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Candace

Brandy's Survey

I'm a long time lurker and I've posted here in the past under different names. I'm a short, young trans woman. I pass as female to the point where you would only know I'm trans if I told you I'm trans. While I'm sure it would be interesting to have stories from before and after transitioning/comments on differences between the way men and women use public toilets, I avoided public restrooms before I transitioned, so I can only really comment on women's restrooms. I think I can count on one hand the amount of times I used a public toilet before transitioning. Anyway, I figure I'll answer Brandy's survey. I'll probably have stories in the future.


Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?

Knee level, although if I'm at home ankle or completely naked

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?

I place my left hand on my left thigh and I usually have my phone in my right hand lol

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?

I pee after I poop. It's usually my body's "I'm done" signal

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?

It depends on what I've eaten but farting is normal when I'm pooping. Sometimes they're loud and audible and sometimes they're quiet hisses

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?

Seated 100% of the time

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?

It depends on what I've eaten but I don't really have a regular poop schedule. For as long as I can remember, I would go only once in a 3 or 4 day period but I recently switched the type of hormone replacement therapy I do and I'm pooping roughly once a day now. I probably pee between 5 and 10 times a day

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet

After sex my ex and I would go to the shower and we would both pee before we got in the shower. He peed in front of me with no issues and I peed in front of him with no issues. I've never pooped or farted in front of a significant other and I don't plan on it haha


Jess

Brandy's survey

Hi everyone!
Just thought I'd reply to Brandy's survey. Here goes:

1. When just doing a wee I'll have my pants at knee level but when going number 2, I prefer to have them around my ankles. However, when I'm in a public toilet I'll just go to my knees because I'm worried about the dirty floor or people seeing my underwear underneath the partition.

2. I place my hands in my lap for peeing but tend to rest my elbows on my knees and have my hands resting on my chin while doing a number two.

3. If I'm only really needing a number 2, then I'll only pee after my movement. If I'm busting for a wee and the urge to poo comes on, then the wee will come out first. Sometimes however, I'll strike it lucky and both will come out at the same time which always feels amazing! I always find that I pee after doing a number 2 regardless.

4. I don't really fart much during pooping. If so, they're more airy than loud and booming. I'm much more likely to let out a louder fart when I'm only doing a wee.

5. I always wipe while seated

6. I generally poop once a day or occasionally every second day and pee anywhere between 4 and 6 times a day.

7. No, I don't feel comfortable with my husband watching me on the toilet, especially when pooping I guess because I've never been exposed to that growing up. Also, I still get embarrassed at the thought of going number 2 around him even though he knows I do it obviously. I just feel more comfortable doing that in private. I have sat on the loo and peed while he's in the bath, but I feel less self conscious about that. I hear so many stories on here about uninhibited couples, and I admire them, but I'm not yet at that point. I guess everyone feels differently in their own bodies.

I hope that answers the questions ok. I'll have another story soon.
Take care,
Jess :)


Rose Y
I've seen a lot of surveys recently, and I thought I'd try making one myself! I'll fill out a bunch of the current ones soon

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you so much for filling this out!


Simmee

Snowball to crotch

Last week we had the first major snowstorm of the year. We got out of school for it so I picked up two babysitting customers. Nicholas, who is 8 is a handful. He's spiteful and when it comes to disciplining himself it really sucks. I also had Maddie, a real sweat 5 year-old who doesn't like being around Nicholas, but on a snow day emergency her mom doesn't have any other choices because she's expected to report to work.

So the three of us were at the park. Although I told Maddie to go into the bathroom before we left her apartment to walk over to the park, I guess she got distracted or something. I had Nicholas in there with me and had to stop him twice from verbally insulting Maddie.

I needed to crap and knew better, but with the conflict between those two I just wanted to grab the sleds and get them busy with the activity at the park. So when we got there, my crap was knocking and then some. I gave Nicholas a sled, showed him to the hill and told him Maddie and I were going into the bathroom building. He said he hoped it was closed so we would have an accident in our pants. I so wanted to kick the shit out of him, but that would have got me fired and I owed some friends payback of money I had borrowed. So much for a real great idea, though.

So we trudged in our snowsuits to the ladies bathroom hut. We went in and it was plenty cold. We could see each other's breath. One large toilet, black seat with some holes and scars in it, and a bowl with the water partially iced over. I took off my coat, handed it to Maddie, and told her as I was pulling my jeans down that I would warm the seat up for her. Little did I know the seat was ice and then some. I reseated my butt several times, finally with me sitting partially on the top of my jeans and undees, with only my tail bone now freezing from the seat. I pushed hard and there was some crackling from my butt, something that cause Maddie to laugh a bit.

All of a sudden Nicholas came running into the doorway, called out "B####!" and threw a hard snowball at me. He was so accurate. It hit hard right below my belly button and broke up over my crotch. It hurt bad and I started to cry, jumping up to go after him, but he ran out laughing. Maddie was terrorized by it and starting to cry bad. There were a couple of pieces of crap that dropped on the floor and another was still partially hanging on. I swore a few times at him, which I know I shouldn't have done, and sat back down to finish off my crap and see how much mess had gotten on my underwear.

I told Maddie to stay in there. Luckily there was a second roll of toilet paper mounted to the block wall. As I sat on the cold seat that didn't seem as cold now I looked at several large blotches of crap in my undees. With Maddie crying and needing to get onto the toilet for her pee, I stood, walked out of my dirty underwear, and pulled up and buttoned my jeans. There was a 3-inch long streak of crap on the inside of them, but nothing was as bad as I imagined it would be.

I asked Maddie if the seat was warmer now and she said it was. The stool was high for her and her feet were swinging a couple of inches off the floor as I heard her pee hit the partial ice in the bowl. She continued to be concerned about me and my anger, even though I was trying to compose myself. When we got back outside a few minutes later, Nicholas was sledding with another group of boys and I guess that calmed him down. An hour or so later we walked up a large hill and crossed a highway to a convenience store and gas station. Both me and Maddie peed there and joked about how the cold made us pee more. Nicholas just kept to himself. I haven't seen his mother since then because I dropped him off at his dad's apartment. He thinks his son can do no wrong.


Catherine

Interesting

Hi friends at (or on) the Toilet(stool)!!!

I really feel odd when it seems that I am one of the few women who, when going for a poop, that my bowels move before peeing. Someone shared that if the urge to go is pretty strong, then the poop happens first. So, when do you know that it's time to have a bowel movement and that you need to get to the toilet?

I don't go until I can feel a huge mass in my rectum waiting to come out. But what is the signal for you that you need to go? Are your urges strong or not as strong as you would like? Do you have to push or does it just come out? I'm really interested in what you all have to say!

Love and thanks for your time with this question!

Catherine!


Victoria B.

Cool bathroom signs

Hey!

I was at a bar in my neighborhood last weekend when I saw an interesting pair of signs on the bathroom door. They both had naked torsos but one showed a wine glass held in front of what was presumably a vulva and the other one had a beer bottle in front of a penis. I thought they were kinda neat; certainly more interesting to look at than the same signs that are in a billion other places.

Anybody else see unusual or unique signs on the doors of public bathrooms recently?

Love,
Victoria!


Candace

Conversation about staying clean

A few months ago a few friends of mine and I somehow started talking about cleaning after pooping. When I said that I take a shower immediately after I poop, my friends thought that was weird. One friend of mine thought it was disgusting that I take a shower immediately after I poop (I guess he thought that poop would flow down my leg or something when I'm in the shower, but that doesn't happen because I wipe and then get in the shower).

When I was little I started taking showers immediately after I pooped because I felt like paper was too time consuming and that it didn't do a good enough job, and I guess I've kind of stuck with that mentality. I would say 90% of the time I poop I take a shower immediately afterward now. Is that weird? Imo it isn't much different than using a bidet, and bidets are used all over the world. I always feel clean afterward. The only time I can't shower after I poop is when I have to poop in public, but I would say that I poop in public only a couple of times a year.

Another reason I started to shower immediately after I poop is because I'm poop shy and when I was little I would use the shower to mask the sounds of pooping from my family. Now that I've moved out, I use the shower to mask the sound of pooping from my roommate.

Am I the only person out there who showers immediately after she poops? Is it weird? Do you guys find it gross that I do that like my friend thought it was gross? I think it's cleaner than to just go about your day after trusting paper to clean your butt.


Jessica T.

Kathleen

Hi! I've been reading here for awhile and saw your post. I have 2 daughters myself (13 and 12) and it sounds like they literally could be twins!!! Kaitlyn, my oldest is 5'4 125 and Kayla is 5'2 and 110. We've always been very open about our bowel habits. I poop usually once a day in the morning...the girls always go after supper and Kaitlyn sometimes goes in the morning but she says "it doesn't all come out because she doesn't have time" Haha! Both girls have been known to clog the toilet because they have large poops. They take pride in it too!

I have plenty of ongoing stories about ourselves along with their friends and cousins if you'd like to hear sometime.....bye for now!

Jess T


Nika

the survey

So, this is a survey for pooping and urinating on the street.

1. Age and Gender? I am a woman, 35 years old.
2. Have you ever urinated in the street? Yes.
3. Have you ever shat on the street? Yes.
4. If you wrote on the street, where did you do it and under what circumstances? During walks in the forest, during trips by car.
5. Same as question 4, but for poop? During walks in the forest, during trips by car.
6. How long did it take you to pee/poop? 1-2 minutes.
7. What did you use as a toilet? Or were you squatting? I just squat down.
8. What did you wipe yourself with? Did not wipe
9. Will you ever do it again? This is happening to me.
10. Did you like it? Yes. I like the toilet outside.
11. Has anyone ever gone to pee with you? Yes.
12. Has anyone ever gone outside with you to poop? Yes.
13. How long did it take them to leave? 1-2 minutes
14. What did they use as a toilet? If they were sitting on their haunches? We sit down on his haunches.
15. What did they use to wipe with? Sometimes with leaves, sometimes with napkins, sometimes without wiping.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Kathleen great story.

To: Mina as always another great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Crystal

Diarrhea at the beach

Hi I am crystal I am a 15 year old girl I am 5"7 I weigh 120 and I am told I have a cute butt and pretty face with brown hair that reaches my shoulders

I discovered this site a while back after trying to see if anybody else has had this happened to them and after reading a lot of the stories I wanted to add my own

This happened during summer of last year me and family decided to head to the public pool I was wearing this super cute pink bikini I already had on after we left the house as we were leaving we decided to stop by McDonald's breakfast and order food so we could eat on the way to the pool it was a 2 hour drive

By the time we got to the pool my stomach was hurting and I knew the first place I needed to visit was the ladies room and not to mention I also needed to pee that pesky orange juice went through me after getting our stuff and setting it down I told my parents I was heading to the bathroom

As I make my way to the ladies restroom I quickly clench my butt and cross my legs I notice there are three sinks to my left and two stalls to my right I quickly notice the first one is occupied with a girl with her red bottoms at her ankles and she is peeing loudly I quickly go into my stall and pull down my bottoms to my ankles and sit giving a sigh of relief as my pee stream starts and I start pooping liquid poop clutching my stomach blushing madly as the girl next to me can definitely hear me going

The next thing I know the girl gets up only needing to pee or maybe not wanting to hear and smell my diarrhea because it stunk but I kept going for 30 minutes luckily nobody entered the bathroom as I was just pooping liquid diarrhea for a while and wiping took me several wipes


Sunday, January 26, 2020


The question has come up about off subject posts. While there are many natural bodily functions, most are outside the scope of this forum. The discussion is for everyone. Everyone has a butt hole, everyone has a pee hole. They're unidirectional and various solids, liquids, gasses and plasmas either come out or don't That's what we do here. Once a post is 40% off subject by volume, it goes.


Kathleen
Hi all. It's been a while since I last posted, but I just wanted to check in and let you all know things are still going well with me and my girls. Right now they're both growing like weeds. At their last checkup, Julie was 5' 2" tall and weighed 110 pounds; and Lynne was 5' 5" tall and weighed 115 pounds.

Lynne still usually poops just once a day, but she seems to be spending less time on the toilet now than she used to, although I think that's largely due to her not sitting on the toilet playing on her phone as much, instead just doing her business and leaving. She almost always flushes in the middle of pooping and very rarely clogs the toilet.

Julie usually poops twice a day and her poops seem to be getting quite big. She doesn't flush in the middle but flushes twice or occasionally even three times when she finishes. She also frequently has to use the plunger, even after two flushes.

A few days ago I was about to get in the shower when Julie came in to poop. She finished up fairly quickly, didn't flush, and left behind a moderate stench. Once I got out of the shower, I lifted the toilet lid to see what she'd produced. I saw three long logs coiling up, each one probably at least 10 inches long. I flushed and then realized I needed the plunger.

I also overheard Lynne and Julie talking about a poop Lynne had done that day at school, after gym class. Apparently she'd felt the urge while changing and deposited a single massive turd that filled most of the toilet bowl. She knew there was no way it would flush so she just left it for the janitor to take care of. Later on in the day, rumors had spread about a huge dump "some girl" had taken in the gym toilet. Nobody knew who had done it though, and I doubt anyone would have believed it was Lynne, since she's fairly petite.

I also see a few surveys going around that I'll answer for me and for my girls to the best of my knowledge.

"1. When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?"

I pull down to my ankles unless I'm in a public bathroom and I can tell the floor is filthy. The girls seem to do the same.

"2. When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?"

I rest my hands in my lap, but I'm not really sure what the girls do.

"3. Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?"

It depends. Sometimes I'll complete my pee before even starting to poop, other times I do both at the same time. The only time I pee after pooping is if I finish pooping and then have to pee a bit more. From what I can tell the girls almost always pee before starting to poop.

"4. Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?"

I don't fart much during my poop, although I usually start off with a few before pooping. These farts are typically quiet hissing ones. Julie doesn't really fart much while pooping either, but Lynne definitely does and they're loud booming ones.

"5. Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?"

I wipe while sitting down, as do the girls.

"6. How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?"

I poop once a day, Julie poops twice a day, and Lynne also poops once a day. We all typically pee about 5-7 times per day.

"7. Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet?"

No, although I guess I'd be open to it. As far as I know, neither of my girls aren't dating anyone right now, so I guess the answer for them would be "N/A"

And now another survey:

"1) Do you poop and/or pee regularly more at work than at home?"

I go to the bathroom wherever and whenever I feel the need to go, as do the girls. Most of the time that ends up being at home (technically work for me too I guess since I work from home) or the girls at school.

"2) Under what conditions, if any, do you try to hold it?"

I try not to hold in either my pee or poop, except to find a bathroom to go. The girls are the same.

"3) Are ass-gasket seat papers available? If yes, do you use them?"

I'm not sure To be honest I never paid much attention as covering the seat isn't something that's important to me. And my girls don't care either.

"4) How often does straddle pissing go on? Why do you think it is done?"

I always sit down to pee, but I can tell that other women don't always. I can tell because there's pee on the seat. If that happens, I just wipe down the seat and sit like normal.

"5) Are the seats usually OK for you to sit on when you need to?"

Yes.

"6) Do you know of anyone who has an unusual attitude toward using public toilets?"

No.

"7) What has been done to, if anything, accommodate these people?"

N/A

"8) When waiting for your turn on a toilet have you ever been critical of the person vacating it and the condition being left for you?"

Not out loud, although I do sometimes begrudge other women for hover-peeing and then leaving the seat wet. It's just gross! And frankly, kinda lazy - how hard is it to clean up after yourself?


Clara

Surveys

There are much surveys. Hi I'm Clara and find this page fascinating. I answered all three surveys on the front page.
Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route? Mostly to my ankle

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip? On my lap

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo? Mostly I pee before. It is only the other way round when I need strongly to poo

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses? Yes normal

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe? At home half half, public always stand

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee? Poop varies very much. It ranges from every second day to two times a day. I pee 5 to 7 times a day

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet? -

Age and Sex female
2. Have you ever peed outside? yes
3. Have you ever pooped outside? yes
4. If you have peed outside, where did you do it and what were the circumstances for doing so? Behind a bush, behind a tree, behind a car, in my garden, in the woods,
5. Same as question 4 but for pooping. In my garden, in the woods, behind a bush
6. How long did it take you to pee/poop? Pee 1 minute, poop mostly 4-10 minutes
7. What did you use as a toilet? Or did you squat? Mostly squat, for pee I sometimes sit on the gras. For poop squat, but also sitting on a wall and a wood board
8. What did you use to wipe with? Tissues or leaves
9. Would you ever do it again? yes
10. Did you enjoy yourself? Kind of
11. Has anyone ever gone pee outside with you? yes
12. Has anyone ever gone poop outside with you? yes
13. How long did it take them to go? As long as me
14. What did they use as a toilet? Did they squat? squat
15. What did they use to wipe with? Tissues and leaves
1. Physical description of yourself 1.68 m, light brown hair to my shoulders
2. How long does it take you to pee? 1 minute, when relaxing 3 minutes
3. How long does it take you to poo? From 2 minutes to 30 minutes
4. What things make you poo? Spinach and cabbage, coffee
5. What things make you pee? Water and tea
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? Normal bikini panties, hipster and boyshorts


Carin

Catherine's survey

Physical description:
Caucasian, 17, 5'6" long brown hair, 125 pounds

How long to pee: 45 to 60 seconds at home; a minute to 1 1/2 minutes at school especially if I'm using a toilet without a privacy door because I can get nervous with eyes on me and fears of the 1-minute warning bell going off. If I don't stop my activity (it hurts me to do it) and run out, I'm late to class and will get a consequence.

How long to poo: we have only a 1 bathroom house. Dad's usually on the toilet when I get up and its a slow sit process for him. I hold it until I get to school and when my turn comes I can empty myself in 2 to 3 minutes. Sometimes its soft and its faster that way.

What makes me poo: Dr. Pepper my favorite drink, squash, chili, hot chocolate.

What makes me pee: colder winter weather, nervousness just before an AP test, all the water Mom nags me to drink since my urinary track infection a couple of months ago and the thought/fear of having to leave a tutoring session I'm leading to run for the bathroom.

Washing hands after peeing: most of the time, but if there's a line for the sinks between classes and my need to run to class to save getting a tardy consequence, my choice is obvious. At home, I almost always wash my hands.

Washing hands after pooing: the first week of school my freshman year I tried to cut a corner after having an explosively soft crap between class. Those dumb, pre-cut toilet paper squares were difficult to hold on to as I stood up and tried to wipe. Then I made my run to math class. Holding my pencil while working a problem I could smell crap.
It was smeared between my first and second finger and getting on my pencil. That taught me to take a few seconds more to scrub better and to wipe from a standing position at school so I can inspect my work.
At home and friends' houses I still wipe from the seat. But I take the time to more thoroughly wash my hands and then wipe them more slowly with a hand towel.

Kind of underwear: mostly briefs bought by my mom. However, I have bought 3 or 4 thongs with my babysitting money. My boyfriend likes the feel of them when he grabs my jeans from behind in the hallway at school and pulls me in for a quick kiss.


Anna from Austria
I do another survey

Your Name: Anna
Gender: Female
Age: 34

1) Do you poop and/or pee regularly more at work than at home?

I have been a morning pooper since I can remember. Pooping at school, work and university is normal for me. I drink lots of water, so I pee quite a lot at home and at work.

2) Under what conditions, if any, do you try to hold it?

It depends. If there is a toilet that is soiled beyond repair and/or there is not enough toilet paper for cleaning the seat and myself or no paper at all I would rather hold the poo. If the pee is very urgent I would pee right away. Having wet panties is not ideal as well, but it is still much paper than having poo stains in my undies.

3) Are ass-gasket seat papers available?

No never have seen such things but I would use them sometimes. Women can be quite gross especially at places were lots of alcohol is consumed.
At such places I had to use much toilet paper to cover the seat or wipe it. Was always a bit worried that I could run out of paper.

6) Do you know of anyone who has an unusual attitude toward using public toilets?

No.

7) What has been done to, if anything, accommodate these people?

Cannot say anything about that.

8) When waiting for your turn on a toilet have you ever been critical of the person vacating it and the condition being left?


I never said anything but sometimes I had critical thoughts about some people.

Normally I am not super critical about skid marks. They can happen, and it is completely naturally that people might be in a hurry so they maybe forget.

But some ladies left huge skid marks in the whole toilet bowel. It was gross. They could have at least try to clean them up a bit, before leaving. I always tend to do that. But I never said anything because there is no point arguing about that with some random strangers I will probably never see again.

That's it for today.

Greetings from Austria

Anna


Mina[ppe]

Dear Catherine : I do your survey

Physical description of myself: Medium size. 159 cms (I think!) Look like Haruko Obokata, I hope you can find her picture. But my eyes more pointed to outside. Brown hair, dyed. (Mi)

Medium size, little bit slimmer then Mina. Black hair to shoulder. Typical Asian eye. 160 cms. People say I look like Princess Kako. (Ma)

162 cms (I think) Long straight brown hair. Uneven teeth. (Like sweet things.) Medium size, about same with Mina. Little bit turned up nose. (K)

147 cms (I think, I always forget, so I say different height sometimes when can't measure). Not so slim. Bob hair. Round face. Everything is round! except breasts, they are very small. And small feet, 22 cm shoe size. Small mouth.(H)

How long it takes me to pee: About 1 minute (all four)

How long it takes me to poo: 10 - 15 minutes (Ma, Mi, K)

What foods make us poo: Any food, of course, but we think Indian food makes us poo more volume. We love vegetables and fruit, so our motions are incredible huge.

What makes us pee: Any drink.

Do we wash our hands after pee or poo? Yes, always. If no water, then we use a hand sanitiser.And wash as soon as we find water. (When we did buddy dump in nature, we took bottle of water to wash hands.)

So question about "why not" is N/A.

What underwear we like? We like cotton panties. Any colour OK.

Sorry Catherine, I do your nice survey very late. I am bad girl. You can spank me.

We laugh a lot about Kazuko talking to my mother from behind closed door of loo in my home town. We don't know why is it so funny. But something funny. Kazuko said, she was pushing when she talked. But my mother said nothing. My mother fed Kazuko very much, and Kazuko ate all. So we don't surprise that she sit on loo forever with super busy bottom even she is in my hometown!

Love to everyone from Mina and 3 friends.


Taylor T

Brandy's Survey with McKayla and Her Story

Today I'm here with my friend McKayla and we are going to answer Brandy's

Question 1: When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?
Question 2: When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?
Question 3: Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet

My Answers:
1: Ankles for everything private/ public
2: Usually both sometimes doesn't really matter to me
3: I like to try and pee after so that pee water doesn't splash on my bum when turds drop in
4: I fart all the time and it usually depends sometimes they're airy hisses right when I sit down or they can be a big boom. I don't really care one way or another
5: I stand and wipe
6: I poop usually once every 2-3 days I never usually go once a day. I pee about 5-6 times a day
7: I've never had a significant other lol

McKayla's Answers:
1: Ankles for anything
2: I usually place my hands on the seat and sit on my hands to be a bit elevated.
3: Mainly before
4: My farts are usually a big airy hiss right when I sit
5: I usually sit and wipe
6: I poop usually once a day and pee 4-5 times everyday
7: It's a long story haha

This is McKayla and I'm going to describe a bit about what happened. So this was probably summer before 5th grade and I had a "boyfriend" named Matt. I never really considered it a relationship but whatever. We were outside playing basketball and he ended up having to use the bathroom. I had to go too so we went upstairs to his room and he said he'd be back and went to the en-suite in his room. He dropped his basketball shorts to his ankles, sat down, and farted and started to pee. And he never shut the door! I heard another fart and a big plunk noise and another plop. He wiped up and flushed and that was pretty much it....
He was overall a weird kid.


Mina[ppe}

Kazuko visited me in home town

I told this story before, but maybe I broke rule, because I an't find story. I tell again but shorter style because sleepy.

Kazuko came my home town 3 January. On 4 January, she needed loo after a breakfast, so we went upstairs. My mother always says, if we are in her house, loo upstairs is for me and my friends and downstairs is for parents.

I was in my room while Kazu was on loo, but often I went to loo door. But then my mother came upstairs to say something to me. She noticed Kazu was in loo even Kazu already flushed. She said to me, "Is Kazu OK?" so I shouted to Kazu and she said, "I'm OK! Thank you!" "Then she said, "Sorry but I want to stay here more time, is it OK?" She used very polite Japanese, so I think she was talking to my mother. My mother said, "Of course!" Then she went downstairs and of course Kazuko stayed on loo, many bururururu noise. I opened door a little a few times.

Of course finally she finish. It was first time for her since New Year, so of course she did a lots. But I went in after her and I also did a lots and stayed long time! I flushed once but after that I did a lot more, I did more than I usually do. It was very relax! I was happy to do same time with Kazu.

This is shorter version, my memory a bit hazy now. I hope I didn't break a rule.

Love to everyone.

Mina


Deb

Accidents at Farm Boy and Costco

Hello,

My name is Deb. Last Saturday my husband, daughter and I had to go to Farm Boy for some fresh produce and then to Costco for some diapers for our daughter and some overnight pads for myself.

I was feeling okay that morning and after our daughter's nap we had some lunch and then went out. Our first stop was to Farm Boy. On our drive across town, I started having some cramps and I didn't know if it was PMS cramps or if I needed to go to the washroom. While we were walking around Farm Boy, the cramps got worse and I felt like I had to go to the washroom rather badly. A rush of diarrhea suddenly wanted to come out and I clamped my butt cheeks as tightly as I could. I told my husband that I was going to the washroom. As I was walking, a bit of diarrhea slipped out with a squelch and I could feel the wetness between my butt cheeks. I could also feel it soaking into my light blue hipster panties. I went into the washroom and lowered my jeans and panties then sat on the toilet and let out a rush of diarrhea. My panties had a diarrhea stain so I wiped them out as much as I could. I looked in my purse for a pad to put on, just to be a bit more comfortable, but I was all out which, as I mentioned above, was one of the reasons for our trip to Costco. I cleaned myself up and met back with my husband and daughter. My husband asked if I was okay and I told him that I had diarrhea and had a small accident but was able to get cleaned up well enough.

We then drove over to Costco, which only took about five minutes. We got a shopping cart and out our daughter in it. The diapers and pads were in the same area, so we got those and decided to look around for a bit. It was super busy in the store so getting around took a while. We thought it was a good idea to get some toilet paper, which was located at the back of the store. I was cramping up again. We got to the toilet paper area and I felt another rush of diarrhea want to come out. I told my husband that I needed to use the toilet again. As we were walking, holding it was getting harder and harder. We got stuck in a bottleneck of people and that's when I lost it. I whispered, "oh god, oh god, oh god" and then it happened... I pooped my pants... beside my husband, in the middle of the aisle in a crowd of people in Costco. It was terrible. The diarrhea rushed out of me so quickly, filling up my panties in a matter of seconds. My husband looked at me and asked if I was okay. I looked at him in horror, shook my head and mouthed "no". He asked if I wanted to go to the washroom and I told him that I just wanted to go home. I took over pushing the cart while he walked behind me. He could tell that I had a bad accident. We stopped walking again and he put his arm around me and said that he loved me. My eyes teared up.

After what seemed like forever, we got to the checkout. I had to go to again. It was awful. The mess in my panties was leaking through my pants and down the insides of my legs. I sat on a shopping bag for the drive home and was still letting out some more diarrhea. My panties and jeans were a disaster and cleaning up took a good while. I got my jeans cleaned well enough, but my hipsters have permanent stains on them, so I'm keeping them to wear as period panties.

Thank you.
Deb.


Sick to my stomach -follow up.

Heather H.

Here is a follow up with what I posted a few days ago. I continued being sick through the rest of the night, twice with diarrhea and vomited a couple more times until the next morning. I woke up at 7 a.m. feeling week and exhausted. My husband and daughters, Savanna 10 and Amber 14 were having breakfast. I joined them in my nightgown at the table for a couple of minutes until the smell of food got to me and I dashed to the bathroom to vomit. I dry heaved a couple of times into the toilet, while doing so I had diarrhea into my panties. My husband came in to check on me and helped me into the shower to clean up and helped me back to bed with a wast basket near the bed. He offered to stay home with me after he took the girls to school. I told him that I thought I could make it through the day. About twelve thirty I received a call from the nurse at the school that Amber attends. She said that Amber had gotten sick after lunch, had vomited and was having diarrhea and needed to be picked up. I thought that I could do it, however every time I moved I became nauseous. I called my husband and he brought her home. When she arrived she immediately ran for the bathroom and vomited and went to bed with bouts of diarrhea. After my husband picked up Savanna from school, when they arrived home she said that she didn't feel well either and that her ???? hurt and she had a couple episodes of diarrhea. Also my husband after seeing all this said, he didn't feel to well himself. We ended up for the next two days taking turns running to the bathrooms being sick. Thank God we are all felling better now.

Heather H.


Lynn

Pregnancy is hard on the bladder

I'm 27 weeks today and officially in my 3rd trimester! I've been having a lot of issues with bladder leaks and accidents so I started wearing some bladder leak pads. I like these pads even though they are super thick because they are quick and easy to change when I need to. The other day my husband and I were on our way home from shopping and doing errands when traffic came to complete stop because of a bad accident. We had been sitting for about 20 min and I got the urge to pee. I looked at him and said "oh no I have to pee" and fidgeted a little. He said "are you wearing the pads like you have been?" And I told him yes of course so then he said " just go if you want to. It's better than holding it and being miserable" I said "what if it leaks? I might be able to hold it" He said "then we'll clean it up or even better I'll give you a plastic bag to sit on if that makes you feel better." I fought the idea for a little while 10 more minutes went by, the baby was moving a lot and I was in agony, soon I was going to lose control whether I liked it or not so might as well go on my own terms. I sat on the plastic bag and tried to relax and I just couldn't go at first. He looked at me and said "did you go yet?" I said "I'm trying I have to go so bad but my body knows this isn't a toilet" he turned the radio up a little to relax me, I re adjusted in my seat, spread my legs a little, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Finally I started letting go, I felt warmth and wetness around me, but it was quickly being absorbed by the pad. It felt so good to finally go I let out an audible sigh of relief. He said "are you finally going?" I didn't open my eyes or turn and look at him I just nodded. He then said "when you're done if we aren't moving go ahead and change your pad so you don't have to sit in the wet one anymore. I don't think I peed a record amount or anything and I think it felt like I was going a lot more than I did, but the pad didn't leak at all which was great! Traffic still wasn't going anywhere. I put a spare jacket from the back seat in my lap just so no one could see private area. I took my seat belt off and pulled down my pants and undies and removed the wet pad. It did it's job well. I rolled it up and put it in the grocery bag I was sitting on so I could throw it away when we got home. I also put on another one from my purse just in case because who knows how long we were going to be stuck. Another 30 minutes and traffic was finally moving again. A couple minutes from home I said I'm glad we are almost there because I have to pee again! He said me too "I have to go pretty bad now" we only have one bathroom so we raced in the door and pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet (made with no leaks!) and he stood in front of the sink and pulled out his penis and let go. I had peed and wiped and he was still going, but it was tapering of as I was pulling up my pants. He can hold it a long time but I could tell he had to go bad. He rinsed out the sink and wiped it down with a disinfectant wipe.


Jess

Unusual phenomenon - Echo pee

Hi everyone!

First to Victoria B, Taylor and Catherine, thanks so much for your warm welcomes! Thankfully, Victoria I live in a suburban area so I'm completely safe from the fires, but it's been a bit of a shock for the country. Thanks so much for your concern.

This is a bit of an interesting phenomenon that occurs from time to time in my house. Every so often some tree roots and goodness knows what get into our pipes causing blocked drains, where water rises in the toilet upon flushing and water won't go down the basin.

A couple of years ago, I had to do a big wee. I'd been holding for awhile and drinking lots of water. Temporarily forgetting that our drains were blocking up, I unleashed, Niagara Falls style into the toilet below. Oh, it felt amazing!. Once it tapered down to a trickle, I pulled some paper off to wipe. However, the strangest thing occurred. I got an echo of my pee! Yes, it was literally echoing in the little grate in the middle of the bathroom floor, and a perfect replica of my pee right down to the trickle. It was a bit spooky! Thankfully it flushed but the water came up a bit before settling back down. This happened a few more times before we got our drains fixed. I would've been curious to hear what a Number 2 sounded like, with plops and splashes, but didn't want to push my luck and completely block the toilet. So, quite an interesting phenomenon!

Has anyone else experienced echo of their pee or bowel movements whenever they've had blocked drains?

By the way, Ashley, I loved the story of you peeing at your piano teacher's house. It sounds like you both get such immense relief from your big bladders once you unleash.

Take care everyone and I'll write again soon!
Jess :)


Candace

Brandy's Survey

I'm a long time lurker and I've posted here in the past under different names. I'm a short, young trans woman. I pass as female to the point where you would only know I'm trans if I told you I'm trans. While I'm sure it would be interesting to have stories from before and after transitioning/comments on differences between the way men and women use public toilets, I avoided public restrooms before I transitioned, so I can only really comment on women's restrooms. I think I can count on one hand the amount of times I used a public toilet before transitioning. Anyway, I figure I'll answer Brandy's survey. I'll probably have stories in the future.


Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?

Knee level, although if I'm at home ankle or completely naked

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?

I place my left hand on my left thigh and I usually have my phone in my right hand lol

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?

I pee after I poop. It's usually my body's "I'm done" signal

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?

It depends on what I've eaten but farting is normal when I'm pooping. Sometimes they're loud and audible and sometimes they're quiet hisses

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?

Seated 100% of the time

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?

It depends on what I've eaten but I don't really have a regular poop schedule. For as long as I can remember, I would go only once in a 3 or 4 day period but I recently switched the type of hormone replacement therapy I do and I'm pooping roughly once a day now. I probably pee between 5 and 10 times a day

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet

After sex my ex and I would go to the shower and we would both pee before we got in the shower. He peed in front of me with no issues and I peed in front of him with no issues. I've never pooped or farted in front of a significant other and I don't plan on it haha


Wednesday, January 22, 2020


Victoria B.

Brandy's survey

Hey!
Thought I'd do another survey today so here goes!

Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet?

My answers!

1)Knee-level for a public pee, calves for a public poop, ankles for both in private
2)Hands are mostly on my lap when I'm sat down on the toilet
3)Peeing starts before the first log crowns and mostly finishes by the time I've pooped it though sometimes it continues through a few turds depending on how badly I needed to go
4)Yes to both varieties
5)I used to stand up to wipe my behind but now I do front and back (and flushing!) while seated
6)Once or twice per day is normal for me. I'll sometimes miss a day and that's when my toilet-clogging loads come out. I pee 4-5 times per day on average
7)No, but I absolutely would!

Love,
Victoria!


Catherine

Brandy's Survey

Hello, Toiletstool!

I'm sick with a respiratory virus. My parents are sitting with "Joey" while Alan has Zoe and Chloe at ball games all day! So, I thought I would try to catch up on some posting.

First, Brandy, I hope this finds you well!

Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route? I echo Victoria - when in public for a pee, I'll lower my pants to my knees. If it's for a bowel movement, I'll lower them all the way, provided that the floor is clean. In private, it's ankles for both.

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip? Lap.

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo? Usually the poop begins first, then I pee. I've done both at the same time when both have been strong urges to go. It's rare that I pee first. However, it seems that most women pee first???

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses? When I pass gas during a bowel movement, its usually quiet, unless I have diarrhea, and then it can be explosive. Sometimes, I fart loudly when I pee, which can be embarrassing when in public. But, if I don't let it go, I can't get started with the pee.

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe? I remain seated for both.

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee? I poop twice daily, once in the morning and again in the evening. I usually pee 5-6 times a day. I have a pretty large bladder for a woman!

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet? Oh yes! He enjoys it and I like the fact it gives him a little thrill!

I hope that's helpful! I can't wait to read everyone's responses!

Love,

Catherine!


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Jess great story it sounds like you had a really good poop.

To: Sheryll it sounds like you had a rough time.

To: Jessica B great story.

To: Heather H it sounds like had a nasty time being sick.

To: Biggalpooper another great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Catherine

Survey Thank You's

I wanted to say thank you to Victoria B, Taylor, Taylor T, Jess, Imogen, and Elphaba for doing the brief survey!

Jess, thank you for your kind words about my posts! I'm glad your on the forum! I look forward to reading your posts.

I would love to hear from Anna from Austria and Mina (and your flatmates!).

I hope that you all are well. Please take the survey if you have time!

Also, Sherryl, I'm not ignoring your survey, but I've never used the bathroom outside. They're great questions, though! I hope you are well!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Catherine

Potty Training Success!

Maybe those of you who are mothers can relate, but "Joey" pooped in the potty last weekend for the first time! Joey is a little over two years old now, and just out of the blue wanted to use his potty. Joey is a big eater like his parents and his diapers the past couple of months have been massive. So, when he wanted to use the potty, of course I cried!

He's "dooing" well with it. He's only used his training pants twice and I think that it was because he waited too long to get to the toilet. Again, in my adult accidents, that's been the case.

But it's the little victories in life that bring joy!

So proud of my little man!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Catherine

Carin's Survey

Carin,

I know that you left this a while back, but I thought I would contribute. I would love for you to take my survey! Blessings!

Your Name: Catherine
Gender: Female
Age: 39

1) Do you poop and/or pee regularly more at work than at home? I poop at home just about all the time. However, pooping away from home is always and adventure! I have to pee at work, church, ballgames, shopping malls, etc.
2) Under what conditions, if any, do you try to hold it? If I have to pee, I will pee when I can break away. When I need to poop, I actually am more comfortable in a public place where the people do not know me. I find it more embarrassing when I am with friends. But, if I have to choose between an accident or pooping in public, I will do the latter and just suck up any embarrassment.
3) Are ass-gasket seat papers available? If yes, do you use them? If the seat does not look clean, I will use toilet paper or a cover.
4) How often does straddle pissing go on? Why do you think it is done? I always sit to pee. I've never tried that.
5) Are the seats usually OK for you to sit on when you need to? At work and church they are. At ball games, women can be so gross.
6) Do you know of anyone who has an unusual attitude toward using public toilets? No.
7) What has been done to, if anything, accommodate these people? NA
8) When waiting for your turn on a toilet have you ever been critical of the person vacating it and the condition being left for you? No.

Love,

Catherine!


Mina[ppe]

Dear Anna from Austria

I hope you don't angry about my answer for your question, but I don't really care which loo I use in office or shopping mall and etc. I take any loo which empty if it is clean. I look at loo seat and floor mostly.

Girls (and boys) who make comment about smell and noise we do in loo are STUPID. I hate! I am sad that you Anna had to suffer in loo. Loo should be comfortable relax place.

Love from Mina

I do survey.

1. I usually put panties at my knees. But if I do motion, I often take off completely and put on shelf.
Especially I do that in summer.

2. When I sitting, I put hands on knees usually, but if someone is in loo with me, I put hands on her and caress her.

3. Some times I pee first, sometimes I poo first. Depends. But Hisae usually poos first, then pees, then poos again.

4. Farting into loo is normal! We all do. We make many different noises. In my house, person who farts most is Kazuko. We all enjoy to see her smiling face and hear many various noise under her bottom same time. When her bottom gives very fantastic performance, we do applause.

5. I wipe sitting down. I think most Japanese do that.

6. I poo once a day but sometimes I skip a day. Maho often skips a day. For wee, maybe 5 or 6 times, but more in winter than in summer.

7. If my significant other is my best friends, we always see each other on loo! Old timers of this site know well.


Ashley

Bladder Endowments

There are a few stories here about women who are endowed with unusually or abnormally large bladders. What I find almost absurd is you never read about it anywhere but here and the last post I could find on the subject was over a year ago by someone named Kari. Like her, I was born with an enormous bladder capacity and it made me terribly pee-shy as a child.

Even before puberty my bladder was so large I seldom found the need to urinate during the day. But when I did pee it was a symphonic performance that would go on and on and on. My mother, bless her heart, tried to act calm and nonchalant as I sat on the toilet shooting a stream noisily into the water below. Eventually the accumulation of time would pass until her nerves became frayed and she was beside herself; I couldn't help it if it took me forever to pee. Poor mother probably couldn't fathom how her child could effortlessly out-pee either herself or my father on a good day. Fortunately I was home-schooled until we moved to another state and I was enrolled in the ninth grade. I had just turned fourteen.

And there my bladder and peeing promptly became the focus of interest, attention and amazement to my female classmates and even teachers. I was the girl in the stall who wouldn't stop peeing. I've read a lot of similar stories at this website similar to what I went through so I won't elaborate-- other than to say a voyeuristic teacher was in the restroom one day and heard me peeing like a water faucet. When I finally finished she was standing over by the sink area with a ridiculous look of astonishment on her face. She ended-up writing a note to my mother advising her to take me to a urologist because nobody should be able to urinate that long and that much. She and some other incidents drove me to become intensely pee-shy.

Afterward, my new peeing routine was to hold it in until I came home whereupon I would spend an eternity peeing away in the privacy of my bathroom. And it worked until my parents demanded I become cultured in the arts and signed me up for piano lessons with a woman in our neighborhood. Mother would pick me up at school and deposit me at this piano teacher's home two blocks away from our house. I found her to be a very nice, attractive woman, honed in the classics and around thirty-five years of age. Here name was Kathleen and little did I realize her talents lay far beyond playing the piano. And because my wonderful mother drove my straight to my first lesson my bladder was full, it was uncomfortable enough that I couldn't concentrate on the 88 keys before me on the Yamaha piano.

No sooner than my piano lesson began than Kathleen asked me why I was squirming, and I had to tell her that I hadn't peed since going to bed the night before. She sat bolt upright and said "oh my" leading me down the hall to the nearest bathroom in her home. I followed her and went in, and wasting minimal time sitting down and starting-up, splashing noisily into the water of the bowl. In fact, for a period of time I must have subconsciously thought I was in my own home because I closed my eyes, opened-up my urethral tap and peed...and peed. I'm not exaggerating, it had to have been several minutes into my pee that a frightening thought raced across my mind; I was peeing away in a complete stranger's home. Moreover, I was nowhere close to running dry! My muscles clamped-down abruptly closing the torrent of urine that was pouring out. I sheepishly cleaned-up, washed my hands and walked back to her living room/studio and her piano.

Here is where things got really "interesting" if that's the right word. Kathleen inquired if I was through peeing because she must have surmised by the abrupt cut-off of my flow it didn't sound as if I had completed voiding. I sheepishly lied and told her I was O.K. She continued that she had worked in a urologists office for years-- music was her advocation-- and was well aware about the wide variations of female biology. I think I started to blush, recalling that I had peed strongly for the better part of five minutes only to have her encourage me to return to the bathroom and resume peeing. She knew! We completed our piano lesson and I gathered my belongings for the walk home.

The next week things became really interesting. Although my bladder was equally, if not more full that day as the previous week I was determined to keep quiet about it and concentrate on my piano lesson. But shortly after my piano lesson began Kathleen inquired if I had to use her bathroom and I mumbled "no." She almost flamboyantly rose from the piano stool and directed me to practice the scales and then the little composition we had practiced. "Good, in that case I'll be indisposed for awhile. I can't remember when I peed last?" She went down the hall and into her bathroom, only partially closing the door. As I started my scales I heard her start-up, a stream that built into a loud rumble in the water of the bowl. She peed differently than I, a long strong gushing sound that alternately let-up and resumed whereas I pee in a strong steady uniformed jet. As I practiced my lesson she peed and she peed, right past the time I had spent urinating the previous week and kept on going. Meanwhile I replayed the same little ditty on the piano again and again.

"Ashley? Oh Ashley!" I heard a voice pleasantly calling from the bathroom above the loud din of splashing urine. "Could you please come here with your composition book?" I meekly went down the hall to the open bathroom door. She was seated on the toilet, unselfconsciously pouring a strong, gushing flow into the water below as if she were seated at a dinner table. "Here give me your lesson book" she said as she began marking the next pages and instructing me all while continuing to pee and pee. My face was flushed and I was a bundle of emotions as she rattled-off some music acronyms even as her flow gave no indication it was anywhere near completion. "Practice those two pages and I'll follow-up when I'm done peeing."

I can personally vouch that all those stories of unbelievable female urinations I read here over two-thousand-plus pages are true! My piano teacher Kathleen took the longest pee I had ever witnessed. What was especially memorable was that as I was fumbling around the piano keys, she gave-out little words of instruction as her flow gradually tapered-off to a lengthly succession of starts and stops. Her entire peeing process took FOREVER!!! When she returned to the studio I sat silently, my legs trembling slightly with emotion. She sighed "oh that feels much better. I left the light-on for you; your turn."

After her epic endless pee, my bladder was throbbing. I immediately sat-up and walked briskly down to the bathroom and went-in without closing the door. My teenage bladder needed no urging. I almost exhibitionistically spread my legs slightly further apart and leaned forward aiming my stream into the center or the water. Without embarrassment or hesitation I began to try to emulate Kathleen's unbelievable marathon peeing performance. I felt a sense of pride as my flow continued on, my throbbing bladder giving no signs its volume having begun to be tapped. I peed on, past the duration I had gone the previous week, my stream striking the water with a loud splash. By my teenage standards mine was becoming a very long pee.

"Hi there." I looked-up slightly started towards the bathroom door toward an auburn-haired admirer. "Don't mind me. I'm just taking-in the performance." She smirked slightly. "Remember I worked in a urologists office. I can confirm we saw very-very few in your league. And I should know being one 'those.'" My flow involuntarily cut-off. "No, remember what I said last week? I want you to relax and void until every last drop is done." I had more to pee but when I did returned to the piano studio she glanced at her watch as said "how old are Ashley? Fourteen? In that case it yours was an unbelievably impressive performance." I could have returned the compliment to her and then some.

Over the time I spent taking piano lessons I never succeeded in anything more complex than a few measures of Pachelbel's Canon, but I think my bladder grew several (or more) sizes during those fun, impromptu after-school peeing contests with Kathleen. I came in second place-- but then I've never heard anyone who could out-pee her.


Lynn

Pregnancy is hard on the bladder

I'm 27 weeks today and officially in my 3rd trimester! I've been having a lot of issues with bladder leaks and accidents so I started wearing some bladder leak pads. I like these pads even though they are super thick because they are quick and easy to change when I need to. The other day my husband and I were on our way home from shopping and doing errands when traffic came to complete stop because of a bad accident. We had been sitting for about 20 min and I got the urge to pee. I looked at him and said "oh no I have to pee" and fidgeted a little. He said "are you wearing the pads like you have been?" And I told him yes of course so then he said " just go if you want to. It's better than holding it and being miserable" I said "what if it leaks? I might be able to hold it" He said "then we'll clean it up or even better I'll give you a plastic bag to sit on if that makes you feel better." I fought the idea for a little while 10 more minutes went by, the baby was moving a lot and I was in agony, soon I was going to lose control whether I liked it or not so might as well go on my own terms. I sat on the plastic bag and tried to relax and I just couldn't go at first. He looked at me and said "did you go yet?" I said "I'm trying I have to go so bad but my body knows this isn't a toilet" he turned the radio up a little to relax me, I re adjusted in my seat, spread my legs a little, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Finally I started letting go, I felt warmth and wetness around me, but it was quickly being absorbed by the pad. It felt so good to finally go I let out an audible sigh of relief. He said "are you finally going?" I didn't open my eyes or turn and look at him I just nodded. He then said "when you're done if we aren't moving go ahead and change your pad so you don't have to sit in the wet one anymore. I don't think I peed a record amount or anything and I think it felt like I was going a lot more than I did, but the pad didn't leak at all which was great! Traffic still wasn't going anywhere. I put a spare jacket from the back seat in my lap just so no one could see private area. I took my seat belt off and pulled down my pants and undies and removed the wet pad. It did it's job well. I rolled it up and put it in the grocery bag I was sitting on so I could throw it away when we got home. I also put on another one from my purse just in case because who knows how long we were going to be stuck. Another 30 minutes and traffic was finally moving again. A couple minutes from home I said I'm glad we are almost there because I have to pee again! He said me too "I have to go pretty bad now" we only have one bathroom so we raced in the door and pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet (made with no leaks!) and he stood in front of the sink and pulled out his penis and let go. I had peed and wiped and he was still going, but it was tapering of as I was pulling up my pants. He can hold it a long time but I could tell he had to go bad. He rinsed out the sink and wiped it down with a disinfectant wipe.


Centalia

Swinging, Sliding & Bathroom Needs

Both me and my boyfriend from time to time see something or experience something that reminds us of bathroom experiences when we were kids. We're both in our 30s now. So we were walking his dog at the park. Bennett wanted to cut through the playground area because he knows I still like to take a swing or two at my age. And my diversion gives him a chance for a smoke. The swing sets there have been replaced several times since my best friend Maggie and I spent many a summer day there on the equipment. Both me and Maggie were about 7 or 8 when we were allowed to spent extended time there. Our parents agreed we had to stay together at all times, be home at 12 noon sharp for lunch and at 5:30 for dinner, and be home by sundown Then we had to stay in.

On many evenings both me and Maggie would have to take our first or second crap that day about an hour after dinner. If we went to one of our houses, we would be told it was getting late and that we should stay in. So like our needs to piss, we just did it at the park, although the toilets were kind of dirty and sometimes there would be limited or no toilet paper left. In this one old stone building, on each side there was a bathroom. The ladies room had 3 toilets. Out in the open. No cubicles, no doors. Two of the toilets were really old, with stained bowls and cracked black seats. The 3rd was larger, higher, more modern and with a white seat and one of those flushing sensors flashing away as you used it. It, of course, got more use and was often clogged when we walked in. Huge craps, on crap that would only go partially away. In times like that we noticed the sensor's light would stay red, rather than blinking.

Using one of the old toilets, Maggie suggested a lot of fun things that involved buddying up. An example: she was a bit taller so she would slide back on the toilet and I would sit between her legs. She called it synchronized peeing, although she would often trip over the word while saying it. She often would piss 30 seconds or longer than me, although I think she cheated by holding it before she left home. We also peed sitting on opposite sides of the seat and for some reason that I've never figured out, I was better (longer peeing) that way. Once with Maggie's longer legs she sat over the back with her arms on the flusher and with me against her back. I sat normally over the front and she still beat me on the length of her piss. What was different, though, is that mine fully hit the water while her's mostly hit the back of the bowl, behind the water.

We did crapping competitions, too, and while my small pieces made more splash and noise, she had the larger soft ones that were sometimes a foot or more long. We sometimes took turns wiping one another, although the results were kind of unfair because she didn't change every day. I would sometimes sweat more, especially if I had been riding my bike. Once it started to get a little dark Maggie and I sometimes peed from the swing or slides. But that's a story for another time. And Bennett doesn't at this point know about some of those experiences yet.


BrentC

To Ash

I really liked your post and have had similar experiences with constipation and laxative use. I am a long time reader and first posted on page 90 in 1998. I first started having constipation problems as a kid and was given laxatives by my parents on an as-needed basis. By the time I was 15, my doctor had prescribed a combination stimulant laxative/stool softener to be taken on a nightly basis. That cured my chronic constipation but left my poor guts in an almost constant state of laxative-induced diarrhea. Gradually, the recommended dose of the laxative became ineffective and I had to take more.

I stopped taking oral laxatives regularly when I went to college. My constipation became awful again. On weekend nights I would take Dulcolax tablets so that I could get cleaned out the next morning. The massive soft poops were such a welcome relief and I used to look forward to them. But the oral laxatives were so inconvenient for a young university student who had a busy and active lifestyle. After Dulcolax tablets made me poop myself one day, I switched to Dulcolax suppositories. That gave me much more control over the timing of the results. Typically, they made me take one huge poop about thirty minutes after insertion. They caused burning and cramping but the bowel movements were huge and very relieving.

I still have chronic constipation today and still use both Dulcolax tablets and suppositories. I like the tablets best because they induce more complete emptying and cleansing diarrhea. When I have been backed up for five days, the relief is something that I actually enjoy, even if I get a stomach ache from the drug. I still use the suppositories when the tablets are inconvenient (like when traveling).

As I type this, I haven't pooped in 5 days. I took 3 Dulcolax tablets last night and am waiting for the explosion. I have had a few mild cramps and am hopeful that it won't be too much longer before I get that sweet relief.


Catherine

Two Responses

Claire, I think boys have a natural curiosity about how women and girls bodily functions work. I know my husband does. We had a conversation about it, and he seemed to think that the reason women's poops are so interesting is that we can act so dainty that it's hard to imagine that we can take a dump. And so when it happens, he finds it arousing. For him, he says that the bigger and smellier the better. However, he also knows that he has to control his feelings. So, encouraging a boy going through puberty to act on his curiosity may lead to socially unacceptable and even criminal behavior in the future. Just my thoughts...

Sarah, I wondered if you were still reading the forum and how you were doing with your bathroom shyness. I hope you are well. If you have a minute, please take my survey.

Love,

Catherine!


Sunday, January 19, 2020


Sherryl

To Marie

I know how you feel. My husband has to deal with IBS so I have seen how that can affect someone. You'll have a solid soon :-). As for your sister, I say go for it.


Tyler Boi

Hello

Hi I'm a long time lurker and thought I'd say hi! I'm 14 and I found this site a year ago through Reddit.

My favorite posters on here are Sherryl, Marie, and Haylee. Oh and from going way back CarMom.

I kinda want to try going on the floor and stuff like that.


Anna from Austria

Brandy Survey

This time I want to answer the survey of brandy

Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?

In the past I used to pull them down until my ankles. But this behavior changed since my first visit to the states in 2019. Austrian public toilets do not have big gaps between the stalls if at all. So pulled. down my pants and panties completely. In the states I learned it the rather hard way that my old method would show my neighbors and the people in front waiting the stall my undies.due to the big gaps. So I changed my ways and pull down my pants and panties just to knee level I kept this habit even after coming back from America.

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?

Resting on my hip playing with me smart phone.

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?

It depends on the urgency my businesses. If I need to go both I pee at the same time the poo comes out. If I just come for a poo without feeling my bladder the poo comes out first then the wee.

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?

Absolutely normal. At first I do loud audible echoing farts as pre poop farts and then some airy hisses. Either the hisses come between my logs, or as post poo farts.

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?

I stand up when wiping.

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?

1 to 2 times each day. One time in the morning and sometimes during or after dinner.

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet?

Yes sometimes. Especially when we were on vocation and the toilet and the shower were in the same room. Sometimes I had to came in bursting for a poo when he was showering or shaving. So I did had to it in front of him. At home toilet and the bathtub or in different rooms so something like that never happened at home.


@Jess Thanks for your reply. I have to agree that some girls are extreme immature when commenting on bathroom noises and smell. As if they do not do the same.

The most funny thing is that just happened during high school. After that it never happend anymore. Not at university and not work. Pooping noises and smell were not commented on at all. Thanks for your reply.


@Victoria Thanks for your reply as well.


Greetings from Austria

Anna


Victoria B.

Brandy's survey

Hey!
Thought I'd do another survey today so here goes!

Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet?

My answers!

1)Knee-level for a public pee, calves for a public poop, ankles for both in private
2)Hands are mostly on my lap when I'm sat down on the toilet
3)Peeing starts before the first log crowns and mostly finishes by the time I've pooped it though sometimes it continues through a few turds depending on how badly I needed to go
4)Yes to both varieties
5)I used to stand up to wipe my behind but now I do front and back (and flushing!) while seated
6)Once or twice per day is normal for me. I'll sometimes miss a day and that's when my toilet-clogging loads come out. I pee 4-5 times per day on average
7)No, but I absolutely would!

Love,
Victoria!


End Stall Em

Picking Toilets Away From Home

I find the questions raised by Kristi B and Anna to be quite interesting. I too was punished by my high school administration, even as an honor student, for violating a school rule about what bathroom I could have my morning crap in. Now I'm finishing up college in a professional program, have a job, and have a lot more freedom the 4 or 5 times each day I need to relieve myself away from home.

For about 15 years now I've preferred one of the two end stalls. The way I see it I have about 50% more privacy, there's less of a line to rattle me if I'm having a difficult time producing, the seat has been sat on fewer times by fewer people and the accommodation is likely to be better from a flushed bowl to a better supply of toilet paper. While seated for a poo and with some study hall time to kill in high school, a 30-minute sit might see several of the other toilets used 5, 6 or even 7 times, in comparison.

My punishment with detention time came about 7 years ago one fall when my high school had just opened its new science wing. The new toilets which were the ones with contoured white seats, had bright modern lighting on top, privacy doors without the locks being taken off, and several full rolls of quality toilet paper, rather than the pre-cut squares that the older parts of the school had. The faucets and soap were far beyond anything else I had used in the 75 year old school building.

However, I was caught, my class schedule checked and a vice-principal gave me detention time for bypassing the closest toilet to my 1st hour classroom. Both of my parents were surprised how I stuck up for myself when the principal asked rhetorically what if the other 1200 or so girls in the school used an unauthorized bathroom too. Well I answered and she added another hour onto my detention time.

I think I got the end stall idea back in like 7th grade. There's nothing worse than to be seated, taking a leisurely crap at the end of your lunch period in a middle stall only to have a puking girl come running in, take the toilet to your right, collapse to her knees and then hurl not just into the toilet, but on the panels and floor, and with some of it running into my space and about an inch from my shoe.
Within 15 seconds the stench caused me to relocate and so fast that I didn't even think of wiping until I went upstairs to another bathroom to finish meeting my needs.

Yes, there's a drawback list to the end stalls. They tend to attract more vandalism and graffiti, although I've found some of the drawings to be quite intellectually stimulating. Anyone who spends two or three hours sitting and carving with a broad ink marker or knife a diagram of a person's anatomy deserves the admiration of us frustrated or semi-frustrated artists. I've also had classmates use the end stall beyond bodily needs for everything from a quick smoke or in the case of this one girl, a very profane set of phone calls made to a boy friend or parent who had upset her.

My boyfriend Spencer is much more particular than me in using public bathrooms. But he too will try to use the nicest bathroom, and if he has to crap, he will spread toilet paper liner over the seat before sitting down. He even does that at home and when we're visiting our parents and friends.


Friday, January 17, 2020


Jess

Relieving poop

Hi everyone!

I have another story for you. Some of the stories that I read on here have really blown me away. I sometimes wonder if some of my stories are boring in comparison. After reading the likes of Mina, Taylor, Victoria B who poop with their friends or watch them poop, Well that never happens to me. Often my poops are just on my own. I noticed that others talk about their own bowel movements anyway without anyone watching, so here goes.

Tonight I was out for dinner with a couple of friends. When I got home in through the front door, it hit me just how much I had to pee. It was still early-ish in the evening, around 7:45. I didn't pee immediately. I went outside first to say hello to my husband who'd arrived home and was watering our back lawn. As I was talking to him, I got that all too familiar feeling back behind, and it felt like it was going to be a really relieving bowel movement.

After chatting for a couple minutes, the urge got really strong so I headed into the main bathroom. I set down and let nature take its course. I started to pee but not as forcefully as I normally do as I had a load waiting to be emptied. As I was peeing, I could feel my poo starting to come and oh my goodness, the sensations that followed! There is nothing quite like peeing and pooping at the same time. As I was peeing, the poo was just sliding out of me and the amazing thing about it was that my pee gained momentum as the poo was coming out, and then the poo gained momentum too. Believe it or not, it was one of those silent poos and so I could only hear my pee landing in the bowl below. Oh goodness, did I feel really good once it was done! Peeing and pooping at the same time just feels so cleansing, and I always feel completely empty. I wish I had one of those bowel movements everyday! I think I remember Victoria B can testify.

Anyway, I feel a million times lighter and more energetic.
Until next time,
Jess :)


Marie

Update and a Question

So I have two updates for y'all

First I haven't had a solid in few weeks but oh well this has happened before, IBS isn't fun to have but I've been giving my training potty the attention it deserves. But I've been neglecting my other places but oh well.

Here's my question, so as you know I've been working on potty training my now 4 year old sister and I've found that she has peed in her closet twice, so I'm wondering if I should introduce her to pottying in naughty places? What do you all think?

-Marie


Jess

Re: Question for the ladies

Hi everyone!
In response to Anna's question, I can relate at times. If I'm only doing a wee, I don't mind at all if someone comes next to me, or if I set myself next door to someone. However, if I have to go number 2, I find myself gravitating to the last toilet on the end, particularly in a smaller bathroom with only 3 or 4 cubicles. I just find that it's a bit more private and sometimes I still feel a little self conscious. If it's a larger bathroom, I'll pick any random stall and do my business because lots of people are coming in and out anyway.

It used to annoy me so much during high school days, Anna. I can completely relate as the number of girls that would comment on the smell etc, was quite high. I find it extremely immature when people comment on sound and smell, as they poop too!!

Anyway, I hope that answers your question and it'll be interesting to hear what others say.
Take care,
Jess :)


Victoria B.

Anna from Austria's question and some responses

Hey!

First some responses:

To Jess: Good to have you here! Hope you were able to stay safe from the fires.

To Taylor: I love a good poop on the run and there will be stories once it gets a little less cold around here. Promise!

To Anna from Austria:
There are three things that determine which stall I pick.
1) Is the seat clean? I sit bare-butt and don't want to find myself on top of some pee from someone before me who hovered and didn't bother cleaning up after themselves.
2) Is there enough toilet paper for what I need to do? This one is also self-explanatory after the lessons I've learned from past shuffles of shame when I've forgotten to check for paper!
3) Does the lock on the stall door work?

Those are the only things that matter when I need to go in public. I don't mind having neighbors; honestly I prefer it most of time.

Love,
Victoria!


To JW re: Squatting to poop

In my family home we have always had a stepping stool in the bathroom, which is in reach of you when you're sitting on the toilet. In my teenage years, I often found myself trying to poo in a public bathroom because I was badly constipated, and getting off the toilet to squat over the floor, just to get the poo to come out a little bit. To this day, I elevate my feet to aid in my pooing. It is a good technique and it's healthy as far as I know.


Sherryl

To Taylor

I loved your story of pooping on your run. It reminds me of similar times I've pooped outside and it looks like that is something that you enjoy. You and I have an opportunity to share a lot of stories to each other, if you are so inclined to do so. Your physical description is also somewhat similar to mine, I'm a little taller at 5'7" and I have a C cup and I'm kinda skinny but have a fairly good sized ass lol.


BRANDY

Brief survey for you ladies


Question 1
When you ladies use the toilet do your pants get pulled down to knee level, or do you go the ankle route?

Question 2
When sitting do you place your hands in your lap or do you rest them on each hip?

Question 3
Do you pee before, during or after while having a poo?

Question 4
Is farting normal during a poo? Are they loud audible echoes or quiet airy hisses?

Question 5
Do you ladies wipe from the seated position, or do you stand and wipe?

Question 6
How many times a day to you poop? How many times do you pee?

Question 7
Have you ever let your significant other watch while you were on the toilet?

Answers for me
1. Usually down at the knees never the ankles unless before a shower when I am not wearing pants
2. I usually rest my hands on my hips, sometimes place elbows on knees leaning with hand under my chin
3. I always pee right before pooping, and most the time will also pee during a poo
4. For me farting is normal for my poo time. Usually loud echoes to start with a couple of airy ones during my poo.
5.I am always seated when wiping
6.I poop twice a day, usually morning and evening, peeing varies from day to day but on average pee about 6 times a day not counting the times a pee while pooping.
7. I let my husband watch me often


Miranda

Post-Holiday Disaster

My grandparents spent the holidays with us this year and it was great until the last morning. Then it was a disaster. My first day back at school my car wouldn't start. So grandpa said to get my backpack and they would drop me off at school in their rental car on their way to the airport. Of course I had to wait a couple of minutes while grandma went in for her final pee ("Don't leave home without going to the bathroom!") she always preaches. Like I've written about before, I'm much more liberal about using the bathrooms wherever I might me, unlike my boyfriend Kennard who will hurry home right after school for his daily crap (that he's been holding for hours) and then he's ready for other activities like spending time with me.

So grandpa and I waited in the spacious rental car until grandma peed and then came running out. Under my normal daily schedule I would already have arrived at my school and probably would have been on the toilet doing a pee and sometimes a crap, too. Me and several of my friends meet up for such an activity before 1st hour each morning. But grandpa's a slow driver, he stops at the yellow lights, took one wrong turn and by the time we got two blocks from school there was a larger than usual traffic jam. My need to pee was hurting me more and my bowels were activating. I didn't want to say anything with grandma present because I would get a "how many times have it told you..." type of line. As I was putting my book bag on in the back seat for the run, I pointed grandpa to a little-used road that trucks use to get to the loading dock. I knew I was risking a detention going in there but that was OK with me knowing what would happen in my new designer jeans. And I was wearing the newest of the thongs I had bought with my Christmas money.

In taking an abrupt turn, grandpa partially missed the driveway, the right wheels threw me sideways and I asked him to please speedup because I was going to be late. I was already feeling a trickle between my legs when we hit a speedbump at about 30 MPH and I texted Kennard to meet me at a sidedoor that is for emergencies only. I had already felt two or maybe three spurts of pee come out and my crap felt like it was beyond knocking. I looked between my legs at the light blue car seat and what I felt was true. There was a horizontal puddle about the size of my phone there. Finally, grandpa braked hard to let me out and I was hopeful that he wouldn't see what I was leaving behind. Luckily their luggage was in the trunk and I was hopeful they would use a dark parking garage at the airport.

This time Kennard came through. Instead of making mistakes, he surprised me. He let me in the door. The janitors' room was totally vacant and both of the doors to the two bathrooms to my right were open. I gave him my bag and told him to wait for me out in the main hall. I pulled my clothing down and took a seat on this really weird looking toilet. As I burst with more pee and then 80 percent of my crap that hadn't come out, there was a knock on the black steel door.
I feared it was a custodian or principal because I knew there were security cameras, but it was my friend Tammie. Kennard had texted her and she had a pair of jeans from her locker. She had to wear a dress for a 1st hour picture for yearbook, but was going to change out later. I finished cleaning myself for about 10 minutes. I used every bit of toilet paper available and as I sat I rolled up my thong in my jeans. I was able to jam them into my book bag. Other than a strange coarse feeling between my legs caused by no underwear, I got through my first school day of 2020.

It was strange though just dropping the jeans and having nothing else to pull down for the three pees I did at school. I don't always wipe afterwards, but I did each time for obvious reasons. I gave Kennard a couple of extra kisses at lunch, but stopped before I embarrassed him.
My grandparents were fined $250 for the damage to the car.


Taylor T
Hey all I'm here to do Catherine's survey and have a story to share... I'll have more on the way soon!!
1. Physical description of yourself: 14 years old 5'4 Brown Hair I think about 109 pounds
2. How long does it take you to pee? About half a minute up to two minutes
3. How long does it take you to poo? At school a minute or two, at home 10-15 minutes
4. What things make you poo? Anything fiber which I eat a lot of since I'm involved in sports
5. What things make you pee? Propel Water mostly
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? I like thongs better because I don't get a wedgie as badly lol.

Like I said I also have a story to share. So the other day I was with my friend Briana walking through the state park near my house. It was a nice day so we decided to walk, her house is on the other side of the state park so we had to walk from my house through the park to get to her house. Her parents weren't home so we went inside and it was warm which felt nice. We were in her kitchen and she told me she was gonna go to her room and grab something. I didn't think anything of it until 2 minutes later and realized that she wasn't back yet. I decided to go upstairs to see what was taking so long. As I got up the stairs I heard a really loud fart, I peeked around the corner and saw the light and got a bit closer and I peeked inside and saw her sitting there pooping. I heard a plop plop and plunk. I left her alone and went back downstairs. She came back and I told her I had to use the bathroom and she said it was fine. I went upstairs to her bathroom which was the first time I had ever been in there and it smelled like poop and Febreeze. I pushed my leggings and underwear down to my ankles and sat down. A big turd immediately slid out of me and splashed in and it felt so good. I started to pee and another fat turd slid out and dropped in splashing water on my bum. And one more massive turd slid out of me and splashed in. It felt so amazing since it had been 4 days saved up and all three of the turds were about 12-15 inches long. Keep in mind this took me 20 seconds lol. I wiped my bum and flushed and clogged the toilet with the first big turd. I called Briana's name and asked her if she had a plunger. She went to the closet and gave it to me and said "Wow holy s-t now that's a BIG poop" and we both laughed.


Catherine

To Jay Bee

Thank you for your kind words! I'm glad you enjoy my posts. Our family is doing very well but staying really busy! I wish I had more time to contribute. But, if you are interested, my posts go back to page 1817. I would love to hear more about you too!

All the best!

Catherine!


Steve A

Asked a Neighbor to use their bathroom

Since we had a small house fire in our basement this past week, all of our electricity and water was shut off to prevent any more accidents within the house.

Today, since our insurance company had to do some work, we had to be at the house. When we arrived their, I developed and urge to poop. I decided to knock on one of our neighbor's doors and they let me use their bathroom.

Even though I could've gone in the woods, I'd rather prefer an indoor bathroom only if it's available to me.


Ash

Constipation Relief

Hey you guys. Long time lurker, not a first time poster.

I went under an alias in the past but can't remember what I used. This is my permanent alias from now on.

I'm 25. I'm non-binary, and I live in the Midwest. I'm an artist and a political analyst. I go by they/them and he/him pronouns.

I suffer from IBS and have since I was a kid. I sometimes get diarrhea, but my IBS is mostly constipation dominant. I'm always in a lot of pain when I'm constipated, which is often. Since I was about 10 or 11, I've had issues with constipation and pain. I started abusing laxatives when I was 13. To be honest, I enjoy the sensation of purging as a general feeling, but especially diarrhea. I don't even know why, but since I was little, whenever I had diarrhea, I wouldn't feel sad or really even that sick. The urgency was sometimes a little overwhelming, but feeling I come out especially when it was a heavy load or if I'd been sick was relieving or especially if it was that kind of consistency where it's not quite solid but not liquid, more like mushy and runny.

I don't know why but having muddy, thick, urgent bowel movements has always made me feel more satisfied that's the typical solid bm.

So when I was younger I had to use laxatives for constipation, but I also used them to loosen my bowels to get them to be that consistency.

This started at 13. I started dealing with IBS at 10. Before 13, I'd only ever used one laxative under "parental" supervision (my mother's ex-husband who I specifically avoid calling my stepfather.) I remember getting really constipated and asking him for help and he purposefully gave me too much prune juice and laughed at me when I ended up getting really bad diarrhea. So after that I didn't want anyone to help me with my t*mmy troubles. In adolescence my IBS went into remission, but in college-especially after I stopped using laxatives cold turkey-it came back and so I've had to use laxatives for IBS while also healing from how I abused them as a teenager.

It sucks. I'm in pain often.

But last night I finally found a method that works for me. If I take two oral Dulcolax tablets with 16-20 oz of prune juice right before bed, 12 hours later I will have authentic stomach cramps like I'm having diarrhea (though I won't be in too much pain) and have messy but controllable diarrhea that's just the consistency that makes me feel like I had a satisfying dump, while also going often enough to feel purged but not so often it's painful.

I just had my fourth bowel movement in two hours and I feel not only really satisfied, but I still have cramps and can feel mush slushing around in my intestines and can tell I'll be back on the pot a few more times today. I feel really content and just thought I'd share that for other IBS-C patients and people who enjoy giving themselves diarrhea.

I appreciate this space. You guys have great posts.

I'll be back to post semi-regularly. I'll have good stories about pooping (mostly diarrhea) both from my past and my present. I'll talk about laxatives, enemas, and foods that loosen up stools as well as my experiences with them. I have IBS so I get upset stomachs a lot so you guys will here about it here. I don't really get the stomach flu or food poisoning, but if it happens I'll post about it here, especially if I have accidents. I don't enjoy pooping my pants on purpose, but a genuine accident always makes for good content. I enjoy surveys and will present them here and answer ones I see as I see them.

Peace and manifestations.

-Ash


leg of zelda

sherryl

Hey sherryl, first wanna say love your stories! I wish we were friends. Id love to partake in your adventures! Anyway heres your survey.
Age and Sex 28 male
2. Have you ever peed outside? Yes
3. Have you ever pooped outside? No
4. If you have peed outside, where did you do it and what were the circumstances for doing so? On a tree (mmhm just pooped some more) behind a car. Just out and no toilet around
5. Same as question 4 but for pooping. N/a
6. How long did it take you to pee/poop? Seconds maybe 30
7. What did you use as a toilet? Or did you squat? Tree, groundb bush
8. What did you use to wipe with? N/a
9. Would you ever do it again? Sure
10. Did you enjoy yourself? Sure great relife
11. Has anyone ever gone pee outside with you? No
12. Has anyone ever gone poop outside with you? No
13. How long did it take them to go? N/a
14. What did they use as a toilet? Did they squat? Na
15. What did they use to wipe with? Na


Wednesday, January 15, 2020


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.

Victoria

Rise of Skywalker

Hello. First time finding this place. I'm 35, married, one kid, nomral life. Found this place after what happened to me recently. We went to watch Rise of Skywalker after Christmas. With the previews and all it is like 3 hours long. By the end I was really desperate to pee and tried to hurry my family to the bathrooms. We finally got down the elevator and around the corner and down the hall and of course there was a line for the ladies. I still had a few people in front of me when I felt a squirt of pee escape. I clenched my muscles harder and bounced in place a bit trying to hold it. When I was next in line a little more came out. My panties felt wet now. I hoped it didn't show on my jeans. Finally a stall opened and I hurried inside and got the door shut but before I could get my pants down I leaked again, a little longer than just a spurt. I stopped it, ripped my jeans and panties down and sat and had a huge long pee. The crotch of my panties was wet front to back and my jeans had a spot about the size of an egg on the crotch, but it wasn't visible while I was standing, only if I sat and opened my legs. I had a long coat from the cold weather so I kept it wrapped tight around me to help cover the wet spot just in case. We made it home after and nobody said anything so I got away with it. I just feel dumb for having an accident at my age. A minute longer and I'd have completely wet myself no doubt!


Jess

Synchronised peeing

Hi everyone!
Before I launch into a story, I have to say that this forum has been really beneficial for me. I discovered it by accident while I was looking up ways to deal with going number two in a public place. There's always been a lot of stigma and taboo about women and bowel movements and I often felt embarrassed going in a public place. I've always had a fascination with bodily functions and having read all of your stories I'm feeling a lot more confident while on the toilet out and about. So thankyou to all for enabling me to be free and comfortable in my own skin.

Anyway, the other day I went into the gym to do a workout. I was going to do a quick pee before I got changed. When I went in there I happen to see my RPM instructor and so after hello was exchanged we both went into adjacent cubicles. She started to pee first and it sounded like a delicate tinkle. I wasn't holding out any hope for myself sounding anywhere near as dainty because mine often sounds like a big gush or as my mum would say 'Niagara Falls'

Well, My body had other plans because when I started to pee, it was a reasonable stream but it sounded very much like a tinkle and as I sat there listening to us both pee it sounded almost completely in sync. It actually gave me a lot of joy just sitting there listening to almost a melodious sound effect and put a huge smile on my face for the rest of the day. I wished I'd recorded it on my phone!

We obviously didn't discuss it when we were washing our hands at the sink and it was kind of fun being in her class immediately after while she was teaching knowing what had occurred side by side.

Anyway, that's all for now. Happy toilet adventures!
Take care,
Jess :)


Jess

Awkward public pooping session

Hi again,
I had a slightly awkward situation in my local shopping centre toilets a couple of years back. I was walking up to the shops to just grab a couple of things when on my way up there I just gradually then quickly got that really full feeling in my back door. Not wanting to chance it and wait until I got back home to use the loo, I thought it best to quickly pop into the toilets at the shopping centre. The toilets contain four cubicles And the one on the very end is a disabled one. As I entered, three of the toilets were in use but not the disabled one on the end. I noticed a lady standing at the entrance to the cubicles with her shopping trolley and I asked her if she was waiting for the loo. She said no she was just waiting for her little girl in one of the cubicles.

Therefore I headed into that end cubicle, shut the door and got down to business. Surprisingly I had to pee first but not a huge amount. At this stage of my session I noticed that a couple of the other people had flushed but the little girl was still remaining as she was singing away and her mum was talking to her. I always prefer pooping in a bathroom where there's more cubicles and more than one other person in with me. However the situation was beyond my control and I just couldn't hang on any more. Unfortunately the room had gone quiet then and the lady was waiting patiently for her daughter. I hoped and prayed that my poo would be silent but unfortunately it wasn't to be. It erupted with a loud crackle and heavy sounding plop. A couple more reasonable sounding plops followed and then a soft plop with a bit of a fart on the end.

This is where it gets a tiny bit awkward. I was just about to wipe when the lady waiting said "Are you doing a poo, little one?" to her daughter in the other cubicle. Oh my goodness! Then to add to the awkwardness the little girl replied "no mummy, that must be someone else" Oh dear, my face went flame red! I was also hoping I wasn't stinking up the bathroom too much! The little girl then mentioned to her mum that she was trying to poo but it was stuck and the lady said "that's ok sweetie, take your time". We were still the only ones in the bathroom.

I started to wipe and realised I wasn't going to really be able to avoid the walk of shame. After my initial embarrassment, I thought, well, that lady's a mum and she'd understand that everyone poops so I thought what the heck! I'll walk out with my head held high. I smiled sheepishly at her while washing my hands and tried to act casual. I told her I hoped that her little girl could get some relief soon. The lady was really friendly and thanked me very much but suspected she'd be waiting a while for her little girl.

Anyway, it all ended up ok, and I went to the shops feeling much better, despite a little bit of embarrassment.

Take care,
Jess :)


Siford

My butt: the human sponge

I started junior high at 11, a year before I should have because I was in an accelerated learning. So I was mostly smaller in size than the other boys and very definitely overly-awkward in using the bathroom.

For the first time in school, we were now changing classrooms every 40 minutes or so. The passing period was 4 minutes. In such a situation I knew early on that getting a crap in would be an embarrassment; actually quite futile. But taking a piss became an even bigger problem. My mom would wake me and then run out to work. I was petrified about not managing my time well and missing the bus. Walking up the steps onto the bus, seeing the driver take the red off my name on his lap top, that was great. Now I was less stressed, although I often forgot to piss before leaving home. So between 1st and 2nd hour I was more than willing and needing to piss.

I made sure I was one of the first to arrive in the bathroom, although within 30 seconds or so there would be a crowd, especially for the wall-mounted urinal trough. It was as long as a side wall of my bedroom. There was no partition to separate a awkward guy like me with less developed junk from being inspected by other users in each side with a lot more confidence, if you know what I mean.

A larger problem I had was that in dressing so fast in my dimly-lit bedroom, I often yanked my briefs out of the jam in my underwear drawer and jumped into them. Then I would jump into my jeans, although I felt I was making progress because there had not been a situation for a month or so when someone had to remind me to zip up. That happened a couple of times when my friend Nanci, who had become sensitive to my needs, would smile and give me the quick up-signal with her right thumb.

Now for three consecutive days of the first week of school I would get to the urinal, unzip, and grapple to get my penis out. I would use both hands to try to find the slot opening in my briefs. Within seconds, other guys were coming in and the older ones would verbally and non-verbally f*** with me. Thinking fast, I unbuckled and dropped my jeans and then yanked down my briefs. I just wanted them partially down, but the fact that they hit my shoes caused hooting and yelling. One guy behind me, a couple of years older and twice my size, shoved me out of the way just as my piss was starting to come out.

All I could think of was to back up and dive for the other side of the room where the toilets were. Luckily, directly behind me, there was an open toilet. The others had occupants and it was evident why this alternative was open. There was a piece of black crap floating on top of the yellow water. The large black toilet seat was dripping with piss. I didn't want to nor did I have time to think about how many guys had left such a mess for me. I threw my butt onto the seat, did a very successful draining without any privacy door, and with others waiting and calling me some pretty bad names.

I finished, bolted out of there and luckily had my jeans up and zipped when I reached the hallway and got to 2nd hour. I took the back seat right behind Nanci. Our teacher was late, too, and Nanci turned and asked me if I had taken a wrong turn in coming to class. She looked down and asked me to check my zipper. I gave her a fast thumb-up. It was about the only thing right I had done that day.


Amanda
I'm glad I found this site. I'm 20 now, but when I was in 7th grade there was this girl that had 2 accidents(that I know of). The first one I still can't figure out. I don't know how bad she had to go but it seemed like she just kind of gave up. She went up to the teacher's desk to ask for the bathroom a second time and when she was denied she just backed up a few steps, stood there, and peed her pants. She did pee like a gallon so yeah she probably had to go really bad. But up until then she was also one of the more popular girls in the class. The weird thing is she also didn't seem all that embarrassed. She WAS embarrassed, but nothing compared to what I would feel. First of all I would've just walked out of the classroom before having an accident. And if I did have an accident I probably would've been on suicide watch if I did that, especially at that age. She just went to the teacher and said "I peed my pants," It was almost like she did it out of anger that she wasn't allowed to go. I've always wondered what was going through her head. Later that year she had another accident. I also went home on the same bus as her and well… she didn't make it home. I think that was the one that really hurt her reputation. There were older kids on the bus that witnessed that one and that spread around school quickly. I moved away the next year so I don't know what happened later, but ever since then that subject always kind of intrigued me.


Anna from Austria

Question for the ladies

Have got a new question for my fellow ladies.

Do you go by certain criteria when choosing a toilet stall in public ladies rooms?

I am bit weird in that regard I guess. Besides the basics, the toilet has to be rather clean and there has to enough toilete paper I also try to avoid company intentionally when I need to poo.

If one or 2 stalls are taken and there plenty empty stalls left I try to chose the stalls that are far away the taken ones.

This habit is remain of my high schools days. At school pooping at school was considered uncool by many girls, and if some of them were in the stall next to mine in the girls bathroom they tend to comment on the sounds I made. I was so annoyed by that I tried to avoid neighbors as much as possible.

I tended to keep this habit, although the problem ended after I graduated. Haven't heard any mean comments on my pooping sounds after school.

As far I as I have noticed so far I am alone with that habit. Other ladies seem to be less picky than me when choosing their stall.

On the contrary they seem to like having company when doing their business subconsciously at least.

The reason why I am saying this is because I have noticed many times that some ladies took the stall next to me, although their were many empty stalls left. It could also be that they were just lazy and the stall next to me seemed to be the closed for them. I do not know.

How do you ladies handle this? Do like company or do you prefer using a stall that is far away other taken stalls if you have the choice?


Greetings from Austria

Anna


Sherryl

Bad diarrhea

So the other day I had a really bad strain of diarrhea. The night before I had a couple of polish sausages with hot mustard and sauerkraut and onions. They were a little on the greasy side but I didn't think much of it. Well, the next morning I woke up and farted and I was hit with that " you better get to the toilet or you're gonna shit yourself" feeling. So I rushed to the potty, through my PJs and panties off and sat on the toilet and two lumps of wet poop slid out followed by a rush of liquid poop. I felt so relieved. I also had a really loud fart that stunk something awful. So I wiped my butt and got ready for work.
I thought I was done with it but when I got to work it hit again but this time it was all liquid and it just shot out of me as I sat down and just pooooped. It took me a while to get cleaned up n make sure that was the last of it. Thankfully it was the end of it.


Sherryl

Survey

So this is a survey for pooping and peeing outside.

1. Age and Sex
2. Have you ever peed outside?
3. Have you ever pooped outside?
4. If you have peed outside, where did you do it and what were the circumstances for doing so?
5. Same as question 4 but for pooping.
6. How long did it take you to pee/poop?
7. What did you use as a toilet? Or did you squat?
8. What did you use to wipe with?
9. Would you ever do it again?
10. Did you enjoy yourself?
11. Has anyone ever gone pee outside with you?
12. Has anyone ever gone poop outside with you?
13. How long did it take them to go?
14. What did they use as a toilet? Did they squat?
15. What did they use to wipe with?


LC

Severe Desperation on Road Trip

This story occurred about ten years ago.

I dated a woman at the time who grew it in a major city about six hours away from where we lived. Every so often we would drive up to her mom's house for the weekend. She had grown up with her mom and her sister in a quaint red brick and mortar four-plex in one of the City's older districts where mature trees lined the streets. Their flat had two bedrooms and one small bathroom where everything was in arm's reach and crowded with two occupants. The bathroom had no fan but a big, double hung window. Ironically, the window didn't offer great ventilation for the bathroom and my GF warned that they often left the bathroom door open to air out. The bathroom also opened into the eating area, so it was less than ideal to go number two if people were using that space.

We left early Friday morning on this particular trip. I didn't have the urge to go before we left and figured I would go at some point during the drive. However, that urge never came. To complicate bathroom matters, her sister's family was there, too. They lived down the street but it was customary for everyone to hang out at Mom's place, so there wasn't much privacy with all of the people. I figured I would use the bathroom while out in a public place over the weekend.

In typical fashion, it was a weekend of indulgences. We went to some of their favorite restaurants and also had a number of large meals at their house. Sunday morning came and I still had not had the urge to go since the trip began. We had a big brunch before I set out to return home by myself. My GF decided to stay for the week as she wanted to spend more time with her niece and nephew. We took some photos just before departure, but I could feel that the coffee made things percolate in a familiar way. I ignored the feeling and soon it went away.

I filled the car with gas the night before so I immediately set out on the drive back. Things were quiet for a while but the feeling returned about two hours in. I tried to ignore it again, but my belly felt distended, which meant there was no denying the inevitable. For some reason, I thought I could hold it the whole way, so I passed up a number of exits with either gas stations or rest areas. It was probably an hour later before my body decided it had enough with my stubborn mindset. Suddenly, things began to become extremely urgent. I fought back cramps several times and was afraid to even let gas escape at this point, which caused even more discomfort. My palms began to sweat and I had to shift positions to help hold it in. Unfortunately, I found myself in one of the more remote stretches of the drive with no immediate place to stop. Signs indicated that gas was far off in the distance, though, there would be a rest area a bit sooner.

Another sign indicated that the rest stop was ten miles up the road and I hoped I would make it. My body wasn't going to cooperate. I suffered severe cramps minutes later. I sincerely thought I was going to poop my pants, but warded off disaster once more. There was no way I would make it to the rest stop if this kept up. By some divine mercy, I came upon an exit that was not previously mentioned on other signs. Its sign indicated that two gas stations sat a short distance away. I took the exit and saw the first gas station on the right about 500 feet up the road. It had a semi gravel lot but otherwise looked like it had just undergone renovations. I noticed a sign in the window that said bathrooms for customers only, as I pulled in. I wheeled around to the pumps. I still had more than half a tank but figured I needed to fill up to justify the use of the bathroom. I awkwardly exited the car so as not to trigger another involuntary release attempt. Anyone could have figured out my situation if they paid attention. I slid my credit card, selected the gas, opened the gas cap, and began to pump. I went to set the switch on the handle to let it self pump when I was hit with a massive cramp. I doubled over. The poop almost forced itself out but I managed to reign it in. I wasn't sure if it permanently breached, as I had full body sweats at this point and everything back there felt swampy. I regained my composure, set the latch for auto pump, and gingerly headed inside.

The bathroom was down a corridor immediately off to the left of the store entry. I nodded hello to the clerk and proceeded to the bathroom. I hadn't noticed at first but there was a single small restaurant style booth in the corner to the left, opposite the bathroom door, which was on the right side of the corridor. There was a young woman seated there, maybe late teens or early twenties. She said something as I walked by but it just sounded like a mumble and I wasn't even sure if she was talking to me or her phone. My salvation was a single occupancy, unisex bathroom and the latch read unoccupied.

I opened the door. It was reasonably clean, had both a urinal and high powered, elongated commercial toilet. I noticed the buzz of the fan and the bright lights, but it was an other standard gas station restroom. I quickly locked the door behind me. Suddenly, I was hit with another strong cramp and shooting pains at my rectum. I clenched once more, contorted my body, and shuffled as fast as I could to the toilet while I remained clenched and undid my pants. It was an odd dance but it was all I could manage to hold it back.

I had finally made it. I double over again as I sat. My body contracted and expelled in the same way as urgent diarrhea, but this wasn't diarrhea. It felt soft but well formed, probably between a 3 or a 4 on the Bristol stool chart. I honestly cannot remember anything else in those initial moments other than relief and surrender. The crackling of the rapid evacuation probably carried on for the several second before I felt it touch the back of the bowl. It didn't break off but bowed, which caused the exiting part to brush up against one of my cheeks. I had to shift to the opposite side and partially lift my bum to give it free pass and it roared out for another few seconds. I immediately noticed the powerful smell emanating from below my undercarriage and was so glad I avoided going at my GF's mom's house. Silent gas escaped at the end of the first release as I reoriented back to normal posture. Moments later another thick column moved into position. It felt thick and soft like the first and crackled out. I could feel it break into segments every so often, which is more customary for me. The smell continued to intensify.
I aimed myself for what ended up being a horse piss. I hadn't peeked in the bowl yet but could tell it was a lot because the pee just sounded like it struck against poo instead of water. I finished peeing but still had a heavy feeling in my bowels. I shifted a bit and flexed my core to try to induced some movement. It worked, as moments later my body expelled an array of long, thin snakes with some silent gas in between each piece. There were maybe five total. I finally felt done.

I rose to inspect the damage and wipe. This was a bowl filler even for this big basin toilet. The first piece was easy to identify. It partially floated along the edge of the water and reached around the bowl from 6 o'clock to 3:30 positions in clockwise fashion. It was probably close to 24" given the dimensions of the bowl. It was an even dark brown and looked the thicker than a toilet paper tube. The segments from the second round ranged in size from 1" to 5" or so and there were probably six or seven of them with the same girth as the first. It filled in most of the rest of the water and down into the trap. The snakes sat right in the middle, eclipsed the water line at it's highest point and seemed to force some segments down into the hole. The water began to turn brown where my pee had struck a piece.

The industrial fan and heavy, well fitting door probably kept the smell inside the bathroom, but it was definitely 9 out of 10 on the stink meter. It had the familiar notes but I could practically taste it. Most anyone not into these types of things would have been wholly offended. I figured I better flush before what promised to be a messy wipe. I pressed the lever but nothing happened. I pressed it again and nothing happened. The words of the woman outside the bathroom suddenly registered, "The bathroom is out of order". I couldn't believe it. I had just taken this monstrous dump and had to leave it for some poor plumber. I pressed the lever again to confirm the reality of the situation and again nothing happened. I began to wipe and realized just how close I was to messing myself. Some had gotten out and I had clenched it before it reached my underwear. I made a couple passes with the regular paper to clear off what I could. I threw those in the toilet to hide some of the contents. It was the least I could do to prevent someone else from getting an unpleasant face full. I then wetted and soaped up the heavier duty paper towels for the hands and used them as wet wipes. I threw those in the trash. I felt completely clean and redressed.

I took one more peek at the toilet and knew that this had to rank up some place on the all time list. It became especially memorable because I had to leave it unflushed, which is something I would never consider if I could help it. I composed myself expecting that I'd receive stares from the woman and clerk upon my exit. I pulled the bathroom door open and noticed a poorly written sign on the door that read "out of order". How did I miss that, too? The woman was still there. We locked eyes for a moment as I excited. She had to know I did something in there, the whole ordeal took 5 - 7 minutes. I walked out to the car, which was filled by now and got back on the road.

LC


Taylor

Running relief

Hi everyone, I hope you are all doing well. I have a couple of replies and a quick story today.
Victoria B - Thank you for the information! I will definitely be looking into one of those and if possible, I'll be getting one fitted in my flat! I'm really looking forward to your future stories.

Jess - Welcome! I am so pleased that my writing is helping you. I'm looking forward to reading some of your stories.

Catherine -

I'm 5'9, 140 lbs, long brown hair, D cup, kinda curvy
It takes me anywhere between 25 - 60 seconds to pee depending on how long I've been holding it
It takes me about 5 - 10 minutes. I don't rush it.
Large meals make me poop, Chinese food especially.
Caffeine makes me pee, energy drinks are a nightmare.
I always wash my hands after peeing if I can
I always wash my hands after pooping if I can
N/A
I like a variety of underwear but my every day goto is usually thongs. I don't like VPL and I feel pretty wearing them, but I wear all sorts from boyshorts, to briefs, to lace french knickers and anything inbetween.

Story time!

A few years ago I changed my diet to a healthier one and now I'm wanting to get into shape in 2020, so I've taken up running! Today was my first day out and it was better than I expected for a couple of reasons. 1) I wasn't as unfit as I predicted but most importantly 2) I pooped outdoors!

I woke up at 7am and didn't see the point in showering before my run only to shower again afterwards so I skipped my morning routine and after having a glass of water, I put on my leggings, sports bra and t-shirt and headed outside. I already had a route planned, mostly through the park and it was so quiet, I didn't see a single soul. About 10 minutes into my run I felt the familiar urge to poop, I usually go first thing in the morning and the running hadn't done me any favours. Instead of trying to hold it until I got home, I decided to duck into the trees and go there.

Once I was happy I was hidden from view I pulled my leggings down as I squatted, my butt sort of resting on the back of my heels. It was really comfortable. I relaxed and waited for my body to let go, my heart beating more from the excitement than the exercise and after a short while I was gently opened up. I made the most of the opportunity to have a little rest and catch my breath as my poop slowly slid out of me, coiling beneath me on the ground. It was lovely! It eventually broke off and feeling empty I got myself something to wipe with. I always keep a packet of kleenex with me wherever I go, keeping it in my bra in this case and I started peeing as I opened it, a faint splashing being heard as it hit the dirt below. Once I was done I used three tissues to wipe my behind while I was squatting and a fourth to wipe my front, reaching between my legs half stood up. I looked at my creation as I pulled up my shorts, a beautifully coiled, fat, long turd. It was like art! I had a quick peek to make sure the coast was clear and continued with my run, feeling much happier and much, much lighter.


JW

Squating to poop

I don't know if moderator will allow the name of a product on here or not, but there is a product on the USA market that fits in front of our standard toilet. You place your feet on it, and it puts your body in much more of a squat than a normal sitting posture. Its supposed to make pooping easier because it proports to straightens the rectum and thus less bearing down is required to get the job done.
I'm wondering how folks on here feel about? Do you know the item I'm referring to? Has anyone had any experience with it? In general has anyone got any thoughts/feelings on squatting as an aid to pooping?--JW


LC

Replies

@ Sherryl - thanks for the kind remarks. I like the toilets at work a bit more than our home toilet but I don't have to use them often.

@ masterblaster - thanks for the comment. That's a good question. I had to think about it. I probably have a list of ten or so that stand out to me for one reason or another and are of substantial amount for me. I'll post one of those stories now in a separate post.

I think large amounts are generally a function of two things, frequency or lack thereof and quantity of food intake, especially those high in fiber. I'm pretty regular but take in a high amount of food with a good amount of fiber, like lots of green vegetables. It's seldom I miss a day and almost never miss more than 48 hours, though that does happen once in a while. I've been amazed by the amount of others through first hand observation and stories from what are clearly a combination of both factors.


Brian

Helping out my (now) girlfriend

Hello, first time poster here. This story is what led up to me dating my girlfriend, brooke. It happened a couple months ago while a group of our friends were on vacation together. There were 8 of us total, 4 guys and 4 girls. Brooke and i have been friends for quite awhile and we are both 19. She is a very petite blonde and about 5'4". We were staying in 2 hotel suites, one for the guys and one for the girls. The 3rd day there We all spent the day wandering around town and shopping while going out to eat and arrived back at the hotel late afternoon. A few hours went by with Most of us hanging out in 1 room and watching tv/movies when i noticed i hadnt seen brooke in awhile. I checked both rooms and she wasnt there. I asked her friend katie and katie said brooke had taken a walk a little earlier but she wasnt back yet, and also that brooke had been acting a little off today but she wouldnt say why. So i decided to take my own walk and look for brooke. I checked the common area/lobby, the fitness room and finally the pool area. Sure enough i spotted brooke in a pool chair lounger on her phone. She was the only one in the pool area, as it was a week night during the "off season". I walked over and took the chair next to her and layed down, asking if she was ok with some company. "Sure" was her only reply. We made small talk for awhile and katie was right, something seemed off about brooke. She was being awfully quiet when normally she is very outgoing. I asked her if she was ok and she said "not really but i dont want to talk about it" so i left it alone. By now it was getting later, probably around 930 pm. I told brooke i was heading back to the room and to let me know if she needed anything. I got up to leave and she said "wait, brian, i have to tell you something, but you need to promise never to tell anyone else, im so embarrassed but i dont know what else to do or who to talk to, and i dont trust katie or the other girls not to say anything". Brooke had a blank, sad look on her face so i knew whatever it was she must have felt pretty uncomfortable with. "I promise, i wouldnt say anything to anyone, you can trust me" i told her. "I know weve known each other awhile but still, this is super embarrassing for me" she replied. I asked her what was up but she still was hesistant to say. "Its ok, brooke, you can tell me, i promise, no matter what it is i wont say anything or think any different of you". Brooke was having trouble even making eye contact with me, and just kind of stared at the floor. "Ok" she finally said. "I dont know how to say this...gosh i cant believe what im about to tell you, but......i havent been able to go to the bathroom since weve been here, and im super uncomfortable". "I dont know what to do, bri." I told her i was sorry she was going thru that and gave her a hug. "Do you need to use the bathroom now"? I asked her. She hesitantly replied "yes, ive had to for most of the day but i just cant do it. Every time ive had to pee today ive tried but its not working". "I had the urge to go yesterday but by the time we got back to the hotel it was gone". I told her i felt really bad for her and asked if there was anything she needed or that i could do. "Well i need to go, but i dont want to do it in the room, its going to take me awhile and i dont want anyone else knowing im having trouble". She took a deep breath and slowly asked "would you be ok with sitting by me and helping me out?" I told her "yes of course but only if you are ok with it!" She said she didnt think she had a choice. She then asked how are we going to do it without anyone knowing? I had an answer for that...."well, we are the only ones down here, and theres a family bathroom in here" i laughed a little and brooke asked whats funny? I said "i only know about that bathroom because, well, i needed a little privacy from the group yesterday myself" that made brooke smile a little. I led her over to the bathroom and she let me in. She walked over to the toilet and told me to turn around while she took her yoga pants and panties down. "Oh of course, hang on ive got an idea" i left the bathroom for a couple seconds and got a pool towel for brooke so she could cover her lap while sitting down. "Here, cover yourself with this when you sit down" i told her. "Arent you a gentleman" replied a smirking brooke. She seated herself and covered up. "Ok come here and sit by me" she said. I grabbed a pool chair and sat next to her. "I cant believe im about to do this" brooke said. I told her "just pretend im not here, and i swear i wont say anything. We all go to the bathroom, and your not the only one who has a rough time, i promise". I could tell brooke was embarrassed and was very hesistant to be doing this. It took her several minutes to get up the confidence to start trying to go. "Just relax" i told her, and began to rub her shoulders. She eventually began to try to go, but started off very slow and with little pushes. I kept rubbing her back and shoulders when she said "im going to have to start trying harder, but it hurts, so could i hug you or squeeze you while im trying?" I said "absolutely, anything you need". I got in front of her and she hugged me and took a deep breath. Brooke began to push harder and was squeezing me pretty good with her efforts. After a few minutes she was whimpering after each push, but would suck in another breath and continue to try. Another few minutes went by and i asked her if she was ok and how she was doing. "Its really big and hard, im struggling, brian!" She whimpered. "Its ok, just take your time, it will be over soon" i encouraged her. She resumed pushing and squeezing me. After several more attempts her movement was finally starting to come out. I could hear it crackling out of her. "Ugh this is so hard and embarrasing, but thank you for being here" she said. I reassured her it was fine and i didnt think any different of her. "Keep pushing brooke, your doing good, it will be over soon" i comforted her. She took about 10 more minutes of concentrating and straining pretty hard when the loudest splash was heard under her. This made brooke bust out laughing and sighing from the relief. "That should make you feel better" ijoked. "Dont tease me while im vulnerable, smartass!" She replied. I asked if she was done and she said no, but i think i can finish on my own. "Ok ill wait outside for you, take your time" i said. I waited outside so she could finish and wipe in private. She came out about 8 minutes later and hugged me really hard and thanked me. She said she didnt know what she would have done if i wasnt there with her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and held my hand all the way back to the room. We ended up snuggling on the couch finshing a movie with me giving her another back/shoulder rub. This experience definitely brought us closer. She actually took me on a "date" to thank me after we got home and after the night was over, told me she thinks we would make a "cute couple, what do you think!?" Of course i agreed. Weve been dating ever since!


Sunday, January 12, 2020


Constiguy

Company

I note the post by Phoebe . I love company ! Due to my medical condition doing a poo can be very exhausting and at the end I can be very shaky for a while . My best experience was long ago I was very constipated which was nothing unusual and I had an enema and my therapist was massaging my colon. This was done with me lying on the floor . She said rather than getting up to sit on the toilet she would put a pot under me when the need arise . It worked so well because I was more easily able to push out my BM whilst she pushed down on my colon. More recently I have had my rectum lubricated and sat on the throne and wrapped my arms around the therapist legs as I lent forward and bore down and pushed to words of encouragement and lower back rubbed.


Elphaba

My stomach was acting weird yesterday.

Having just had breakfast I felt like I could poo, so I went into my bathroom, dropped my pyjama bottoms and sat down on the toilet. After emptying my bladder, I began to push and I could feel the log make contact with so many nerve endings as it made its way down my rectum so much so by the time it fell out of my bumhole I was having a 'poo orgasm'. After my breath stopped being shallow and fast I opened my eyes and then wiped and flushed.

Later on, I was in town doing some clothes shopping and after buying a bra and Stranger Things t-shirt from Primark I decided to have lunch in the Costa in the food court of the Shopping Centre. As I was eating a chicken and bacon sandwich and drinking a flat white and an apple juice I felt my bladder filling up so I knew that the first thing I was going to do after finishing the chapter in my book was visit the loo. The Costa itself didn't have a bathroom so I had to go into the Marks and Spencer's opposite. Reaching the women's loo, every cubical was in use. But I didn't have to wait for long as within thirty seconds the last one opened up and I replaced a woman who looked 40-something. I placed my bag on the floor and then took off green coat and hanged it on the hook on the back of the door. Next, I pulled up my dungaree dress and pulled down my tights and navy panties before sitting on the loo. My wee stream then started and lasted for about a minute. As it tapered off suddenly a load of runny poo shot out of my bum quite unexpectedly. This caught me completely off guard as I didn't think I needed to poo. I stayed sitting on the loo for another fifteen minutes during which my stomach started to hurt and another load of runny poo came out. (In this time a woman entered the cubical next to mine and I think she was pooing or trying to poo as she spent five minutes on the loo after finishing her wee and I heard several soft grunts) After my stomach began to feel better and after sensing that no more was going to come, I stood up and looked into the bowl to see that the water had turned brown. Sitting down again wiping took forever - I must have gone through half the loo roll. After getting redressed I exited the cubical and took extra care to wash my hands. I was going to visit H&M and New Look but thought that if my stomach was dodgy, I better go home where I would be close to the toilet if I needed to go again. However, it's been 24hrs since and my bowels have returned to normal. I think the perhaps it was due to the apple juice I had as sometimes I have had runny poo after having fruit juice (although that normally happens after I've had a lot of fruit juice in a small time whereas this was only a small bottle) or perhaps it was a late reaction anxiety poo after an extremely stressful day at work the previous day.

Also here are my responses to Catherine's survey

1. Physical description of yourself: 5'7'', blue eyes, Caucasian, slightly cubby, brown hair that comes down to my shoulders
2. How long does it take you to pee? Anywhere between thirty seconds and a minute and a half
3. How long does it take you to poo? Five minutes on average; I normally poo within the first minute or so, but I like to stay on the loo to see if anything else is forthcoming
4. What things make you poo? As I said in my story above, lots of fruit juice and being anxious. Also, heavy meals
5. What things make you pee? Coke cola
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? N/A (I'm a nurse so I attach great importance to hand hygiene)
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? - briefs because I like the feeling of my whole bum being covered.

And finally, Jess I really liked your story of Jenny and you after that New Years party


Phoebe

Husband loves company

Does anyone else's husband love company while they go?? My husband is 40, very tall and Scandinavian looking(his fam is from Norway originally) he eats a tonne all the time and I think he kind of likes or is proud of the amount he eats and the amount he "goes" as a result! Last night we were sitting on the couch watching Netflix when he began to hold his belly in a sort of absent minded way. I recognised the signs and said do you need to go to the bathroom? Yes... he said and blushed. Will you come with me? I said yes and followed him as he walked quite fast to the bathroom. He sat down quickly and immediately a long fart pushed out of him. Wow you must really need to go, I said. Yep, he said, I ate two cheeseburgers yesterday and lunch and... ughhhh... they always make me... BTHHHHTPPPP he farted again and held his stomach. It's ok baby, I told him. Just let it all out. The stink of his full bowels was already very strong and he hadn't even passed anything solid yet. His face turned red. Need to poo, he grunted. I rubbed his shoulders and felt his body tense as another loud fart was pushed into the toilet. It's starting, he said in a strained voice. I heard a crackling sound coming from underneath him. The smell got even stronger.
That's it baby. Pushhhh
Ugh
Come on
Ughhhhh... BBRRRRRTTTT... krkkl... PLOP
Good... is it all coming out?
Yeah... hnnn PLUP... PLOP PLOP PLOP
He was really emptying himself. As he leaned forward I saw yet another thick poo crowning and the toilet was already full. He strained loudly and the last chunk dropped into the toilet. Afterwards he was sweating and pulled me into his lap for a hug. I rubbed his much flatter belly causing one more fart to burst out of him, then I left the room so he could clean up.
Anyone else have similar stories about boyfriends/husbands? I think it's so sweet when guys like company while letting it all out on the toilet! x


Imogen

Catherine's survey

I decided to fill in Catherine's survey!


1. Physical description of yourself 5'5", brown hair (anywhere between shoulders and bum depending!), brown eyes, slightly curvy.
2. How long does it take you to pee? about a minute or two
3. How long does it take you to poo? it depends, normally I take 5-10 minutes
4. What things make you poo? heavy meals, fried things
5. What things make you pee? caffeine!
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? almost always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? if I have to have a wee outside there isn't anywhere to wash your hands, or if there's no soap, but otherwise I'll wash
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? - I'm not a fan of thongs, I'll wear them very occasionally, but I normally wear knickers or lacey pants, which I prefer anyway.


Ronette

Child care with the opposite sex

I did a lot of child care over the two weeks of winter break, so much that my grandpa joked that it was what he made in a full month when he got his first job in 1961.

One of my boys was Seth. He's well mannered for 7, energetic and for the most part I enjoy him. His parents are separated, own a company, and gone a lot. So he and I bond well. The problem is that we spend much of our time away from home (zoo, big city library, and city auditorium, etc.) and I'm not comfortable on how to handle the situation whenever he or I have to go to the bathroom.

I've always been the person who has to pee frequently and often it is something I can't anticipate ahead of time. One time we were coming home from the zoo and while waiting on the subway platform for our train, I had to pee. All the pop I had drank and then finishing off Seth's refill had gone through me. Pretty often, although I don't like to admit it, the need arises while I transfer from one train to another.

The bathrooms are bad in terms of cleanliness. They are crowded, the two fully open toilets offer no privacy for users except the one brick wall between the two of them that is only about a foot high. But with a child with me and I know I don't want him waiting for me outside in the crowd, I have to bring him in. I've tried a couple of things. The first time I had him wait with me until the toilet opened. Then I took him to the front of the toilet, a foot or so ahead of me, and have him stand looking away from me. I had just dropped my butt onto the seat when I realized it wasn't good for him to be standing there directly facing women waiting to, and often impatiently, replace me on the toilet.

Last week at the subway station we were somewhat lucky. Neither of the toilets was in use. So I had Seth go into the first space, open his jeans and pretend he was peeing while I quickly took my seat and prayed that I could get immediate relief for my bulging bladder. This mean lady came in almost dropping her packages and she started swearing about the condition of the room. She was asking me directions to something I had never heard of. I could not get a trickle out of my pee stream and so I grabbed Seth and we got out of there. Luckily, our train was on time, packed and we had to stand in the aisle, so I had to practically drag him up the stairs to our final transfer station.

This time I was so desperate and almost crying because I could some leakage between my legs and I knew I was a second or two away from a flood. And it didn't help when Seth told me our running made him need to poo. I said a couple of bad words to him that I shouldn't have, but I know he knew I was frustrated. We ran around a wall into the ladies room. A woman about the age of my mom was on the first toilet and wasn't showing any movement. The other toilet was open so right in front of Seth I yanked my black underwear and jeans down. I threw myself onto the toilet, and immediately the cloud between my legs burst open. I slid back on the seat, grabbed for Seth, helped him drop his sweats, and found that he indeed has been holding a lot of softer poo in. Luckily he wasn't constipated because another train or two had arrived and we were being closely watched by the growing number of ladies waiting for us.

Seth told his mom about the experience and two days later she texted me to say that I had done the right thing and something about good leadership. And she booked me for two other dates next month.


Erik (USA)

Vincene's Response

Before I respond to Vincene's response to the question I posted about childhood habits, I would like the moderator to know that I modified my posting name by adding USA in parentheses (that's where I was born) to avoid confusion with another person on this site who spells his name the same way that I do. Thanks. And now, to the business at hand. To Vincene: Thanks a lot for the reply. A lot of other people may have called your mom "Psycho Mom" for letting you soil your pants as a kid, but I don't. I applaud her for what she did on those occasions. There aren't a lot of parents who let their kids poop in their pants. Your mom did. And she gets my support for that.


Sherryl

To Kaylee

You poop in nature/outside too? That's cool. I don't find it embarrassing either as I do it all the time. What are some of your best experiences with doing it?


Anna from Austria

pooping outdoor

@Kaylee Yes I had to poop outdoor for 2 times already. And it was ok.

I do not consider it embarrassing necessarily. With a perfect hidding spot that grants ample privacy it is alright. I was lucky the 2 instances I had to go. Nobody could see me.

I just find the though embarrasing that somebody could see me with my private parts exposed and that sombody could see my turds coming out from my rear.

greetings from Austria

Anna


Jess

New here and Responses to Catherine's survey

Hi everyone! My name's Jess and I've been lurking around here for nearly 4 years now, and must admit, I find it to be an amazing forum. I especially love Taylor, Victoria B, Brittany B, Catherine and Mina's stories. All have helped me feel less self conscious about bowel movements. Anyway, by way of introduction I'll answer Catherine's survey. Here goes:

1. I'm tall and slim around 5:9, bob style cut, brown hair and 36 years old.
2. It usually takes me anywhere between 10 and 30 seconds to pee. The longer I've been holding, the longer my pee lasts.
3. It usually takes me under a minute to poo. I have quite bulky movements which are often effortless to pass.
4. High fibre foods, water, kombucha and exercise all help me to poo. Beans, lentils, raspberries and green vegetables all add great volume to my poos.
5. Water, cucumber, celery and lots of fluids make me wee.
6. 95% of the time I'll wash my hands after I pee, but I may not always in the middle of the night if going straight back to bed and I'm feeling too tired, or if I'm about to hop in the shower.
7. I'll always 100% wash my hands after I poo.
8. See my response in question 6.
9. I always wear full briefs. In Australia we call thongs, G-strings and I cannot stand that permanent wedgie up the butt feeling!!

Thanks everyone! I'll have some stories for you soon.
Jess


Victoria B.

Catherine's survey

Here we go!

1. Physical description of yourself
2. How long does it take you to pee?
3. How long does it take you to poo?
4. What things make you poo?
5. What things make you pee?
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)?
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)?
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why?

1. 5'9" 135 lbs with brown hair, pale blue eyes and glasses. Small breasts, big hips and a huge butt. A juicy pear in other words.
2. About 30 seconds on average. My bladder can hold a decent amount.
3. Between five and ten minutes depending on whether I'm pooping in public, at a friend's place or at home.
4. Greens, nuts, coffee, carbs in general.
5. Coffee, beer
6. Always
7. Always
8. N/A
9. I wear all kinds of panties from skimpy thongs to full booty coverage boyshorts. Buying underwear is one of my favorite things to do and significant life events or achievements are often celebrated with a new pair or two. Aerie and Savage x Fenty are my favorites!

Curious to see what others have to say!

Love,
Victoria!


Vincene

Erik's question

Were you ever told to hold your poop or given permission to poop your pants when you were a kid?

Yes. This happened on several occasions, mostly when we were traveling, and the bathrooms were too dirty or didn't have the seat protectors available. Mom was adamant about that. Your body was never to have direct contact with a public toilet seat. Period! So I would reluctantly let go in my underwear and Mom would throw it and the contents out at first chance. Imagine how I felt hearing the person sitting to my right and left in a public bathroom leisurely sitting and peeing and/or crapping away with "psycho Mom" trying to explain lamely why she had such high standards for me.

Of course, when I was 16 and our family moved from one part of the country to another, and my new school didn't have the toilet seat tissues that I had gotten use to, I reluctantly let go of my training and I haven't looked back in more than 10 years since seeing the light. Just this morning I stopped for gas and had my crap at a gas station on my way in to work. They did have the seat sheets, but I haven't used one for so long I probably wouldn't be able to unfold it and place it on the seat right. However, I'm nearing 30 and do have to remember when I'm traveling with Mom to spread toilet paper over the seat before sitting down. She's been doing it for 60 years and swears by it.


Kaylee

To Anna from Austria

Anna have you already pooped somewhere in nature? I don't consider it embarrassing -Kaylee


Victoria B.

Replies

Hey!

Just a few responses for today

To Minappe: It's kind of a low-tech equivalent to the washlets you have on the green and beige loos. My bidet isn't a separate toilet seat, but something that attaches to the seat and to the water supplies for both the toilet (cold water) and the sink (hot water). There's no electricity involved because American bathrooms always include the toilet. It's in a room with other water-using fixtures, not in a separate room and there's almost never an outlet next to it like in Japanese loos.

That being said, you can wash both front and back if needed. It's controlled by the same knob; the other knob controls the temperature of the water and then there's a switch that adjusts the angle of the water going into you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart (and bottom!) for inspiring me to take the plunge on a bidet. If I hadn't read your stories and gotten curious I probably wouldn't have one right now! Hope the rest of you four are doing well!

To Taylor: Your stories with Jennifer lately have been fantastic! Of course there'll be stories. By the way, if you're interested, the company that made mine does ship to the UK. I got the fancier model because the option of hot water was a necessity for someone living in one of the coldest parts of the US like I do but it still only cost something like £80. A quick check of their website told me that they do ship internationally and sell an adapter that would allow you to connect it to British plumbing!

Love,
Victoria!


Catherine

Survey

Hi! Because I've been gone for a while and because I've been an "irregular" poster, would you consider "dooing" this brief survey?

1. Physical description of yourself
2. How long does it take you to pee?
3. How long does it take you to poo?
4. What things make you poo?
5. What things make you pee?
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)?
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)?
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why?

Here are my answers:
1. Physical description of yourself: 6'1, 190 lbs, athletic and curvey (big boobs, hips and butt), cocoa, tan skin, Greek ethnicity, brown hair, brownish-black hair, 39 years old
2. How long does it take you to pee? Maybe 20-25 seconds. I have a big bladder and usually go 5-6 times per day in large amounts.
3. How long does it take you to poo? 5 minutes. I go twice daily, usually large and loggia, but soft.
4. What things make you poo? High fiber diet, water, exercise...sometimes spicy foods might upset my stomach, beer, or large amounts of alcohol (which is very rare).
5. What things make you pee? Water
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? I wear briefs, usually Hanes her way. I don't spend a lot on panties, because, who will see them???


I look forward to your responses!

Love to all! Happy New Year!

Catherine!


Jessica B

Jenny's Party Dumps

Hi everyone,

I had planed going for a hike last Saturday. However, we had our company New Years dinner the day before and we all ended up staying up late. My colleague Jenny, a rather short redhead, crashed at my place because we realized it would be dangerous to drive home. She was very grateful for my invitation as she lives outside of town and getting a cab or a Uber would have been pricey. When my alarm clock rang, I snoozed it immediately and decided I'd rather stay at home. I returned to sleep and woke up again one hour later. I always have to pee first thing in the morning, so I went directly to the bathroom. I noticed Jenny was also waking up. I asked her whether she had a good sleep, which she answered with yes. She then said that she would invite me for breakfast to thank me for letting her stay at my place. However, she had to use the toilet first. I got dressed and she still wasn't done by the time I was ready, so I knew she probably was having a bowel movement.
At some point I heard the flush, so I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Jenny apologized for the smell as she came out: "Sorry, Jess! I always get an upset belly from white wine." I told her not to apologize and that white wine had the same effect on me. She was right though, the smell she left behind was foul to say the least.
We went to a hip coffee shop nearby and ordered breakfast. The large cappuccinos and extra serving of scrambled eggs helped us waking up and we had a nice time chatting. By the time we were about to leave, I was long overdue for a visit to the ladies. While Jenny was paying, I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom, located in the basement. There were two sinks and two stalls. A blonde lady in her late thirties wash washing her hands. Guessing by the smell, she just had a poo as well. I took the first stall and sat down. The seat was still warm. Almost immediately, my backdoor opened up to let my first log out. I would normally have waited for the other lady to leave the bathroom to enjoy some extra privacy, but this time my number two was just too urgent. I passed two very soft logs within seconds. I did not feel done, thus I remained seated. Then, the bathroom door opened and another lady walked in. "Jess, is it you?" Jenny asked; "Yeees..." I answered. "Good job stinking up the place!" She was teasing me. "It wasn't me", I argued. "Well, it wasn't only me..." Jenny laughed and took the remaining stall. She locked the door and slammed her butt onto the seat. Seconds later, she had a strong pee stream going. She then farted loudly: "Oops!", she giggled. I passed another small nugget while I could hear Jenny getting rid of some extra waste. She wasn't lying when she said that drinking gave her a good clear out. She was done after a few plops and we started wiping simultaneously. We flushed and she went to the sink to wash her hands while I had some work to do with the brush because my very soft logs had left quite some stains on the bowl. We both came out of the bathroom a lot lighter and feeling way better.

Jenny then went fetch her car while I headed to the book store before going home to relax.

Love & take care,
Jess


Lynn

Pregnant and sick

Hi guys!!! I read this forum a lot and felt like actually posting. I am 25 weeks pregnant and I have also unfortunately caught a nasty cold. I was in our basement switching the laundry around and I started coughing pretty badly. When I stopped I felt a warm sensation and then notice that I was peeing onto our area rug we have down by the washer and dryer because our basement isn't finished. I was just in a nightgown and undies so I was peeing right through them onto the floor. I thought about trying to move to the drain in the floor that wasn't too far away but I figured I might as well finish. Once I had finished I called to my hubby to bring down the pet stain remover and he said "did the dog have an accident" and I said "No it was me!" He came down and cleaned it up while I got cleaned up. I've had a couple other accidents since being pregnant so we've decided I might need some protection especially when I'm out and about.


Lene
I have three pooping stories from last summer. I stayed for some weeks with my best friend in their summer house in the country side. They had an outhouse toilet adjacent to an old barn, the kind with just a round hole. When pooping, the poop just fell one meter down, lying there on the top of the pile. Once the brother of my friend went there just after my visit, in the moment I came out. It was a bit embarrassing knowing that he could see my private waste. I hope he did not think of it. Another time I went for a biking trip with my friend and her parents. At a break I happened to see her father going to toilet in the bushes. Luckily I came up from behind so he did not observe me. Another time I went to poop in the woods because the need was so strong. I thnk nobody saw me.


Heather H.

Post Title (optional)Sick to my stomach

I awoke this morning feeling fine, had breakfast with my husband and two daughters Savanna 10 and Amber 14. I arrived at my office after the twenty minute commute. While working at my computer I began to have stomach cramps around 9:30. I thought maybe my breakfast wasn't agreeing with me and continued to work. About 10 minutes later I felt that I was going to have diarrhea and quickly made my way the the ladies room. I removed my my skirt and thong and released a gush of diarrhea into the toilet. Sitting there I continued to have cramps and more diarrhea three wave total. After about 15 minutes I returned to my desk. At 11:00 The stomach cramps returned and I made another dash for the ladies room. The diarrhea was worse this time, brown water, and my stomach was cramping terribly, continued with 2 more waves of diarrhea, and I was beginning to feel like I could vomit. I thought then that I had caught the stomach bug that has been going around. I finished this round of runs and dressed and made my way to the sink and placed a cool/ wet paper towel to my forehead.After about 2 minutes I dashed back to the toilet for another round of diarrhea. I had another 2 waves. After another 10 minutes, I dressed and contacted my boss and told her that I needed to go home because I was sick. She told me that two other girls had called in sick also. On the way home I had cramps and felt as if I was going to vomit. Luckily I had a plastic grocery bag with me as I dry heaved into it. At home I went to the bathroom 2 times with more diarrhea. I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. At 5:30 my husband arrived home and after the girls told him that I was sick he came in to check on me. I told him how sick I was, he stroked my hair and asked if he could get be anything. As we were talking I felt sick and made a dash to the bathroom having more diarrhea. He gently opened the door and noticed that I was starting to heave while sitting on the toilet, he grabbed the waste basket and held it in front of me as i vomited three volleys in to it, having diarrhea at the same time in the toilet. He is my knight in shining armor. I just hope he and the girls don't get this. It has been a couple of hours since and I have vomited another 2 times and and had the diarrhea once more.

Heather H.


Sunday, January 05, 2020


Elphaba

New Years

This New Years Eve I spent at an extremely enjoyable party an old school friend was hosting. As she still lives in the town where we grew up, I had to catch the train from where I live now. I had used the loo at the station before getting on the train to wee, but by the time I arrived at my destination I needed to wee again. To my horror though the toilets were closed. Adding to my consternation was that it was 6pm so most, if not all, of the shops with loo's would be shut. I was thinking I might have to hold on until I got to my friend's house. I made my way across the town centre to the bus stop and luckily just before the shopping centre was still open for people to walk through. I rushed through the centre, up the escalator and across to the toilets where I had an extremely relieving wee. Whilst I was doing this someone else came into use the loo but left before I was done. I had noticed that the toilets had been done up since the last time I used them two years ago; this was the time where someone called security because I was using the women's bathroom (I wrote about this on page 2663) so it was quite nice to avenge that memory by this time having nobody question my presence there. Anyway, I then got the bus to my friend's house and had a great time at the party. I was having my fair share of Jack Daniels and coke and because of this I was having to use the bathroom every hour or so to wee. On one occasion I really needed to wee but I was having too much fun talking to another one of my friends that I didn't want to get up and use the bathroom. This meant however that soon a jet of wee escaped and wet my panties. I quickly excused myself and walked to the bathroom which after I had finished weeing, I used the loo roll to pat dry the considerable wet patch in my panties. When the party ended a couple of the other partygoers and I slept on sofas (I was going to say we slept the night, but we didn't go to bed until 5.30). I was awakened the next day by the girl I was talking to when I had the accident getting up and leaving the living room. She returned about ten minutes later and seeing I was awake we said our good mornings to each other. I then got up and left the living room and across to the bathroom. Closing the door I immediately smelt the aroma of poo and sitting down on the loo to empty my bladder I noticed that the seat was quite warm. I caught the train home later on in the day and was farting every ten minutes or so. I was going to wait until I got home to poo but by the time the train reached the station I needed to wee. I did think about using the disabled bathroom as I wasn't wearing any makeup (I find I 'pass' more when I do) but dismissed this and went into the women's loo. After having a wee I farted some more and several extremely small pebbles of poo plopped out of my bum. I stayed on the loo for another ten minutes scrolling through Facebook as I tried to push what I felt was a big load out of my anus but in the end I had to admit that I wasn't going to produce any more. I then got redressed and, unlocking the cubical door, went across to the sinks to wash my hands. Leaving the bathroom and then the station I went to the bus stop to wait for a bus to take me back to my flat.


Biggalpoooper

Huge dump to start 2020

I've posted on here once about my constipation issues and having a barium enema. Here's another story of getting super constipated over the holidays

We were at my uptight in laws for Christmas. They live in a small house with paper thin walls. There was a lot of great food that I gorged on but after 3 days, I'm super bloated and can't poop knowing everyone could hear everything.

My so and I head on a 6hr drive home. I'd hoped I might manage to poop at a rest stop but I just laid my seat back and rubbed my bloated, distended stomach. Finally we got home and I run straight for the toilet. I hold onto the sink and grunt and strain to only get a few farts in return. My SO ran out and got suppositories. He tells me to strip down, go to the bed, and take my medication. Even though I'm embarrassed, I'm in so much pain that I'm sweating and dizzy so I just do as I'm told. I lie on my side, naked with my big bloated belly sticking out. So lifts a hefty butt cheek and outs two suppositories in. I have to wait an hour for it to work, he says.

I start feeling like I need the toilet about 15 minutes in but so gently holds me down. He rubs my stomach and some farts escape but I'm afraid if I keep farting I'll start pooping. I start crying, get cold shakes, then finally get to sit on the toilet.

I feel relief as an embarrassingly loud and stinky bout of gas comes out, but I have to have my so bush hard on my stomach as i lift my legs in the air, straining hard as I feel the huge blockage move. Finally it stretches my hole so badly that I start to cry. So says all we can do now is keep pushing hard until it's out. I sob,moan, strain hard at this thing. So brings in a step stool we use around the house. I use it to place my legs in the squatting position, then things move a bit easier. 20 more minutes of straining and farting I finally, purple faced, push out the huge blockage while so watches. He says it was as thick as a Coke can.

I'm all good now? Nope. The blockage gone,my gut continues to contract. Huge farts and mushy poo pour out if me with every painful cramp. By the end I've been shitting on the toilet over an hour and am basically limp as occasional loud farts push their way out. SO pushes on my stomach a few times and a few squirts of poo come out but by then I'm done. He helps me clean up and I lie down and take a 2hr nap, feeling so much better.


Taylor

Using the outside toilet.

Hi everyone! I hope you all had a fantastic New Year celebration last night and aren't suffering from it too much :P I spent today (New Years Day) with Jennifer having a little catch up. I hadn't pooped since Christmas Eve despite trying every day but at about 2pm today I needed to go BAD! I went from not needing to poop to worrying about filling my knickers in the space of 30 minutes. I knew it was going to be a lot and I was concerned about Jennifer's plumbing. "Do you have a plunger yet Jennifer? I really need to use your loo."
"Not yet" she laughed "but you can use the outhouse again if you like?" I told her I would love to and we went to the end of her garden. I felt a little rude about closing the door on her, and I hate talking through doors so I propped it open with a rock. Jennifer would be able to see me in all my glory.

I pulled my jeans and knickers down to my calves and sat down on the wooden bench, positioning myself over the hole. I was really excited about what was to come. I love pooping so I'm always sad when I get a little blocked up. I made small talk with Jennifer while I waited for nature to work its magic, gently massaging my gurgling stomach with my hand. After a few minutes my stomach suddenly tightened, it was like I had been punched in the gut and I felt an immense pressure against my backdoor. I stared straight ahead, fully taking in the sensations as my poop forced its way out of me, stretching me to capacity. It felt SO good. "You're going aren't you" Jennifer asked. "Uh-huh" I replied. "I can tell by the look on your face." I stayed looking forwards as it slowly but surely creeped out of me. It seemed to go on forever, I don't know where I had been storing it all! At the same time, I didn't want it to end, I was enjoying it so much.

It eventually broke off with a dull thud and I flashed Jennifer a smile as I began peeing, the coffees from earlier were making their way out of my system. I went for about 15 seconds and feeling empty, I got myself some toilet paper. I started with my front, reaching between my legs and wiping from front to back then got some more for my rear. I needed four pieces before it came back clean and I stood up, pulling up my clothes at the same time. I then pulled the handle twice to "flush". Soil being deposited on top of my load.

"Do you mind if I go too?" Jennifer asked. "I can't rival that monster but the cold air has made me need to pee and since there's a toilet right there, it only makes sense." I said of course and we swapped places. Jennifer pulled down her leggings and thong to her knees and sat down over the hole. "Thanks for warming it up" she giggled as a faint hissing started, her wee hitting the front of the toilet. She went for about 10 seconds and got herself some toilet paper, reaching behind to wipe before getting up and redressing. We went back inside to wash our hands and relax for the rest of the day. It's now 10pm and I still haven't pooped this evening so I'm wondering what tomorrow morning will be like.


Marie

Happy New Year

Happy New Year, I wanted to wish you all a happy new year. We finally got snow here in Michigan, about a week late for Christmas. Potty training for my little sister Amanda is going well but I think I might introduce her to going in special places soon (I found a strange wet spots in her closet). I haven't done much recently, other than go in my closet or having my morning potties in my closet.

-Bianca: I'm glad you liked my story about my training potty. You ever thought about getting one?

-Marie


Sherryl

Reply and Story.

To Bianca: I loved that story too. I think you would be someone fun to poop with.
So this story is from the Christmas poop party we had at my friend Amber's house. So it was me, Amber, Ashlynn, Jenise, Tara and Tara's friend Dana. The 6 of us made one hell of a stinky mess. We all waited until we all had to poop. We decided it would be wherever we wanted to do it at, however we wanted to do it, and we could use whatever we wanted to wipe with. We were scoring also on degree of difficulty, speed of pooping, extra points if you peed, and finally size of your shit.
For myself, I went out on to her porch, grabbed an empty flower pot, put it on the deck, climbed up on a deck chair, squatted and took a fat shit that landed in the flower pot. It was a massive log that amazing filled up the flower pot n I peed all over the deck chair. I used a hand towel to wipe with. I got a 7.5/10
Amber decided to go out in to her garage and removed the grate for the drain, put a chair with a toilet seat attached to it and put it over the hole, sat on it and pushed out 3 small piles of shit. It all fell in to the hole, so she had incredible aim, as I did. She used a few pages from a magazine to wipe with. She peed as well and scored an 8/10.
Jenise was up next and we knew that she was gonna score big. She went in to the bathroom and decided to get up on the sink and proceeded to shit and piss in it. She had to strain a little bit but she managed to fill up the sink with warm n mushy poo. It was so stinky and even though it wasn't difficult, the size and smell and her peeing got her a score of 9/10. She used the shower to wipe up lol.
Tara and Dana went next. They did a back to back poop, using each other as a support in a sort of wall sit position. They both pushed out some pretty good sized logs. Tara pushed out 2 and Dana pushed out 4. Dana used baby wipes to wipe with and she also peed. Tara used them too and took a bunch of them to wipe her messy ass hole but didn't pee. Dana got 9/10 and Tara got an 8.5/10.
Finally, Ashlynn, who has been a rival of mine for reigning champion of this event(yes, this has happened for the last 3 years), went. I knew she was gonna do something difficult. She went out on the deck where I had just shit but instead of doing what I did, she grabbed a bucket and went down to the ground, set it up, came back up on the deck, pulled her pants n thong down, climbed up on the railing, and let go 3 strong n solid turds...All 3 landed in the bucket. I couldn't believe it, she outdid me again. However, I got lucky and she couldn't get herself to pee and she only used toilet paper and so she got a 9/10 as well.
Well, we had a tie on our hands, so later on Dana and Ashlynn had to poop again. This time, it was agreed upon that it was only gonna be size and what was used for wiping that would determine the score. They also had to go outside and squat.
Ashlynn went first and pushed out only a tiny turd lol. She tried to make up for it by using only the snow on the ground to clean up with, but Dana outdid her by pushing out a torrent of diarrhea and used some dead leaves that were on a patch of melted snow.
Even though I didn't win, I didn't have to see Ashlynn win either lol. Dana was the new girl and she earned her title.
We all went back in to the house and cleaned up ourselves with hot showers.


Aaron

Andrea and her sister

Hi, it's Aaron with another story I thought you would be interested in hearing and maybe have a comment or two. On Christmas eve, my wife Andrea and I had her sister and her sister's husband Mike over for dinner, drinks and the exchanging of gifts. shortly after dinner my wife excused herself and went in to take her usual after dinner dump. as you know the apartment is small and you can hear pretty much everything. I would say that within 30 seconds of closing the door my wife let out one long loud fart followed by a brief pause then another loud blast. My wife's sister Elaine laughed and said, "My God she's even louder than me!" At that point Mike said, "I don't think we should go there you know how I feel about bathroom sounds." Elaine said, "Oh come on Mike so she's taking a shit." Then she looked at me and asked, "You're ok with her bathroom sounds, right?" I said, "I love her bathroom sounds". I decided not to go any further. Mike said, "Aaron I'm not criticizing Andrea, what the two of you are ok with is fine with me. Elaine brought it up, I never would have said a word. Elaine and I have been going round and round about this since we've been married. I don't know why she can't be quiet when she is in the bathroom. I don't make a racket." Elaine chimed in, "Of course you do! I can hear your piss hitting the water all over our apartment." Mike responded, "What do you want me to do, piss on the floor? The toilet bowl is filled with water." Elaine shot back, "Aim for the side so it isn't going directly in the water!" Mike was frustrated and said, "You don't have a dick, it's not that easy to aim. All you have to do is sit down."
I was getting the feeling that they were heading into a full fledged brawl. This was Christmas Eve after all. I had to cool things down. Meanwhile my wife had been farting and pooping in the bathroom and was missing all this. Finally after a few more back and forths my wife finished up and came out of the bathroom. "What's going on, you don't like to hear a woman farting and shitting Mike? Mike said, I don't mind her making noise in front of me but not when we have company". Andrea said coyly, "Come on Mike you can't tell me that Elaine doesn't turn you on when you hear her farting. All I have to do is let out a long loud fart in front of Aaron and I can see him getting an erection. "Ok, said Mike, There is nothing about Elaine that doesn't turn me on including her bathroom sounds." "So what's the big deal?" asked Andrea. "You think a few stiffs are going to be horrified because they hear an uninhibited woman farting and shitting loudly in her own apartment? I'll tell you this, those same stiffs would love to be in there watching your sexy wife farting and shitting!"
Mike was humbled. He could say nothing. Andrea lectured Mike, "You know Mike taking a shit is one of those things that is very enjoyable and makes you feel much better when you are done. Why on earth would you try to inhibit someone from doing something that is very pleasurable and I think Elaine and I both agree can be very erotic!"
Elaine clapped loudly! All Mike could say was, "Ok I'll be better". Andrea said, "If you are really honest about that, it will open doors that you could never imagine and will make your relationship with Elaine so much closer than you could ever believe"
expected


End of 2019. Time to tell my most embarrassing toilet story from the last decade. Biking in the rural areas of Turkey, I visited a local gas station/bar for Coke, coffee and sweets. The need for a toilet appeared. But I found no toilet. Asking the waitress about one, she said outside and pointed to a path leading into the bushes. At the end there was a horizontal stick fixed among two trees. No paper, so I went back and asked for some paper from the waitress. She smiled and handed me a bunch of paper. Bravely I went out again, found the stick, pulled shorts down and placed my bum on the stick and let loose. A wonderful feeling as I had been constipated for almost one week. I used some minutes to be sure that I was really emptied, wiped well and pulled up. Just then, when turning around, I realized that behind this primitive toilet was a vegetable garden. Not a problem in itself. But there were two boys weeding out there, which I had not been aware of. But for sure they had seen me, from behind, less than 15 meters away. They were politely trying to hide their amusement, but I could not avoid noticing their tittering. No doubt that that had seen this American lady in a vulnerable moment. When returning to our hotel I told my husband about the incident. He began laughing loudly and could not resist teasing me for several days afterwards. But later during the same holiday he did not laugh any more. At a car trip up in the mountains we had to stop and he had to hide behind some stones because he got an urgent need to poop. When squatting, just about to wipe, suddenly a young female shepherd came by! Paper in his hands and a load beneath, no doubt what he had been doing. She just smiled and waved to him, and said something he did not understand, and held her dog away from him! But the poor guy literally did not know which way to turn! From distance I got a marvelous picture of him squatting with a bare bum out there.


Benjamin

Staying in a dangerous abandoned motel, part 1

When I was sixteen, Carrie suggested it might be fun to "camp" for a few days in a recently condemned and abandoned motel on the outskirts of town. I was understandably leery of the idea, given the propensity of drug-users and homeless people to move into such places, fearing it would be unsafe. However, she was very keen on the idea and asked several friends to join us.

As it was summer, we could afford to take off for a while. Dishonestly, we told our parents we were going camping in the woods for a few days, knowing they wouldn't approve of where we were really going. We packed for four days and set out on Monday morning, with four other friends, four girls named Kelly, Kat (short for Kaitlyn), Jessie, and Ryan.

When we pulled into the back parking lot of the abandoned building (so we wouldn't be seen by patrolling officers; it's a wonder we weren't spotted during our technically illegal stay), the place appeared deserted. No one was around, which was fortunate. The back maintenance door was ajar, as were many windows. It had been cleared out by workers and later by looters.

We entered the building carefully and quietly, carrying our bags and cooler (which only held preserved, ready-to-eat stuff, given the obvious lack of refrigeration facilities). The atmosphere inside the motel was oppressive and utterly silent. It was dark, damp, and smelled of mold. Carrie pressed close to me as we walked down the hallway, looking scared. It did feel a bit like walking into a horror movie.

We walked down a few hallways until we found ourselves in the large, open reception area, now empty of furnishings. We turned a corner and headed into another wing of the motel. On the way down the corridor, we saw rooms open, with bare bedframes and dressers strewn about, perhaps a mattress or two. Not everything had been judged salvageable, apparently.

We stopped in one of these rooms, an interior one with no windows, and we decided this would be ours for the next few days. We dragged several mattresses in from other rooms and spread out our sleeping bags on top of them. Good enough. Kat had been dancing around a bit for the past ten minutes and finally, blushing furiously, told us she was dying to go for a pee. Kelly laughed and Kat glared at her.

Carrie quickly called our attention and, grinning, dared us to go to the bathroom in front of each other during our time here. Carrie grinned at me and I knew it wouldn't bother her in the slightest, but the other girls looked a bit more concerned. Carrie assured them that no one would laugh and nothing would leave the motel. They nodded.

Gritting her teeth, Kat headed back out into the hallway. We followed her and she entered another room down the hall on the other side of the hall. She opened the bathroom door and went inside. We couldn't all fit into the small room, so we crowded around the doorway as she quickly pulled down her pants and sat on the empty toilet.

Psssssssss! Her stream started almost immediately and she sighed loudly in relief, her eyes closing. Her tinkling pee lasted for nearly a minute before trickling to a stop. She sighed again and opened her eyes. Her face was flaming red. She took a packet of tissues out of the pocket of her jeans around her ankles and wiped.
Covering herself with her hand, she jumped up and quickly jerked up her pants. She took a peek in the toilet she'd used.

"Huh, it's all gone," she observed.

"Probably just drained down the pipes," Kelly said.

"Phew, I feel so much better!" Kat said and we laughed.

The room smelled slightly of pee now, which made Kelly and Carrie giggle. Kat blushed again. "Where will we poop?" Kelly asked suddenly. She looked a bit uncomfortable.

"You need to?" Carrie asked, smiling. Kelly hesitated and then nodded her head. "How about here? We can use it as the pooping room for now, I don't think you'll fill the toilet by yourself!"

Kelly glanced around at us nervously, then she swallowed and nodded. Heading for the toilet Kat had just vacated, she slipped her yoga pants down and quickly sat on the toilet, thanking Kat for warming it up, which made Kat smile at her.

"If I toot and you all laugh...I swear..."

We assured her we wouldn't. I caught Carrie's eye and saw she was all but biting her lip. Uh oh. Kelly took several deep breaths in preparation.

"You can do it, girl!" Kat cheered her on. "Come on, push!"

Kelly laughed nervously and shut her eyes, which probably helped calm her. She sucked in another breath and then her body tensed up as she clearly started to push. After a few moments, a loud crackling sound started in the toilet and she grunted softly a few times. Thud! Her first turd dropped into the bowl. Carrie and Kat burst into cheers, while the others clapped. Kelly smiled gratefully at us. Then she grunted again, pushing a second time.

Prrrt...frrrt! Kelly suddenly farted loudly twice. Her eyes popped open in shock and embarrassment, but nobody laughed, as promised. She sucked in another great breath and shut her eyes again. Her legs were shaking, I noticed, though whether it was from nerves, I wasn't sure. She leaned forward slightly as she started pushing a third time, grunting again softly as she strained.

Crackling sounds started in the toilet bowl again as she grunted. Her second turd finally dropped into the bowl with a heavy thud after nearly ten seconds of pushing and grunting. Her breath rushed out in a relieved huff. PRRRRRT! Another loud fart echoed in the bowl. Psssssss! A sudden storm of tinkling surprised us as Kelly started peeing. A sigh of relief escaped her as her bladder emptied at last.

As her tinkle came to an end, another fart echoed in the empty toilet. She took a moment to rest, opening her eyes and smiling at us in an embarrassed fashion. "This feels good," she said. "I really, really needed to poop, I haven't gone in three days!"

"Why didn't you poop for so long?" Carrie said in concern.

Kelly shrugged. "I don't know. I just didn't need to--" Prrrrrt! A long fart exited her bottom as she finished speaking, making her stop and laugh. "Oops! Sorry!"

Kelly scrunched up her face as she started pushing again. "Keep your eyes open and look at us!" Carrie told her. Kelly blushed but did what she said. She stared at us resolutely as her face slowly turned red from pushing and she started grunting softly under her breath. Again, a slow crackling started in the toilet under her and after about ten seconds, a loud thud echoed in the bowl as her next turd dropped into it. She didn't let up on the pressure and two more big turds dropped into the bowl. She gasped and took several deep breaths, looking winded. She kept staring at us as she grunted again, her eyes squinting...and then her brown eyes went WIDE as she loudly farted!

"Oopsie tootsie!" Kat teased her gleefully. Kelly flipped her off, which made Eric laugh.

Kelly started grunting again, her eyes squinting with the effort. "Dang, girl, how much poop do you have in you?" Carrie asked her in disbelief. Kelly was pushing too hard to answer. Crackling noises started again as she strained hard, and finally, a heavy thud echoed in the bowl as she pooped yet again.

"Ugh...I think I'm almost done!" Kelly told us, looking exhausted. "Nnnnng!" She grunted loudly again, shutting her eyes and pressing her hands into her stomach. A long crackling started as she sighed in relief. "Yeah...oh god, that's it, that feels awesome..."

THUD! She grunted loudly as it dropped out of her, seemingly out of sheer relief rather than trying to push again. Pa-frrrrrt! Pa-prrrrt! Frrrrt! Ffft...ffffft! She let off a volley of loud farts as she finished, her face glowing with relief. Finally, all was silent and she opened her eyes again. Her face was shiny with sweat and she was breathing heavily. "Wow, I feel twenty pounds lighter!"

Carrie laughed. "Yeah, I bet that's about accurate."

"Phew, pass me the toilet paper," Kelly panted. As Kat handed her several tissues, Kelly's nose wrinkled and she gagged. "Oh...oh, wow! That's bad! That smells sooo bad!" She coughed and quickly set about wiping her butt with the tissues. Once she was done, she dropped them into the toilet and stood up and pulled her pants up.

She turned and looked into the toilet, gasping loudly. We looked in and saw her turds piled up in the toilet, surrounded by a wide pool of pee as the drain hole had been clogged. Oops. "Wow, I had to take a big poop," Kelly said. "I feel so much better now."

Carrie gave her some hand sanitizer lotion and we left the smelly bathroom behind. We spent the rest of the day exploring the building and grounds. Fortunately, it was completely deserted at the time of our stay. Shortly after lunch, Carrie nipped into a random bathroom to pee. We heard her fart quietly twice, but she exited the bathroom after only a few minutes.

Ryan announced boldly that she needed to poop around four PM. We headed back to the bathroom where Kelly and Kat had gone. It was really bad inside the room and Ryan gagged slightly as she entered the bathroom. She unbuckled her jeans and slipped them down, sitting on the toilet and smiling nervously at us.

Pffffrrrt! A big fart erupted into the toilet and she burst out laughing. "Oops, excuse me!" she said. Then she gritted her teeth and grunted and her face slowly began to redden as she pushed. After a few moments, a long crackling was heard as she started to poop, and finally, a thud in the bowl told us her first turd had dropped. She sighed.

Prrrrt! She farted again. Crackle...thud. Thud...thud...plop. She sighed in relief. Pssss... A stream of pee hit the bowl as she let loose, which continued for twenty seconds before tapering off. She farted again after peeing. Then she asked for the toilet paper, saying she was done pooping finally. As she took the roll Carrie passed her, another loud fart echoed in the bowl. She giggled and then wiped herself.

Carrie said she needed to poop as well when Ryan stood up and pulled up her pants. However, she left the room after Ryan cleaned her hands and we followed her. Carrie was clearly searching for something. She let off a few farts as she walked, making Kelly giggle.

She finally paused in a small alcove shielded from the hallway by a wall (probably where a vending machine had stood), with only a tall metal trash bin in the corner. It was one of those types that had a "cap" on the top with a round hole in the center. Almost like a toilet. Ah.

Carrie glanced cautiously around before her hands started fumbling with her jeans. She dropped them to her ankles and hopped up on the trash bin, her bare butt resting right on top of the circular hole. It honestly looked quite comfy.

Pfffrrrt! A loud, echoing fart reverberated in the metal trash bin and she laughed. Her face scrunched up in a grimace and she grunted as she started to push hard. Her feet flexed against the side of the trash bin again and again as she pushed, as she obviously couldn't hold them against the floor. Soon, I heard a long crackling start, followed by a resounding THUNK in the bottom of the bin as her first turd dropped. She sighed and then started grunting again. Crackle...THUD...THUD...THUD. She gasped and caught her breath for a moment after unloading like that.

Prrrt! Another fart echoed in the trash bin, followed by a second fart and a third. Carrie glanced at me and giggled. Gassy girl. She scrunched her face again and strained, gripping the edges of the top of the bin on which she sat. THUNK--prrrt! She sighed again.

A metallic rattle started in the bottom of the trash bin and Carrie sighed softly. She was peeing. Her stream finally died away after nearly thirty seconds of peeing. Her face twisted again as she grunted softly. SPLASH! Her next turd dropped into what was clearly a pool of pee. She laughed and we did too.

Prrrrrrrt... A last, slow fart exited her bottom and she sighed. She sat for a moment, her cute face scrunching a few times as she pushed, but she seemed done. She finally asked for the toilet roll, which I gave to her. She wiped herself and hopped off the makeshift toilet, looking very relieved. She hiked her pants back up and asked for the hand sanitizer.

"Wow, girl, you really had to go!" Jessie said, smiling. Carrie smiled at her. Jessie glanced at the makeshift toilet. "Hmm, I could probably go for a pee right now. Hang on..."

She moved toward the smelly trash bin and quickly hiked up the skirt she was wearing, dropping her panties to her ankles. She hopped up on the bin, her bottom resting in the small hole. She smoothed her skirt around her, hiding her naked butt from view. She took a deep breath and went still, her eyes staring off at a point over our heads.

Psss...rattle... A long, hissing stream started, rattling in the bottom of the bin. She sighed and relaxed. Her stream stopped after about a minute. She blushed slightly as she looked at us. "Um...I might need a poo, I'll, um, check."

Kelly laughed. Jessie ignored her and shut her eyes for privacy, I guess. She leaned forward slightly and gave a short grunt. Her stomach flexed in and out a few times. Suddenly, there was a small splash in the trash bin! She gasped and her eyes flew open. "Oh! I, uh, I didn't think I actually needed to go..."

She shut her eyes again and grunted softly, pushing again. Tinkle... Another trickle of pee fell into the bin as she strained. She kept up the pressure for nearly a minute, but she couldn't push anything else out, not even a fart. It was just a surprise poop, nothing more. Her eyes opened again and she let out a relieved huff. Carrie passed her the toilet paper and she wiped herself before getting off the trash bin and pulling up her clothes.

We left the alcove after agreeing it would be our toilet from now on. The small bathroom was too gross now to keep using. We explored the motel a bit more during the dwindling evening hours, but then we retired to our room to sleep. Carrie made the happy discovery that the door still locked, so we were safe for the night.

Before we went to sleep, Carrie searched around and found a floor vent in the corner of the room. After a bit off finagling, the vent cover popped off, revealing a deep, dark hole that seemed to stretch quite a ways. Carrie dropped a penny she had in her pocket down the hole and we heard it hit the bottom of the pipe after a few seconds; it was clearly quite deep. Carrie said this could be our emergency toilet during the nights when we didn't want to unlock the bedroom door for safety. We readily agreed.

As the girls were preparing to go to sleep, I felt that familiar pressure in my stomach and knew I needed to poop before bed. I summoned my dignity and told the others I needed to go, prompting giggles from the other girls except Carrie. I unhurriedly unbuttoned my pants and slid them and my underwear down to my knees. Ryan, Jessie, Kat, and Kelly stared, having probably never seen a penis before. I blushed but said nothing.

I decided to simply sit over the vent cover, my butt on the floor. As soon as I sat down, I immediately farted loudly, making the other girls giggle again. Carrie smiled at me. I felt that pressure again and gave in, pushing hard. I felt my hole open up as I pushed and grunted, slowly sliding out. I could tell it was big. It finally slipped out after ten seconds, hitting the bottom of the vent shaft with an echoing THUNK. Another loud fart exited my bottom. I noticed a serious need to pee now that I'd started pooping. I carefully scooted back a bit and angled my penis down the hole, sighing as a day's worth of pee began rattling down the sides of the vent shaft. I finished and scooted forward again so my butt was over the hole.

I pushed again and felt my butt open again to let out a long, large turd that dropped and hit the bottom of the shaft with a heavy thud. PRRRRT! A very loud fart rattled the shaft, making the girls laugh, even Carrie. I grunted, pushing again, and felt a last, large turd slide out and drop to the bottom of the vent shaft with a heavy THUD. Sweet relief. Two last, soft farts buzzed out of my bottom as I sat there. Carrie quickly passed me the toilet paper and I held myself up as I wiped, dropping the paper down the shaft after I was done. The other girls stared again as I stood up, but I ignored where they were looking.

After that, we all got ready for bed. Carrie stripped right down to her underwear to climb into her sleeping bag, but the other girls seemed more nervous changing with a boy around. Finally, they did the same and we all got into our sleeping bags for the night. Kelly farted once about ten minutes later, which Kat answered with her own loud fart. We all laughed but soon fell asleep.


Anna from Austria

vacation

Just came back from my Christmas vacation. I was skiing in the mountains with my my Friends Laura and Martina. It was very nice and Also had a intersting experience toilet wise.

At first I have to Mention that I am always quite irgular with my bm when on vocation. No real constipation but not as regular as at home.

When at home I need to 1-2 times every day. On vacation I just need to go every second time.

The Story happend during the 3 day. I have not done my bm since I arrived at the hotel.

Even a morning coffee did not made my poo at first. Then we went on the slope.

During skiing my ???? started to hurt and I felt rather strong urge to defecate. Luckily I remembered that there was a toilet nearby and i really prayed that I would make it. The pressure was quite intense and it was hard Focusing on skiing. I am not the best Alpinist even when feeling well.

I made it in time, removed my ski and ask my Friends to guard my Equipment. The only Problem with the toilet was, that it was a outhouse toilet. A rather simple construction, more like a gaping hole than a modern toilet. But I was desperate so I did not complain.I removed my ski suit and sat on the hole. Without any affords my bumhole opened and with a explosive fart, a big and rather soft turd splashed into the hole. Now my whole bum was wet from the toilet water !. Rather diguisting in retro perspective but at that Moment I just felt relaxed and not disgusted. I did a another fart, then a second smaller turd and then i finally felt empty.

Of Course there was no toilet paper, but I had enough paper hankerchiefs to clean myself. I went back to my Friends. They both lauged and said that it sounded really urgent. Then I asked them if they needed to too and they said no.

That was my first ond hopely last experience with a outhouse toilet. It was way more uncomfortable to use it, then pooping outside in the nature, which i did 2 times already as well.

Pooping in nature was not possible this time, it would be too dangerous to leave the ski slope but if I could chose I would chose the nature. Never though I would do that. Up to this ski vacation I realyl though pooping in the nature without a toilet is the most unpleasent und emberassing Thing to do.

But compared to the outhouse it was comfortable.

That was my Story for today.

Happy new year to the community here.


greetings from Austria

Anna


to 19 year old

Sorry to hear that the bedwetting has started again. Don't get rattled about it, but do go see a doctor to make sure there is nothing medical happening. Were you a bedwetter at one time? I would strongly suggest that until you figure out what's happening, you get what you need to to protect the mattress or you and/or your parents are likely to get a bill for the mattress. You mentioned that maybe you were drinking too much. If we're talking about alcohol that could be a reason especially if you are getting drunk. Alcohol lowers your inhibitions so you may find you're self not caring as much when you are in a nice warm bed and ready for sleep. There's another possibility and yes, it could be stress. That stress could be exacerbated if you are not eating well and aren't getting enough sleep. At 19 you still have that typical "air of invincibility" and that you can stay up late and still function well with very little sleep. I'm sure you've also heard the rest about the other things lack of sleep can do so I won't go into more. Do go see someone, and good luck, I hope you solve this mystery.


Update on my nephew and me

Hi everyone. Claire again. I wanted to thank the people who gave me advice on my nephew.

Before I did anything, I sat him down and had a talk to make sure he wasn't spying on girls or trying to barge in on them like he tried with me. He was very embarrassed! But he apologized and swore he didn't try things like that with other girls. The only maybe wrong thing he admitted to was watching videos on youtube of girls on the toilet. Some of it was movies and commercials and others were teenagers and young women messing around with phone cameras in the bathroom. I didn't even know videos like that were allowed there! He had a list of favorites, but he deleted them after he admitted watching them to me. I'm not really that mad about those. I don't think any of them were that bad.

Even though he was really embarrassed, we did reach an understanding. If I left the door open, I didn't mind him looking. But if it was closed, I didn't want him hovering around it. And of course he had to keep behaving around other girls. He agreed to them, although he was still so embarrassed that he didn't take the offer for the first few days. When he did, he tried to come stand in the bathroom right next to me. I told him he can watch from outside, so now he'll just lean in the doorway without setting foot inside.

He likes to talk to me while I'm on the toilet. Important things like school. He walked in and gave me a form once I had to fill out, and I'm pretty sure he waited intentionally for an excuse just to come into the bathroom. He even talked about sitting on the edge of the tub and watching his mom use my toilet (they stayed with me for some weeks years ago). He got really bold and talked about how apparently me and my sister have the same sitting posture.

I asked about it and he said he remembered watching his mom use the toilet a lot when she was still taking care of him. I think that's where he got this interest. I'm really surprised he remembers all of that, since I started taking care of him before he turned six. I'm still hoping at this point that it's a phase and he'll grow out of it, like my male relatives did who barged in on me when I was a kid.

But he's being a lot nicer and helping around the house more. I think it's meant as a thank you.


Romario

Survey special

We all pooping but we could get some funny or wired situation before

Gender:
Age:
Do you feel comfortable pooping out home:
Did you see your partener pooping :
Did ou fart while partener close to you:
Did you fart during making love:
Do you find seeing partener on toilet attractive:
Do you poop outdoor before:


Tom

A Pleasant Poop in Rome

It's been many years since I have posted here. A few weeks ago, I was in Europe on vacation. As my wife and I were waiting for our flight to Atlanta, I began having some mild rumblings in my lower hemisphere. It is about a 12-hour flight from Rome to Atlanta, so I did not want to have to take a dump in one of those really nasty, cramped airplane commodes, so I sought out the men's restroom not knowing what I would find! I walked in and saw a row of heavily used urinals on one wall and a row stalls on the opposite wall. But wait, what were the two very nicely dressed women doing in there? I quickly realized they were cleaning everything even as men were using the toilets/urinals. No one seemed to mind their presence. Then, I observed one guy coming out of a stall and immediately, one of these ladies went in to make sure it was clean. Since it was so busy, I quickly popped into that stall. As she exited, she gave me a most pleasant smile! Anyway, once I got inside and seated, I realized this place was as clean as my home toilet and was one of the best restroom experiences I've had in my 72 years. When I was done, I noticed one of the female attendants was right there to check on things as I was leaving. And wouldn't you know, another guy was right there to take my (warm) seat!


Simon

Reply to Taylor Toots

Taylor,
Take a step back and consider this:
Does anyone in that dorm have different basic needs than you do?
No.
Everyone's needs are the same but the difference is only psychological dependent mainly upon your upbringing.
Be confident in yourself, do what you have to do without fear and be assured that you're in Uni now, not junior high so farting and pooping sounds won't be met with the giggles that they would likely be a few years earlier in your education.
I've raised my daughter to be aware of things to watch out for, but not be afraid of using any shared or public bathroom.
Initially you may try to select least busy times but pay attention to your body's needs - if it's time to go, don't hold it.
Doing so puts you at risk of other health issues and also the obvious risk of accidents....which are far more embarrassing than just going to the loo in the first place.
As long as you all respect each other by leaving the place in suitable condition for the next person, there won't be a problem.
May your sittings be pleasurable!
Simon.


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