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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.

weird guy

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I find it annoying sometimes when I get up to pee, only to have that create a need to take a dump not too much later. some days within 15 minutes of going back to sleep, I'm reawakened because I have to poop. I prefer to get on the toilet on my own terms


Sam
So I've just walked home from a trip out to a nice beer bar, and had an awkward stop-off in a cafe bathroom.

I had a few nice craft beers and some tater tots, and wanted to hit a bathroom before the walk home, just in case. The bathroom in the bar was occupied, and whoever it was was taking a while. So I decided, fine, there are other bathrooms in the area.

I headed to a local coffee shop, and headed to the bathroom. I thought I just needed to pee, but I sat down anyway, and ended up doing a sticky, stinky alcohol poop. When I went to wipe, there was only a little of a roll remaining, and I did what I could, but this was one that was going to require a lot of wipes.

So I bought a chai and told the barista that the bathroom needed more paper. She definitely saw me go back in to finish wiping, but I figured I'd rather be a little embarrassed than have a dirty ass on the walk home.

Honestly, I've still got that gritty, sticky feeling between my cheeks right now. I should probably shower.


Michael W.

Exploding on the toilet

Hi everyone I'm back to share another story. I am on the toilet using my laptop while I'm writing this and I'm taking a shit. When I was 20 years old I got my first MP3 Player for Christmas. It was equivalent to an iPod. It was ocean blue which is my favorite color. At the time having an MP3 Player was a big deal for me bcz before that I would listen to music on my portable CD Player with headphones and had a booklet of my CDs inside of it and I also listened to music on my Boom Box with a CD Player and tape player. My first MP3 player had a voice recorder. I no longer have my first MP3 Player, I lost it sometime ago. One day back in March of 2009, I had just finished doing my homework for Night School and I was waiting for my friends to get home from school. I couldn't get on the computer to do anything bcz my dad was using it to do his unemployment and he was also looking for a job. He just got laid off from his previous job bcz the economy was bad. Anyways, I was bored and decided to record my own skit. It is titled "Exploding on the toilet." I was making fart noises with my lips, my mouth up against my hand, my mouth up against under my elbow, etc. Here's how it goes:
Hrrrrrrtttt!
PFFFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTTT!
Ugh! Oh my god! HRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!
PFFFFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!
Oh my god I don't remember eating that! I had a burrito for lunch and…Oh my god…Oh god…
BBRRRAAAARRRRRPPPPPP!
Ugh Oh my god! I need to see a doctor about this. Okay I can go back to reading my newspaper…Ugh!
BBBRRRRAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPPP!
PFFFRRRTTT! PFFFRRRRTTTT! PFFFFRRRRTTT! PFFFRRRRRTTTTTT!
PFFFFRRRRTTTTT! PFFFRRRRRTTT! PFFFFRRRTTTT! PFFFFRRRTTT! PFFFRRRRTTT! PFFFRRRRRTTTT! PFFFRRRRTTTT! PFFFFRRRRTTT! PFFFFRRRRRTTT! PFFFFFRRRRRTTT! PFFFFFRRRRTTT! PFFFRRRRTTTT! PFFFFRRRRTTTT! PFFFFRRRRTTT! PFFFFRRRRTTT! PFFFFRRRRRTTT! PFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!
Ugh! Oh I think I got one more coming out. HHHHRRRRRRTTTTTTT!!!
Oh god!
Pfffrrrttt!
BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!! SPLOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!
(Somebody walks in and says)
Oh my god! This guy just exploded on the crapper! I mean whatever he ate I'd like to avoid it! OH MY GOD IT SMELLS IN HERE!!! I CAN SEE HIS BRAIN ON THE CEILING! I CAN SEE HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE WALLS!!! AND OH GOD I'M GONNA BE SICK!!!!
(He vomits)
BLLLEEEAAAACCCHHH!! UCKKKK!!!! UGGHHHUUUUHUUUHEACCKKKK!!!
(The End)
When I finished recording I listened to it and I laughed my ass. My dad was done with the computer so I went on it and titled my skit. Then I went over to my friend's house and played it. My friend John thought it was funny. My ex-girlfriend Carrie said "It's disturbing but it's funny." Her sisters Jessica, Shy Ann, and Selena and two foster kids listened to my skit. They all laughed and thought it was funny. And that's it for now. I just finished taking a shit. I had been on the toilet for 28 minutes. I'll share another story later, until then Happy Pooping Everyone.


Me and my family were at a indoor water park for the day and were having lots of fun. My little brother told me he needed to go peepee so I took him to the bathroom. The bathroom was very crowded and every stall was taken and there was a line almost out the door. I took his swim trunks off and put them over my shoulder. I picked him up and held him over a urinal and encouraged him to let loose. He got pee shy I guess because it took him a while to get started. Meanwhile I really had to pee AND poop and was holding it in so much. I thought my brother would pee quickly but with my luck he didn't. I looked down occasionally just to see if he was peeing, but nothing. Finally I saw that he began to pee and I told him he was doing a good job and how our parents would be proud of him for making it and not doing it in his shorts. His pee stream lasted a while! He really did have to go. Meanwhile I was farting and trying to hold in everything. I watched and waited for his stream to end, and I told him to shake his weenie so he wouldn't drip pee. He did and I put him back down, and put his shorts back on.

My plan was to take him back to my parents after he did his business but by the time he was done I just couldn't wait any longer. I couldn't just leave him out alone so I took him into the stall with me, which opened up just then. Thank goodness it did. I dashed into the stall and brought him in with me.

I pulled down my shorts and started peeing and it felt amazing to let it all out because I really had to go too. Then I started pushing for the poop to come and my brother starts asking a million questions like "is the poopy coming out yet?" and "are you pushing?" and "why are you taking so long?" and stuff like that. I tried to be as quick as I could because it was so awkward. I wiped once I was done and washed my hands. We went back to our parents after that and the day went on as usual but I just wanted to share that


Kathleen
Hi again. I'm back with a short story from a few days ago. That afternoon, the girls had gone swimming and when they came back the first thing I heard when they opened the door was Lynne saying "I have to go to the bathroom so bad!" and Julie replied "Yeah, me too." as they immediately headed off to the bathroom. I heard a few wet sounding farts as they walked by.

I guess Julie went first and I heard her pee loudly then wipe and flush before saying "All yours." I didn't hear much more while Lynne was going, except for one really loud booming, echoing fart during the middle and then her giggling. She only spent about 10 minutes pooping which is kind of unusually fast for her. I guess it must have been because she was so desperate to go.

Anyway, that's all for now.


End Stall Em

My nanny trip to the state fair

With school starting up again for both me and the two kids, my summer nanny assignment is ending. So yesterday I took Carly, who is 5, and her 4-year-old brother Alastair to our state's fair. Its in a city about 90 minutes away. My car is not in good enough shape so I borrowed a pick-up from my boyfriend Spencer's business. Me and two kids and the limitations of the front seat wasn't a good idea. Also they woke up early and Alastair talked me into leaving an hour earlier than planned. He's so hyper and I gave in. Problem: I had taken a laxative before bed and it hadn't worked yet. That changed when we got on the highway about 25 minutes into the trip. Of course, once I pulled off the highway at a rest area, Alastair automatically had an emergency too.

So we hurried up the sidewalk to the bathroom building. Holding hands for what Spencer calls a "dump." It doesn't surprise me much anymore, but here were 6 toilet stalls, all without privacy doors. None were in use. I went into the far end stall. The seat was down and I pulled my jeans and thong down and took my seat while Alastair and Carly stood directly infront of me, backs to me, in what we call the privacy guard. Alastair started to turn and look back as my first pieces hit the water, but Carly yanked at his head. My dump, the cleanout I needed, was over in less than a minute. Great for me because the seat seemed awkward and was a bit loose. It got me momentarily wondering if anyone has ever fallen into their own shit. I grabbed at the toilet paper holder and started to curse, but luckily slurred my word. It was totally out. I asked Carly to go next door, wrap her hand five times, and bring me the toilet paper. Alastair used that as an opportunity to violate my privacy, but I quickly turned him. Carly came back with the toilet paper. I went through it in 20 seconds and I asked her to go back for three more winds. She did. I finished fast, reached down and flushed. Then Alastair lowered his sweats to floor level. I let him take the seat, although he's suppose to be working on standing and going. He's very nervous and peed some, but I wasn't about to force him to sit longer because I knew he would resist.

Our drive to the fairgrounds was fine, but we had to park in a back lot several blocks away from the fair. As soon as she stepped down from the truck, Carly said she had to crap. Of course, her brother made fun or her and a nasty remark. During our 15 minute walk I got upset with Alastair's complaints and acting up and I put him over my shoulders to speed things up. We passed absolutely no bathrooms for Carly. Once we got into the park, her pain got worse and she was sweating a ton and getting a little nauseous. We came to the animals annex and I encouraged her to hold on as we got closer. I asked a cop to point out the bathroom as she had both of her hands between her legs. Of course, we had to go around some major people jams of the petting zoo. Finally, I could smell the bathroom and we went into the dimly lit room. There were quite a few women and children using the facilities. I thought it was great when I saw privacy doors. But everything else was deplorable. I put Alastair down as we entered the first toilet. I closed the door. No latch, No matter because of the procedures we used. One of the dirtiest we've used. This was a really, really old toilet. Shaped kind of like a pear. Pee in the bowl and so much stain it would take a year to clean it. Carly struggled to get up on the much-higher-than-normal toilet. There were some splashes on the
lacquered but ancient wooden seat. When I turned Alastair toward the door, I didn't give him any options for misbehavior. It took Carly about 10 minutes to empty her bowels, but you could tell it was a complete clean-out. She asked that I not tell her mother that she was using that dirty of a bathroom and sitting butt-down directly on the seat. I told her I understood, but Alastair laughed and tried to turn around. I knew how she felt and I could have twisted his head off.

Both of the kids got a lesson about how old-fashioned these bathrooms were. There was a flush-chain hanging down from the ceiling that Carly tried to pull down. Of course, she didn't have the arm strength so I helped her out. Then she and her brother, who thought the flush was really wicked, (long and loud), took their positions against the door while I took the seat and got rid of the large coffees I had downed earlier while Spencer had taken his 15 to 20 minute dump at our apartment. We spent about 6 hours at the fair, but for the two bathroom stops we made, we got our hands stamped and walked to a fast food place across the highway from the fair grounds. That worked well.
And they both slept most of the way back home.


Juliette from France

Annie's dump on bus

Today, the school is going to oraganize us to Orleans, I got up in the morning to took a dump, but the toilet was occupied by Annie (a very beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes), who told me that she had eaten something wrong yesterday. So I had to go outdoors to poop in the bushes. When I returned to my dormitory, Annie told me that she was better after diarrhea and could go to Orleans with us. But on the bus, she covered her stomach tightly, her beautiful features twisted together because of pain. Keep farting in a low voice, occasionally a few really unbearable farts will be put out, our area stinks. Suddenly, she let out a super-stinky, super-loud fart for 10 seconds. I squinted at Annie. She put her hand over her butt, but a large amount of brown watery stool spread under her underwear. She rushed to the toilet at the back of the bus. The toilet was very small and close to us, so only I could hear the sound inside. I heard the toilet cover open, then Annie sat on it, then a bunch of farts and many runny shit crashing into the water, then a storm of fart and shit... 20 minutes later, Annie came out, her long blonde hair shaking, sweeping away a trace of stench. She perfumes herself because she is stinking. Later, I went to see the toilet. The toilet was full of disgusted brown stool. There was a lot of shit sprayed on the wall. There was also some shit in the trash can and on the ground. It was horrible and disgusted to see.


Juliette from France

Strange embarrassing day

Today is strange, I couldn't remember what things I had eat yesterday that was wrong, and I didn't eat too much yesterday. I woke up very early this morning, before other roommates woke up, I already pooped for about 5 times. They were not big loads. On the rest of morning, I also pooped about 3 times in school bathroom. I felt more hungry than usual this noon, so I had a very heavy meal for lunch. I felt full after lunch, and I go to poop after lunch, I fart more stinky as usual after lunch. I had some exercise at the gym at noon, but I fart a lot while I exercise, and after exercise my belly was aching, so I borrowed some paper and went to the bathroom the tenth time today, I took a huge dump in the toilet and I clogged it. My stomach was still hurt after my #2, but I still went to class. My belly hurts more on class, so I fart to release the pressure, I try to keep the fart silent, but I stinks the whole classroom, many people were finding that did anyone shit their pants, nobody thought I did this, because I'm the second beautiful girl in the school, people all thinks that pretty girls never poop. But near the end of the class, I'm urge to poop, so I let out a giant smelly fart...... Now everybody were looking at me, everybody knew it was me who stinks the class, I can also feel that many watery stool that came out with the fart were now spreading under my underwear, I tell the teacher to let me to go to the toilet, the teacher agreed, at the moments I stand up from seat, all of those stinky watery stool spurt out of my underwear and


Sam
Juliette from France: That is genuinely impressive output. Wow. And it's not cool of your one boyfriend to have broken up with you over what it's like when you poop. You can't control what your body does.

I tend to do soft, gassy poops myself, but only 2 or 3 a day, and they're not that big. I don't get an upset stomach over them, so I think my system is just kinda fast.

Anyway, I was doing one of these in a supermarket bathroom today (for the record, I will shit in just about any bathroom so long as it's not filthy), and someone came in talking on the phone. It's a pet peeve of mine, and I was sort of bummed that I didn't have any more noisemaking left in me to embarrass him.

But when I got out, I realized it was a store employee taking an important call during a bathroom break, because they wouldn't let him answer it on shift. I've been in that boat, where I was reprimanded for taking calls from my doctor or whoever on the clock, even though they were time-sensitive. So I was glad I ended up sparing him. Especially since, depending on department, even getting a bathroom break is questionable. I have no idea how people working register hold it, to be honest.


Starbucks poop

Surprise ???? Troubles

So I'm a 20 year old girl from America. I'm very regular and almost never have issues with pooping. I'm usually in and out within a couple of minutes and I can almost always avoid having to poo in public. Today, however I had a crazy experience. I was at a Starbucks and I felt a sudden and urgent, familiar rumbling in my belly. I considered waiting to be home, but decided since I would probably only be a minute, I might as well get it out of my system now, since my stomach was feeling a little more upset than it usually does. I was still waiting for my drink so I headed over to one of two single person bathrooms in the back. Even though the Starbucks was a little busy, I didn't have to wait for a toilet. I sat down, peed and began to push. Within a minute or so, my normal, banana shaped log had plopped into the toilet, only I wasn't done. In fact, my stomach ache was even worse now than when I sat down. I doubled over, groaning in pain, squeezing out another log. And again, when it was finally out I still felt full. I sat on the toilet for what felt like ages, moaning, rubbing my poor ????, and pushing out log after never ending log. The logs each came out pretty easily, it just felt like a never ending struggle on the toilet. Outside of my restroom I could hear the barista calling my name, I could hear a line filtering through the other restroom next to me. Two people waiting for the toilets knocked and asked if I was alright throughout the course of my ordeal. I couldn't believe what was happening. Finally, after fifteen minutes of continuously pooping, my stomach felt empty enough to stand up and wipe. Unfortunately as soon as I stood to grab the paper, my stomach rumbled again so I sighed and resumed my position and finished up with a couple of hard to pass, sticky logs. Finally feeling better, I stood up once again. I looked into the toilet to see the bowl literally filled with too many logs to count or make out. The smallest log that I could see in the huge pile was probably seven inches long and 1.5 inches thick. I was shocked! No wonder my stomach was so upset! I wiped a lot and had to flush three times before washing my hands and sheepishly facing the line, running and finding my melting drink at the bar and leaving. I have no idea what I could have eaten to give me such a hard time in the bathroom, I just hope it never happens again.


traveler fan

question for Traveler

Traveler:

You have great stories; I wanted to ask, have you ever considered wearing a diaper when pursuing your travel activities? They seem to be the situations in which you might have an accident in your pants.


patrick

Miss Maisy

I loved your story, I've messed the bed while sick before and I know how uncomfortable it is. I hope you both get well soon. did you or your boyfriend have any other accidents after?


kmd

To Jessica B

Hi Jessica B

Great to hear from you again. Good story about your skiing trip and the toilet experiences of you and your friends. I like the descriptive effort you put in to your posts. I have a question about the tan colored turds that Melanie passed in the clogged toilet. How many were there - and roughly how big in terms of length and width were they? I'm intrigued because it seemed she really had to go and couldn't hold back despite realising the toilet was clogged.

Anyway, I always enjoyed reading your posts in the past and I missed your stories. Hope you find the time to post regularly again. Also, if I remember correctly you were finding work stressful in the past - I hope that is better now.

Take care

kmd


Sunday, August 18 2019


Imogen

Shopping centre poo

Hey, last week after work on Tuesday I went into the big shopping centre in the city centre to pick up something. As I was in the shop I felt a need for a poo coming on so I headed to toilets in the centre, which were pretty quiet. I hung up my bag and pulled my trousers and blue knickers down, and let loose a loud fart! I could feel the poo slowly coming along, so I just sat there to let it work its way out.
I heard footsteps and talking and next I knew there were people in the next cubicle, it sounded like a mum and a daughter. "I need to do a great big poo!" announced the child proudly and the mum said "Yes, but everybody else doesn't need to know!". At that point my poo dropped into the loo and the girl shouted out "Somebody else is doing a poo as well!"! I wiped and left the toilets as she was happily talking away with her mum.


Brandon

Avengers

Does anyone have a story about having to pee during avengers endgame when seeing it in theaters especially u boys .....wat did u do, did u wear a diaper or whip it out and pee into floor/onto back of seat in front of u or in cup or something else


Traveler

Embarrassing wetting accident

I recently traveled to upper Michigan to met my girlfriend up there. she was going to be on Vacation & was staying at a hotel with an indoor pool & she knows the owner so she said I could get a deal on a room also. it was our last day up there so that morning Lisa..my girlfriend was in the pool with her daughter Sidney & I was just sitting poolside but was in my clothes, dress shirt, Khakis & a sweater. then Sidney said to me "Why don't you jump in the pool with all of your clothes on. Lisa said "Yeah, you should!" & she dared me to. she said "You still have one change of nice clothes like you are wearing & not like we will be doing anything that gets us wet so you will be fine. So I did. They got a big kick out of it. now, that was just the morning activities & not what this story is about, but I was down to my last set of clothes after that.
So, I got changed into my other clothes. We got ready to leave the hotel then. we went to a festival where there was a carnival. Lisa's daughter Sidney really wanted to ride this wild ride called the Inversion. it swings back & forth while rotating & eventually goes up & over upside down. she really wanted her mom to ride it with her, but she was ..like "No way, I'm not riding that. like a typical 10 year old, the kid was fearless. Lisa asked me if I would be willing to ride with her. I did not want to seem like a coward so I agreed to but was not crazy about it. Lisa told Sidney to go use the restroom so that she wouldn't risk something happening, then she turned to me & said " Maybe you should go pee too while smirking & laughing. I assured her I would be fine. No, looking back her advice would have been good advice. so we get on the ride & it starts swinging back & forth & rotating gaining height with each swing & I knew right away this was not my cup of tea, then we go upside down & almost hang up there rotating. I almost greyed out, but then that is when I felt a sudden urge to pee & just like that, I was peeing myself. I could see a huge wet stain on my khakis & then we go upside down again & hang there. I was still peeing & since we were upside down, pee starting running out of my tan sweater. I was scared & knew I was gonna be mortified. Finally the ride come to a stop & I don't know what to do or say. Sidney was raving about how awesome the ride was & then turned to me & said "Oh my gosh, did you have an accident!" I told the ride attendant what happen because I had to. she was like "Oh no!"for real?" anyway, we get released from the ride & Sidney is already out by her mom. she knew what had happened when I got out to her. she was like "Oh no, that's a bad accident. you are so wet. You really have it now, what are you going to do for clothes? " she said "You had a nice outfit too!" then she smiled & said.."I guess you should have used to restroom before going on that ride, Oh well, I know you are embarrassed but what happened, happened, you can't call it back now. we just need to stop back at the hotel so you can change out of your peed stuff." she told me not to feel bad & that anyone can have an accident. Last night when we met again, lisa said she just wanted me to know that it was ok that I had an accident & not to feel ashamed of it. she said it's kind of like those rare times at school that one of he 1st. or 2nd grade students has an accident. she said she pulls them aside & tells them it is ok. she said that if we adults have that happen, we need to hear that too.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: An Embarrassed Pooper great story about pooping with the stall door open sounded you were very desperate both times.

To: Taylor great story it sounds like the 3 of you had great poops.

To: Kathleen first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you all had great poops and I bet you all felt pretty good afterwards and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Jessica B great set of stories it sounds like all had lots of pooping adventures.

To: Victoria B great story it sounds like you had a good poop.

To: Juliette From France first welcome to the site and great story it sounds you all really had to poop a lot and I look forward to reading more of your stories thanks.

To: Kamdyn great story about you pooping with your mom.

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

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Victoria B.

Responses and story

Hey!
Some notes and then a quick story for today.

To Minappe: Thank you for sharing that bit about Kazuko's poop smile. Do any of the rest of you sigh, smile or do something else on your way to give the toilet a nice full meal? Glad to hear you're feeling better!
(PS: I finally got to use a toilet with a washlet seat for a number two. I have seen the light and will never go back. I'm getting one for my bathroom as soon as I can!)

To Taylor: I was impressed by your honesty when you admitted that you were afraid of clogging Jennifer's toilet and asked for a plunger. It's also neat that you're into pooping in unconventional places: it makes me feel a little naughty when I get the opportunity!

Yesterday I was on a run in my city when I got a sharp knock on my back door. This was one I couldn't ignore because I was far enough away from my apartment that I wouldn't have been able to make it back to my apartment in addition to having been a little constipated the days before. It was important to make sure that I went once the urge returned!

I found a gas station and barreled through the shelves on my way to the bathrooms. Somehow I maintained enough awareness to lock the door before ripping my black leggings and turquoise thong down to my calves and thrusting my butt onto the one toilet in the women's room without bothering to check for wiping paper first!. Thankfully the roll in the metallic holder was brand new!

I sighed my poop sigh and let loose a fart that rattled the bowl when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door. I replied by saying "Occupied!" at a polite but clear volume before starting to push at my first turd. When I get constipated I often have a hard plug of a turd bottling up a good amount of softer stuff. This plug tends to be huge and this was no exception. I was concentrating on short, gentle pushes to get it started on the way to the water beneath when there was another knock. "Occupied!" was my response again, though I did question the point of the second knock. Where else would I have gone??

I farted out some pressure as I continued pooping. The turd was about half out when that same knock came on the bathroom door. By this point I was starting to get annoyed. Hassling someone on the toilet is one of the rudest things a person can do in my book and I took my thoughts off of the massive log between my cheeks and focused on restraining myself from saying something that would've escalated the situation. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, leaned forward and punched my huge log out! I felt so much better but knew I had enough left over to justify multiple flushes. However, as soon as the water returned from sucking down my monster motion there was a louder knock on the door!

I was officially mad at this point: why wouldn't this woman leave me alone? If it was so urgent why couldn't she just use the men's? "I'll be done as quickly as I can! Stop bothering me!!" I said before unleashing a torrent of soft-serve that splattered into the bowl below. Another such load passed before there was another knock. By this point I was seeing red and the gloves came off. "F@#* off; I'm trying to poop here!" I was thankfully done and angrily ripped paper before wiping my butt raw out of anger. I flushed before getting up, getting dressed and washing my hands.

I walked out as slowly as I could, staring daggers at the door knocker. It turned out to be a snickering boy of about ten who saw me enter and must have been without parental supervision. He didn't even need to use that bathroom-what a little brat! I took off and ran for another two miles to help deal work through my anger. I felt a little guilty for snapping so hard but at the same time the kid needed to be shown that people will not to take kindly to being harassed in public places.

Hope this never happens to you!

Love,
Victoria


Deb

Hiking Accident

Hello, my name is Deb.

This past weekend my husband and I took our 13 month old daughter for a hike about an hour away from where we live. We packed everything up, including a picnic lunch, food for our daughter and extra diapers, wipes and clothes in her diaper bag.

As we were driving, my husband and I were talking about pretty much everything. At one point I stopped and winced. He asked me what was wrong I told him that I was having a cramp and that my period was due to start in a day or two. The cramps were not letting up but I figured that the hike would help as exercising tends to relieve my cramps.

We got to the hiking area and there was a park near the entrance with outhouses. We decided to have some food first and then started our hike which would take us about two hours to complete.

My husband got a map of the trail wen we entered the park and it gave us an idea where we were. Luckily there was an outhouse at the halfway point of the hike. 30 minutes or so into our walk, I started cramping up really badly. We kept walking, but then a really bad cramp hit me and I could feel a rush of diarrhea want to come out. I did everything I could to not let it out into my pink lacy hipster panties. After a few more minutes I just couldn't hold on anymore. I stopped walking, clamping my butt cheeks with everything I had. My husband asked what was wrong and I told him that I needed to get to a toilet. He told me that we were really close to the outhouse. Keeping my butt cheeks clenched, we walked, however I just couldn't hold it. I started leaking diarrhea into my hipsters. Then it started coming out rather quickly, filling up my panties. I was also wearing light grey workout pants and I knew that the wetness would be showing through. We finally got to the outhouse. I grabbed the baby wipes from the diaper bag and went in to try and clean up. It was terrible. It smelled bad and I was a complete mess. I cleaned up as much as I could and as I was doing so, I noticed to my horror that my period had started. I started crying...

I came out of the outhouse and told my husband that I had an accident and that my period has also started. He looked down at my pants and saw that I was a mess. He said, "Awe honey, I'm sorry." I checked through the diaper bag for a pad, but realized that I didn't pack any, not even a change of clothes or panties. He then said,
"Why don't you use one of her extra diapers?" I protested but then he said, "Won't it help with your period and if you are sick again and have another accident?" I said, " Yeah, I guess so". So I grabbed a diaper and went back into the outhouse. I pulled down my pants and panties and put the diaper inside them. I opened it up and pulled up my panties. I could not close the tabs, so I adjusted them as best as I could. It felt really bad and awkward to be wearing it, but it did help. It made me think that I should probably try wearing protective panties of some sort.

When I came back out my history asked me if I was okay. I told him that I wasn't feeling well. We started walking back. I really was feeling sick and had to go diarrhea again and loaded the diaper. It was terrible, but probably better than going in my panties again.

We got back to our car and my husband asked me if I wanted to get cleaned up. But I said no because I just wanted to get home. He changed our daughter and then we drove home. I had more diarrhea on the way, causing the diaper to overflow and leak up my back and down my legs. My period was also rushing out of me, leaking everywhere as well. I was in quite a state once we finally got home. I had a long, hot shower which felt amazing. I cleaned out my panties and pants as much as I could and put them in the wash. My period was really heavy so I put in one of my overnight pads in a fresh pair of bikini panties. I was still having diarrhea and leaked onto my pad a few times.

That's all for now. Thank you for reading.

Deb


Miranda

Am I too tolerant?

So the other day me and my friend Danielle took our easels down to the park about six blocks from our houses and we spent several hours working on art projects. We enjoy being near the lake, the summer breeze, and occasionally other friends who stop by and visit.

She and I have a friendly competition going on how much we get from selling each of our pieces. Last month, I won and so I bought her lunch. No problem. I forget, but it might have been 3 or 4 times I excused myself and walked to the bathroom building, peed, and then came back and got back to work. On the other hand, 3 times, I think, Danielle asked me to watch her stuff while she walked all the way home just to pee. I'm thinking like, this is just like my friend Kennard, who walks blocks home after school to take his crap rather than go between classes or right after school at school.

Sure the park bathrooms have limited privacy. They're kind of dirty, but I shower every day and know from Everyday Living class that you can't catch an STD or anything else from a public toilet. Danielle sees it differently and said her parents when she was younger would leave an amusement park and take her home or back to the hotel to use the bathroom, and then drive her back rather than allowing her to use a public toilet.

Am I too tolerant?


Taylor

A little clogged up

For some reason I had been feeling a little clogged up and hadn't pooped since Tuesday evening. Well this afternoon (5 days later) I finally got my much needed relief.

I had been spending some time with one of my friends, just lounging around on her sofa watching movies when my stomach began to gurgle and a feeling I had missed so much returned. I needed to poop! I had been trying to poop every time I sat down on the toilet for a wee since Tuesday and I couldn't produce anything, I didn't even feel the need to go. But now that I had the urge I wanted to make the most of the opportunity. Strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. I told Jennifer I needed to poop and she said to go right ahead, pointing me to her bathroom. I asked if she had a plunger because I was worried about it clogging and she told me she didn't, but… she did have an old fashioned outdoors toilet at the end of her garden. It was a composting toilet and pretty much just a hole so there was no chance of clogging. Well that caught my attention, I always like pooping in different places and I wasn't going to miss this chance!

She waited in the house while I walked to the end of her garden, toilet roll in hand and sure enough, there was a wooden outhouse in the corner, partially hidden by the trees. I opened the door and loved what I saw. There was just a wooden bench with a hole cut out in the middle. I've always wanted to use one of those! I closed the door behind me and bunched my skirt up around my ???? before pulling down my pink knickers to my calves and sitting over the hole. My heart was racing. I was so excited to be using one of those style toilets.

I didn't start going immediately but I didn't want to force it either so while I still felt the urge to poop, I just sat there and waited to see if it would come naturally. My stomach was still gurgling and doing flips so that was a good sign at least. I had been sitting for a couple of minutes when my body uncontrollably pushed for me and I began to birth a wide load. It was the same sort of feeling as when you have an accident, and your body just lets go. I fully relaxed and let it come out on its own, feeling extremely happy about finally pooping. It was moving fairly slowly but I didn't need to put in any effort at all, I could just sit and enjoy it. It seemed to go on forever before breaking off with a dull thud and I stayed forced open by the remainder still moving. It was quite a long piece and it too made a dull thud as it hit the bottom of the toilet. I closed up but I didn't feel finished so I sat and waited, just in case.

I started peeing, my stream hissing against the inside of the toilet and I just sat with my head in my hands while my bladder emptied. I had been drinking a lot of water so there was plenty to come out. I went for about 45 seconds and waited to see if I had anything else to come out. After about 5 minutes I still hadn't produced anything extra so I decided to call it a day and began wiping. I wiped my front and then used three pieces for my behind, dropping them all beneath me into the hole. I stood up, pulling up my knickers and had a peek in the hole but couldn't see anything because of the lack of light. I "flushed" which seemingly deposited some soil over my creation and then went back to Jennifer, feeling 10 pounds lighter.

Nothing exciting happened toilet wise for most of the day, we both peed a couple of times but that was it. But just before I sat down to start writing this I needed to poop again. I was sat next to Jennifer on her sofa so I excused myself and went upstairs to her bathroom. Like usual I bunched up my skirt out of the way and pulled my knickers down to my calves as I sat. After only a couple of seconds I felt my poop crowning. I loved being back to my normal pooping schedule! I just relaxed into it and started peeing, gently playing with my hair while I got my relief. My poop fell into the bowl and I finished peeing before wiping and redressing. Floating in the slightly yellow water was a log about six inches long and an inch wide, much like my normal self! I flushed, washed my hands and got myself comfortable on the sofa with my laptop to type this up. I hope you enjoyed it!


Constuguy

Biggalpooper and Barium Enema

I read your post some little time ago and hope you are still following Toiletstool because I have a question that I think is a bit important and would like to ask it.
You said after the barium enema you were having trouble evacuating and you expelled something large....I seem to think that it was not the solution but rather a large stool of poo. This was despite all the clean out preparation. If it was poo then maybe that was a part of your problem...it might have been stuck in your colon bunging up the works????
How have your BM`s been since then.
I have constipation due to a neurological condition and I know a fair bit about managing the problem.
Hope you reply.


Michael W.

Camp Eberhart

To Taylor T: I'm glad you loved my story. I read your recent story and loved it and when I eat pizza there's no telling what it will do to me. Twice in my childhood when I ate pizza I got sick from it, which resulted in me puking my brains out all night. Probably bcz it was too greasy. It made me constipated from eating it at school during lunch and I will post about that another time. Most of the time when I eat pizza it just makes my poops smelly, sloppy, and like soft serve ice cream right along with real stinky and loud farts.

I've been reading stories on this site from 12 years ago and I enjoyed them. These stories are from ppl who no longer post on this site. If they are reading this, here is what I would like to say to them.

To Anny: I hope that your constipation still isn't giving you trouble.

To Punk Rock Girl: Your stories are very interesting and I love them.

To Laura (the Teacher): Your stories ROCK!!! It's good to be proud of what did in the ladie's bathrooms when you had to go.

I have two stories to share.
This first story is gonna be a short one. This happened back in 1993, like a week or two after Halloween. I was 5 years old and in Kindergarten. I looked like 'Dennis the Menace' at that age. Anyways, my Kindergarten class was split into two different classes. The Morning Class and the Afternoon class. I was in the Afternoon class. So in the morning I went to the YMCA Daycare Center and in the afternoon I went to school. While I was at the Y, I was in the gym with the other kids. I don't remember what game we were playing but anyways this African American girl stood there not participating in our activity. I looked and she just stood there and I saw diarrhea coming down her legs and onto the gym floor creating a puddle of brown sludge. One of the Supervisors escorted her out of the gym to send her home. She must have had a stomach bug. Five minutes later the Supervisor comes back to the gym with a mop and bucket to clean up the brown sludge.

And now my feature presentation…
This happened back in May of 2000. I was in 6th Grade. Me and family spent our weekend in Indianapolis. On Monday, Me and my classmates went to Camp Eberhart which is somewhere in Michigan. The whole time I was there I have not pooped at all. I didn't poop in school unless it was an emergency. Another reason why I didn't poop in school was bcz it was embarrassing. On Wednesday, our third day at Camp, I turned 12 years old and my classmates wished me a Happy Birthday. Mr. Weber (My 2nd Grade Teacher) had told me and the boys that somebody had diarrhea all over the toilet seat in the boys bathroom where the Mess Hall is. IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT ME. If it was me, I would have cleaned up my own mess. Anyways, one of the boys said that Kirk (One of my classmates) did it. And he swears up and down that he didn't do it. Then Mr. Weber said "Since nobody is going to step forward and admit what they did that means that all of you are not getting S'mores tonight." Me and the boys were like "That's not fair!" Then Mr. Weber said "Ok I'm going to try something else." So he took me and the boys outside in the dark and told us to face the Activities Cabin and he took a flashlight and said "Whoever pooped all over the toilet seat in the boys bathroom, please raise your hand." For 5 minutes he shined the flashlight back and forth. None of us raised our hand. I certainly wasn't going to bcz I refuse to face consequences for something I didn't do. Then Mr. Weber said "Ok none of you are going to admit it but somebody is lying to me." So we went without S'Mores while the girls didn't get punished. Thursday-The next night. We had a big meal in the Mess Hall and suddenly the power went out and we had to eat in the dark. I had two hot dogs, chips, baked beans, and a hamburger. One of my classmates, Josh pigged out on baked beans. He ate a ton. We went to Activities Cabin and we HAD S'mores and we sang some songs, and then one of the Camp Counselors told us a story about a knight and princess. And the baked beans that Josh ate a while ago were making him fart really loud. He stunk up the cabin and my classmates were moving away from him. Some of the boys, including me, were laughing. I'll never forget that night. It was the most fun I had in 6th Grade. Friday-After lunch me and my class left camp and we were back in Indiana. When I came home my dad took me out to spend my birthday money. I bought a scary movie and a video game. And later that evening my mom came to pick me and my older bro Josh up to spend the weekend with her. That night I hung out with my step bro Matt in the basement. We watched "Candyman" (The scary movie I bought) and then we played "Crash Bandicoot" on the PlayStation. We were stuck in the one level where you're being chased by a boulder like in "Raiders of the Lost Ark." When I got a 'Game Over' I decided to take a break. Then I told Matt "I haven't pooped in 7 days." He was like "Are you constipated?" I was like "No, its just that I was at Camp with my classmates and I don't poop around my classmates bcz its embarrassing." He said "Me neither, why don't you try to go now." I said "Ok." I grabbed a video game magazine and the "Tomb Raider III" Strategy Guide (Anybody remember those?) Anyways, on my way upstairs Matt said "Don't let Candyman get you." It was dark all through the house. Everyone was asleep. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and sat on the toilet. I cupped my chin with my right hand and had my left hand on the strategy guide on my lap. I sat there and looked at the pictures. I pushed going "Mmmmmmmm!" I didn't want to be be loud and wake anybody up. Lots and lots of turds slid out of my butt and I farted a lot too. I guess that's what happens when you go 7 days without pooping. When I was done I was exhausted. I left the strategy guide and magazine in the bathroom just in case. I looked at the time and noticed that I was on the toilet for an hour and ten minutes. I went back downstairs to the basement and saw that Matt was asleep. I slept on the couch. When I got up the next day I had a big breakfast and then Mom told me to take a shower afterwards. So I went to the bathroom and felt I had to poop again. I sat there and looked at the magazine I left in there the night before. I was on the toilet for a good 20 minutes. When I was done I took off my clothes and started to take a shower. And that's it for now. I'll post again later until then Happy Pooping Everyone.


Anonymous MT

Session urgency and accidents

Hi! I've been doing massage for a living for a few years now and before I started the career I had never really thought about the part where I would be stuck in a room (sometimes up to 2 hours), with no bathroom break. And a tight schedule in between sessions making my personal care difficult to deal with. I have had a small bladder/urge incontinence as well as very mild ibs(mostly c almost never d) since I can remember, but generally only peed my pants like once a year, which I learned to kind of accept as life. Well it has become one of the bigger hurdles for me at work some days, to just not pee in my pants. I limit my consumption of fluids and no caffeine, as well. I've had a few accidents at work and I will tell them in order from not so bad to bad.

The least bad was actually the most recent, I was mid session and started having to do a pee pee dance just to hold it in. The urge to pee just would not subside so I decided to pause the time and tell my client I had to run to the bathroom urgently. So I resealed and left the room still dancing. As I tried to speed walk down the hall I couldn't hold it much anymore and started spurting jets of piss into my pants with every step I took. By the time I made it all the way to the bathroom my pants were wet from the crotch to my knees and a little bit of my butt was wet. I dabbed my pants as best I could and sprayed some Lysol on myself, ran to the break room and told a co worker that I trust I had peed my pants and asked if she could notice. I was wearing black pants that day and thankfully she couldn't tell! So I ran back and finished the session hoping my client wouldn't figure out I had peed my pants. And he didn't notice!

Next was about 6 months into starting my first job, I was working on my last client of the day and I was a bit scatter brained by that point, and had been dying for a piss during my whole session. I finished the appointment and go to wash my hands in the break room, and just hearing the running water increases my urgency so badly I squeezed my legs together and kinda bent over. I was supposed to go get a cup of water and wait for my client to come out of the room. I poured the cup of water and again the sound made me have to go really badly. I stood and waited for about 60 seconds but decided I couldn't hold it anymore and I didn't want to completely piss my pants right as my client came out of the room. So I set the cup of water down and made a mad dash for the bathrooms, basically running. As soon as I got my hand on the door to the bathroom I started peeing.:( I got into the bathroom and tried to get my belt and pants down fast but it was almost no use, I had to go so bad my pants were soaked from the butt to the crotch and down the legs instantly. I never went to get the client to say goodbye to them and I just gathered my things and left out the back foot for the day, making the walk of shame to my car where I had to sit on a towel driving home.

Okay so the worst accident I've had, I didn't pee my pants as much as...I had a number two accident. It was by far the worst because, I had a couples session which is a massage with two people in the same room on two tables and two massage therapists. My stomach wasn't terribly upset that day but it was making a ton of noise and was super active. It must have been something I ate the previous day or two, because I was dropping piles of shit like a horse!! The session was 90 minutes long and I started having trouble only 15 minutes into it. I felt like I had to fart but I knew if I tried I would shit my pants where I stood, not an option. I held on through the whole session and get to the last 10 minutes and I am dying inside. It feels like my body had been pumped full of shit and I started really thinking I couldn't make it the last few minutes. I think I managed the fart but it made me have to go even worse. But I made it to the end by some miracle, so I hurriedly told my client the goodbyes and to take their time getting up. I'm pretty sure I had one hand over my butt at this point. The tip of a very large poo was already poking my underwear at this point, and I made every attempt to get to the bathroom ASAP! I closed the door behind me as I left the room, when something clicked in my brain....I was no longer in direct sight of my client meaning the coast was clear, my co worker had left through the door on the other side of the room so she couldn't see me either, and my body decided in that moment, standing only just outside the door and finally by myself, that it couldn't be held back anymore... it was like most people say in slow motion, I just felt my buttcheeks get spread apart by a huge column of shit that just came out so fast, I couldn't even do anything but stand there looking like I saw a ghost. I mean it was just wayyy to bad to simply say I had an accident. This was catastrophic, I what felt like 5 pounds of poop in my pants. I could feel the heat of the huge poo on my buttcheeks and it felt like it was gonna be stuck to my because my pants didn't have room to accommodate the accident. I waddled to the bathroom, trying not to make the mess worse, I texted my trusted co worker from the bathroom that I had had an accident. She thought I had peed my pants, but I had to tell her I had pooped in my pants because I couldn't hold it and was going to have to go home for the day. My remaining appointments were rescheduled and I went directly home after cleaning up as best I could in the bathroom at work. I smelled terrible, it was the only choice at that point.:( luckily I didn't get in trouble and no one seemed to give me any trouble for it!!

So there you have it, all of the times so far that I have had accidents at work. I had a few accidents in earlier life but have always managed to stand up for myself early enough that it doesn't happen in front of a crowd. As I've gotten older I'm starting to worry more about protecting my image and have taken many steps to mitigate the symptoms I face with small bladder/urge incontinence. I don't see wearing a diaper as an option at this point in time, because my accidents are so infrequent.


Tuesday, August 13, 2019


Mina[ppe]

Dear Victoria

It is amusing very much that you have special sigh noise when you want to do a motion. We all laughed because Kazuko has smile which is different to her usual smile when she goes to loo. She keeps same smile until she finish her motion, well not all the time, but she smile again and again and it is always special one. When she is not on loo, she smiles different smile.

I was ill with a bronchitis. Very hard cough. But my appetite was same with usual, and I stayed on loo long time when it was motion, even I cough and cough! But I never did motion when I was high temperature, I don't know reason. After my temperature down, I could go to loo, stay long time and do and do and do and loo was a very full.

Now I am better. In loo, no change.

Love from Mina


Hey all. Wanted to share a story from the past that was super embarrassing but also funny to look back on.

One time I was in a bathroom taking a massive dump. I was feeling ill and had diarrhea. This was a busy bathroom btw. Sadly!

So as soon as I got into a stall I yanked down my pants and undies to my ankles and sat down without even bothering to put the protective toilet seat cover down. I was that desperate. I locked the door real quick (come to find out I didn't lock it properly, spoiler alert !!) before sitting down. Immediately upon sitting down, I exploded into the poor toilet. This went on for a while and all of a sudden I see the stall door start to move. A woman opened the door on me! She was so apologetic and embarrassed that she forgot to at least try to close the door before walking away, and she exposed me to everyone in the bathroom! My vagina was fully exposed, and I don't like that part of my body being shown! My face must've turned a thousand shades red. To make matters worse, I wasn't within reaching distance so couldn't hold the door closed with my legs, so I had to get the attention of someone nearby to try to close it for me. But it swung back open every time! Minutes later, but not before a countless number of people saw me and my exposed nether region, a woman offered to hold the door closed for me. I was so grateful for that.

Something similar happened before, but it was different.. one time I was feeling very ill and went to the bathroom and it was such an emergency that I didn't even bother to close the stall door. What a sight for the people in the bathroom to see! Lol. But that time I didn't care as long as I was on a toilet!

Has anyone ever used a public bathroom with the stall door open (excluding doorless stalls) either on purpose or by accident? It's happened to me a bunch of times and I'm wondering if I'm alone or not!

To Haylee, I too have peed in a car. And I've helped someone else!!

We keep a trash can in one of the cars. Doesn't have a bag in it, just basically a bucket. One time we were stuck in traffic and guess what? My poor bladder was about to burst! I reeeeaaaalllllyyyy had to go bad. Figures huh? Worst part is the car was totally full with my family so that meant peeing in front of everyone.

But I didn't even care at that point. I stripped down to everything but my shirt, took off my seatbelt, grabbed the bucket and squatted on the floor over it and instantly released. Oh my goodness was that a good feeling! I was really relieved. I grabbed a tissue to wipe my pussy and then got redressed. Embarrassing but worth it because I don't think I would've made it otherwise.

Another instance of going to the bathroom in the car is my grandma and helping her. We were on the way home from dinner and it was my parents, me, my brother and grandma in the car. She had some issues with her bowels and for whatever reason whenever we went there something wouldn't agree with her and she had a few accidents in the car before.

Well this time she alerted us before she had an accident. I frantically grabbed a towel we kept in the backseat and told my brother to look away and with her permission I pulled down her pants and underwear right there to her ankles, undid her seatbelt, helped lift her a little and put the towel underneath her in case. I didn't want her to mess up her pants or the seat so I just put a towel under her. Wasn't long before she started going on the towel. I didn't see her pee at all, I just heard her pooping and grunting and groaning. Once we got home and parked and were helping her out of the car, my mom wiped her as best as she could and we got rid of the towel and pulled her pants up before going into the house.

This might be unrelated to the topic but I'll share it anyway. Recently I was on vacation. It was last year. We were on the bus and this boy on the bus, who was probably around 3 or 4, was crying hysterically and complaining about his stomach. So his mom laid him down on the seats and changed his diaper right there in front of everyone. Poor kid had no privacy and must've been so embarrassed. I tried to avert my eyes but I accidentally looked back in that direction and caught a glimpse of everything and instantly blushed and looked away fast. But I did see he really exploded in his diaper before. He really was in need of a clean diaper.


Taylor T
So recently I saw Michael W's post and loved it. A similar event happened this weekend. My friend Jenna (Yes the same Jenna from my post a few weeks ago) had her 15th birthday party at a Bowling Alley. It was pretty fun and we all had a good time, and she had 8 people including me so it was pretty hectic. We had pizza and I had I believe 6 slices and then when we finished, me, our friend Riley, her friend Gina, and Jenna went against 4 others, we did I think 3 games and the last game took like 25 minutes to get through and we won. Over the course of those 3 games that took almost an hour my food digested and I really had to poop. I went upstairs through the arcade and found the bathrooms all the way in the back. I went in and was very surprised. The bathroom was small with two stalls and one sink. The toilet in the first stall was covered in pee so I took the second stall and pushed my jeans and my underwear down to my ankles and sat down. I started peeing and I heard the bathroom door open and saw someone with tight black stretch pants and white Nikes walk into the first stall. They unraveled some toilet paper and started wiping the seat, they turned around and wiggled around and their stretch pants went down to their knees and they sat down. I heard them unbutton something and saw a jean jacket fall on the floor, and I realized that it was Jenna's friend Gina. She stopped peeing and then just sat there and I said to myself,"Oh great now she's pooping". I didn't know how she'd react if she knew it was me. It got very quiet and she farted pretty loudly and then I heard a splash. I farted and my poop began to make its way out of my bum slowly, I heard a big plunk noise from Gina and another loud fart, she started wiping and flushed so I waited for her to leave. Gina was at the sink and the bathroom door opened again and I heard her say "Hey Riley" "Hey Gina". Gina left and Riley walked in front of my stall and tried to get in and she said "Oh my god Taylor is that you in there" and I said "Haha yes I'm in here" and she said "Thank god I need to poop so badly". She locked the first stall and her red velvet stretch pants and yellow underwear went down to her ankles. She asked me "How long have you been in here" "About 5 minutes now" "Oh is it big" "When isn't it" and we both laughed, she farted and then I heard her go, splish splish splash splish plunk plunk plunk plunk splash plop. I said to her "Jeez that pizza didn't sit well with you" "Oh no those are all turds not diarrhea" "That's good mine is just one long turd". My long turd splashed in the toilet and I wiped and flushed. I heard another one of Riley's turds splash in her toilet. She wiped her bum and flushed the toilet and came out to the sinks. We washed our hands and then went back down to the bowling alley.


Lorenz

Sticking up for harassed boy

Early each August our church has an annual family picnic for the entire 2,000 or so members of the congregation. Its held at a state park and goes for about 8 hours on a Sunday afternoon and evening. I attended with Noah, an 11-year-old I'm mentoring and my friends Sophee, Michaela, Stephanie and Monique. The girls are seniors in college and had been legally drinking the night before so that may help explain what happened.

About 30 minutes after downing a big lunch Noah whispered to me that he had to use the bathroom. Sophee heard it and said no secrets were allowed. As Noah and I got up from the picnic table, he stumbled and while he was tying his shoe, Sophee told him not to fall in and the others laughed. Then Stephanie told him not to pay attention to Sophee who doesn't know that guys pee standing up. Michaela and Monique made additional jokes as I walked Noah through the crowd toward the bathroom building that was quite a way down a hill and on the other side of the lagoon. When we got to the door and walked through a screen of insects, I realized this was what my grandpa calls a No Class American Shit House. I glanced down the row a toilets, each separated by a wall of building blocks. Noah hurried down the line and turned into one. I couldn't help but notice chef in uniform was crapping in the first one. His apron was draped over the wall.

I stood outside with a group of smokers and as Noah walked out of the wall of bugs I quickly led the way back to our table. It was uphill, I was dripping with sweat, and all I cared about what that Noah was following me out of that mess. We got back to our bench and the girls at our table were now discussing bathrooms. Sophee said she'd never use a bathroom at the park, she'd hold it until she got home. Monique, who is 6' tall said she straddles the toilet. Michaela said she sits right down and everyone knows you can't get an infection from the seat. Then Sophee tapped Stephanie and she told Noah, who was about to sit down, to turn around. He did. She reached to his right leg and pulled off a foot-long piece of toilet paper from under his shorts. She held it up for a laugh. She asked Noah what he had to say for himself. I could see they were putting Noah on a spot, so I took him down to the lagoon and we fed the ducks and talked. Then I took him back home.


Anonymous MT

Session urgency and accidents

Hi! I've been doing massage for a living for a few years now and before I started the career I had never really thought about the part where I would be stuck in a room (sometimes up to 2 hours), with no bathroom break. And a tight schedule in between sessions making my personal care difficult to deal with. I have had a small bladder/urge incontinence as well as very mild ibs(mostly c almost never d) since I can remember, but generally only peed my pants like once a year, which I learned to kind of accept as life. Well it has become one of the bigger hurdles for me at work some days, to just not pee in my pants. I limit my consumption of fluids and no caffeine, as well. I've had a few accidents at work and I will tell them in order from not so bad to bad.

The least bad was actually the most recent, I was mid session and started having to do a pee pee dance just to hold it in. The urge to pee just would not subside so I decided to pause the time and tell my client I had to run to the bathroom urgently. So I resealed and left the room still dancing. As I tried to speed walk down the hall I couldn't hold it much anymore and started spurting jets of piss into my pants with every step I took. By the time I made it all the way to the bathroom my pants were wet from the crotch to my knees and a little bit of my butt was wet. I dabbed my pants as best I could and sprayed some Lysol on myself, ran to the break room and told a co worker that I trust I had peed my pants and asked if she could notice. I was wearing black pants that day and thankfully she couldn't tell! So I ran back and finished the session hoping my client wouldn't figure out I had peed my pants. And he didn't notice!

Next was about 6 months into starting my first job, I was working on my last client of the day and I was a bit scatter brained by that point, and had been dying for a piss during my whole session. I finished the appointment and go to wash my hands in the break room, and just hearing the running water increases my urgency so badly I squeezed my legs together and kinda bent over. I was supposed to go get a cup of water and wait for my client to come out of the room. I poured the cup of water and again the sound made me have to go really badly. I stood and waited for about 60 seconds but decided I couldn't hold it anymore and I didn't want to completely piss my pants right as my client came out of the room. So I set the cup of water down and made a mad dash for the bathrooms, basically running. As soon as I got my hand on the door to the bathroom I started peeing.:( I got into the bathroom and tried to get my belt and pants down fast but it was almost no use, I had to go so bad my pants were soaked from the butt to the crotch and down the legs instantly. I never went to get the client to say goodbye to them and I just gathered my things and left out the back foot for the day, making the walk of shame to my car where I had to sit on a towel driving home.

Okay so the worst accident I've had, I didn't pee my pants as much as...I had a number two accident. It was by far the worst because, I had a couples session which is a massage with two people in the same room on two tables and two massage therapists. My stomach wasn't terribly upset that day but it was making a ton of noise and was super active. It must have been something I ate the previous day or two, because I was dropping piles of shit like a horse!! The session was 90 minutes long and I started having trouble only 15 minutes into it. I felt like I had to fart but I knew if I tried I would shit my pants where I stood, not an option. I held on through the whole session and get to the last 10 minutes and I am dying inside. It feels like my body had been pumped full of shit and I started really thinking I couldn't make it the last few minutes. I think I managed the fart but it made me have to go even worse. But I made it to the end by some miracle, so I hurriedly told my client the goodbyes and to take their time getting up. I'm pretty sure I had one hand over my butt at this point. The tip of a very large poo was already poking my underwear at this point, and I made every attempt to get to the bathroom ASAP! I closed the door behind me as I left the room, when something clicked in my brain....I was no longer in direct sight of my client meaning the coast was clear, my co worker had left through the door on the other side of the room so she couldn't see me either, and my body decided in that moment, standing only just outside the door and finally by myself, that it couldn't be held back anymore... it was like most people say in slow motion, I just felt my buttcheeks get spread apart by a huge column of shit that just came out so fast, I couldn't even do anything but stand there looking like I saw a ghost. I mean it was just wayyy to bad to simply say I had an accident. This was catastrophic, I what felt like 5 pounds of poop in my pants. I could feel the heat of the huge poo on my buttcheeks and it felt like it was gonna be stuck to my because my pants didn't have room to accommodate the accident. I waddled to the bathroom, trying not to make the mess worse, I texted my trusted co worker from the bathroom that I had had an accident. She thought I had peed my pants, but I had to tell her I had pooped in my pants because I couldn't hold it and was going to have to go home for the day. My remaining appointments were rescheduled and I went directly home after cleaning up as best I could in the bathroom at work. I smelled terrible, it was the only choice at that point.:( luckily I didn't get in trouble and no one seemed to give me any trouble for it!!

So there you have it, all of the times so far that I have had accidents at work. I had a few accidents in earlier life but have always managed to stand up for myself early enough that it doesn't happen in front of a crowd. As I've gotten older I'm starting to worry more about protecting my image and have taken many steps to mitigate the symptoms I face with small bladder/urge incontinence. I don't see wearing a diaper as an option at this point in time, because my accidents are so infrequent.


Traveler

Embarrassing wetting accident

I recently traveled to upper Michigan to met my girlfriend up there. she was going to be on Vacation & was staying at a hotel with an indoor pool & she knows the owner so she said I could get a deal on a room also. it was our last day up there so that morning Lisa..my girlfriend was in the pool with her daughter Sidney & I was just sitting poolside but was in my clothes, dress shirt, Khakis & a sweater. then Sidney said to me "Why don't you jump in the pool with all of your clothes on. Lisa said "Yeah, you should!" & she dared me to. she said "You still have one change of nice clothes like you are wearing & not like we will be doing anything that gets us wet so you will be fine. So I did. They got a big kick out of it. now, that was just the morning activities & not what this story is about, but I was down to my last set of clothes after that.
So, I got changed into my other clothes. We got ready to leave the hotel then. we went to a festival where there was a carnival. Lisa's daughter Sidney really wanted to ride this wild ride called the Inversion. it swings back & forth while rotating & eventually goes up & over upside down. she really wanted her mom to ride it with her, but she was ..like "No way, I'm not riding that. like a typical 10 year old, the kid was fearless. Lisa asked me if I would be willing to ride with her. I did not want to seem like a coward so I agreed to but was not crazy about it. Lisa told Sidney to go use the restroom so that she wouldn't risk something happening, then she turned to me & said " Maybe you should go pee too while smirking & laughing. I assured her I would be fine. No, looking back her advice would have been good advice. so we get on the ride & it starts swinging back & forth & rotating gaining height with each swing & I knew right away this was not my cup of tea, then we go upside down & almost hang up there rotating. I almost greyed out, but then that is when I felt a sudden urge to pee & just like that, I was peeing myself. I could see a huge wet stain on my khakis & then we go upside down again & hang there. I was still peeing & since we were upside down, pee starting running out of my tan sweater. I was scared & knew I was gonna be mortified. Finally the ride come to a stop & I don't know what to do or say. Sidney was raving about how awesome the ride was & then turned to me & said "Oh my gosh, did you have an accident!" I told the ride attendant what happen because I had to. she was like "Oh no!"for real?" anyway, we get released from the ride & Sidney is already out by her mom. she knew what had happened when I got out to her. she was like "Oh no, that's a bad accident. you are so wet. You really have it now, what are you going to do for clothes? " she said "You had a nice outfit too!" then she smiled & said.."I guess you should have used to restroom before going on that ride, Oh well, I know you are embarrassed but what happened, happened, you can't call it back now. we just need to stop back at the hotel so you can change out of your peed stuff." she told me not to feel bad & that anyone can have an accident. Last night when we met again, lisa said she just wanted me to know that it was ok that I had an accident & not to feel ashamed of it. she said it's kind of like those rare times at school that one of he 1st. or 2nd grade students has an accident. she said she pulls them aside & tells them it is ok. she said that if we adults have that happen, we need to hear that too.


Haylee

Upset

Hey everybody.
Ok so I'm really upset right now. Today was Friday and my friend Kayla did get a car today. Of course I was excited at first when she called me about it. But then she dropped a bomb on me. She said that she was thinking and that she decided she didn't want us to pee in her new car because it's too new and she didn't want us to ruin it while it was so new. I couldn't believe it. I was like, so we're not going to pee in it then? And she said, well at least not for a while, and I'm like, well how long then? And she said, I don't know, but not for a while, I want it to be nice for a while. I couldn't believe what she was saying. The other day she had said we were going to have a nice pee in her car when she got one, and now that she got one she was backing out. I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked. And hurt too. I mean, here I was all ready to finally be able to pee in a car, which I wanted to do for so long, and now I couldn't even do it. I couldn't believe I was going to have to wait again. I mean, I know she's never going to change her mind about it. I know she's always going to want her car to be nice and new. It's not even a new car, but she said it's new to her and she really likes it and she wants to keep it nice for a while. I couldn't believe it. I felt betrayed. I really thought she wanted to do it, maybe not as much as I did, but she still wanted to. I really thought she liked the idea. I know she had no trouble peeing in my bed. And that's another thing that upsets me. She peed in my bed and she knew that her pee was going right into my bed and absorbing into my mattress. So it was ok for her to pee into something of mine, but now she doesn't want me to pee into something of hers. I'm sorry, but that doesn't fly with me. I am so hurt right now. I'm actually crying right now. I cried when she told me about all this. I know it'll never happen now. I know we'll never end up doing it. Our friendship is probably over now too. I wish it wasn't, but it probably is. She did actually tell me that she didn't want our friendship to end, and she also said that she still wants to come over and pee with me in my bed. But I'm not sure if that would work. It really hurts me that she thinks it's ok for her to pee into something of mine but I can't pee into something of hers. I'm glad that she peed in my bed, I really am. I like that her pee is in my mattress. I do really like her. But I'm also very upset and hurt. I'm really hoping she will change her mind and call me tomorrow and say that we can pee in her car. That would definitely fix everything. But I'm not going to hold my breath. It hurts me so much knowing that I will have to continue to wait to pee in a car. But I waited this long, so I know I'll get through it. Anyway I will definitely keep you posted.
Bye for now,
Haylee


Sunday, August 11, 2019


Miss Maisy

Stomach Bug

Me and my new boyfriend have both just had a really bad stomach bug causing vomiting, diarrhoea, cramps and gas. It's been so embarrassing as we have only been together 3 weeks!

It started on Monday night. We were staying at mine and he seemed a bit fed up, he was really quiet and seemed uncomfortable. I asked what was wrong and he said his stomach felt bad, so I gently placed my hand on his toned abdomen. I could feel his stomach gurgling and bubbling underneath my fingertips so I gently massaged it for him.

A few minutes later, he looked across at me with sad eyes. 'Baby I don't feel good, I umm, I really have to go to the toilet'. He was blushing like mad and looked so embarrassed. 'Of course sweetheart' I smiled to show him it was okay.

He got up quickly and half-ran into my ensuite, slamming the door being him. I heard him swear loudly before a huge wave of semi-solid mess splattered the toilet bowl. He was farting and splashing and sounded really ill. After 2 more waves which sounded even more watery, I tapped gently on the door.

'I'm so sorry' he cried. I could hear more watery mess falling out of him. 'Let me look after you' I soothed, pushing the door open. He was slumped forward on the toilet, beads of sweat pooling on his handsome forehead.

He looked mortified and in pain, so I walked over and wrapped my arms round him. He lent into my shoulder as another wave exited beneath him. 'I feel really sick' he mumbled, holding his guts. I quickly shoved the bin in front of his face and he instantly vomited. It was thick, creamy vomit and there was lots of it. As he continued to puke, more diarrhoea shot out of the other end. 'I think I've got the bug everyone at work has had' he groaned.

I helped him back to bed where he lay in just his boxers, his stomach making awful sick noises. He had diarrhoea again 30 minutes later and kept doing it until morning, every hour or so. 'I don't think I can work today' he cried as he ran back to the bathroom.

I phoned his boss and explained he was really sick from both ends. Due to the fact he works out on sites without proper toilets meant his boss agreed he wouldn't be able to work. I know his boss had D&V last week and went home so he does understand.

'Your boss knows' I told him, cuddling him and gently rubbing his aching stomach. 'I just feel like Im going to explode everywhere' he groaned. 'If you do, you do. You can't control your body when you're this ill'. We spent the day going back and forth to the toilet so he could let go of the painful stuff.

That evening, I got a bit of a stomach ache and by the time we went to bed, I urgently needed a poo. I could feel diarrhoea brewing quickly in my stomach as I rushed to the bathroom. Liquid instantly poured out of me and I was full of wet gas.

He stuck his head round the door, 'uhoh I'm really sorry I made you sick' he apologised. 'it's fine' I smiled as a cramp hit me. I farted loudly as the world erupted out of my bottom again. He walked over and rubbed my back as I exploded.

I was up all night with the runs but I had an important work meeting so I had to go in. I went for a really big semi solid poo before I left but by the time I arrived I urgently needed to relieve myself. I hurried to the rest rooms and straight into a cubicle. As soon as I sat down, runny diarrhoea sputtered out of my sore bum. I was on the toilet for ages, before going up to my office.

I told my boss I had diarrhoea in case I had to run to the toilet a lot. He has IBS so he understands what it's like being at work with an upset stomach. He told me to spend as much time on the toilet as I need to.

I spent my day at work trying to hold it in, the urge becoming too strong, and me having to run to the toilet to have another emergency. My boyfriend was still at home evacuating out of both ends, and that night he had a little accident in his sleep which resulted in me having to change the sheets and help him shower.

We both still feel pretty awful but we are getting better despite the constant watery diarrhoea.


Kathleen
Hi everyone. I'm a single mother to two daughters, Lynne (11) and Julie (13). We live in a tiny apartment with only one bathroom so there's no privacy as far as that's concerned. Because of this, we almost never close the bathroom door.

Julie usually poops twice a day and she spends about five minutes on the toilet per visit. Lynne usually poops once a day and she spends 15-20 minutes on the toilet. Her loads often take more than one flush to get down, or sometimes she flushes in the middle of pooping.

For today's post, I have a story about both girls. Yesterday evening, we went out to eat and after we had finished we all had to go the bathroom. I knew I needed to poop, but I wasn't sure what Lynne and Julie needed. As we were walking towards the bathroom, one of the waitresses entered shortly ahead of us. Two of the three stalls were already taken and the waitress went into the third one.

Very soon after we entered, one of the stalls opened up and Julie went into the stall. Then there was another flush and Lynne took that stall. I figured out then that both of my girls had to poop, and apparently so did the waitress. I could hear a veritable symphony of grunts, farts, and plops from all three stalls. It was really stinking in the bathroom too!

Julie finished first and I took over her stall as she washed her hands. By that point, I was nearly gagging at the smell, and I noticed there were a ton of skidmarks all over the toilet, but I knew I was only going to add to the smell. I peed a lot and began pushing out a soft long turd. When it broke off, I felt like there might be a bit more left so I waited just in case. I heard someone wiping and then a flush, followed by Lynne's voice telling me they'd be waiting outside. I told her okay.

From the waitress' stall, I heard a few quick farts and then the crackling of a turd emerging. About that time, I felt the rest of my poop ready to come out. I gave a sharp push and a little bit of a grunt and pushed out another soft long turd similar to my first one. The main bathroom door opened and I heard a woman say, "Whew! Stinks in here!" as she took the available stall.

My turd was still slowly emerging but I could hear the waitress wiping. Her poop must have been pretty messy as she was wiping a lot. My turd broke off and then I started wiping too. She flushed and left her stall and I finished wiping and flushed shortly thereafter. The waitress and I met at the sinks and we exchanged a knowing glance and a shy smile while washing up.


Taylor

A little clogged up

For some reason I had been feeling a little clogged up and hadn't pooped since Tuesday evening. Well this afternoon (5 days later) I finally got my much needed relief.

I had been spending some time with one of my friends, just lounging around on her sofa watching movies when my stomach began to gurgle and a feeling I had missed so much returned. I needed to poop! I had been trying to poop every time I sat down on the toilet for a wee since Tuesday and I couldn't produce anything, I didn't even feel the need to go. But now that I had the urge I wanted to make the most of the opportunity. Strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. I told Jennifer I needed to poop and she said to go right ahead, pointing me to her bathroom. I asked if she had a plunger because I was worried about it clogging and she told me she didn't, but… she did have an old fashioned outdoors toilet at the end of her garden. It was a composting toilet and pretty much just a hole so there was no chance of clogging. Well that caught my attention, I always like pooping in different places and I wasn't going to miss this chance!

She waited in the house while I walked to the end of her garden, toilet roll in hand and sure enough, there was a wooden outhouse in the corner, partially hidden by the trees. I opened the door and loved what I saw. There was just a wooden bench with a hole cut out in the middle. I've always wanted to use one of those! I closed the door behind me and bunched my skirt up around my ???? before pulling down my pink knickers to my calves and sitting over the hole. My heart was racing. I was so excited to be using one of those style toilets.

I didn't start going immediately but I didn't want to force it either so while I still felt the urge to poop, I just sat there and waited to see if it would come naturally. My stomach was still gurgling and doing flips so that was a good sign at least. I had been sitting for a couple of minutes when my body uncontrollably pushed for me and I began to birth a wide load. It was the same sort of feeling as when you have an accident, and your body just lets go. I fully relaxed and let it come out on its own, feeling extremely happy about finally pooping. It was moving fairly slowly but I didn't need to put in any effort at all, I could just sit and enjoy it. It seemed to go on forever before breaking off with a dull thud and I stayed forced open by the remainder still moving. It was quite a long piece and it too made a dull thud as it hit the bottom of the toilet. I closed up but I didn't feel finished so I sat and waited, just in case.

I started peeing, my stream hissing against the inside of the toilet and I just sat with my head in my hands while my bladder emptied. I had been drinking a lot of water so there was plenty to come out. I went for about 45 seconds and waited to see if I had anything else to come out. After about 5 minutes I still hadn't produced anything extra so I decided to call it a day and began wiping. I wiped my front and then used three pieces for my behind, dropping them all beneath me into the hole. I stood up, pulling up my knickers and had a peek in the hole but couldn't see anything because of the lack of light. I "flushed" which seemingly deposited some soil over my creation and then went back to Jennifer, feeling 10 pounds lighter.

Nothing exciting happened toilet wise for most of the day, we both peed a couple of times but that was it. But just before I sat down to start writing this I needed to poop again. I was sat next to Jennifer on her sofa so I excused myself and went upstairs to her bathroom. Like usual I bunched up my skirt out of the way and pulled my knickers down to my calves as I sat. After only a couple of seconds I felt my poop crowning. I loved being back to my normal pooping schedule! I just relaxed into it and started peeing, gently playing with my hair while I got my relief. My poop fell into the bowl and I finished peeing before wiping and redressing. Floating in the slightly yellow water was a log about six inches long and an inch wide, much like my normal self! I flushed, washed my hands and got myself comfortable on the sofa with my laptop to type this up. I hope you enjoyed it!


P

To Anna from Austria

Ive had a situation like this before

I was at school and it was 4th period just about 10 mins before lunch and I felt the need to poop really bad considering in the morning when I usually take my poo before I leave for school but u was late so I didn't get my morning poo so this was becoming urgent I asked to go the toilet and got told to wait till lunch I was getting so desperate as soon as the bell went I ran to the nearest toilet feeling my poo about to fill my pants I ran into the stall forgetting to check for paper and pulled down my panties and started pooping a big soft serve crackled out and a few farts escaped and more sloppy poo forced out I was pooping for like 15 minutes and then finally stopped I went for the paper but realised there wasn't any left I had such a mess after the soft serve that left my butt and I couldn't clean it I would've went into the next stall but more people came into the bathroom I just pulled up almy panties and could already feel a mess occuring I went the rest of the day with that and when I got home I had loads of brown stains in my panties I put them in the wash and finished wiping it was so uncomfortable sitting in that all day


Haylee

Peeing in a Car

Hi everyone!
It's me Haylee, I posted a while ago, on pages 2694 and 2701. I had said that I really wanted to pee in a car, but my problem was I didn't have my own car yet. Well, unfortunately I still don't have my own car, so I still haven't been able to do it yet. And so I still haven't had an opportunity to pee in a car. But I do have some good news! My friend Kayla should be getting a car soon, maybe even this weekend! And Kayla also likes the idea of peeing in a car, and we have been talking about it, and she decided that she would let me pee in her car when she gets one, and also she will do it too. So I am very excited for sure! Kayla is a very good friend, and she has peed with me before in my room. If you remember, I had mentioned that I sometimes like to pee in my bed, and my mom thinks that I do it in my sleep. I think it's kind of funny that she doesn't question it, since I sometimes pee in the place where my pillow goes, but so far she hasn't questioned it. Kayla has also peed in my bed a few times, and it has worked out really well because my mom doesn't know the difference between her pee and my pee. And so since Kayla is open to peeing in different places, she has also agreed that we would pee in her car when she got one. And now she might be getting one this weekend! I will definitely let you know what happens. Our plan is that she will pick me up, and then we will drive somewhere and park, and then we will both get in the backseat and pee. And of course we will pee right into the seat. As I've said, I never wanted to use anything to protect the seat, I always wanted to pee right into it. To me that's what it's all about. I want to pee IN a car, not just into something else that happens to be inside of a car. I want to pee IN a car. And now Kayla does too which is wonderful. I can't believe this is finally happening! I've waited so long! I hope hope hope that she gets a car this weekend! I will definitely let you know what happens!
Take care,
Haylee


weird guy

green poop

I haven't posted " regularly" for a little while. I do want to say that I've had some dumps lately that have featured green poop. I tend to eat plenty of vegetables like green beans, peas, asparagus, etc. so I guess that's the culprit. anyone else experience this type of poop?


an embarrassed pooper
Hey all. Wanted to share a story from the past that was super embarrassing but also funny to look back on.

One time I was in a bathroom taking a massive dump. I was feeling ill and had diarrhea. This was a busy bathroom btw. Sadly!

So as soon as I got into a stall I yanked down my pants and undies to my ankles and sat down without even bothering to put the protective toilet seat cover down. I was that desperate. I locked the door real quick (come to find out I didn't lock it properly, spoiler alert !!) before sitting down. Immediately upon sitting down, I exploded into the poor toilet. This went on for a while and all of a sudden I see the stall door start to move. A woman opened the door on me! She was so apologetic and embarrassed that she forgot to at least try to close the door before walking away, and she exposed me to everyone in the bathroom! My vagina was fully exposed, and I don't like that part of my body being shown! My face must've turned a thousand shades red. To make matters worse, I wasn't within reaching distance so couldn't hold the door closed with my legs, so I had to get the attention of someone nearby to try to close it for me. But it swung back open every time! Minutes later, but not before a countless number of people saw me and my exposed nether region, a woman offered to hold the door closed for me. I was so grateful for that.

Something similar happened before, but it was different.. one time I was feeling very ill and went to the bathroom and it was such an emergency that I didn't even bother to close the stall door. What a sight for the people in the bathroom to see! Lol. But that time I didn't care as long as I was on a toilet!

Has anyone ever used a public bathroom with the stall door open (excluding doorless stalls) either on purpose or by accident? It's happened to me a bunch of times and I'm wondering if I'm alone or not!


Jessica B

Ski weekend with friends

Hi everyone!

Sorry for the long hiatus. I am such a slow and bad writer that I didn't manage to post anything in about a year. Anyway, thank you to all of you for taking the time to share your experiences.

Anna from Canada, if you are still reading, know that I miss you! Take care.

I wanted to tell you about a rather amusing weekend with my friends last winter. We rented an old cabin in a ski resort for a weekend. There were four of us: Louisa, who I've already written about in previous posts and two friends of hers, Maria and Melanie. We met up a Friday after work and all drove to the resort together in Louisa's car. Since it was a rather long ride, we stopped at a Burger King's for dinner. We arrived quite late (at around 10pm) after a challenging ride up a slippery snow-covered road.

We decided to go to bed immediately since we were all tired and we wanted to wake up early on Saturday to make out most of the expensive ski passes. I changed into my pajamas and went to the only bathroom to brush my teeth but I khad to wait as the door was locked. After 2-3 minutes I heard the toilet flush, the sound of the faucet and then the one of an electric toothbrush. Finally, Mel came out of the bathroom and we wished each other a good night. By the smell still lingering in the bathroom, it was clear that she had just taken a big dump. I could feel a rumbling in my own belly because the heavy meal but I didn't have to go yet. I brushed my teeth and went to sleep in the room I shared with Louisa.

When the alarm clock rang next morning, I was the second to get up after Maria. As usual, I had to pee urgently first thing in the morning. However, I found the bathroom door once again as someone was clearly plopping away. It turned out to be Maria, who was done rather quickly and didn't leave much of a smell. She apparently was still a little self-conscious to find me squirming by the door by her blushing. After I peed, we prepared breakfast and we waked up Louisa and Mel.

We ate breakfast in a rush as we wanted to hit the slopes as soon as possible. But getting four people ready is not so easy when you've only got one bathroom! My after-breakfast, or after-coffee urge to do my number two hit me as Maria was doing the dishes and Mel and Louisa were occupying the bathroom braiding their hair, brushing their teeth and applying sunscreen. I decided to change first hoping that they'd be done by then but this obviously didn't happen. I ended up joining them and readied my hair as well. The air was rather heavy in this little room because of all the toiletry products but also because one of my friends had released a nasty fart. No one commented on it though.

At last, Mel left the bathroom and Louisa was left sitting on the edge of the bathtub, texting. I summoned up my courage and asked her "Louisa, do you mind leaving the bathroom for a minute? I have to go number two." She laughed and said "Of course, but don't be too long 'cause I'm next!" before leaving. I locked the door, pulled down my snow pants, under layer and panties and jammed my butt onto the seat. This was not a minute early and I started pooping immediately. I managed to pass three smallish soft logs and quite a few farts. The smell was everything but pleasant. I wiped and flushed quickly so to prevent the stench from getting worse. Also, I hate it when someone is waiting in front of the door while I'm pooping. I washed my hands and swapped place with Louisa. I knew she was super relieved as well when she came out a few minutes later with a huge grin on her face. This poor toilet endured quite some action!

By then, the air was thick in this enclosed space but I had to finish applying sunscreen. I was joined by Maria, who pinched her nose when she got in. I wanted to tell her that it was Louisa who just used the bathroom, but I didn't since I would be shaming her and I definitely was responsible for part of the stench as well.

We made spent the day skiing. The weather was awesome and there was plenty of snow. We had lots of fun. At the end of the day, we showered at home (I let up to your imagination how much waiting was involved) before going for "Après-ski" partying at the night club. We had snacks and many drinks, including shots. I was tipsy for sure but my friends were really drunk. Dancing was awesome. After a while, Mel started making out with some guy and left with him. We stayed for another hour before being too exhausted to keep dancing. Walking on our way home, Maria got sick and had to throw up on the side of the road. I was helping her the best I could and held her hair whereas Louisa was getting impatient: she had to pee badly. She ended up peeing on the spot as well. Good thing no one drove by! At last, everyone made it to bed.

On Sunday morning, I woke up very early for no reason. I have a hard time sleeping in lately. I was only slightly hangover which was unexpected given the number of drinks I had the previous night. I knew I would be alone for a while and it was clear that no one would go skiing on that day. I made myself a large Cappuccino and settled in front of the TV with my blanket. Soon enough, the coffee produced its infamous effects on my bowels. I started becoming gassy and the pressure in my belly rose. I paused the TV show and went to the toilet. After a few airy farts, I started passing a lot of very soft sausages and sloppy poo. It was a lot, but I knew there was even more so I remained seated just scrolling through my Instagram. Indeed, I was able to pass even more mushy poo. I felt done so I wiped my privates. I used many sheets of TP because this wet poo had left quite a mess. Alcohol seems to have a laxative effect on me when I have too much of it. I then flushed the toilet and washed my hands. My load had left plenty of skidmarks on this old toilet bowl but I was just happy everything had gone down fine despite the water level rising dangerously. I resumed watching TV.

I decided to take a relaxing bath since it was still just 9 am. I filled the tub, brushed my hair and took my book with me to the bath. After being in there for a little less than an hour, someone knocked on the door. "Can I come in?", Louisa asked. "Sure." She came in. Good thing I hadn't locked the door. She then asked me in a super sleepy voice "Do you mind if I use the bathroom? It's an emergency." I answered that it was obviously fine and that I was sorry I was hogging the bathroom, I wasn't expecting anyone else to wake up this early. Louisa asked "Could you please close the shower curtain?" This is when I realized she wasn't only there to pee but had to poop as well, since peeing in front of each other is not a big deal to us. I said "Oh, sorry, I didn't get you have to go number two, give me five minutes and I'll be out of here." "It's okay" she replied and pulled the curtain before sitting down onto the toilet. She started peeing fiercely and within seconds an eruption of soft poo was to be heard from her butt. Her stench immediately filled the little room. "Sorry for this", she mumbled. I told her this was no problem and did not bother me to make her feel better. She kept shitting for a while, occasionally passing some gas as well. She then wiped using many soft wipes by the sound of it.

When I taught she was done and about to stand up, a new wave of diarrhea hit her. I decided I was done with my bath and started rinsing off while poor Louisa was dealing with what sounded like a nasty shit. I turned off the water at the same time Louisa flushed. "****!!!", she exclaimed. Without seeing it, I knew she had clogged the toilet. These many wet wipes overwhelmed the old piece of ceramics. I opened the curtain to find a very dizzy Louisa. She had gotten up too fast and her hangover body was not ready to deal with such levels of excitement. I managed to help her sit down on the bathtub edge before it was too late. "Oh my God, what am I gonna do?" she asked. I told her that she had to calm down, that she obviously was not in shape to do anything about it right then and that she should go back to bed, we would take care of it later. She washed her hands and I escorted her back to bed because I did not want her to faint and hurt herself.

I first inspected the situation: the water was flowing down very slowly but all the mess was going nowhere and accumulated at the bottom. I looked for a plunger first in the bathroom, then in the entire flat, without finding one. I then occurred to me that it could be in the garage. I went through boxes of construction supplies and household articles without success. We would have to drive to a hardware store to buy one.

I went back to the flat just to find the bathroom door closed. I knocked on the door and asked "Louisa, are you doing alright?" but to my surprise, it was Melanie who answered "I've a headache and my belly isn't doing so good either" in a raspy voice. I warned her "Don't use the toilet, it seems to be clogged and I haven't found a plunger yet!" to which she replied "Why didn't you write a notice? It's too late now, I'm already going!" and some swearing I won't transcribe here. "Great!" I thought, since I knew she wouldn't be the one either who would help me dealing with this worsening situation. I boiled some water and prepared tea for everyone and ten minutes later, Mel came out of the bathroom. "What are we gonna do?", she wondered as well. I told her that I would drive to the hardware store to get a plunger as soon as I'd feel ready to drive and gave her a cup of tea. She then went for a nap too.

By then, it was already past 11 am and that's when Maria woke up. She looked super hangover. The reason was, you guessed it, that she needed the toilet. This time I could stop her on her way and told her that the toilet was broken and she couldn't use it. She stared at me in dismay "Oh no, I really have to go to the bathroom now!" I suggested her she could have a pee under the shower, or even in the sink if she was truly desperate. She thought of it for a second (or at least needed some time to understand what I said) and answered "Uhm, I think I don't just need to pee". She obviously was embarrassed, tired and stressed. Meanwhile, I wasn't as understanding as I should have been and I'd just had wished I weren't left as the only one in charge. I told Maria to pee first while I would start working on the toilet, but this wasn't to her liking. So my next attempt to help her was to send her to the coffee shop down the street. She reluctantly agreed and went get her clothes.

It became clear that something had to be now and that waiting was not an option anymore. I was especially worried about one of my friends getting nauseous and having to throw up. Thankfully, I had found some rubber gloves and some plastic bags in the cleaning cabinet. I resigned myself to try to unclog the toilet without a plunger, using a coat hanger instead. I grabbed the supplies and went to the toilet. Mel hadn't done anything to improve the situation: some large semi-formed tan turds and decomposing wads of paper were now laying on top of what had been left by Louisa. In one word, it was simply gross. I had to be brave, so I put one the rubber gloves, took the plastic bags and removed as much as I could using them like a dog waste bag. I nearly made me throw up since I wasn't feeling that well in the first place. I paused for a few seconds and breathed slowly to calm down. Then, I used the hook of the coat hanger to dislodge the the insane amount of wet wipes (and some other things) Louisa had used and put the min the bag as well. I was hoping I was done so I actioned the flush. Unfortunately, the water level rose again.

This is when Maria came back. She was distressed and told me the coffee place was not open yet. "It's an emergency!", she cried, "I'm gonna soil my pants!" I had to calm her down I told her to sit and either wait while I was working it, or go outside of the house. I guess this idea terrified her since she stayed and remained quiet.

I resumed my efforts and dislodged even more wipes and removed them, being extremely careful not to get splashed. Maria was watching me anxiously. I gave the flush another try and oh what a miracle, the water was able to flow without rising.

"Is it repaired?" Maria asked with urgency. "I'm not sure" was my answer, as I wanted to try flushing once more to be certain that the clog was gone. You could feel her distress as the seconds were passing by, the tank refilling. After what seemed like an hour, the tank finally filled up and I flushed the toilet once again without problem. "I think it's okay now", I said. "Okay, can I please go the bathroom", Maria urged me out. As soon as I had passed the door, Maria slammed it closed. "Don't use wet wipes!", I shouted. By the sounds of it, she wasn't lying and had to go absolutely urgently, both ends. The noises were the ones you'd expect during a mudslide, not behind a bathroom door!

It took Maria five minutes to relieve herself, she then flushed and mumbled "Thanks!" as she walk passed me back to her bed. I let the toilet air out for a while, then returned to finish cleaning. With the brush, I removed plenty of skidmarks but I did not manage to get rid of the marks and scratches the hanger had left.

One by one, my friends woke up and we all gathered in front of the TV and spent the afternoon drinking tea and relaxing. By the evening, everyone was feeling better and it was time to go home. I drove our car since I was the fittest. We stopped for dinner at a Chinese restaurant on the way. Everyone agreed I would be invited as a reward for my allegedly "heroic" actions with the toilet (lol). We had fun even though we were tired. After paying, Maria and Louisa went to the ladies whereas Mel and me returned the car. Mel thanked me again: "I am really sorry I made everything worse this morning and that I wasn't in shape to help you. Actually, I realized that there was a chance that the drain was clogged when I saw it, but I had to shit soo badly that I just hoped it would be alright". Actually, it's her urge to move her bowels that brought her back home since she admitted that she didn't feel like doing stinking up that guy's place, which I can understand. She promised to buy me a drink as well next time we'd meet up and urged me not to tell anyone about this. Whatever.

From there, Louisa drove the car and brought us home. All in all, I had a very nice skiing experience, I'd just had wished my friends weren't that tired on Sunday. Anyway, took me a long time to write this and the text is getting huge, so I better stop. Still amazed that by how much action this toilet saw in a single weekend!

Love & take care,
Jess


Ronette

A mistake and public restroom privacy

I really enjoy the cheerleading and dance camp I'm going to each day. It is at another school on the far side of our city and requires me to take the subway for a couple of hours each morning and another couple of hours each evening. I have to transfer trains twice. The heat and humidity of being outside all day in a stadium is tough but we have a five minute break each hour to get a water bottle and use one of the portable potties our instructor has set up. Getting up at 4 a.m. each morning for my trip and drinking 9 or 10 water bottles each day is getting to my body. I'm peeing about every hour or two and getting physically run down. An example of this was Monday evening when I was coming home, I fell asleep on the subway and missed my transfer station. When I woke up about 30 minutes later the train was several stations beyond my first transfer point and my bladder was burning badly for a pee. I was so upset with myself that I wanted to scream. That was my 6th or 7th pee of the day and I knew from experience the previous week that the transfer station toilets were much worse than the portable potties we're regularly using on the field.

Just standing on the train when it stopped at the mystery station and the people in front of me who seemed to be moving as slow as turtles, made my pee-in-my-shorts that much more certain to me. How I made it down the train's steps and through the crowd for about a block at the station was a miracle. Finally, I saw a restrooms sign hanging from the ceiling and knew that I had another block to get to it. When I did, and I wasn't sure whether my sweat or the pee trickles seeping into my underwear were worse, I dodged my way through the crowd and into the bathroom doorway. Unlike last week when I used the absolute worst bathroom at my regular station, this one was multiple times worse. Instead of two-foot high privacy doors, there was none on any of the three toilets. All of the cement floor was slippery from flooding from overruns of the toilets and two sinks. There were a couple of catheters and other things used for injecting drugs on the floor.

Of course there was no toilet paper on the wall behind the toilet. It seemed like three pieces of crap were floating on top of the bowl's water. An older lady sitting on the left toilet could see my apprehension and a college-age lady on my right had her jeans at knee level and used a Penny's bag to cover he mid-section as she sat looking agitated. I turned around, picked up my feet that seemed to be sticking to the floor, dropped my clothing to mid-thigh level, and my pee started pounding into the water immediately. There was so much relief that I put my face between my legs because I don't like others looking me over, if you know what I mean. But the stench of the toilet was so bad I had to pull my head up. Then I saw this girl about 5, standing within two or three inches of my knees looking me over while she holding with both hands some stick of candy she was sucking on.

She had a dirty Care Bear top on and two soft shoes, neither of which were tied. She asked if I was doing a No.1 or No. 2, what my name was, where my mother was, and I told her I might be a couple more minutes on the toilet. She showed me her candy and I told her she should back up and wait for me to get done. She didn't. Then I picked my two feet up and kind of faked pushing her back. I asked where her mother was as the crowd was getting larger. She said she didn't have a mother. I asked her who was with her and she said her dad. I told her to go back to him. She told me she couldn't because he was doing a No. 2 and told her to wait in there. I knew no father would want to be in there because how gross it was and that there was no privacy. So I finished, flushed with my foot and the flusher didn't work, and as I was done pulling my shorts up, I gave her a lift up onto the seat. Then I helped her pull her clothing down and after two or three minutes a little trickle began, followed by a much better stream. She was able to slide herself down and I grabbed her by the hand and led her outside.

Her dad was just outside the door and thankful that I brought her out.
He said he didn't feel it was appropriate under the circumstances for her to see guys shitting and peeing with no privacy and I somewhat get that. But letting her fend for herself in the ladies' room isn't much better either. My mom agrees with me. All I know is that each of the bathrooms at the stations suck and I absolutely hate having to use them. And missing my train connection and getting home 90 minutes later also sucks.


Thursday, August 08, 2019


Bucket as toilet

I'd like to share my story of peeing and pooping in a container like last week!

So one day I had to pee and poop but wanted to be different this time. I have a plastic container in my room that's empty so I grabbed it. I used my phone as a mirror to watch myself go. I was just in my pajamas so no underwear or anything, and so I took my pants off so I was buck naked from the waist down. I squatted over the container and it took a while since I wasn't used to it but I began to pee. Then after that I began to poop but it was a hard one! I grunted and watched my bottom the entire time, and eventually a few little turds came out and I heard them go plunk! in the container. I put my pants back on, took the container and dumped it in the toilet, washed it then took my pants off again and wiped myself. It was interesting for sure!

So I had surgery years ago and I remember right after surgery I had to pee real bad!!! I told the nurse and she quickly got a bedpan. I lifted up my hospital gown, exposing myself but I didn't care much because I was so out of it. As soon as she got me settled I began to pee and soon I finished going and told her. She carefully took the pan from under me and asked me if I was able to wipe myself. I tried but I must've been so out of it that I couldn't get it, so the nurse ended up wiping me for me, which was a bit awkward but I didn't mind it. That was the first time I ever used a bedpan


To Ronette

I enjoyed reading about the gross bathroom with the short doors. Did you ever poo in that bathroom, or one like it?


Vincene

What a maintenance sign means

I was 11 and walked about 5 blocks over to Wal-Mart to get a new CD from my favorite singer. I just had a $20 bill with me and my school ID card which my mom requires me to carry at all times in case of an emergency. It was about 10 a.m. and walking a couple of blocks on a train track somehow activated my bowels. So I walked down, with some stumbles because I'm kind of a klutz, this hill that lead to the Wal-Mart parking lot. I thought out my plan: grab the CD, pay for it and get back home for my crap. By the time I got to the entertainment section, taking a second stumble on some packets of underwear that had fallen from a display, I realized my crap was going to be immediate.

I was closest to the back of the store and I could see a large restroom sign on the wall. I picked up my pace and then saw a yellow maintenance sign on the floor in front of the restroom door. I stuck my head in, didn't see anybody working and was encouraged by not seeing any legs under any of the 9 or 10 toilets. After stepping around the sign, I hurried into the first stall, latched the door and dropped myself to the seat. I dropped my first two or three pieces immediately and was surprised that the elastic on my underwear didn't get hit by the crap that exploded out of me. I started to stand, but immediately sat back down as another piece easily came out.

I stood and grabbed for the toilet paper. Not even an inch left on the roll. I looked at the wall behind the toilet where they usually have the container from which you can pull off an ass-gasket. None. This was a soft crap and I knew I had a wiping mess. So with my shorts and undies at knee level I hopped down the line of toilets. One by one, I checked for TP or for an ass-gasket that I could tear up and use. There was none. So as I was about the reach down and pull up my clothing there was this young man, probably in his 20s in a blue custodial uniform walking walking in pulling a cart stacked on two sides with the paper I needed.

He caught me full-frontal for the 5 seconds or so while I grabbed at my clothing and quickly turned, exposing my dirty rear end. He met me half way with a wrapped roll of toilet paper and said he was going to do the mens room while I took care of my 'needs.' I apologized and went into one of the middle stalls where I took the seat and probably spent 4 or 5 minutes cleaning myself. I flushed the toilet midway when I saw the toilet paper stacking well above the water level. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even stay to wash my hands. As I got back into the hallway I got to thinking about how I had learned what 'maintenance' was. And how stupid I had been. And to make matters even worse, the CD I wanted was sold out.


Victoria B.

Response to Anna from Austria

I once had the same thing happen to me. There were a few differences but here goes.

I was at a coffee shop in the town where I went to college. The coffee did the trick and I needed a number two. This particular coffee shop had two unisex bathrooms and both of them were in use when I approached. One opened up and out came a man who must've only needed to pee because he neglected to mention that one single solitary piece of toilet paper had been left on the roll!

I locked the door, pulled my pants and panties down to my calves and sat down on the toilet. I can't remember how much I did but I do recall that it was messy and that I was wearing a thong that day. In other words I needed to wipe after I was done with the number two because the alternative would've meant a pair of ruined panties.

I finished pooping and used the one sheet of toilet paper before trying to figure out what to do next. There were no extra rolls of paper anywhere in the bathroom and that equally confused and annoyed me. I was going to have to resort to paper towels. I wasn't happy and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone but I proceeded to finish the job; it felt like I was wiping myself with sandpaper!

I threw the dirty paper towels into the trash can rather than trying to flush them and risk clogging the toilet before I got dressed again and flushed. I washed my hands and went straight to the barista to tell her that one of the bathrooms was completely out of paper. Not a fun conversation but I was happy that I made it out of such a potentially messy situation with my panties intact!
Love,
Victoria


Victoria B.

Poop sigh

Hey!

I had lunch at a small café this afternoon with my friend Robyn. She's in my cohort and we've gotten to be close over the course of our first year in the program. Tall and thin with light brown hair and pale blue eyes she's a distinctive sight and a good friend.

Anyway, we ordered and my body instinctively decided to make room. I needed to poop and told Robyn that I had to run to the bathroom. She giggled for some reason and said "Take your time!" as I made my way to the women's room. It turned out to be a clean, well-maintained single toilet facility and it wasn't long before my skirt was up, my purple panties were down and my buns were on the seat.

I'd peed before leaving my apartment but a few leftover squirts made their way out as things from the rear commenced with a bowl-rattling fart and two small pieces plopping into the bowl. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling of relief and release, needing only a slight push to get a much bigger turd started on its way out. It floomphed its way into the bowl before being joined by another log that was thinner and a little longer based on how it felt leaving me. My butt finished up with some softer stuff and I was done.

I took a look at my load from between my thighs and was impressed enough with my load to flush it before I started cleaning up from my number two. Everything went down and I wiped, first my front and then my bum, before getting up and dressed again. I flushed a second time and washed my hands before making my way back to the table. Our food had already arrived but I needed to know what was so funny before I took a bite.

Robyn smiled and said "That was your poop sigh. Every time you take a poop your eyes get big and you sigh before you get to a toilet!" She continued in a softer tone, "And it's kinda cute." We had a delicious lunch before paying and going our separate ways. Later in the afternoon though my phone rang. It was Robyn. She sent me a video of her imitation of my poop sigh and it was hilarious!

Love,
Victoria


Kevin

Pizza parlor poo

31 yo male
6 feet
170 lbs

I had just eaten an entire pizza by myself at a pizza joint when I had that familiar feeling to unload. There was a unisex family restroom and I arrived at the same time as a young attractive waitress. I insisted she went first. She entered and was in there for 5 minutes at least. When she exited she had a sheepish look on her face. I entered and lifted the lid only to find an enormous log in the toilet. I was so excited to add to the pile. I sat down and right when I surrendered my body to unleash someone tried to open the door but I had locked it. I started crapping and it felt sooo gratifying. A 3 foot long log emerged from my butt and it coiled around the bowl 3 times as it was on top of the other beautiful log. I cleaned up and tried to flush. It did not flush! I now had realized why the attractive girl had left her masterpiece. I exited the bathroom and found another attractive waitress waiting her turn. I smiled and said sorry the toilet does not work. She said it's alright she was desperate. She was in there for 5 minutes as well. I was curious to what the toilet now looked like so I entered again after she was through. It was the most wonderful sight ever. You could still see me and waitress #1s logs but on top of them laid the thickest log I've ever seen. It looked like someone's forearm and was about 16 in long! I've never been more exhilarated! Best experience ever! Me and the two waitresses made eye contact later and they both smiled at me! I think everyone enjoyed seeing each others logs!


Aaron

Poo on a ferry

A few days ago I had a new experience: I had a poo on a ship. It also had an international flair as I pooped alongside a French guy. I'll explain. Me and a group of mates are currently travelling around Europe. On Saturday we got the ferry from Dover to Calais, and although I needed to go for a poo much earlier in the day, I decided to hold it until I was on the ferry as I'd never done a poo at sea before!

We boarded and waited to set off. As soon as we were on the move I told my friends I was going to the toilet and set off. Just in front of me was a guy in his early twenties who was heading in the same direction. He had black ripped jeans, black T-shirt and a backwards cap. As we approached the toilet door, he held it open for me. "Thank you" I said. Inside it was already pretty busy. There were guys at the urinals, guys washing their hands and two of the four cubicles were taken. The young guy took one on the vacant cubicles and I took the final empty one. My dump was pretty uneventful. I heard quite a few wet farts and blasts from the guy next to me. After about five mins he tapped on the dividing wall. I heard a thick French accent "excuse me, do you have any paper in your cabin as I have none." "Er yeah, here you go" I gave him quite a bit as it sounded like he'd just had a big one. "Merci" he said and he wiped up flushed and left. I stayed for a bit longer until I was fully empty. I went back to my group. I saw the guy later laughing with his friends. As we disembarked the ferry, he nodded at me as if to say thank you for earlier!


. Do you enjoy pooping?
Yes I like the feeling of relief especially if it's diarrhea

2. what is your favorite position when passing a BM?
Just sitting down but in nature I squat or stand up

3. Do you get stomach aches before you BM? Are they severe?
Yep sometimes there sever and kinda feel like my stomach is burning if I'm having diarrhea

4. How many times a day do you poop?
4-10

5. What was the longest poop you ever did?
Was on the toilet for a good 1 hour and 30 mins

6. Do you find pooping relaxing?
Yes unless it's constipation but it's relaxing when the big poo comes out

7. Do you make grunting noises when pushing? Do you yell in pain when it hurts?
Not really

8. How often do you get constipated?
Just a few times a year

9. What was the longest time you were ever constipated for?
3 weeks I had to get one of those pellets the doctor put up your bum and I had the biggest poop ever

10. After being constipated or just having a difficult poop, and it finally comes out, do you ever yell of relief?
Yes when I was constipated for 3 weeks and the doctor's have me the pellet thing up my bum

11. Do you get stomach aches often when you don't have to BM? If so, are they severe and how long do they last?
Yes sever cramps they last about a few minutes but then carry on coming and going until I poop

12. Are you gassy when you poop?
Very gassy it's embarrassing in school and in public bathrooms but oh well

13. Do you look forward to taking a dump?
Sometimes yer

14. What are two signs that you have to go (besides a stomach ache)?
Feel it moving down in my stomach fast then I start to cart lots

15. Do you ever lie down after taking a Long dump because you feel week or tired?
Yes.

16. Do you ever have to catch your breath after pooping?
Yes,

17. Do you like taking as long as necessary on the bowl, or do you get it done as fast as possible?
I take as long as I need rushing isn't good for you even in school but sometimes I will rush in school

18. When you are constipated or are having a tough time getting it out, what do you think is the best way to relieve yourself w/o taking a laxative?
I mean I have one and often get diarrhea but when I am constipated I just eat one of my trigger foods

19. Has a BM ever hurt so much that you started to cry?
One times I almost did cause it hurt so bad

20. How often do you have diarrhea?
Basically every day

21. When on the bowl taking a dump, what do you think is the most comfortable position I sit up and put my hands either side on the bowl or sometimes I lean forward

22. Do you push on your stomach to get the poop out?
Sometimes

23. Do you ever massage your stomach to help a stomach ache or to help yourself poop?
Yes if I have bad stomach ache on the toilet

24. How do you feel about having someone poop with you, like to keep you company?
I've done it a few times before with close friends only

25. How do you feel about someone talking you through constipation, a rough poop, diarrhea, etc.?
Deosnt bother me

26. After a long, hard poop, diarrhea, constipation, or even when you have the stomach flu/bug, would you enjoy a stomach massage?
Yer helps the pain but makes me fart

27. Do your stomach aches continue even after you have pooped?
Yep

28. How often do you get off the bowl, and then realize as you walk away from the bathroom that you weren't done? Has this ever happened to you more than twice in a row (for the same dump)?
Very often I always get up and flush then walk out of the bathroom then realize I still need to go a few times in school I have asked to go to the toilet the straight after I get back I ask to go again but sometime the teacher won't let me

1. Do you put paper on seat to poop in Public?
No.If it's not dirty
2.Guys do you pee in a toilet that has not been flushed?
No
3. do you flush after peeing?
Yes of course.
4. females do you wipe your puss after peeing and pooping?
Yes
5. If a toilet dirty do you use?
I did if I was in a hurry. If I can hold it, I would not get in.
6. Do you pee outside?
Yes in a bush behind trees
7. If you have to poop outside do up do it or go inside?
I poop outside in any occasion I get in a ally in a bush in a bin behind a tree behind a car anywere

8. Do you use porta potties?
Yes.

9 do you check your panties or/underpants after peeing/popping for spots?
Yes I check because when I fart it can cause marks

10. have you ever used a handicapped toilet?
Yes. a few times there more spacious and when I've had an accident in public it's easy to clean because the handicapped have a bin and a sink

11. have you ever used opposites toilet when young/
Yes


Tuesday, August 06, 2019


Juliette from France

survey

1. Do you enjoy pooping?
If my shit was not messy.

2. what is your favorite position when passing a BM?
I prefer squatting.

3. Do you get stomach aches before you BM? Are they severe?
Yes. They did severe.

4. How many times a day do you poop?
7-12 times.

5. What was the longest poop you ever did?
Once I had seriously diarrhea, 3 hours.

6. Do you find pooping relaxing?
It can be if I didn't have diarrhea or constipation.

7. Do you make grunting noises when pushing? Do you yell in pain when it hurts?
I grunt if I had diarrhea.

8. How often do you get constipated?
Luckily only once a year.

9. What was the longest time you were ever constipated for?
3 weeks.

10. After being constipated or just having a difficult poop, and it finally comes out, do you ever yell of relief?
Yes. Once I 've been constipated for 2 weeks, and finally poop out every thing in once.

11. Do you get stomach aches often when you don't have to BM? If so, are they severe and how long do they last?
Yes. They are severe and they usually last until I poop these shit off.

12. Are you gassy when you poop?
Very gassy, I almost never stop passing gas when I shit, I usually fart 48 times when I poop, they are all smelly and loudly. One of my boyfriend broke up with me because of he heard and smell the gas I pass out when I poop.

13. Do you look forward to taking a dump?
Sometimes when I was constipated.

14. What are two signs that you have to go (besides a stomach ache)?
A heavy feeling in stomach, and having more frequently and more smelly fart.

15. Do you ever lie down after taking a Long dump because you feel week or tired?
Yes.

16. Do you ever have to catch your breath after pooping?
Yes, just one time.

17. Do you like taking as long as necessary on the bowl, or do you get it done as fast as possible?
If I'm pooping in the school bathroom and someone is also in the toilet, I would like to finish my shit as fast as I can, because the sound when I poop was very big, the smell was horrible.I don't want an audience for this.

18. When you are constipated or are having a tough time getting it out, what do you think is the best way to relieve yourself w/o taking a laxative?
Not having. My stomach is weak, many things makes me diarrhea, such as spicy food and ice cream, after eating them, the poop will spurt out of my asshole like a tornato, no need to take laxative.

19. Has a BM ever hurt so much that you started to cry?
No. Although I'm a girl, but I 'm not that weak.

20. How often do you have diarrhea?
Frequently. Once two weeks, my stomach are very weak.

21. When on the bowl taking a dump, what do you think is the most comfortable position (i.e. Leaning back, head between your knees, straight up with your hands on the side of the bowl, etc.)
Squatting was comfortable.

22. Do you push on your stomach to get the poop out?
No. I just need to eat an ice cream, and the poop and fart will came out of my body like a huge storm.

23. Do you ever massage your stomach to help a stomach ache or to help yourself poop?
No.

24. How do you feel about having someone poop with you, like to keep you company?
I wounld never let someone poop with me, the smell are terrible, and the sound of crackling and fart are also big, if someone hear, see or smell it, I will no longer be the campus belle of my high school.

25. How do you feel about someone talking you through constipation, a rough poop, diarrhea, etc.?
No problem. I've heard too many people talking about me, my boyfriend, and my looking.

26. After a long, hard poop, diarrhea, constipation, or even when you have the stomach flu/bug, would you enjoy a stomach massage?
I never had stomach massage, because I had stomach flu so many times, I
I never need a massage, If I had stomach massage after diarrhea, I think it will push out those watery stools left in my stomach. HAHAHAHA

27. Do your stomach aches continue even after you have pooped?
Yes. When I had stomach flu, I poop many times, maybe I will squat down again right after I stand up and flush.

28. How often do you get off the bowl, and then realize as you walk away from the bathroom that you weren't done? Has this ever happened to you more than twice in a row (for the same dump)?
Very often. Especially when I had diarrhea. This did happen five times in a row, for example, just finishing the diarrhea, flush toilet for 3 times and flush down the poop, just at the time I get in my pants and walk out of the toilet, I let out a loud, stinky wet fart, and spurt a big watery poop in to my pants, the poop was streaming down my leg, so I ran back squat down on the stool again.
1. Do you put paper on seat to poop in Public?
No.If it's not dirty.
2.Guys do you pee in a toilet that has not been flushed?
No. It was gross!!!
3. do you flush after peeing?
Yes of course.
4. females do you wipe your puss after peeing and pooping?
Yes. Especially after poop.
5. If a toilet dirty do you use?
I did if I was in a hurry. If I can hold it, I would not get in.
6. Do you pee outside?
Yes. I pee behind trees.
7. If you have to poop outside do up do it or go inside?
I will poop outside, because my poop will sometimes stinks the toilet or clogged it, I poop almost everywhere outdoors except in public places that somebody can see me. If I had diarrhea, I poop in trashcan, or I'll poop in bushes or swimming pool.

8. Do you use porta potties?
Yes. Or it's easy to shit my pants, but porta potties can't get rid of all those terrible gas I let out, so it's still stinky, but it can cover me, I use it one time in cinema, the people around me didn't know I'm pooping they think I'm just passing gas.

9 do you check your panties or/underpants after peeing/popping for spots?
I check it after pooping, because some of my wet fart will spurt some dirty thing on my pants.

10. have you ever used a handicapped toilet?
Yes. Once the girls bathroom 's stall door was all off, everyone in it poop with out cover, we can all see. But I'm having stomach flu, I can't wait, so I went in handicapped toilet that have doors to throw the dirty shits out of me.

11. have you ever used opposites toilet when young/
Yes. When girls toilet was out of order, the boys bathroom has no one in, but after I poop no one ever wents in that bathroom in the rest of the day, haha.


MARION

Wedding party

I remember 10 years ago I was at a wedding party.
The party was located in a nice restaurant. The restaurant had a big garden and an amazing area equipped with water play.
I remember that after ate a lot good dished I started to listen the familiar sense for the number started.
So I went to look for the toilet. I found a toilet block in the garden in a secluded area. I entered and i found a nice place, clean.
On one side the were the toilets and on the other side the mirrors area.
I entered in one of the stall, close the door and checked that the latch was working.
I raised my blue dark skirt and peel down my cipria sheer pantyhose and black g-string to middle thigh, as i use to do.
I placed my bottom on the toilet and with the elbows place on the knee i starting to do my thing.
I was taping a message on my mobile, when i notice a shadow just under the partition on the left side.
It was a young boy that was looking underneath. I couldn't get up, so I screamed go away.
The boy run away. I was feared, To restart my bowling movement keep ten minutes but at the end i was able to finish.

When i went out i saw a boy was hiding near some bushes, so making a large round I got him.
He was feared and was red in face and He excused saying that he was looking for his mum that she was wearing my same shoes.
I let him go away

it's not the first time that someone peep on me.
Have someone else had similar experience.
BYE BYE


F.D.

Being observed

This is not a story from my own life but from my grandmother. She was camping in the mountains with her sister. Even though they both are over 60 years old they are very sporty and still spend quite much time hiking in the mountains. One morning when her sister was hiding in the bushes to relieve herself (as my grandma says, she never say poop etc) she became aware of a man standing on a distance obviously observing her. She had finished her duty and pulled up when she saw him but she thought he possibly had been spying at her. When back at the tent she told my grandma of what she had experienced. My grandma therefore went to another spot when she had to go to toilet. She had been looking carefully around to be sure that nobody was nearby before pulling her shorts down. But when she was squatting she became aware of the same man spying also at her. As she was prepared she did not become afraid and she just finished her duty and went back to the tent. Afterwards they did not see the man anymore.She told that they both immediately was a bit embarrassed but after a short while they just could smile of the incident.


Macy

Walked in on my sister

Hey I'm back with a story from the other day. I was sitting on the couch playing on my phone when I had to get up and pee. I get up and walk to the bathroom, the door was partway closed. I wasn't really paying much attention as I was typing on my phone as I was walking. As I walk in my sister Ally,who's 12 was on the toilet. She kinda startled me when she says "I'm pooping" give me a couple minutes. I sit on the bathtub. Ally is leaving forward and I hear her turd crackling. She says "you interrupted me in the middle of a turd" we both laugh. A minute later it splashes loudly. "That' was a big one" and sighs. She lets a HUGE fart. More crackling and 2 more plops. Are you done I say cuz I gotta piss! She nods grabs some tp wipes and flushes. I quickly replace her sigh and let a long pee out.


biggalpooper

Barium enema and bad times

Long time reader, first time poster. I'm a woman in my mid 30's and plus size. I've always been a very very shameful shitter and will probably share more stories from over the years if there's interest but I wanted to share the time I had to have a barium enema!

Years of being a very shameful pooper (a lot due to a very religious and uptight household and school bullying when I was young and tried to do my business at school) and I guess it caught up to me. I started having various bowel and stomach issues. I was in college when I finally stayed so backed up and in so much pain that I was referred to a specialist who ordered a bunch of tests, including a barium enema.

The only prep I was given was two bottles of mag citrite (I think, this was years ago). Luckily I had my own private apartment by then and even though I peed out of my butt for hours and hours I still felt like I wasn't empty. I reported to the hospital for the procedure and the nurse said I had to have a clear enema before we did the barium.

So... I'm told to strip naked and put on a paper gown with no back. I climbed under the sheet until the nurse came (and at this point in the pre-op area, only a curtain is separating me from like 50 other people). The nurse comes back with a portable toilet and a big enema bag (the first time I'd ever seen one). I start sweating and shaking but she tries to reassure me as I'm asked to roll on my side and the sheet covering my bare behind is removed. She was very nice and I could tell she was trying to be gentle when she eased the enema tip into my rectum but I couldn't help but gasp and cry as she started to fill me with water. She says I have to take it all and hold it for at least 20 minutes or I have to do another one.

Like I'd said before, I was basically always backed up and as I filled up with water, I felt more and more full of shit or water or both. I started to cry and whimper as she removed the tube and I immediately got up to try to get to the commode, but the nurse held me down and instead held a thick towel against my anus as she talked me through the 20 minute "waiting period" which felt like a million years. By the time I was allowed to go, the paper gown was all torn as I had been writhing in pain. I plopped down on the commode only to realize that I was surrounded by people just on the other side of a thin curtain and the nurse wouldn't leave. I tried to just relax and let my body release with dignity.. but that didn't happen! After a minute or two my stomach contracted and a bunch of poop and water gushed out of me and I couldn't hold back a moan of pain and relief. I sat there and squirted water and poop out for probably 30 minutes, then was taken to x-ray.

The room was set up with the barium enema equipment. I was given a new paper gown and was attended to by 3 people instead of one. The baggie full of barium looked much larger than the regular enema I had just had. The xray tech and nurses tried to soothe me as I was settled onto the table. The nurse held up the enema tip, this one was MUCH larger with an inflatable bulb so it could hold in the barium while the xrays were taken. I would have to be moved around and not let the enema or air out no matter what. I saw another portable commode in the room as well. I wish they'd had a real bathroom with a door!!

So I'm on my side with my fat bare ass uncovered for the world to see. The nurse (a male one this time!) took his time lubing up both the tip and then used his fingers to lube my rectum, which was still sore from the previous enema. All the while he and his assistant were soothing and kind, but that couldn't make up for what was coming up.

The barium enema itself wasn't so bad, at first. Inserting the larger tip did hurt more and I cried a bit but after it was in it wasn't so bad. I felt them release the barium but I didn't have any cramps or anything. Then they inflated the tip and I gasped in shock and pain. the nurse comforted me, saying that they had to keep it all in and it would be over soon. I had to flip around so they could film in different positions and then the nurse said he had to fill me up with the rest of the barium.

Ok. So imagine your entire bowel is full of liquidy stuff except when they switch it up to puff some more air into you, with a big bulb in your anus to hold it all in. My already large stomach was fully distended and I was crying and moaning for them to stop, I needed to poop, please let me poop. But I had to endure the test. More moving around, which was so painful that I almost vomited, and then they finally said the test was over.

Almost as soon as they said "We're good, we're done", I jumped up and ran to sit on the commode, only I'd forgotten the tip was still in my ass. Both nurses rush over as I sit and grunt fruitlessly on the commode until they're able to calm me down enough to deflate and remove the tubing. Then they both stood there and watched me in my thin, torn up paper gown as I grasped the sides of the commode and pushed.

Nothing came out! My stomach was contracting and my whole body screaming to push as I begged the nurses to give me some privacy. They were nice enough to step outside but made sure I had a call button if I needed help.

As soon as those doors closed, I gave it everything I had! Spread my asscheeks, held on and grunted, strained, and cried as my whole body struggled to expel what was inside of me. I got a few good gushes of...whatever out of me but I was still in a lot of pain and nothing was coming out. I sat back and rubbed my stomach but nothing more would come out. It was like I was full of liquid but it was all stuck.

Finally I gave in a called for the nurses and they saw my tears and red face. "Stuck?" he asked, and I nodded. He remarked to his assistant that sometimes the barium can start to harden early and would need "manual assistance". I was in so much pain and had already been so embarrassed that I wasn't even upset when they asked me to bend forward for them to examine me. The male nurse lubed up while his assistant helped keep my cheeks spread and he said he could feel a blockage. The x-ray tech came in and said he saw a blockage but it was near the rectum now so I should try to pass it, as it was probably blocking a lot of the barium and making things worse.

Back to a recovery room we go, as I lay under a thin sheet in a torn paper gown, grasping my stomach and moaning. The male nurse and his assistant came and were actually able to get me into a small room with a real toilet!

And here's the fun part (not!). The assistant took my sheet and had me get on all fours on the bed while the male nurse got the lubricant out again. He explained what he was doing as he did it, but I was pretty out of it by then. He used two lubricated fingers to add as much lube to my rectum as he could, and then inserted three suppositories. This time I had to wait 30 minutes no matter how badly I needed to go. It wasn't any worse than usual at first, but the last ten minutes consisted of me crying and begging to use the toilet as they both held me down and tried to console me.

FINALLY, they let me up to sit on the toilet. In that moment there was nothing in the world besides me, my bowels, and sweet relief. I ran in without closing the door, in the paper gown I'd torn to shreds again (so I was basically naked), plopped down and immediately pushed, groaned, and strained. I spread my legs and leaned forward, rocked back and forth, and strained and grunted so loudly I couldn't believe it was me. I felt the huge blockage move towards my anus and couldn't help but cry out. The female assistant came in and rubbed more lube around my rectum as the male nurse had me lean forward as he firmly squeezed and rubbed my stomach. It was soooo painful and embarrassing but at the moment I just wanted to get this poop out of me. My whole body seemed focused on nothing but pushing out whatever was in my bowels. I pushed and cried for what felt like forever until I felt the huge log fall out of my rectum. The assistant remarked that there was white stuff on the large stool. They asked if I was done and I said "not even close, but could I have a few minutes?". They wouldn't leave the hospital room but they let me close the bathroom door.

Finally, with the huge blockage out of the way and a little privacy, I was able to (with some more tears, grunts, and moans) pass more poop before the rest of the white enema liquid came out. The farts that accompanied the barium as it came out were so loud but I was so exhausted by then that I couldn't do anything but sit doubled-over on the toilet, basically naked, knowing there were two people right outside that door listening to me grunting out huge amounts of farts and liquid. I had been told not to flush so they could see what I released but the toilet was getting full, so I called them in to ask if I could flush. They both seemed very surprised by how much I had passed, particularly the large blockage which the male nurse had said was one of the biggest he'd ever seen. I asked if I could flush because more was coming and after they made notes they flushed (I'm amazed it all went down) and I spent at least another hour on the toilet pushing out enema liquid and loud and painful farts. When I was done, I had to sit on the toilet awhile longer as I still had cramps like I needed to push hard and poop but I was empty... like dry heaves from the bowels. I was covered in sweat, shaking and crying.

I was eventually sent home with orders to give myself a fleet enema if I didn't have a bowel movement in two days, but I ended up not needing to. My specialist said that my bowels move very slowly and I am very susceptible to constipation and blockages, so I have to be careful and poop whenever I have the slightest need. I've had other painful and embarrassing instances before and after this but I'll leave those stories for another day.


Garrett

Toilet car

Long time lurker first time poster just thought I'd say that I love toilet car and car moms stories and would love to here more from them or anyone else that has peed/pooped in weird/naughty places you dont normally poop or pee.
You might see more of me I'm just trying to work up the courage to post the few stories I have
Thank you


Asperman

Pregnancy Bathroom Issues

Hello everyome, this is my first post on this site. I have been reading it for a while now and love it emmensly...

Anywaus, onto the topic at hand, I have seen a few posts about accident's pregnant women have had, both poop and pee and like them alot. I was wondering if anyone else has had times when they were pregbant and grew extremely desperate, resulting in either a wet, messy, or both kinds of accident.

If so, please share if possible, I would love to hear/read your stories.


Ronette

subway pees

I'm in the middle of a two week cheer/dance camp that is offered at one school at the opposite side of our city. I was so lucky to get accepted and I love what I'm learning and what it is positioning me for. It is really taxing on my body in several ways. First, I have to get up at 4 a.m. each morning when I usually have my crap and I head down to the first subway train that gets going at about 5 and over two hours I have to make two transfers to other trains. So I don't get to the school stadium where its held until just about 8. By then I've had at least one or sometimes two pees at one of the hubs of the subway. It must be the movement of the train, the way we are thrown forward, backwards and sideways on the really old tracks that agitates my need to pee. I run off the car and immediately head to the public bathroom.

Each has only three toilets. If I don't duck around so many of the others I can end up in the back of a line that might last for 10 or 15 minutes. That's not the worst of it. You won't believe how bad they are. The toilet panels are the grossest I've ever seen. Lots of profane words, genitalia, political postings about anarchy. The doors, many of them are bent and non latch, are only two feet high, so the user is easily seen as she sits. This morning I must have six or seven sets of eyes on me as I fought to get my 45 second pee going. You see, there's a inch or inch and a half gap between the door and the panel.
There is another thing so different. The toilet seat is the most uncomfortable one I have ever sat on. There's a spring on the seat that keeps the front of it up about a third of the way and when you sit your butt on it, it lowers to the top of the bowl. Unlike most public toilets I've used, the seat is only about half as wide as others so on each side, much of your thigh is in a very uncomfortable position. My mom says that is probably to keep people from hanging out there and causing other problems. Empty bottles left and drug evidence tells me she's right.

I normally don't wipe after a regular pee. That's good because the toilet paper, when available, is the pre-cut square tissues that are outright nasty for those with soft craps. We drink up to 9 or 10 water bottles a day at the camp so these bathrooms are unavoidable also on my trip home. Our instructor has rented about 10 or 12 portable toilets for us to use down on the field during our day. They are great compared to those subway toilets that I so hate using.


Michael W.

In The Hospitol (Part 2)

January 2017. A Month had passed and I forgot about the stalking. Almost like it didn't happen. I was having problems with insomnia, having trouble staying awake at work. I even fell asleep on the toilet for an hour at work. The next month came and I started to remember bits and pieces of the stalking. I started having nightmares. And then I was having flashbacks. I was looking over my shoulder every time I went out. March 2017. I had myself admitted to a psychiatric hospital. I was there for a week. The medication they gave me was making me constipated. The third day I was there I woke up at 5 in the morning and felt the urge to poop. I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I pushed and pushed and nothing. I tried different techniques. Massaging my belly, Grabbed hold the railing and strained and grunted, wrapped both arms around my stomach, took off my jeans and boxers and sat backwards on the toilet, put my feet up on the seat to put myself in squatting position, then I took off my T-shirt and socks, got completely naked, took a bunch of paper towels, put them on the floor and squatted. I pushed and strained so hard. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Then I got dizzy. Everything I tried didn't work. I gave up, put my clothes back on and went back bed. I had been in the bathroom for an hour. I got up at 8 o'clock. I looked in the nightstand drawer and found a copy of the Bible inside. I flipped through the pages to find my favorite story and then I used my therapy activity sheet to use as a bookmark. I closed the book, got out of bed and left the room. I got my routine morning check up with a really cute nurse named Natasha. She was skinny, has long black hair tied back in a pony tail, blue eyes, and she wore a pink scrub uniform, black socks, and white clogs, but they were off right by her feet. "I hope you don't mind if I have my shoes off" she said. I said "I don't care I always have my shoes off." She asked me a bunch of questions like how was I feeling and when was the last time I had a bowel movement. I told her two days ago and that I tried earlier in the morning and had problems. She said "Oh no that's not good." I said "It sucks being constipated bcz I enjoy pooping." She laughed and said "I enjoy pooping too, I'll give you something to help you go and if you have any problems please let me know." They gave me frozen prune juice which was as thick as a 7-Eleven slurpee. I told them I wanted two of them just in case. We had breakfast, group therapy, watched a movie. When the movie was over I had finished my second cup of frozen prune juice. After lunch time I felt the prune juice beginning to work. My stomach was doing somersaults and I was gassy. Me and the patients played card games like Uno, 21, Rummy, Bullshit, and War and the doctors and nurses had '90s pop music playing on the TV. When we were done playing War it was 4 in the afternoon I got up and said "I have to poop." Natasha and the patients laughed but I didn't care. I went to my room, grabbed the Holy Bible and went into the bathroom. I pulled down my jeans and boxers to my ankles and sat on the toilet, relaxed and started to read. I read about 'The Tower of Babel' which is one of my favorite stories from the Old Testament. I felt a soft and creamy turd slide out of my ass. I farted. Then another one slid out. I leaned forward, cupped my chin with my right hand and the Bible was in my left hand on my lap. While I was sitting there pooping and farting away I felt like I was in Heaven. And then mushy poop started pouring out of my ass right along with loud Pfffrrrt! Pfffrrtt! Pffrrrt! Farts. My poop was very smelly and so were my farts and the bathroom was pretty stinky. And then my poop ended with little spurts. And then nothing. I remained seated for another minute or so but my stomach felt like there was nothing else to release out of me. I closed the Bible and placed it on the floor and then I started to wipe my butt with toilet paper. My butt was really messy and sticky. It took like 10 wipes to get my butt completely clean. I pulled my jeans and boxers back up to my waist and stood up. And the toilet flushed itself. I washed my hands at the sink and then I picked up the bible and left the bathroom. I put the bible back on the nightstand. I checked the clock and noticed I'd been in the bathroom for a half an hour. On my way out of my room Natasha (the cute nurse) was standing outside the door in her socks. It made me excited. "Hey Michael, I just came to see if you're doing okay" she said. "I pooped! YES!!!" I cheered. Natasha smiled and said "That's good, I'm happy for you. Do you feel better?" And I said "I feel much better. Thanks!" Me and Natasha walked back to the Activity room. On our way there she said "I can't wait till the end of my shift, I have to go myself." And I said "When you do go I hope it comes out okay." Natasha laughed and "Thank you." And then I joined the other patients for another group activity. It was the most satisfying dump I had ever taken. And it was kind of fun. And that's my story. I'm sorry that it was so long. I'll share another story later. Till then Happy Pooping Everyone.


Saturday, August 03, 2019


Anna from Austria
Question to the Ladies. Did you ever found a bathroom with no toilet paper around at all in the whole bathroom?


I had such unfortunate experience yesterday. In the past I had some cases were I was careless and did not check my stall properly if there was paper left not. Luckily the other stalls counted paper and I could ask some other ladies in the bathroom to give them to me.

Yesterday i had to some Overtime at my Office, and before going home, I needed to use the bathroom for my Number 2. was quite urgent So I did not check if the stall has some paper left or not. I just looked the door, pulled down my pants and panties and sat on the toilet. Then I did a loud fart and my poo startet the hit the water was a loud plash. I peed a bit too and then I felt empty. So I decided to wait. But no paper left.

As it was really late in the evening I decided to just flush and rushed to the next toilet stalls with my pants down. Due to the late time the Chance was slim, that somebody would enter the restroom. But I noticed that the other stalls were empty too. Even the napkins at sinks for drying the Hands were out!!!

I was horrified because juding from the Looks of poo, my butt must be really dirty, so just going home without proper cleaning was out of the Question.

Then I heard that somebody was Opening the bathroom door. I I managed to enter a random stall just in time not to be seen with my pants down by the Person entering the stall.

It was one of the female cleaning stuff. She asked if anybody is there and I said yes and told her that I Need some more time and toilet paper.

She gave it to me and said she is waiting outside. I started cleaning and as expected I needed lots of toilet paper to clean myself.

I flushed down the paper twice, washed my Hands and left.

I was really lucky whithout sudden appearence of the cleaning Lady I would have soild my panties quite substentialy.

Did you Ladies ever had a similar experience?

greetings

from Austria

Anna


Juliette from France

the school beauty poop

Hi! I'm Juliette from France, this is the first time I post here. I'm 19 this year, blonde hair and blue eyes, very thin, B cup, and many of my ex-boyfriend says my butt was beautiful.But on the last contest of school beauty.I 'm second. Jenny became the first. she is prettier than me, long brown hair and green eyes .C cup.Like a model, but I hate her, because her boyfriend was the most handsome boy in the whole school.
One day, I am having an appointment with my boyfriend, just then, I feel a huge load of shit is near my backdoor, so I went to the nearest toilet immediately.
I saw Jenny in the toilet too, she is grabbing a bunch of paper and seems in a hurry, I promise I heared something strange when she running past me, she is farting really quiet!It's quiet but very stinky. Seems like she's going to have #2. She went to the last stall, and I went to the stall next to her.I squat down and started peeing, Jenny is also peeing next to me. Then I hear a singe giant fart, and a lot of stinky wet fart from Jenny's stall, she sigh, and then I heared a lot of shit spalash in water. I let out a noisy fart and start pushing my turd, the first one was big, I pushed it for five minutes, and finally, it splash into the water. In this five minutes, Jenny keep pushing one after another shit, with a lots of fart. I 've count it, she push out 37 piece of shit in five minutes! 14 of them seems big.Somegirls said that she was constipated, it seems like it was real.After pushing out the huge turd, many of watery stools get out of my asshole quickly, it's semi-diarrhea, my stomach also hurts badly, I feels like something is still in me, so I keep pushing, another pile of loose stool spurt out of my ass, at last, I was empty. Jenny was still pushing her shit out her ass, suddenly, I heared Jenny gave a cry of pain and spurt something out, but she didn't aim, so seems like those gross things split on the wall, I flush the toilet for three times and walk out of my stall, the bathroom was getting really really smelly now. 3 girls went in, they all covered their nose, one of them cry:who is pooping here, her shit smells terrible. But it seems like Jenny counldn't control her shit anymore, she let out a bunch of noisy wet fart, and with a lump of watery stools flying away from her ass. She had diarrhea for 15 minutes. And she came out of the stall with pale eyes, all of the girls laugh, they can't believe beautiful women such as Jenny poop like this. Jenny didn't flush, just go right away. I get in and look in her stall, every thing was messy, there are a lot of watery stools on the wall, still downstream. the air in the stall was a disaster, the latrine pit was full of a pile and a pile of stinky shit, on the top, there is also many watery stools, beside this stinky mess, there are also a lot of loose stool flowing. After that, I finally knew that it was because of some girl that was jealous of her beauty put some laxative in her water.


Kamdyn

Two Shitters, One Toilet

My parents house has just one toilet. So on busy days we try to vary our schedules, if you know what I mean. Summers are different, however, because my activities are all over the place and there's not the daily routine. I often stay up to 3 or 4 a.m. and then sleep through much of the day. And that's what caused the problem yesterday. So yesterday afternoon at 1 I was asleep on the sofa, ignoring rings from the phone over and over again when I finally answered. Mom was pissed. She had been waiting for me to pick her up at the airport and she was just around the corner in a Uber and seemed to be getting more pissed with each word. My bad! I told her I was sorry, but I knew there was going to be trouble in a minute when she got to the door.

All this had more than startled my bowels. They were more than knocking, but I wanted to wait and apologize to mom. I was thinking had my last shit been two days ago when I filled up my gas tank? Or a day before that at the mall? Or the night before that when Austin took me to this great concert? I just knew there was about to be an accident in my gray sweats. Mom came running up the stairs, slid her luggage against the wall, and ran to the bathroom. She used her usual line for her constipation, "I"m going to burst my F-ing anus!" That usually means she's going to use a suppository. Mom let me watch her do it when I was about 12. It grossed me out. And it took about 30 minutes, maybe more.

I can get nauseated when I hold in a shit. I start to sweat badly, too. I had to think fast as I ran out of the house in my bare feet hurting them on the irregular concrete as I hurried over to Austin's house. Then I remembered he was on his way to band camp. I saw the gas station down on the corner as my next best place. I tried to avoid stepping in a couple of puddles of oil in the parking lot where I also had to dodge a tire truck that was being unloaded. I like the toilets being on the outside of the station and I always feel embarrassed when some male clerk tries to f*** with me. I still remember back when I was like 10 this old guy, when I asked for the key, asked "What if I told you it was broken?" I peed my shorts right in front of him, started crying and ran off. Mom grounded me for three days because I was not suppose to use public bathrooms like those when off on my bike.

My bare feet were starting to hurt worse as I turned the knob for the womens door. Locked! In desperation, I grabbed for the mens door. It smelled like there were dead animals in there, the light switch didn't work, but I latched the door. Luckily I didn't have to undo a belt or suspenders like a couple of days before. What had been turtleheading immediately started splashing into the water or urine below me because I didn't get a chance to flush it first. And I suspected the seat was badly soiled just based on the 2 or 3 inches of it I could see between my legs. My bare feet were sticking to the floor as my multi-day shit continued. The last piece seemed as large as a cantaloupe and it only came out after 2 or 3 minutes of intense pushing. I had to catch my breath after that. I felt around the walls on both sides of me and couldn't find toilet paper.

Luckily my undies were kind of old. I raised my feet off the sticky floor and pulled them off. I stood from the sticky seat and used them for as much wiping as they could take. Then I tossed them onto the overloaded trashcan in the corner. Mom was still in the bathroom when I got back home. I had 3 or 4 cuts on my feet and this incomplete feeling about what was not cleaned between my legs. As I expected, she took a bath and when she went into her bedroom to unpack, I gave myself the same treat. As I lingered in the tub, I found it interesting that after seven years of having bathroom emergencies, at least I wasn't going to get grounded for this one.


Juliette from France

survey

TOILET / General

- Where are you most comfortable using the bathroom? (home, work, public....)
Usually at school, but when I had messy poop,I will do it at home, sometimes I will also poop outdoors too.

- Do you wait to find a good bathroom, or typically use the first one you come across?
If I was in a hurry, I use the first one, I hate crowed toilet, because my poop was noisy and smelly.

- How do you 'position' yourself & your pants etc when you sit?
When I pee, I prefer sitting. When I poo, I usually squat, when I was alone using the bathroom, I'm usually naked, It's comfortable.

- does the time of the month affect going to the bathroom, pee/ poop wise?
Yes. Sometimes I pee a lot.
- do you use a lot of of toilet paper?
If I had diarrhea.

PEE / #1, etc

- How often do you pee?
5-7 times a day. I drink a lot of water.

- What color / shade is it?
Clear, sometimes yellow.

- Do you pee a lot in one go?
If I haven't peed in a while or when I drank a lot of water.

- does your pee make any noise?
Not too much noise.

- Do you enjoy peeing?
When there is a lot of them.

FART

- How often do you fart?
VERY VERY OFTEN. I usually fart once a MINUTE

- What type of farts do you do? (silent, loud, wet, dry, smelly,
etc....)
Usually wet, loudly and smelly.

- What's your favorite fart to let out?
Loud, wet and stinky farts.

- Are you shy about doing them?
I'm shy for doing in public, because my fart was stinky enough to kill somebody else

- How would you react (in your head, and how you behave) if someone farted around you?
People have farted around me and if it was a friend, I laughed and so did they.

- Do you fart on the toilet? If yes, do tell!
Of course£¡I fart really smelly and stinky once when I poop, I almost never stop farting while I poop or having diarrhea, I fart when I pee too.

- Do you enjoy farting? If yes, what about it?
No. The smell of my fart is horrible,

- Do they smell?
Yes. It smells kind of like rotten egg. One time, my stomach is gassy, so I went in the toilet and fart like a storm, nobody went in that toilet that day since I fart in it.

POOP, #2, etc..

- How often do you poop?
7-12 times a day.

- What foods etc make you poop more than usual, or change your dumps?
Ceareal, and fast food, my stomach is weak, many things makes me diarrhea, although I like fast food, but I'm still thin.

- do you eat certain things knowing you'll have to poop sooner than usual, or that change your dumps?
Sometimes.

- What types of poop comes out? (chunks, logs, pebbles, semi-solid, rock-hard / bumpy, mushy or loose...)
First I have soft solid logs, and then I have semi-solid, sometimes when I eat something wrong, watery stools came out like a tornado

- What's your favorite poop to do?
Solid and soft. Those slide right out of me. The watery stools are too smelly.

- What size are they?
About 6-8 inches.

- Does a lot come out?
Yes. A LOT! I will clogged the toilet by my poop almost once a week.

- When you poop do you require effort?
Not at all. No one would like to get near me when I was taking a dump-Does your poop smell?
Yes, after I poop.You wouldn't wanna go in the bathroom for a good while. When my shit was messy, the smell will be way more horrible than this.

- What's a sign that you have to poop? (farting, full stomach, grumbling, pressure in your anus...)
The pressure of stomach. When I had diarrhea, the sigh is stomchache and not stop farting.

- What time of you day you usually poop?
When I wake, before I go to school. after lunch, after exercising(I usually have diarrhea), before afternoon, after school, before sleep, at midnight. I poop in these time every day, it never change.I have a lot of shit, I don't know why I have to poop so much time.

- Is there any noise when you poop? (such as farting, your load crackling out, plops, moaning / grunting...)
Usually farting, I never stop farting while I poop. also many crackling and plops, there will be grunting when I had diarrhea, one of my boyfriend broke up with me because of he heared the sound when I poop.

- Do you enjoy pooping?
When I was alone at hom, Yes. When I was at school, no, because I don't want an audience to hear my terrible number two.


Canada Poop

Icy and diapers

Hi Icy if that is what you want and your ok with that then I don;t see why not I do myself at times on trips and stuff and in bed


Abbie

Latest news

Hi everyone, sorry its been a while since my last post, I've been really busy and just haven't managed to find the time!
Imogen- great post about your outdoor poo, it sounded like you had a good time. I've had quite a few experiences with going for a poo outside myself, I've always been keen on camping and long walks in the countryside meaning that outside toilet stops are pretty much a necessity! Also back when I was in Year 9/ 10 I would sometimes end up being desperate to have a poo on the way home from school, luckily I walked through a small copse and I would just go off the path behind some trees. I must admit I did feel a bit exposed squatting there with my skirt up, knickers down and a poo hanging out of my bum, the footpath was quite busy and I was always worried that someone would see me, but luckily no-one ever did! To be honest even if they had it would have been better than pooing my knickers!! Unfortunately the girls loos at my school were absolutely disgusting so I would only ever use them for a wee (and only then if I was really bursting!), the problem was I would always get the urge for a poo at around 10am meaning it was a long time to wait and I would often end up with dirty knickers by the time I got home. Fortunately some of the loos were refurbished at the end of Year 10 so I was able to start going for a poo at school again, although I've suffered with frequent bouts of constipation ever since which I think was caused by holding in my poo at school.
Anyway, I've got a story about going to the loo outside too, a few days ago Lucy, Katie and I decided to take advantage of all the nice weather we've been having and so we went for a picnic in the country. Katie drove us out of town a few miles and then we walked another couple of miles into the middle of nowhere before putting down a blanket and getting out the food. We had our meal and then laid back in the sun feeling drowsy, I think I might have fallen asleep if I wasn't getting more and more desperate for the toilet. I knew I needed a wee but I wasn't completely sure if I wanted a poo or just had to fart! I sat up and said to the others, "I need the loo, I'm gonna go over there!" and pointed to some trees close by. "Actually I could do with going too!" said Lucy, and Katie said, "Yeah, and me!!" We decided the picnic stuff would be safe so we all went off towards the trees. As we were on our way Lucy said, "Do you need a poo or is it just a wee?" and Katie said, "I just need a wee, I had a big poo earlier on so I won't need to go for a while, I was on the loo for ages trying to push it out!"
"Well, I'm desperate for a poo," said Lucy, "Only I think I'm gonna struggle too, I haven't been for like 3 days!!"
"I think I want both too, its either that or I just need to fart, I'm not completely sure!" I said. By now we had got to the trees and made our way into a small clearing, I said, "I'm just gonna go here, it seems pretty private!" and with that I pulled down my blue shorts and white knickers and squatted, releasing a strong wee stream. When Lucy and Katie dropped their shorts I noticed they were both wearing white knickers as well, they quickly pulled them down and squatted and soon they were both weeing heavily too. As Katies stream died away she reached into her bag, took out a tissue and wiped and then pulled up her knickers and shorts, she then went to sit against a tree and waited for me and Lucy to be done. As Lucys stream died away I looked across at her and could see she was bearing down, a few seconds later I'd finished my wee and I started to push too, I did a loud fart but then realised I definitely needed a poo as I could feel it moving down and starting to poke out. Lucy was starting to grunt and go red in the face, she said, "Sorry, like I said its been a few days since I last had a poo, I think I'm a bit constipated!"
"Don't worry," I panted as I strained harder myself, "I think I'm gonna struggle too if I'm honest, I'm constipated too!"
After a few more minutes of straining Lucy shook her head and said, "I don't think I'm gonna manage to go just yet!" I wasn't getting anywhere either so I said, "Yeah, I know what you mean, I think I'll have another try when we get back home!" Lucy started to pull her knickers up but she paused and said, "Actually Katie, can I have a tissue to put in my knickers? I'm worried it might start to poke out on the way home and then I'll get skidmarks!" Katie handed her a tissue which Lucy placed carefully in her knickers, as she pulled them up Katie said, "Would you like one too Abs?" I nodded and took one as well, putting it in my knickers before pulling them back up and then my shorts. We walked back to the car as quickly as we could and set off, we were about 5 minutes from home when I had a really tight feeling in my belly and I felt my poo trying to poke out, I made a face and clutched my belly. "Are you OK?" asked Lucy. "Yeah, I'm just getting really desperate now, its trying to poke out of my bum!" I replied. "Its just as well we put those tissues in our knickers earlier!!" Lucy said. "Well it will definitely be a bonus not to get skidmarks, I always seem to be wearing white knickers when I've got a poo poking out and its a real pain getting them clean!" I said. When we got home we rushed up to my ensuite and I said, "Do you mind if I go first only I'm really bursting?" "No, thats fine, I think I can wait a bit longer," Lucy replied. I quickly dropped my shorts and knickers and sat on the loo, I started to have a wee but as I'd been quite recently it was a weak stream that didn't last long. I took a deep breath and started to bear down, after pushing for as long as I could I released my breath with a loud grunt and then started to push again. After a few minutes of straining I could feel the tip of a massive fat log sticking out of my bum and I knew I'd gone really red in the face. "Sorry about this," I panted, as I had a rest for a moment, "It keeps going back up my bum when I stop pushing!" "Don't worry," Lucy said, "Last time I had a poo I had exactly the same problem!" I started to push again and couldn't help grunting loudly. After a while I had managed to push a bit more of the log out, but it was really fat and I realised it had got stuck. "This is really frustrating, now I've pushed more of it out its got really fat and I can't get it to move at all!" I said. "Try holding your bum cheeks apart" Lucy suggested, "Thats what I usually do when it gets stuck like that." I reached round and pulled my bum cheeks apart, pushing my knees together and pushing as hard as I could. "Is it working?" Lucy asked and I nodded, by now I was feeling really hot and bothered. Suddenly there was a huge splash as my log dropped and I moaned with relief. I then pushed a few more logs out but they were a lot easier to pass. After I was done I took some toilet paper and wiped my bum, before pulling up my knickers and shorts and flushing. I went and sat on the floor by the door next to Katie. Lucy stood up and pulled down her shorts and knickers, her belly tensed as she bore down. After a few hard pushes and loud grunts it was clear that Lucy was struggling too. "I've got the same problem as you just had," she panted, "I can get the tip to come out but it goes back in when I stop pushing." She started to strain again and grimaced after another few pushes. "Are you OK?" I asked, and she said, "Yeah, I've got more of it out now but theres a really hard knobbly bit coming through, its hurting my bum!!" "Too much information!!" said Katie, and Lucy said, "Well, you did ask!" Just as I had done, Lucy reached round and pulled her bum cheeks apart and then eventually I heard a splash as she got the log to drop. She finished with a couple more pieces which came out a lot easier, then wiped her bum and pulled her knickers and shorts back up. I hope you enjoyed this story, I will try to post again soon, bye for now!


Does anyone here watch the new HBO series Euphoria? Recently it portrayed the Zendaya character (Rue) who was so depressed she would hold her pee for too long due to not wanting to get up and go to the bathroom. Eventually, she was shown writhing on the floor in agony as the voiceover explained that her full bladder was sending urine back up to her kidneys, risking kidney infection. Has anyone here ever experienced something like this from holding it too long? Also, if anyone saw the scene in question, did it seem like maybe she wet herself while she was on the floor? Or possibly in her bed? The sheets were being changed in the next scene but that could've been unrelated. I thought it was all a little vague.


Thursday, August 03, 2019


Michael W.

Birthday Party

Hi everyone. It's my day off and I'd like to share another story. Here it goes. It was back in March of 1998. I was 9 years old and in 4th Grade. My dad, my older bro, and me had gone to my cousin Stephen's birthday party. He had turned 6 years old. After we watched him open up his birthday presents and had cake and ice cream, me and Stephen were in the basement playing. And out of the blue he said "I have to poop." I said "OK." Then he said " Can you come with me? I want someone to keep me company." And I said "OK." My Uncle Tom and Aunt Diane's old house had two bathrooms. One on the 2nd floor and one in the master bedroom. We went upstairs to the master bedroom and into the bathroom and closed the door. Then he pulled down his pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. When 5 minutes had passed he dropped a couple of logs and then he farted like two or three times. We both laughed. "I think you're going to explode" I joked. He said "Me too, I think I'm gonna be here for a while." Then I asked him "Do you want me to get you anything?" He said "Yeah can you bring me a couple of my books?" I said "Sure, what books do you like to read?" Then he said "I like Dr. Suess." I told him that I'd be right back and I went upstairs to his room and grabbed 3 Dr. Suess books, they were 'The Cat In The Hat,' 'ABC's,' and 'Green Eggs And Ham.' Then I went downstairs back to the master bedroom and bathroom and I gave him his books. I sat on the floor cross legged. While he looked at his books we just talked about school, our classmates, the teachers, cartoons, movies, and what not. It was starting to smell in that bathroom with all the farting he was doing. Lol. When 20-30 minutes had passed he said he was done. Then he wiped with toilet paper and then flushed the toilet. And then I said "Now I have to poop." Stephen said that he'd stay in the bathroom with me to keep me company which I didn't mind. I pulled down my blue jeans and underwear and sat on the toilet. Stephen asked me if I wanted to read one of his books. At that age I was a bit old for Dr. Suess books. I found a magazine on the lid of the tank and started looking through it. We talked some more. I was also farting and stinking up the bathroom just like he was with the logs that I'd been dropping. I also had to push some of my poop out and it was soft and creamy. Another 20-30 minutes had passed and I was done. I wiped my butt with toilet paper, pulled my jeans and underwear back up, stood up and flushed the toilet. I did leave some skid marks in the bowl. I put the magazine back on the tank and me and Stephen washed our hands. We had spent an hour in there. Me and my cousin had stunk up that bathroom. After we brought the Dr. Suess books backup to his room we went back to the basement to play some more. On the way home from the birthday party I told my dad about it. Lol. Anyways, that's my story. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll share another one later and Happy Pooping Everyone.


Was just walking in the park with my husband and dog when we walked past this big group of kids doing a summer camp. Most of them were under the picnic table area, but a few were on the play set. That is except for one boy, probably let about 10 or 11. He was behind a tree, that is the tree was between him and the rest of the group of 40 or so kids and the counselors, but he was facing us. My husband whispered, he's taking a dump. I did a double take, he was bent over in half, not even squatting; and the poop was just falling out of him. So weird! We could tell he was with the group because they all were wearing yellow shirts. I'm not sure if he snuck away because he was caught short; or the counselors told him to do that. There were public bathrooms less than 100 yards away. The worst part it he just left it there! At least he avoided an accident.


Taylor T

Quick Story

Yesterday I was with my friends seeing Toy Story 4 at the movies. My mom picked me up at 11 when the movie finished and we went home. When we got home my mom went to bed and I made myself something to eat and ate for about 15 minutes. I went into the living room and turned on the TV, as I was watching I started to feel my stomach rumble so I went to the bathroom down the hall. I locked the door, went over to the toilet and pushed my sweatpants and underwear down to my ankles and sat down and quietly farted. It was very quiet since the TV was turned down and since my mom was asleep. I took out my phone and my butt started opening up with a turd slowly emerging. Half of it broke off and splashed in the toilet, the rest of it started emerging quietly and splashed in getting water on my butt. Another turd slowly opened up my bum and began to slide out slowly and splashed in the toilet. I let out a massive fart and another turd started emerging from my bum and splashed in again. At this point my butthole was so tender but it felt so good to get all that out since it had been about 3 days since I pooped.

I have a few more stories I plan on posting in a couple days so stay tuned!!


Icy

Considering diapers

...so yeah. I'm curious what you think because yesterday I was sitting my my computer chair late at night. Pjs on, gaming away. I got an urge to poop and decided to hold it. Which isn't Normally a problem. Then about five minutes later I felt a cramp hit me and... well I just started pooping my pants again... it was pretty soft solid stuff too! So I sat there for about a minute pushing it out as it filled my pants. But this feeling isn't new to me. If anything I'm used to it... it feels great at times. But still, I had to waddle upstairs with this huge weight crammed snuggly in my underwear as it smooshed around. It got me thinking. If I have lots of accidents, and if peeing and pooping in my pants feels sort of nice, should I invest in some diapers? That way when I do end up filling my pants again soon I'll be prepared? It doesn't seem to be medical but maybe I should just poop my pants on purpose if it's gonna happen anyway.


Ellison

Comment: Terrible Father story

I agree that the father was terribly wrong, walking away from his 4 or 5-year-old daughter on a toilet in the mens room without teaching her to close the door and having her latch it. She's exposed to all the guys walking by or waiting for the toilet to be vacated while dad's relieving himself nearby. That was clearly bad judgment, especially since there was a door and she wasn't taught or required to use it for privacy.

I wrote about how my father handled that type of situation more than 25 years ago. It's on page 2758 of this site. I'm so lucky to have him and his sensibilities. However, the biggest adjustment I had to make back then and even now, since I'm more aware of it, is the increasing amount of school and public toilets without privacy doors. I get some of the rationale--the misuse, abuse, and criminal activity in the bathrooms and today especially the vaping and smoking in school toilets.

My question is at this time of the year as some schools are preparing to open up for the new year, what--if anything--are parents doing to acclimate their child to school bathrooms, their responsibilities for keeping them clean as possible, and why they should notify their teacher or custodian when something needs to be reported? Are parents forcing the student to practice bathroom use in front of them before the child starts their first day of school?

So here's a survey that's short and interesting:

Name: Ellison

1. What preparation do you remember your parents doing with you about bathroom use before your first day of school?

There was a parent/student orientation one evening before classes began. We got there a few minutes early and mom took me into the bathroom for practice time. She was surprised to find there were no privacy doors on the regular toilets; only on the handicapped one. She told me to pull off toilet paper and quickly wipe off the seat. Since she had done that in other places away from home, I understood it but rarely did it. When I did a Number 2 she suggested a minimum of 3 wipes. She suggested and had me practice on using my foot to flush with. That made sense and I continue to do it to this day. In washing my hands, she taught me the finger-interlock method with lots of soap and suds. She didn't like the blowing driers but showed me how to move my hands closely under them.

2. Did you feel free to discuss your bathroom habits and experiences with them as you got older? Why or why not?

When shopping or using parks and other public toilets, mom would bring the subject up and reinforce things. It seems like I was 7 or 8 before I completely got the hang of and confidence in using the various types of door latches correctly. Until I achieved that, I would have the door thrown open on me and on a couple of occasions, I was cussed at. Now I'm finding more toilets without privacy doors.


Tuesday, July 30, 2019


shay

to ash G

Yea my sweeties are done with school and out working now so i dont see or hear much of their poos anymore. My oldest could really load down the toilet! Glad to see your back! Hopefully with more stories about your sweeties. I got to run
Lots of love
Shay


Anon

Found a natural urinal

We were out in the woods, I stepped behind a big tree to take a leak--and found a hollow in it. Nothing had made a nest down there so I took aim.


Imogen

Reply to Taylor and another story

Hi Taylor, glad I'm not the only one!

Actually I have a story about something from today which was inspired by one of your stories a little while ago, I remember you saying about going for a poo outside "just because".

Well I decided that when I had the chance I'd go for a relaxing poo outside. This morning I woke up and felt a reasonable urge to poo. Like, if I was going out the house I should definitely go first. So I decided it was a good chance to go for one outside!

I got up and put on a green dress and chose some nice knickers, navy blue with white polka dots and white lace round the side. As I left the house it was early morning and I could definitely feel a need for a poo, and quite a desperate need for a wee as well. I headed for the local park and went across the field towards the woods. I really wanted to be able to relax without worrying about being found, so when I entered the woods I went inside, following the path, then going off in the bushes to one side until I reached an area where I was confident I wouldn't be disturbed.

Now one of the reasons for wearing this dress was that it has pockets, and I pulled out a pack of tissues I'd brought. I then squatted down with my knickers at my knees, bunched my dress up, and relaxed as I let a long wee out. It fizzled down onto the ground and flowed away from me.

I stayed squatting and after a couple of minutes I felt my poo slowly moving down, I then farted and felt it start to open my bum. I could feel it slowly pushing my bum open to a certain point, then stopping, so I started to push myself and slowly but surely it edged out. It was quite hard and on one time I pushed, a bit of wee came out as well. The poo was hanging out which felt odd and then broke off onto the ground. Right after, another piece slid out quite easily, followed by a third small one.

I stayed for another minute or so but nothing more was coming, so I wiped with the tissue and pulled my knickers back up.

So all in all it was a great feeling and good way to start the day, so Taylor thanks for putting the idea in my mind!

Imogen.


Niklas

The kayaking girls

About ten years ago I went kayaking with my friend in the archipelago, sadly he forgot the tent we were supposed to stay in so instead of camping each night on a different island, we found a really nice place on the first night were we stayed the trip. There were a few other people staying at the same place. You slept in bunk beds and there was a common area with a nice fresh kitchen and bathrooms. Both men and women shared the bathroom so I thought that could be interesting, and it was, but not in the way I though. I noticed a pair of girls in about our age that seemed to be twins or at least sisters, there were there with two older ladies, perhaps their mother and a friend of heirs? We went to the sauna the first night and had some beers and had a great time. We woke up around 9 and went down to make some breakfast, afterwards I felt the need to visit the bathroom. Unfortunately one of the two girls were already there in front of the mirror. She said "godmorning" without looking at me. I would have liked to postpone my trip but it felt stupid to turn in the door, so I went in to one of the stall and locked the door. I thought if I could just stall for a bit, she'd probably be done and leave. I held back successfully but she certainly took her time. I looked at my phone, it had been almost five minutes, she must be wondering what I'm doing at this point. I got a bit stressed, but it started to get a bit ridiculous - So what if I pooped so a stranger could here, it was a bathroom after all! So I closed my eyes and relaxed instead, but now the urge was almost gone. I could feel something and wanted to go before I went kayaking if possible as it quite cumbersome to get out of it. Stangely enough she was still in the bathroom, now brushing her hair judging by the sound. Suddenly I felt something move really fast back there and piece quickly exited my rear. It wasn't very hard, but just so unexpected that I let out a moan just as it plopped way too loudly into the water. A slow bubbly fart finalized the humilation and I felt my face blush. The girl outside giggled a bit but didn't say anything. Another bubbly fart exited and then it was quiet. I stayed a bit in hopes of her finally leaving, but no. After I while I had to suck it up so I flushed and exited. She was leaning forward towards the big mirror and smiled quickly at me through it. I looked down and leaved.

We then had a great day on the seas, a bit rough but it was fun and the weather good. While eating dinner I saw the company with the four woman eating dinner as well. Afterwards we were sitting in some couched in the common area, when my friend invited them to play a tabletop game. They were very friendly and indeed they were twins and the older ones were their mother with a friend. They told us they went out really early to get the calm waters, and then they went out again in the evening sometimes when the waters are completely calm again but avoid 10-15 or so. Just the time when we were out. After I while they took a break to take some supplements or vitamins or whatever. And then the twin that had heard me in the bathroom said to her mother "Perhaps Niklas wants a <some supplement I've never heard off>". I'd never heard about that but didn't like to be talked about in third person in my presence. "Oh, are you a bit constipated" she asked me? This was a bit unexpected for someone I just met the same day. I immediately replied "no!". My friend thought this whole thine was amusing and just smiled. Then the twin said "I'm sure you're not" but in a mocking strained voice, and the other twin giggled hysterically. I was quitte embarassed and couldn't find any words. My friend encouraged me "Just accept it! It sounds healthy". I thought it was the best way out of this situation, so I accepted. We had a great eveningand played another round of table top game and just overall a fun and cozy evening with talk and laugther.
The next morning I woke up early with a urgent need to visit the common bathroom. I thought I'd be alone as it was so early, but nope. The other twin and the friend was their in front of the mirror! They greeted me and I went into one of the stalls. I had wished for some more privacy, but what can you do. I couldn't relax at first as I was very unused to poop when someone could hear me. After a few minutes the first twin sister that had heard me the day before came in to the bathroom and said "godmorning" to the two others and went in to the stall next to me and started tinkeling. Now my body felt it was a good time to empty my bowels. I felt it coming and then it just all poured out of me. It was over very quickly, just a big swoosh. It was very loud both and bubbly and forcefully landed in the bowl underneath me. It felt very good. I flushed and exited. The other twin standing in front of the mirror said "nice", I just smiled sheepely in reply. The other twin came out of her stall as I was washing my hands. She said "nice, huh?". It just felt really weird, I didn't know what to say so I just said "yeah" and smiled again. I quickly left. The following days we talked hanged out every evening with this company and had a great time. I've never seen them since.


Saw a terrible father once

I remember an odd experience from when I was a teenager. I was at a pretty crowded beach, in the men's restroom at the sinks washing my face (terrible acne) when a dad came in with a daughter I guess was 4-5.

So he's taking her into a stall and moves her in front of him and starts helping her get seated. He didn't close the door because I guess there wasn't enough room. I made a point to stare down at the sink and avoid the mirror in case I saw anything, since the stall was to my left behind me and viewable in the mirror. The guy says something to the effect "I'll check up on you in a minute." And when I finally look up again, the guys going into a different stall, presumably to do his own thing.

But he LEFT THE DOOR OPEN on the stall he'd seated his daughter in. I got embarrassed and left the restroom when I caught a glimpse. Thinking about it now, it was a really stupid thing for him to do. Any boys or adult men could've walked in and seen her. I have no idea what his thought process was, but it couldn't have been justified.


Tlana

Breaking the home school pattern

My newest child care customer is a really young mother, whose like 25, going through a divorce and she's working 2 1/2 jobs to just afford the apartment across the street from our house. There are 3 children. Faith is 8, Betha is 7 and her son Kellan is 6. She had been home schooling them prior to the move, but now in 2 weeks they are going to be going to public school for the first time. They, especially Kellan, need a lot of practice in sharing a bathroom with others when they are away from home.

So last week I took them to an amusement park. Admission and rides were 1/2 price and I wanted the three of them to have a good time. We were going to stay about 8 hours but the rides, concessions and bathrooms were very crowded and these three just don't have any decent experience in using such facilities. Oh and it didn't help that by mid afternoon I had continuing diarrhea from downing too much soda probably too fast.

I had no choice but drag the three of them into the bathroom with me while I tried desperately to avoid having an accident in my brand new designer shorts that had been a birthday present from my grandma. The bathroom was huge and I had them join hands as I pulled them into the room of multiple toilets on two sides and a mass of people waiting in between the rows. A lady came hurrying out of a stall and I immediately barged through the door, and I threw myself onto the toilet while the flush was still going and while I had to lean forward and work doubly hard at latching the door. Then the first of about 5 blasts came out of me. I yelled out to Faith to watch her brother and sister. The problem was she didn't answer me because she was on another toilet next to her sister and Kellan, who has the worst manners and almost no attention span, was on his own.

As I sat and started my long wiping task that I knew would be challenging, I heard a huge slam of a door close by with a gruff voice shout at the top of her lungs "Get out NOW!" and some other words I didn't catch. I hoped it wasn't Kellan, but it was. She apparently had not secured the door lock, and by putting all of his weight against it, Kellan had thrown it open on her. Her knee and leg was hit pretty hard and he just stood there looking at her, laughing and said she was ugly. So when I got presentable and got out there, Kellan had ducked into another toilet and additional users pointed him out to me. Then he latched the door so I couldn't come in. I was on my knees reaching to pull him out when a security guard came. She used this piece of metal to get the door open and took the four of us to the security office where she ran a check of my drivers license and student ID card and gave me a warning about my childcare failures.

I wasn't about to upset her more by telling her about my many successes in child care, more than 10 years of experience, and how several families more than paid for my first year of college. She called the kids' mom at work and said we were on probation for the rest of the season. Of course, Kellan and his sisters fought among themselves for much of the rest of the time. I had to make 3 additional stops for my diarrhea and each time I had to take the 3 of them into the stall with me. We were really packed in tight and that caused Kellan to grab, punch and wrestle with his sisters so much that he halfway fell onto my lap. That caused me to immediately decide that I didn't want these kids again.


Kermit

almost poop accident

Ennas Story reminded me of an accident I almost had some weeks ago. Looking back it is almost due to the fact that we simply ignore our body warnings. We should keep in mind that being desperate for pee or poop is unhealthy for our bodies and makes us unconcentrated. And I think no one likes to get ill or hurt by desparation that we could have prevented.

On to my story: I woke up a little late that morning. No big deal but I had to take another train etc. When leaving my home I started to want a poo. Instead of just letting the stations pass I hoped that the train would hurry up so I would get to work quickly. If I had given in to my bodys signs I would had to have another train but without desperation.

I had to take a bus that arrived ten minutes to late so it ran against me. When I finally arrived at work I decided to pack away my stuff, open the windows and that stuff. But my body was fed up from me waiting to long and a strong cramp made me rush the last twenty meters to the toilet.

My poo was a soft one and quite a load.


SoggyAngel

Intro and Comments for Ashleigh

Hi guys,
Long time lurker here - I've been reading this site since around 2010 and have only now really got the courage to post.
I'm a girl in my 20s, from the UK, around 6ft with browny hair and I have partial urge incontinence and IBS (either constapated or urgent soft surve poops).
I wear Always Super Night pull-ups all the time to deal with my pee problems and they come in handy for the times my IBS are giving me serious poop issues.
I've got a story, but first to Ashleigh about Ava.
Ashley: I feel sorry for you as you're stuck in a hard place, and sorry for Ava too, as I am sure she's not doing it totally on purpose. She seems to just wait too long and then can't hold it. She doesn't seem to mind either though, which suggests that she may like it in a way - probabily the attention and care from you and your Mum when she's had an accident.
The goodnites will probabily actually be useful - She may keep on pooping herself but it will be easier for you, your Mum, and her to deal with and clean up after an accident. She may actually want to be in the goodnites as a comfort thing and it may help her get to a toilet on time. Perhaps try the Always products with her - the Always Boutique are really good pants if she doesn't need much absorbancy and they are good for poopy accidents too. the Always Super Night that I wear are great allrounders but a little thicker (like goodnites thickness). Both these are pretty much invisible under clothes (even leggings) and smell super nice too! :)
This may just be a phase for her too - Her body is changing, her emotions are changing, what makes her feel good will be changing too, and all of these things just means she is developing. Get her to clean herself up after an accident, use baby wipes (they honestly are great for this) and if need by, use kitchen paper towel to scrape the poo off first before wiping (kitchen towel doesn't break up like toilet roll/tissue does, so sometimes it works better - Don't flush it though, put it in a nappy/diaper bag with the used Goodnite/Always pant for the bin/trash; you don't want blocked plumbing too!).
Please let us know how things go on with her and how you are doing too. Sending lots of love to you guys.
Anyway, my story - It's been super hot in the UK over the past weeks, and more so over the past few days. This means I've been drinking a lot more which has had two problems for me:
1. My bladder has been filling up super fast and urges are worse;
2. My poops are super soft at the moment due to the extra water and from eating out at restaurants/pubs a lot too with this nice warm weather.
So, firstly, my family don't know I wear, and I still live at home, but it's not normally a problem. I only use 2-3 pull-ups a day, so I just save them, bag them up, and through them out when my family are out every few days.
The other day I was having a smoke sitting out at the back of our house. I was wearing my short pajamas, an Always Super Night, and suncream! lol
I was reading blog posts and watching youtube videos with a cup of tea and some water, and well, several cigarettes, when all of a sudden I felt my bladder squeeze and a flood of pee fill my pull-ups. It soaked the crotch and front, as well as my bottom and tickled my thies. I was half way through a cigarette so couldn't do anything apart from sit there and finish it before assessing the damage. Always products do a great job, but just not with floods. Constant leaking, small frequent dribbles, little gushes, are all fine, but not super floods like that one.
I was worried but couldn't do anything about it. I had to fart and thinking nothing of it, I did - Only, not a fart; not a fart at all!
A rush of semi-solid poop, almost like soft serve ice-cream pushed past my cheeks and surged into my pull-up; filling the crotch and front instantly (because I was sitting down on a hard chair).
I knew I was in serious trouble and quickly finished my cigarette. I felt between my legs and my pajamas were soaked. I gently lifted my bottom off of the chair and felt - Soaking pajamas again. I looked down and nearly died - The front and crotch of my light blue pajamas were soaking wet and a brown stain was starting to show near the legs. I was just going to get up when my Mum opened out back door for a chat. I quickly put my phone (in a waterproof case) down on my lap, along with my water bottle, and lit another cigarette to cover the serious stink that was filtering out of my ruined pull-ups. As I shifted into position, I felt the poo squishing between my legs, squishing further up my public mound to my lower stomach, and pressing against my little girl parts.
My Mum chatted for about five minutes before going back in to tidy up in the utility room. I had one more cigarette to calm down, a big drink of water, and waited for my Mum to get settled tidying. I then took a chance - Left everything apart from my phone on the table outside, jumped up and squished my way to the door. I opened it and crept inside past the utility room where I could here my Mum tidyign up. As I was heading up stairs I shouted to her I was just taking a shower and she seemed to buy it.
I grabbed some nappy bags and a bigger rubbish bag and dived into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I just jumped in the shower in my pajamas and pull-up. I stripped off my pajamas and say a totally brown stained pull-up sagging bytween my legs. Poo had squished out of the leg bands between my legs and had come nearly out of the top at the front. The back was pretty poo free, apart from around my ass hole, but soaked with pee never the less.
I had to bag the pull-up clean off my little girl parts and bum and my pajamas. I just said I'd jumped in clothed by accident after starting the shower - No biggy, I've done this many a time before now growing up.
I had to sneek the dirty pull-up out to the bin later that night as it stank so much. That's never happened, in such a bad/scary way for me before, with my Mum so close, and I hope it never does again. I've no idea how it happened, or what I ate to have that happen, so I can't watch out for it again, but I guess that's just the problem of living with IBS sometimes! :)
I've come to feel comfortable with my pull-ups now - They make me feel safe and comfortable, especially when out and about, but I have no idea how I'd ever tell my Family about this without feeling so embarassed/belittled.
Anyway, until next time guys, stay safe and much love,
SoggyAngel


Sunday, July 28, 2019


Robert

pooping in the field

Comment to Mina. Some years back I stayed with a Chinese farmer family for some months. Toilet was behind the barn where we pooped and peed in a trench in the ground. From time to time the wife took the content from the trench and mixed it with soil and used it as fertilizer out in the field. If we had to go to toilet when working in the field (some of their land was quite a distance from their home) we just went a bit away from the others pulled down and squatted and pooped on the ground. When finishing the duty one just took a stick and stirred around to mix the turds with soil. Nobody seemed to bother even though everyone was aware of what was going on! Quite a difference to me coming from a culture where such things are done behind locked doors. When coming back home I told my parents about it. My mother, who grew up on a farm, then told that as a child she was used to go to toilet in the field when working away from the farm houses. Not only the children did so, even the adults.


Siford

Last day of school bathroom needs?

Last month on the last day of classes me and my friend Miles were at our usual table in study hall with absolutely nothing to do. Our proctor, as usual, was reading the sports page, and there was a steady stream of students, especially girls, signing out and taking the bathroom pass which is a foot long piece of wood with a laminated list of "rules" attached to it. So for like 90 minutes me and Miles, who I've known since grade school, were trying to determine whether each girl leaving was going to a) pee or b) crap or c) both.

So while Miles and I were talking, our friend since kindergarten Sassy, who is one of the smartest in our grade and who sometimes takes a college course late in the afternoon, came up behind us, listened to some of our conversation and then jumped in with a 4th option. She said she knows of two girls who were caught by a vice principal seated and pleasuring themselves.

Most intriguing, however, was Sassy's characteristics to look for in those crapping: immediately flushing the toilet when entering the stall, selecting a bathroom/toilet further away from others, firmly sitting and immediately locking the stall door, excusing herself from a table immediately after eating, saying all of a sudden she has to go the bathroom (especially with disgust in her voice).

Is Sassy right-on with all of these otherwise, which are the most valid?

Thanks, Siford.


My older sister who is 24 is developmentally disabled and needs help doing a lot of things. When we go to the doctors they want a pee sample from her so me and my mom have to help her with that.

One time, we were in the doctors office and they requested a pee sample. We got into the bathroom (me, her and my mom). We were actually about to go swimming afterward, so she was wearing her bathing suit under her clothes so it was easy to slip off her shorts and t shirt and then take off her one piece bathing suit. She sat straddling the toilet as usual when we have to take urine samples, but she said she didn't have to pee. But we hoped she'd have to pee by the time we washed her between the legs and got the cup ready.

It's pretty much a team effort getting the sample. Me and my mom take turns, but one of us holds her privates open (we have to part her labia so we can thoroughly clean her to prevent contamination) and the other cleans her privates and holds the cup (but her privates must stay open the whole time because if her labia aren't parted it would be contaminated). Not a fun job, and my sister definitely hates having to do this and is embarrassed and doesn't like being wiped and having to be seen peeing but she does it because she knows it's necessary.

We both knelt down in front of the toilet and I was the one this time to clean her and hold the cup under her. So my mom parted her labia, I wiped her thoroughly with the wet wipe they gave us, and held the cup under her and waited for her to pee.

We sat there for a few minutes just waiting. I knew she was trying but it just wouldn't come. She got frustrated and leaned back.

Me and my mom made shhhhhhh sounds to make it sound like water was running and it took a while but eventually I looked and she was peeing! We praised her as she peed and after she was done we wiped her and my mom let go of her and I took the cup and put the lid on it and put it in the steel door thing they have at the doctors for pee samples. Then a deafening fart echoed around the room and we all laughed. She unexpectedly dropped a few turds. My mom wiped her bottom and we got her dressed again.

Another bathroom moment we had with her was at home. Me, my aunt, my sister and my mom were at home and my sis was in the bathroom. When she uses the bathroom she always keeps the door open so she doesn't feel like she's alone. I walked past her and waved and went downstairs to get some water for myself. All of a sudden I hear her crying. Me, my mom and my aunt all rushed into the bathroom to see what was wrong.

"What's wrong sweetie?" My mom asked.

"My stinky won't come out" she said. She calls poop her stinky by the way.

My mom rubbed her back and my aunt said soothing words. I sat on the bathtub edge which was right across from the toilet.

"Puuuusssshhhhhhhhhhh!" we all said. We said that a bunch of different times. "That a girl, that's it, just like that. You're doing great! Just keep pushing. You're almost there! Come on, you can do this!" And I held her hand.

But it looked like the poop wouldn't budge (I was sitting across from her so I was basically eye level with her bottom parts, and she had her legs open, so I could see clearly what she was doing and her progress.

We all kept checking to see how far along she was. She pushed for several minutes until we decided to let her try other positions by getting off the toilet and onto the floor.

We put a towel on the floor and helped her off the toilet and she got on all fours and kept her legs apart. We sat behind her to help and the poop was about an inch out at that point. I held her butt cheeks open and she pushed hard and my aunt and mom were cheering her on. Unfortunately we had to manually remove it but after that she kept dropping turds and she was doing such a good job! My mom wiped her when she was done and we got rid of the towel and dumped her poops into the toilet. We have a lot of stories about her, lol!


Taylor

Reply to Imogen

Something similar happened to me a couple of years ago! I had been sick and was on all sorts of medicine which meant I wasn't exactly myself. I needed to pee badly so I climbed out of bed, stumbled to the bathroom and just sat down. I had a huge wee through my knickers and only realised when I went to wipe!


Enna

Cutting it too Close

So I have had a few accidents and close calls in my adult life, and a good portion of them come from this game I sometimes play with myself. When I'm alone, I sometimes like to push my body to its limit to see how long I can hold it. Sometimes that gets me in a little bit of trouble!

This weekend, I was on a 12-hour solo road trip. I went out for breakfast with a friend early in the morning and had a heavy meal of biscuits and gravy. So good! Anyway, the first half hour into my trip I could feel it starting to churn in my stomach. I didn't want to pull over already, so I decided to play a game with myself. I wanted to see how long I could hold my poop. Then I began to wonder if I could even try to hold it for the remainder of the drive. I figured if worse came to worst and I had an accident, at least I was by myself.

About 90 minutes into the drive, I still felt the need to poop but I was also really feeling the 2 glasses of ice water I'd had with breakfast. I figured if I stopped to pee I could still hold in my poop. But I wanted to make myself just a little more desperate before stopping to pee. So, I waited about another hour. At this point I was in the middle of nowhere with no rest areas in sight. I passed a sign for a gas station, but it didn't look like one that I'd feel comfortable stopping at alone, so I reluctantly drove past the exit for that. I had to shift my weight and stuff my hand into my crotch, which temporarily took off some of the pressure, but after about 30 seconds I'd have to switch positions again. About ten minutes later, I was shaking my non-driving leg, and wondering if maybe I'd played this one out a little too far. I was in trouble here. Things down there almost felt numb I had to go so bad. I kept squeezing and typed service stations into the gps on my phone. I saw that there was one 4 miles ahead, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as luck would have it, traffic slowed down for construction.

At this point I eyed the almost empty water bottle sitting next to me and thought about just going in that, but I didn't know if it would overflow or how hard it would be to facilitate that while driving, so I discounted that option (I do, however, have a different story about that from later this same day if anyone wants to hear it).

Traffic plugged along slowly but surely and after spending about 20 minutes going 2 miles, it cleared. That was when I realized my gps was telling me to take the exit for another highway, so I ended up turning off and missing the gas station ahead. I swore to myself. I checked my phone again and the next truck stop was 9 miles ahead, so about 9 minutes away.

I kept repeating out loud to myself 9 minutes 9 minutes 9 minutes. I really didn't think I could make it. My bladder was twinging, and the dam was threatening to break loose. I seriously thought I was about to just burst and pee would be everywhere. I felt a dribble escape into my underwear. I clamped shut. When I felt like it was safe again, I lifted my butt to change positions, and a spurt jetted out soaking the crotch of my panties and dribbling down toward my butt. I sat down hard.I was wearing black workout pants, and when I reached down I could feel a slight wetness in my crotch. I had about 7 more minutes. A little more pee escaped during that time, but finally I pulled off at the exit for the truck stop. I had to wait on a red light, bouncing and shifting the whole time. Finally, I was able to turn left. I hit a small bump where the pavement was uneven, and sprung another leak. This time I felt the warmth spread between my thighs and wet the seat a little. When I pulled into the parking lot, there were no spaces right up close to the gas station, so when I parked I hesitated for a moment because I was afraid I would get out and start full on peeing myself in front of everyone. I had to try to make it though. I opened the car door, pressed my knees together and swung my legs out. When I stood up, I peed a little more in my pants. This time I felt it run down the inside of my leg. I took a second to inspect my pants. My butt and crotch were soaked, as well as the inside of my thighs. You could kind of see a sheen where I was wet, but since my pants were black it wasn't super obvious that I had wet myself. Still I had to walk across the parking lot and into the gas station and the whole way I felt like everyone knew I had had an accident. I didn't get any weird looks, though. I hustled into the women's restroom at the back of the store.

When I got in, there was one stall open and I rushed into it, slamming the door behind me. I crossed my legs while I hung my purse and keys on the door and set my phone down. That was when my body finally gave in. I started peeing full force into my pants, even with my legs crossed. I uncrossed them, turned around, ripped my pants down while peeing them, and hovered over the toilet to finish. I still peed for a good minute. Somehow all of my pee made it into my pants or the toilet - there was no puddle on the floor.

When I finished I tried to soak as much of the obvious wetness out of my pants as I could with toilet paper. Then I pulled my cold, soaked pants up, tried not to make eye contact with a mother and her daughter while washing my hands, and left.

I got to my car, filled up my gas tank, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I was soaked and smelled of pee, I was alone again. I went to plug my phone in for the gps, but almost died right there when I realized I had left my phone in the bathroom and I now had to go BACK in with soaking wet pants to retrieve it.

Luckily, the lady who used the stall after me returned my phone to the counter so I was able to get it back but I'm not sure if people noticed my accident or not. I couldn't believe after all that I had to go back in!

I didn't poop through all of this, but On my next stop at a rest area, I chickened out of holding it and just went in the bathroom. Maybe next time I'll go for poop holding, but I think I decided wetting my pants in public was enough for one day!


Thursday, July 25, 2019


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