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I read a recent Medscape article about pooping at school which was very interesting and concerning at the same time. A recent study in the Netherlands of 1000 children between the ages of 8 and 16 found that 51.2% of primary school children regularly held their poop at school, and 71.4% of high school students did. Half the students reported that this caused them abdominal pain. The article stated that study some other countries have reported as many as 80% of children withholding poop at school.
Marina
My First Poop Using my New Bowl
How's it going, my lovely poppers? This morning I took my first dump in my new toilet at our home, the large private fenced property in the countryside, with a centrally located house very far from all the fences that surround our property (the closest straight-line distance between the house's walls and the fences is 104 m) and with no close neighbors. Technically, I'd already had a good pee yesterday in this new toilet, but I didn't poop or force it; I wanted my first time to be natural and a really solid load, and that's exactly how it went.
The small restroom is tiny but lovely, finished entirely in off-white except for some beautiful turquoise tiles featuring soft patterns and hues that create an air of freshness, simplicity, cleanliness and spaciousness; for me, it's the quintessential poolside restroom that invites you to fully relieve yourself. From a seated position on the toilet: the entire right side is the wall of the house; to the left is a small window that can be operated even while seated; directly ahead and tucked against the left side is the sink with a small trash can, leaving plenty of legroom; next to that is a small cabinet in very light tan tones for toilet paper, wipes, sanitary pads, etc.; and finally the door (featuring a translucent panel with curtain and a latch) opens outward and to the left, ensuring that even if there are people on the porch or by the pool, they can only see inside when the door is open and if they are standing right against the house wall. Behind the restroom is the small shower we already had; since the restroom is so compact, it doesn't block any of the house's windows. The toilet itself is very modern featuring a compact width and an elongated bowl with a narrow, oval-rectangular central-rear drain hole. Although not identical, the design reminded me of the toilet I once clogged while taking care a little girl at her house.
So, with that said, let me tell you about my massive dump. It was around 1pm, after a very pleasant morning pool session, almost lunchtime and the situation was perfect: my precious little cousins Elsa (3) and babygirl Laia (almost 9-mo) at our charge, along with my precious little brother Pablo (2-yo and 2 months), Mom (41) and me (almost 18-yo), without unexpected visits. I felt a healthy urge of the 3-dayer monster ready to make its exit. Happy and excited I told Mom I needed to empty my bowels and was going to test the new toilet; Mom said me "Go on my beautiful girl, empty your body, I'll stay here and keep an eye on the childs". Fortunately for their sense of smell none of the little ones wanted to come along with me.
The heat was intense at the time (a heatwave). I went to the new restroom, closed the door, took off my hipster bikini bottoms (leaving my lower half completely naked) and sat on my new toilet bowl. My bladder was full, so I let out a good stream of pee and relaxed all the muscles of my intimate areas, feeling the thick turd, unable to get out on his own, positioning itself to be evacuated; what a sweet sensation... When the peeing finished, I pushed and the huge turd began to stretch my anus slowly and widely, accompanied by very stinky, concentrated and subtle squeaking gases "winiff winiafff woniofff". I saw the lumpy and cracked monster appear between my legs and it was expelled rapidly and completely just seconds later, as a 4 separated pieces. The 1st: the head, 5 cm wide and about 8 cm long, light golden brown; the first few centimeters were very lumpy (Bristol Type 2) with a bit of mucus and the rest was less lumpy but cracked (perfect Bristol Type 3); it broke and fell, creating a huge SPLOUSH and splashing my ass. The 2nd: 5 cm wide and about 10 cm long, light golden brown with a uniform, slightly lumpy texture (Bristol Type 3), also creating a huge SPLOUSH. The 3rd: identical in color and texture to the 2nd, 5 cm wide and about 15 cm long, making a muffled sound as it landed completely out of the water. And the 4th: identical to the third but slightly shorter, about 10 cm, and tapering progressively toward the end, also completely out of the water.
I pushed hard again and no more poop came out. Although the type of stench wasn't far off my usual, not eggy, putrid and rancid, OMG, those prawn salads had really done their job... the volume of the restroom was so small that the shit smell was incredibly concentrated and ridiculously intense, at least until my nostrils became saturated (laughs), what a stench! But the relief and pleasure were so intense taht I was in a state of "poophoria". I wiped my vulva with toilet paper to clean my cervical mucus (vaginal discharge), 2 wipes to get my anus completely clean and then used one feminine hygiene wipe to go from vulva to anus. I stood up and admired my wonderful cracked creation in the new bowl: fetid, massive and fabulous. I crossed my fingers (though it didn't help), flushed and the toilet clogged… luckily it didn't overflow. I grabbed the toilet brush, pushed the poop down into the drain hole and I broke the clog, plooonnnkkk, the bowl quickly emptied with a rush of pressure swallowing part of the dump. 3 more flushes cleared away all the remaining dump, residues and the small bits of poop from the brush. I washed my hands, I put on my hipster bikini, left the door wide open to let the awful stench dissipate and entered inside because the kids were calling for me.
Pros: The bowl is narrow and very comfortable for a woman with a good buttocks; it lets you see everything between your legs, and the smell rises directly and in a concentrated way. Though it is almost unbearable, horrible and nasty, I have to admit (even though that embarrasses me) that I enjoy that smell when it's linked to a pleasurable bowel movement.
Cons: You get splashed when the waste drops and the toilet clogs easily due to the narrow drain hole design.
Kisses my dear poopers. Bye and happy pooping.
Thunder
Grunting
I am a real grunter...due to hard stools it takes quite a bit of effort and it is important not to hold ones breath when "bearing down."
I often hear grunting in the male toilets and I use public toilets a fair bit . I am off to Kogarah later today and will call into the toilets for a " sit.' and I think Kogarah Library toilets is the local grunting capital.
Also when using unisex toilets I have heard girls grunting...onetime there was a lady, might be in her 20's and did she grunt...and concluded with a resounding splash.
Go ahead and grunt....it is good for you when fighting a stubborn poo!
Shay
Messy Guts
Update from my last post:
I've had three really loose, wet dumps since I drank the prune juice and the laxative tea. I held my first two bowel movements in for two long, so I have some stool in my rectum that I need to blast out but don't want to strain to push out. My first movement was runny and I didn't have to push at all, though near the end I got the urge to push more out. I did push a bit and had more runny diarrhea into the bowl with some splattery sounding farts. Not too long after cleaning up went going back to bed, I got another urge, and I waited till it became unbearable. I accidentally kept holding my second movement, which was gassy and muddy, until I fell asleep, so I didn't get to relieve myself until I woke up this morning. It wasn't as urgent or runny as the first movement, and my urges seemed to be subsiding though I still felt full of poo. I had to do something to keep my guts active and water flowing through them. I have been drinking a ton of water today. But also, I added on another quarter liter of prune juice before the third shot and am about to drink another, meaning I'll have consumed a liter of prune juice in 24 hours. The tea is working well enough to make me feel a lot of cramps with some intense pressure. My intestines are clenching up every few minutes, my guts have sounded so gurgly, and I've felt a bit of urgency from the pain, but they're still not moving fast enough. My third movement was mostly liquid and I couldn't hold it as long, but I didn't feel like I struggled to hold it or had to run to the toilet either. I need to soften this stool in my rectum. Usually if I have watery poo pressing against my hole for long enough, the plug softens up and shoots out like a cork. I'm still so full and really need another bowel movement. I made another cup of two I'm case I need to make my cramps stronger, but I'm hoping the last bit of prune juice will be enough.
I'll be back once my bowels are nice and empty to tell the tale.
Ciao for now.
Nev
After the Fourth of July, my mom and I had a contest to see who could poop the most turds. She won
Shay
Belly Bubbling and Gurgling
Ugh, I've really got an upset stomach, I've got diarrhea brewing inside me right now and I really need to run to the toilet to release it. I'm trying to let the pressure build until it's unbearable, but this is gonna be a sloppy, runny shit regardless. A few hours ago I drank half a liter of prune juice and took some laxative tea that I brewed for twice as long as usual. I've been really constipated, and the other methods have only given me temporary relief. I already have a watery, urgent poo wanting to explode out of me. My stomach is really sloshy, everything is bubbling and gurgling inside me, and this is just the beginning. I wish I was a bit more crampy to make it more urgent, but I think the cramps will intensify soon enough. The pressure is getting to be pretty intense, I'm going to drink some more water and see how long it takes before I really can't hold it, I know once I start going I won't be able to stop, there's so much inside of me.
I'm off here so I can focus on my very active bowels, my need to poo is starting to get a bit more urgent. If there's notable updates I'll be back, otherwise just assume I'm busy spray painting my porcelain throne, my guts are so liquidy and gassy. I can tell I'll barely be able to hold it all in just a short while-possibly starting now. I'm bursting for a liquid dump!
Ciao for now.
LC
Replies
@ Anna in Austria - What an interesting story about public speaking. I would have never been able to hold it together. What was her lecture on? I noticed you've had a lot of interesting encounters lately. Would you say it's common for you? My encounters tend to come in spurts-like I won't have anything interesting happen for many months, and then, in a matter of days, two or three things will happen. Is that the same for you? I also have this weird thing where people seem to fart around me a lot, not just in the bathroom. I don't know what it is about my appearance or persona, but it's happened to me my whole life.
@ Marina - Thanks for the honest replies. My reply was to Veronika and her survey, but your answers sparked some good discussion points. I wonder if anyone else cares to opine. I think it's natural to have a curiosity in the ways you described.
@ Emma Two - The longest I've gone is over a week, and that's happened a few times. It occurred more often when I was younger. For context, it wasn't uncommon for me to go only a couple of times per week as a kid, teen, and young adult, and it's still probably my natural rhythm if I don't mind my diet and drink strong coffee. Every time, it ended with a significant amount and disabled the toilet.
One occasion occurred when I was sixteen. I was on a week-long camping trip with my dad in a remote part of the country. For whatever reason, I just didn't need to go, and by the end of the trip, I hadn't gone once. It wasn't that I felt constipated; I just didn't have any need and didn't experience any discomfort. Suddenly, I got a terrible urge on the drive home, with shooting aches in my rectum and stomach cramps. Thankfully, I held it until we reached a truck stop about ten minutes up the road.
I rushed into the single-occupancy bathroom. All of the discomfort went away once seated. Still, it took about a minute to be able to go. I could tell it was super thick, but luckily it passed without a problem. The feeling was like throwing up in reverse-these deep, involuntary pushes-and I could feel my insides shift. It only took a minute, and what came out was a ghastly sight. It looked like two oversized, dark baguettes jammed into the reasonably sized bowl, completely unflushable due to their girth and dimensions. I had no choice but to leave it.
My dad finished pumping gas and went into the bathroom after me. He came back to the truck hysterically laughing, probably because of the misfortune of the gas station and its employees who would have to deal with it. I felt a bit guilty and embarrassed, but he never made me feel bad about it. It probably took him ten minutes to finally compose himself. I had another major movement a day later at home, then seemed back to normal, going every couple of days.
@ Radu - Your pee survey alerted me that I may have missed another one of your surveys. Hopefully, you won't mind these late answers:
1. How often do you clog the toilet with your poop?
A: It happens a lot regardless of the toilet, just with the poo itself. My stools tend to have excessive girth (~2.3-2.5 inches, 6-6.3 cm), which approaches and sometimes exceeds the diameter of the trap, hence my constant challenges.
2. Have you ever clogged a friend's or family member's toilet with poop?
A: This is a two-part answer, but yes to both.
It definitely happens a lot with family, but I am in good company. It's a trait I somehow inherited from my mom and share with my sister. I've mentioned this once before, but our house had a plunger in every bathroom, and it was just a normal thing that happened. I thought everyone clogged the toilet. I didn't realize this was unusual until later in life.
I had different roommate situations when I was younger. I gained a bit of a reputation with my friends and roommates for my abilities. It's a difficult thing to hide. It's kind of a weird reputation to have, but it seems to have followed me. Earlier in life, I used to get blamed for all the farts during class at school, just because it was eventually known that I had large, fragrant movements. I took great care to avoid farting during class or around my classmates, but I still got blamed a lot.
3. Have you ever had someone discover that you clogged your toilet? What was his and your reaction?
A: I get all kinds of reactions, from laughter to disgust to amazement.
4. Have you ever clogged the toilet at work or school and someone found out? What was the reaction of your friends or co-workers?
A: Yes, this has happened many times. I posted stories about it happening on a school overnight trip (on 2926) and at work (on 2792).
5. Has anyone ever been impressed by the size of your poop? What was his reaction?
A: Yes, I've been told that before, but I didn't pursue the conversation.
6. Have you ever been proud of clogging a toilet?
A: It can be satisfying in an odd way.
7. Is there anyone in the world whose toilet you would like to clog? Who?
A: Not that I can think of. Maybe someone who wanted me to do it for them, if there is such a thing?
LC
Tayor
Wee with Andrea
I have decided to share my wee with Andrea! We spent an hour at lunch and before resuming another three hours of meetings we went to the toilets to unload the water we had been drinking. We went into the same toilets as before and took a stall each. There was the sound of doors being locked, zips being unzipped and the rustle of clothes being pulled down as I lowered my trousers to my knees and took a seat. There was only a couple of seconds silence before we started peeing within moments of each other and this time Andrea's stream sounded much more relaxed, tinkling softly against the water below her. I had my usual gentle splashy wee. It was a beautiful sound of two ladies emptying their bladders. My wee finished first and I pulled off some toilet paper as I waited for the final few dribbles but Andrea continued for another ten seconds or so. I was pulling up my underwear when I heard the toilet roll holder and we flushed our toilets together. Andrea flushing before redressing while I flushed after. We met at the sinks and shared a smile in the mirror before washing our hands and returning to our training.
Norm
Replies & Trail Cyclist's Outdoor Poop Survey
Hello all,
@Marina: Thanks for your message!
@Leah: Don't be too hard on yourself. People have been pooing on that spot for thousands of years and will continue for many more. This was an emergency and a real instance of "when you gotta go, you gotta go"! Rather you dumped it out on that grass than needlessly messing up your pants, and you did your poo in a secluded part of a public area, not in someone's garden, on their doorstep or a footpath. Be careful in the park at night though! I would probably have done the same in the circumstances if I wasnt going to make it home. I have parted grass with my shoe or gouged out a shallow hole to poo in outside, and then covered it over as much as possible. Sounds like you didn't have time for that so there wasnt much else you could do in the circumstances. All you can do is carry some paper and wipes in future just in case. Hope your outer shorts survived anyway!
@Veronika: Just on your posts some time back about your workplace, how is your work bathroom situation now? Two cubicles sounds quite little if there are a lot of women working there. Did your colleagues ever come together to ask for more ladies facilities? Do you usually poo after lunch or at different times at work and is it always busy then? Hope it's better and you had a good poo if you went there today anyway!
@Trail Cyclist: Sounds like you had a good, comfortable outdoor dump there. See answers to your survey below.
I have had several outdoor poos in recent months, for the first time since childhood. I will post separately on those with another survey.
Outdoor Poop Survey answers:
Do people squat close to the ground or adopt a high squat when pooping outdoors? If a branch was available, would they sit on it?
Low squat to minimise the mess, avoid getting it on my clothes, evacuate quickly and as you say, maximise privacy. Haven't tried a branch.
Do people use toilet paper or leaves to wipe themselves?
Toilet paper and/or wet wipes preferably. I wrap it up and take it away to put in a bin. If I was stuck, I would use leaves.
Do people dig a hole to defecate into?
You probably should but you're right, poo decomposes so not a very big deal once it isn't going to cause problems for others, ie you do it off the trail so nobody will step on it or a child won't fall into it. I have gouged out small holes and covered it over with soil and leaves all with my shoe.
Do people have regular outdoor shitting locations?
There are wooded areas nearby and I have pooed in a few different locations, three more than once.
Do people produce a greater quantity of poo when shitting outdoors?
I think so. The squat does empty things out well. Probably some adrenaline as well avoiding being seen!
Finally, do people enjoy shitting outdoors?
Yes, I think I do.
Hope all your evacuations go well today!
Friday, July 10, 2026
Dominic
Response to Pete's Question
Re. your question about grunting while pooping, I definitely do that and I always have. I've never really been embarrassed about it either. Okay, maybe when I was pooping at school or am in a public bathroom, I'll try to be a little quieter, but I can't help it sometimes, especially as someone who does get constipated often. Just the other day I grunted pretty loudly while pooping; I hadn't gone in almost three days and it was quite hard and constipated at first. When it's like that, I can't help but make noise. I've noticed my brother grunts too (we live together so I'm going to notice), though not as much as I do. It's just a habit and I seem to always grunt while pushing, especially if I'm a bit backed up. Thankfully I can't think of a time when anyone has ever made fun of me for it. Even if I know others can hear, I usually don't care. Lol.
Taylor
Pooping with Andrea
I was at a work training today and during our lunch break I needed to poop so I headed to the toilets with my only female colleague at the meeting. There was only two stalls so we took one each. I pulled down my trousers to my calves and sat down as I made myself comfortable and I could hear Andrea unbuttoning her jeans next door. I softly farted as my backdoor domed and the head of a much needed poop began to crown and Andrea began peeing, a brief tinkle giving way to a strong hissing. She sounded so desperate. I relaxed and listened to Andrea as my poop slowly but surely crept out, it was large and dense but far from uncomfortable. It fell with a huge splash and I felt the water hit my cheeks and there was no doubt in my mind that Andrea would have heard it. My poop kept emerging and it soon broke off with another large splash followed by a plunk as I closed up and Andrea finished peeing shortly afterwards. She started pulling off toilet paper as I began my own stream, more gentle and splashy than hers and it was eventually drowned out by the sound of her flushing and it tapered off before the cycle finished.
Andrea left her stall to wash her hands but I wasn't finished. Another log made its arrival known and I just relaxed into it as I was gently stretched wide once more. I loved letting things happen in their own time and it wasn't long before it suddenly sped up and fell with a loud splash. I started pulling off some toilet paper as I heard Andrea drying her hands and I started with my front, making sure to wipe from front to back and then I used three handfuls to clean my behind. I left my stall with a big smile and Andrea waited for me to wash my hands before we headed out for lunch. We had another toilet visit after our break but it was only for a wee.
Thomas
How I learned the concept of "Not a potty"
One day a while after I turned four my mother had some chores to do. This included vacuuming, dusting, and laundry. My mother decided to have me play with my sister for a while. My sister decided to play house. She would be the mother and I would be the baby. I sat on her lap and she read some simple books to me like a mother might read to a baby. My sister was eight at that point. Eventually my bladder filled and I did what I needed to. My sister was surprised that I did this but she continued reading because she didn't know what else to do. Eventually my mother finished her chores and checked on us. My mother noticed the mishap and gave me a bath, changed my clothes, and I had a small snack and either soda or fruit juice. After I had some time to reset my mother gently explained to me that my sister's lap is not a potty and what that means.
For context, I'm on the spectrum (currently level one, but back then (in 1979 or early 1980) I was still level two). I was diagnosed as autistic at age two in 1977 shortly after my two year checkup. At that point my only words were "cat., "clock", and "moon". Otherwise I was not talking yet and according to my parents and my sister I didn't babble either. I eventually started talking in phrases and sentences but it took years. I had six months of speech therapy when I turned three and shortly after this I started using some new words. Despite my diagnosis my parents were not told that I might have difficulty with understanding the concept of pretend play.
Over the next four to five years I gradually learned which other things were not potties. Most laps (other than my sister's), shoulders, high chairs, car seats, and carpet squares were confusing for me as well as sandboxes. Over time I had to learn each individual item that wasn't a potty. By age seven or eight I generally had a good grasp of this but there were still some mishaps and close calls here and there. For example, one day when I was maybe about nine I was at a car dealer with my parents and my bladder was getting full. I was doing a potty dance and I pointed to a car seat in one of the cars on display. I pointed to the car seat and called out "Car Seat Potty!" and started climbing into the vehicle. My mother noticed that I was about to make a mistake and she took me out of the car and let my father know that I needed to go. He took me by the hand to the restroom and I made it without incident. Later on after we got home my mother gently explained to me that the car seat in that car on display is not a potty and that only the toilet counts as a potty unless they specifically say otherwise. This was probably my last misunderstanding of this type (no more recent ones come to mind at the moment).
Darlene
Replying to Pete
I wouldn't say I grunt during one of my sessions because mines usually comes out soft, mushy and messy.
Mina[ppé]
About grunt
Moderator-san, thank you for answer to my question. I read 4.5 and we four are agree very much. I surprised to read about masthead many times in early post. But of course it is not need.
Dear Pete: About grunt. Mina always thought, grunt is noise of pig, and Hisae and Kazuko they are jokers, they sometimes made noise of pig when they defecating. But Mina check in dictionary, and she found grunt has another meaning. Mina wrote before, in hot spring story, Maho made nnngggg noise before she drop her PLOP from her bottom. That is grunt! (?)
(Chae, PLEASE, you DON'T make noise of pig now. Mina want to concentrate to type to Pete.)
Mina answer to Pete. We four are usually very quiet when we defecating, of course we talk each other between defecates, and sometimes kiss, but we don't make nnnggg noise. Exception is Maho, because her brown bananas very hard like a rock, so sometimes she say nnngggg and then drop her big banana. Mina also, but very rare. In hot spring, Maho gave big grunt, because she wanted that her crushes and Shinri hear. But usually she give very small grunt.
When we were little... We don't remember. Maho says, she did grunt maybe, but she doesn't remember well. Kazuko says, from about age 10 she never did, because her mother bang on door and shout "are you girl or boy?" when she make defecate noise. But now of course Kazu's mother change, and now Kazu can make any noise what she like in loo of her mother's home. And drop bananas in saecula saeculorum. (Mina learn this phrase from Rhondda Daddy, it is Latin and mean, for ever and ever, world without end. Very funny phrase, Mina really like.)
After we drop big brown banana, we sometimes moan because relief and good feeling. Is that same with grunt??
We hope everyone is very very fine. And we hope everyone who escape from us long time come back to site soon. We are looking forward! Enjoy to drop beautiful brown bananas in saecula saeculorum when you have urge.
Lots love to everyone.
Chakamami Family
Wednesday, July 8, 2026
Oopsexcuseme
To Pete Re: Grunting
Yes, I am a grunter when trying to force out a thick large mass. I used to think it was funny hearing my father grunt; now I know the importance of it. I commonly feel great afterwards following that needed splashy plop. Go ahead and grunt; be loud and proud! (◐‿◑)
Oopsexcuseme
To Thunder> Toilet Talkfest
It drives me nuts when people are talking on their phones; especially in a public bathroom. How rude and stupid; that should be a safe haven! I say go ahead and grunt loud, flush as much as you need to and maybe yell out, "Oh Wow, That Was A Big One wheww!"
Oopsexcuseme
To Zip Pg 1389 NO DOOR--
One time, I think I was about 28 years old, I was at the Arden Fair Mall in Sac and I, after a long drive, had to drop one in a major way. When I got to the men's room, there were I think, three stalls, two with doors and one, without. I cannot remember for certain but I think the two doored stalls may have been in use so that may be why I used the doorless one. (maybe at that age, I wanted to be on display, cannot remember) anyhow, guys came in, a couple gave me a funny look especially since now the doored stalls were free and here I am underwear to the floor proudly pushing, plopping, splashing and most likely, grunting. No negative vibes nor did I have any issues. I finished up, continued with my shopping, I think I bought a cool pair of shades, then I drove home.
Tricky
Re: Skidmarked from a walk
Q: How many times do you actually wipe? (Be honest. We're all friends here… or at least fellow bathroom criminals.)
A: That depends on how messy the cleanup job is. I'm a thorough wiper that likes to assure there is nothing left on the paper during the final wipe. I almost never get skidmarks as a result. The only times I've gotten skidmarks are when either I didn't have enough wiping material available to clean myself to my standards, or in an emergency situation where the turtle's head forcibly poked out and kissed my boxers before I could make it to a toilet.
Q: Has this insane heat changed your bathroom game?
A: Not at all.
Q: What's your go-to drink to keep the pipes moving?
A: Water. Lots of it.
Q: And most importantly… what's the wildest, grossest, or most legendary poop story you've got?
A: I have many contenders, and that depends upon which of those words is more important in the assessment. So I'll go with some of the largest and messiest poops I did in some of the worst circumstances, and give you 10 stories I posted here. In all circumstances, these were massive emergency poops where I had no choice other than to fill my pants because I absolutely couldn't hold it. Two of them involved pooping outside next to coworkers in remote areas with little or no coverage and no alternative options. Two of them involved pooping at work the day after Thanksgiving. Three of them involved pooping into a public toilet that had no privacy due to either a doorless stall or no stall at all, with other people present who saw me on the can.
1) Page 2933, "The Biggest Crap I've Ever Taken"
2) Page 3079, "Pooping with a different coworker, Old Man Karl" (divided into multiple parts, this is the start, proceed to later pages to read the rest, but the particular story of interest is Pt 2 where I had no choice but to go outside)
3) Page 3123, "There's a First Time for Everything"
4) Page 2940, "Dropping a lunker at a highway rest stop"
5) Page 3036, "I once had to work the day after Thanksgiving"
6) Page 3128, "Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work" (divided into multiple parts, this is the start, proceed to later pages to read the rest)
7) Page 3153, "Desert Dump" (divided into multiple parts, this is the start, proceed to later pages to read the rest, but Part 3 is the particular story of interest on page 3155, where again I had to poop outside next to a coworker)
8) Page 2882, "Nowhere else to go... my intro to shameless pooping"
9) Page 2932, "Pooping in front of Police"
10) Page 3091, "An embarrassing emergency poop off the nature trail"
I have many other stories that come close, most of which I've told here. I've had lots of memorable emergency dumps after holiday and birthday feasts that were really bad.
Mina, that was deleted and replaced with paragraph 4.5
Thunder
Response Emma Two
I note 6 days without pooping?
Moe information...how big was the load? and was it hard coming out.
I have been about 5 or maybe six days but was resolved with multiple water enemas.
the amount I evacuated in total was enormous and it was exhausting and the smell was significant......but felt so much better.
I have never had a situation of an emergency dump in a suburban area not in a toilet. It would be interesting?
Thunder
Leah
Just a quickie
I was in the pub on Saturday night, I left around midnight and cut through the park. This is a large and popular park, and it was pitch black at night, but I could see the path and I followed it.
I knew I needed to pee and there are bushes and tree's everywhere, being dark just gave me even more cover.
I quickly looked around and I didn't hear or see anybody, so I walked just off the path and to a hedgerow or bush, I couldn't remember it was so dark. And I bravely pulled my shorts and thong down and squatted down low beside this bush.
I was always looking around for people, it would have been very bad if someone had caught me.
So I farted, my feet were apart and suddenly I couldn't pee because I felt a poo coming, so a poo just slid out of Me and onto the grass.
I waited a minute and I could feel my pee coming.
I couldn't see my poo clearly, maybe the grass was too long or thick? But I took some small leaves off the bush to wipe my bum with, it was a waste of time as the leaves just went through my fingers, so after shaking myself dry I pulled my thong and shorts back up and waddled home.
I could clearly feel the moisture in my bum as I was walking, and when I got home I went to the loo to wipe my bumper properly, but most of my poo was in my thong as one big skidmark. There was still some poo on the loo paper, but mostly damp sweat, even my bum was damp. I had to take my thong off and stayed commando
So from that I have a question
This was a very embarrassing poo for me, not so much the pooping. But the fact that people no doubt saw my load the following morning, and I had nothing on me but my handbag. So what you have done in that situation? I mean should I have tried to dig a hole or something?
I'd love to hear your ideas!!
Reply to skidmarked from a walk - questions
How many times do you actually wipe? (Be honest. We're all friends here… or at least fellow bathroom criminals.)
It can be anywhere from two squares to ten, a lot of the time I get a messy bum that takes 100 squares to get clean, it's so annoying
Has this insane heat changed your bathroom game?
I'm always thirsty, so I'm always fighting with my bowels to get moving
What's your go-to drink to keep the pipes moving?
Anything once I put dulcolax in it.
And most importantly… what's the wildest, grossest, or most legendary poop story you've got?
Maybe the one above?
Love from leah xx
Kenna
Vacation poops!
Hey all! It's Kenna back after a break! There hasn't been much to report on with Josh or Mackenzie. We all recently went on vacation together across country. Josh hadn't gone poop in a few days leading up to the trip. Mackenzie and Josh have really opened up to each other over their poop troubles and have gone to the bathroom in front of each other a few times while it's been a struggle to help support each other and of course I am there too helping them go in any way they I can. Anyways we shared hotel rooms on the trip and the final morning before arriving at our destination Josh finally needed to poop. He told Kenzie and I that he had to go and headed for the bathroom while we packed up our stuff. We loaded up the car and came back into the room. Josh was still in the bathroom so I knocked and asked if I could come in. He let me in and I asked him how he was doing. "It's stuck in there Kenna, and really hard. It's not coming out" "push for me hon, let's see if we can get it out before we leave". Josh labored against his stuck poop and I gently coached him while rubbing his back and cheeks. The hard turd would show a little with each push but would retreat back after he needed to catch his breath. Meanwhile Kenzie had gone to get us coffee for the ride and when she got back she texted me asking if things were ok. I told her his poop was stuck and he was having trouble going. Josh tried for about 10 more minutes and then gave up. I gently wiped him but the paper was clean. We headed out and at our first stop he went into the toilets and tried going again but it still didn't come out. Kenzie asked if anything came out and he shook his head. Ugh I'm sorry she said. Traveling and not being able to poop has to be uncomfortable! "It is. I really need to go too. I'll probably wait til we get there and then have you two help me get it out". After awhile we stopped again and Josh said he would like to try again so his urge wouldn't go away. This rest area was huge and had family bathrooms so we all went in together and locked the door. There was no stall just a toilet and sink. I actually needed to go number 2 also but let Kenzie pee first. "I have to poop, can I go first and then you can go Josh?" Yes of course babe, idk if mine will come out but I'd like to try for awhile" I lowered my pants and thong and sat down. I peed first which I really had to do too. Josh knelt in front of me and Kenzie leaned on the sink. I started pushing and concentrated on my dump. It took a minute or two before it started to come. Once it did though it didn't stop and came out in one solid turd. I looked in the toilet and it was bigger than I thought! "Dang girl, good job!" Josh said. He tore off a bunch of paper and I let him wipe me. "Wanna see it Kenzie?!" Sure she said and looked after I pulled up my pants. "Damn Kenna good one! I flushed and switched places with Josh. Kenzie also stayed by the toilet as I knelt and held onto Josh. "Ok sweetie, relax, just focus and take your time, I'm right here. Push." "Ok here goes" Josh said as he began to push. He grunted gently, breathed again and resumed another push. He was tensing hard as he tried. Push after push went by and Kenz asked him if it was coming. "Not yet, it's right there but it's soooo hard and feels really big too". "Awh, I'm sorry, you got this!!" "Puuuuush honey, I coaxed". He grunted and strained away at it but could not go. "Ugh it won't come out, I can't do it" he got up and we left. "I need a suppository" "I'll give you one when we get there baby, then you can take your time and relax". We got to our destination, unpacked and I gave Josh the suppository. I could feel his poop just sitting there. "It's right there baby, hopefully this should help you do it". "I hope so too. I just want this to come out and be done" we made dinner plans and asked Josh if he would like to get this poop out before eating but he said we could do dinner first and then come home so he could just focus on pooping the rest of the night. Dinner was excellent and we arrived back at the house. We decided to walk on the beach with Josh still needing to poop. "I wanna give this suppository more time" he said. "And work off dinner". We walked and enjoyed a beautiful sunset. On the way back Kenzie had to pee and there were beach bathroom houses along the way. There was no one around so we all went in together and locked the door. Kenzie peed and Josh said "I may as well try to poop if you two don't mind, I don't want to clog the toilet anyways at the house". "Yes go ahead baby" and Kenzie agreed. Josh said he wasn't leaving until he was done but warned us it could take a very very long time. "Don't worry about that, take your time and poop as long as you need" he sat on the toilet and slowly began pushing. After a few minutes of nothing happening I gently scooted him forward a bit and leaned him over so I could watch what was trying to come out. "I'm going to see how bad it's stuck" I told him. "Push babe". His butthole slowly opened and his turd began to poke thru a little. It looked huge and knobby. It wouldn't come any further though and he relaxed allowing it to go back inside of him. "It's big Josh, try again honey, let it come" I gently whispered. He pushed again and I gently coaxed while holding his butt open. His turd kept stopping in the same spot and just refused to budge. I felt so bad for him and asked "is there anything else we can do to help you?" He asked to try squatting. Mackenzie layed down a bunch of paper towels on the floor and Josh got into position in front of her and she helped hold him up, while I went behind him to help work on his butthole and hold his cheeks open. "Try again baby, you can do this" I pushed on his perineum to try and help him dislodge this turd. It took a long time but he finally started to get it moving a little. "Keep going baby, it's coming. A little further and I can grab it and pull while you push. He squeezed Kenzie hard as he strained and strained. I kept working on his perineum and around his butthole to try and help him make progress. "Youre doing great Josh" Kenzie encouraged him during a push. "Ugh it hurts, please come out" Josh moaned. "Concentrate baby, almost there. Puuuuuuuusssh" he kept pushing even though it was very uncomfortable and hard. Some pushes were definitely half hearted as it was hurting him. "How far is it out?" He asked. "Like 3 inches babe, it's still really stuck" Josh panted and swore under his breath, shook his head as Kenzie comforted him and reminded him that it would be over soon. He resumed pushing and I helped him as best I could. I didn't want to break the turd off and have him lose progress. His poop was impossibly hard and felt dense and woody like. He was sweaty and Mackenzie gently dabbed his forehead and got a wet towel to put on his head. He shook a little while tensing up pushing and trying with all his might. He whimpered and held Kenzie tightly while bearing down. She was doing all she could to keep him calm and steady. She rubbed his shoulders and was whispering to keep going as she dabbed his forehead with the towel. His poop had slipped out a little further and I told him so. It showed no sign of getting softer or less thick however. "I need to rest for a minute" Josh stood up with the turd poking straight out of him. "Thank you both for trying to help and being patient with me. I didn't think I'd be this constipated but damn this is soooo hard!" "It's ok, don't apologize, you can't help it or control it" Kenzie said. Josh squatted once More and stuck his butt out towards me. He had enough of the humungus log sticking out so I told him "ok Josh, push and I am gently going to pull" he pushed and pushed and pushed and I gently pulled during. It was so slow going as I wiggled it just trying and trying to break it free. It took forever it felt like and finally it came all the way out at about 18" long. It was one piece. Kenzie cleaned him up
Kenna
Vacation poops part 2!
I gently wiped Josh's sore butt and then got rid of his turd into the toilet. I had to break it in half to try to flush it. Kenzie said she'd never seen a turd that big and then made sure Josh didn't need anything else. It took 2 flushes and it was gone. We walked back to the house and Josh went straight to bed. Kenzie and I enjoyed some wine before heading to bed. The next day she needed to go poop and said she thought it might be hard for her to go also and asked if we could come keep her company just in case. She peed first then began to focus on her number two. The first few attempts were slow and her face went red. "Yep, it hurts and will be slow and hard." She began trying again while leaning her head on my shoulder. Josh held her hand and was rubbing her back with the other while gently telling her she could do it and to focus. Soon after she began dropping hard little rabbit pebbles every several pushes. After she got those out there was a bigger harder turd stuck behind. She struggled and pushed but was having a really hard time. "Well it appears I'm also constipated! This is hard!!" She took a short break then asked me to see how big it was. She leaned forward and gave a big push. The turd showed itself and it was big. "Gosh Kenz that's a biiiiig poop". "Push girl, you can do it"! She pushed and went really red as she tried to poop this thing out. After awhile it started to come out. It took her several minutes to drop it with Josh and I encouraging her during her pushes. The log tapered off a bit at the end and she finished with a softer smaller turd. She wiped herself and said ouch while doing it. We looked at her poop in the toilet and it was a lot and big! She said omg I feel so much better! She flushed and we all left the bathroom and enjoyed the rest of our trip! I'm out of time but helped Josh go again when we got home as he didn't poop the rest of vacation or the way home! I'll post that when I can! Xoxo Kenna
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 19
To Norm: Hi, thank you very much for your best poop wishes. If nothing fails the restroom will be finished this week, I can't wait :)
34) - Saturday, mid-October 2019, I was 11-yo. Mom and I went to buy a small gift at a big store located in an industrial park. It had everything from household goods to baby items and toys. It's no longer there and the surrounding area has changed; it's now a large bazaar. But I was able to measure, using GMaps, the shortest distance from the toilet that I pooped to the nearest outside (which was its own parking lot fence) some time ago, and it was 62 meters, more than in my old house in the small city (50 meters). The owners were (and still are, even though they no longer own the store) good acquaintances/friends of my grandparents and my mother, and we were good customers of theirs. I've always liked the location of the store; the back and right side had no neighboring buildings, just a huge fenced junkyard of industrial machinery, on the left side there was a mechanical workshop for vans and trucks, and at the front its own fenced parking lot (that front part is where the distance to the toilet is shortest).
Since I always pooped on our property, I felt like doing it somewhere more public but where I felt safe, and this was the first time in my life (consciously, maybe in preschool but I don't remember it) I'd pooped in a public restroom (or a semi-public one like this). This store was perfect for my defecation; just visually, and knowing the location of the restrooms (at the back right, next to the junkyard), gave me a lot of confidence without even measuring the distances. But whenever we went shopping over there and I needed to poop, there was always a girl around my age…
That day my dream came true: Mom and I arrived at closing time and there wasn't a soul around. The workshop on the left was closed, as was the junkyard, and the store owner was closing up. Mom rolled down the car window and told him how unlucky we were that they were closing, but he let us in saying we were locals. We parked outside and Mom and me got in. He closed the external gate of the parking garage so no cars could enter since it was closing time, and we went into the store. As soon as we entered, we walked down the long, wide aisle and went to the counter (at the back on the right). His wife greeted us warmly, telling me how beautiful I looked and how I had grown, holding a very cute babyboy (her grandson). They had five sons and now their first grandchild. She joked that they didn't know how to make girls and were very proud to be young grandparents.
The situation was perfect, with just the two owners (early 50s-yo), their adorable baby grandson (4-mo), Mom (34) and me. The turd was putting quite a bit of pressure on my anus so I asked if I could use the restroom. She said yes and gave me the key encouraging me to go. The restroom hallway was right behind the counter (in fact, the back wall of the counter was the wall of the restroom hallway). When I went in, the second door was the women's restroom and the hallway with a door was useful for muffling any noise since the bowel movement was gassy and the counter, where they were, was located directly opposite but through the walls. I liked the restroom: simple, with a half-open window, a sink and a toilet with an industrial flusher, all in white, very clean and tidy. A marvel for relieving myself.
As soon as I sat down, I relaxed my sphincter and felt the turd wanting to see the light. I pushed and a medium thickness, but above all, long turd came out between my legs, light milk-chocolate brown, smooth but cracked, with a little mucus and accompanied by a loud, long cracking sound that echoed throughout the restroom until it was completely expelled. It was very long and came out in one piece, curling into the shape of a large horseshoe on the back wall of the toilet. I pushed hard since the defecation was extremely pleasant and no more poop came out. The poop was very clean and well-formed, but the bathroom reeked strongly of my shit, not eggy, but putrid and rancid. I did my cleaning routine and the drain swallowed it without any problems (very strong flusher).
I felt bad about making the bathroom stink so much (no air freshener and the half-open window wasn't enough), but I felt so well and happy after that dump, my body really needed it. A short time later after I left the restroom, Mom and she finished their conversation and we went to find the gift. After we bought it the owner opened us the external gate, we say goodbye and went home.
35) - Last Saturday of December 2019, I was 11-yo. Weekend at our property and there were 16 in total. They arrived that Saturday morning to spend the weekend: Alicia (33), her husband Paco (38) with their sons: Nacho (5) and Julio (almost 3). Andres (34, Alicia's brother-in-law), his wife Inma (35) with their son David (8, my first love) and their toddlergirl Nuria (22-mo). Inma's brother Jorge (37), his wife Claudia (34) with their daughter Paola (3). And the regulars: Isa (33, Lara's sister) and her husband Jose (35) with their toddlergirl Andrea (almost 16-mo) who also spent the night in our property, Mom (34) and me.
It was a nighttime dump in the early hours. Although my stomach didn't hurt, I woke up with an enormous urge to poop. I hadn't pooped since Christmas Day, so all the delicious meals that day and the rest of the week had created a huge 3-dayer buildup in my guts. I went carefully to the main bathroom without waking anyone and amazingly, none of the 15 woke up or bothered me during my bowel movement, not even the toddlers. The only annoying thing was the bathroom light, which dazzled me a little when I turned it on.
As soon as I sat down I relaxed my sphincter and, with just a little pushing, released 4 small egg-shaped turds in quick succession (they were the pieces that were practically begging to be released). They were very hard, lumpy, cracked and had parts that were light greenish brown (light olive) and others that were light milk-chocolate brown. Half a minute later, I felt another piece, pushed and released it; the same type as the previous ones but now with a uniform light olive color. These few pieces, although very dry and in the water, were enough to start filling the surrounding air with the stench of old feces. It wasn't extremely strong but it was bad. I was very constipated, but it was very pleasurable to leave my anus open, feel the pieces and evacuate them; I felt like there was a lot of poop to evacuate.
A minute later, my bowels started to move more intensely and I felt a huge lump heading towards my rectum. I pushed and a thick turd began to dilate my anus widely. As it dilated, another small, egg-shaped light olive colored lumpy turd was released, and then I saw the enormous beast emerging between my legs: a very thick, not very long, slightly lumpy turd, cracked and with a bit of mucus between the cracks. The first few centimeters were light olive colored and the rest was my usual light golden brown. By this point, the bathroom really started to stink of shit, but I still felt more poop. While I waited I let out a relaxing pee.
Another minute later, I felt another very thick piece. I pushed, it opened my anus wide and I released a turd just like the first, but smooth and cracked and with a uniform light golden brown color. A few seconds later the last one, with the same texture, color and thickness, but longer. I've always been a fast pooper, but it took me about 5 minutes just to get rid of all the feces and the total volume of poop was impressive; it was clear I had a lot accumulated. And although the bathroom ended up smelling strongly of pure shit, not eggy, but very putrid and rancid, it was so pleasant and I felt so empty... I did my cleaning routine and went back to bed to sleep.
Trail Cyclist
Outdoor Poop Survey
Hello,
I was recently on a long trail ride and felt the need to poo. I could have held it in but it was going to be a long time before I reached a public toilet. So I got off the bike when I was riding through a wooded section of the trail and looked for a place to relieve myself. I am not shy about these things. It is difficult to be if you are a cyclist, although I usually just pee. The last time I had a shit on a ride was when I was riding with my cycling partner in Scotland and we found an organic public toilet at a beach where we had a buddy dump(described in an earlier post).
On this occasion, I was alone. I found a small path going off the main trail and walked with my bike along it until I felt sufficiently far from the main trail to be sure that I would not be seen. At this point a tree had fallen down and one of its branches conveniently was at a height that I could sit on. I took my cycling shorts down and got myself comfortable on the branch. My first need was to have a pee, so I shuffled forward on the branch so that my pee went straight down between my legs onto the grass below.
It was now time for the main event. I moved my bottom backwards on the branch so that my poo would drop straight to the floor and made sure my feet were not in the way. I leaned forward slightly into my normal pooing position and started to push. It took a bit of time for my hole to open but after a few minutes my first turd fell to the ground below and made a satisfying phlumfing noise as it nestled in the grass below. I could feel I was not completely done so kept gently pushing. I was enjoying the feeling of the wood bark on my legs and the breeze on my bottom. The smell from my poo was noticeable but less obvious than if I had been in an enclosed space. It was nice to hear the bird song and feel part of nature, doing a very natural act. In the next few minutes I produced three or four more logs which became smaller and lighter brown. They fell on top of each other with the same phlumfing noise.
At that point I realised I was done and used some leaves from the tree and some big dock leaves to clean myself. It was not as good as toilet paper but the leaves served their purpose and I dropped them over my turds to provide a partial covering. Later in the day when I took my underpants off I could only see a very faint sign of a skid mark, probably helped by the solidity of the turds I had produced.
That was the end of a most enjoyable shit and it led me to think how and whether others have the same methods for outside pooping. My questions are-
Do people squat close to the ground or adopt a high squat when pooping outdoors? If a branch was available, would they sit on it?
My personal preference is probably for a low squat as it provides more privacy. But I need to be sure that my bottom will not be touched by any ticklish low growth or stinging nettles.
Do people use toilet paper or leaves to wipe themselves?
My preference is leaves as I do not like to leave toilet paper scattered around.
Do people dig a hole to defecate into?
I don't as shit seems to decompose quickly in the open. I make sure that it is not on a track where people might tread in it, although I would not be embarrassed if people saw it.
Do people have regular outdoor shitting locations?
I don't, but I can imagine that a regular site would provide extra comfort and security.
Do people produce a greater quantity of poo when shitting outdoors?
I was pleasantly surprised by the quantity I had produced.
Finally, do people enjoy shitting outdoors?
I know I did!
Bianca
To Cindy
Hi Cindy! Sorry to hear about your dad's accident. At least he didn't get kicked off by the driver. That happened to a mother with a sick infant. The baby had diarrhea on the bus. I'm glad dad is feeling better. Btw, we have an odor nutralizer that hangs into the toilet. It helps tone down the stink for sure.
Pete
Do you grunt when doing Number Two?
When I was younger I thought that only young children grunted when they were shitting, but as I grew older I realised that many adults do it as well. Since I started living on my own, with no family around to hear and make rude comments , I realise how easy and quite enjoyable it is if you grunt to encourage yourself to push out recalcitrant turds. When I have taken a laxative after a period of constipation the hard first turd (the"cork") which needs a lot of pushing to get out seems to encourage me to grunt, and to continue grunting for each turd that hits the water.
Shay
Upset Stomach
Hey all, I'm up eating more sugar free candy. I've been having incomplete movements since Monday, and just don't want things to plug up and get stuck. Last weekend I took a bunch of sugar free candy and milk of magnesia, and I had some moderate diarrhea. Monday, two days after my cleanse, I was still running to the toilet. The first two shits were just mushy blobs, and I blamed it on my morning coffee, but by my third trip my ???? felt queasy, and I knew it was diarrhea. My stomach was also cramping a lot and I had to run to the toilet every hour at work. The first few poops weren't substantial, but the fourth time I went to the restroom, right before going I felt really wet poo pulsing at my hole and needing to come out, and I struggled to hold it. When I got to the toilet, I exploded with a lot of runny poo, some of it still coming out in floating blobs and making a mess on my butt. I felt empty after that but still needed four more loose poos that day, my guts sloshing and full of water, cramps ripping across my intestines every time I needed the restroom. But then Tuesday I only had one poop, and ever since then I've had hard bowels. I'm pacing myself with the candies right now, that way I get to really feel my stomach churn for a while before I get the urge to open my bowels. I plan on taking 96 g of sugar alcohol, and in the past hour and a half I've only taken half but already my guts are bloated and rumbling, and I've passed a few forceful, wet sounding farts.
I just hate being backed up so much. When I'm constipated, my belly gets bloated and hard and it's so uncomfortable trying to poop. That's why I take things to soften my bowels so often. I would rather have liquid poo and struggle to hold it than feel plugged up.
There's not a ton of activity right now, just a bit of rumbling in my belly, so I'm eating the rest of my candy and I'll be back with notable updates about this evening's bout of runny poo.
Ciao for now
Thunder
Toilet Talkfest
A few times now when I have sat on toilets at our local shopping centre someone has come in, sat in the pot, dropped poo and started talking on their mobile phone . If they want to talk that is ok but sometimes if I am pushing out a stubborn stool I can grunt quite loudly . Also there are toilets flushing etc , I wonder what the person on the other end of the phone can hear ? I have no problem with people using their phone in the toilet to speak to someone but I would not . Thunder
Saturday, July 4, 2026
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 18
LC's Questions
-Do you enjoy leaving skid marks in the bowl or seeing others?
For mines I'd rather not since I'd have to clean it up afterwards. As for other people's, it depends on the situation or who is the pooper. If they're in a situation that I would enjoy if I were in their position then I really enjoy it. But I'll explain it to you better:
If it comes from men I've always enjoyed it, when I was a child boys around my age were included. If it came from girls or women, it depends; when I was a child, if it came from a big teenage girl (or older) and there were no other girls her age around (the others were just the age of her parents or people much older than her) then yes, if not then no. Now, if it comes from a woman who could be my mother (16 years or more, older than me) and there are no other women of her age or generation around (within a this 16-year range, down or up) I enjoy it. Sometimes parents (16 years older than me) have come (either alone or with their opposite sex couple) to leave their children in my care at our property and I'd be there alone (or with my little brother), and they'd have to rush to the bathroom because they couldn't hold it anymore, so I enjoy the potential skid mark left behind using it to picture that massive dump.
In the case of children's skid marks (and also pee and poop), I have no interest and have never had any, except for mere curiosity or the need to correct or teach them some bathroom behavior.
-Do you try to extrapolate anything about the poo from the marks left behind?
Yes and that is precisely the reason why I enjoy watching the skid marks, and not just that, but also the lingering smell and being able to hear the defecation from outside the bathroom if possible; I've loved it since I was little.
Landen's Pee survey for women
- How many times do you pee on average every day?
I urinate around 5 times a day. Although I try to stay well hydrated, I don't drink much and have a good bladder capacity (I don't need to get up at night to pee).
- How long do you pee for on average?
On average it's about 25 seconds; I think sometimes, when my bladder is really full, I've made it to a minute. I have a strong pelvic floor even though I've always held in my huge poops.
- Does your pee trickle, hiss, or gush? (Please give details if possible like if you pee hisses, is it a higher pitch or lower)
Hiss, my pee comes out in a steady, vigorous stream, without interruption or breaks and producing a good hissing sound. The pitch I think is the same as other girls, although I've never really paid attention to the pitch of the peeing sound. I don't know the exact meaning of "gush" in the context of peeing, but the translator tells me it refers to a large flow/emanation of liquid; if that's the case, then I'm a "gusher" too when my bladder is really full.
- When you pee does it start as a trickle and then hiss (if you hiss) or hiss straight away?
Basically hiss straight away, even in cases of vaginal congestion (pleasant defecation, a very slight sensation that it takes a bit more to start peeing) and a full bladder (where tense muscles need to relax after so much time spent tense), this trickle is so brief (a maximum of one second) that I don't really consider it one. It isn't a trickle lasting a few seconds, or a trickle followed by a pause; rather, it is an extremely short, progressive pre-hiss trickle.
- What is the weirdest sounding pee you have heard from yourself? (Please be descriptive like if it was a wavy hiss, stop and start hiss, or whatnot)
I don't recall any pee that I myself would classify as the weirdest.
- What is the weirdest sounding pee you have heard from someone other than yourself? (In a public bathroom, by a family member, or a friend)
It happened in a mall restroom about 4 months ago; it was busy and smelled like poop (bearable, but noticeable). I went in to pee, there were plenty of stalls, and a woman who looked to be in her late 20s or almost 30-yo, walked into the stall next to mine at the same time. The toilet bowl was clean and free of smears, but knowing what mall restroom hygiene is like, I grabbed some hand sanitizer, put it on a piece of toilet paper and wiped down the seat. While I was doing that, I could hear the woman going trickle-hiss-stop, trickle-hiss-stop… she kept doing that the whole time.
The truth is that a good pee is physically pleasurable and for me, when it happens alongside a good poop, it's psychologically satisfying too but always as an asociated/secondary bodily need. For me, peeing, on its own, doesn't even compare to defecating and that's why I don't pay attention to the finer details the way I do with a good dump. Check out also my post on page 3177, Jason's Survey, title: Surveys and Responses
33) - Wednesday, mid-September 2019, I was 11-yo. It was my 2nd week of 6th of elementary school (here in Spain called primary) and we were still spending the summer at our country property. During school hours I felt the massive turtlehead lodged in my rectum wanting to see the light (4-dayer), and I was longing for Mom to come pick me up so we could head straight to the country house, accompanied by the skinny and premature boy who had peed and pooped himself in front of everyone in 2nd grade, along with his little daycare-aged sister whom I'd never seen before, both of them in my mother's care.
As soon as we left school with the little boy holding my hand, there were Mom with his precious little sister (2 and a half-yo) who, unlike her brother, had no health problems: long black hair slightly curled at the ends, big green eyes and an adorable face with chubby cheeks. Consequently, the situation upon our arrival at our property was perfect for me to unload all my waste. Right after we got there, the little boy asked to use the bathroom; the time he spent in there told me he was pooping (and knowing what had happened to him at school last year, I knew he wasn't a school pooper). While I played with his little sister I really need to go; I could have used my 2nd bathroom, but I wanted to use the main one as soon as he finished because I wanted to see what it was like in terms of smell or smears.
As soon as he finished, I went into the bathroom but the little girl wanted to come with me, so I let her in. I had told Mom and she said lunch would be ready soon. Upon entering the little girl complained about her brother's poop smell and it certainly did smell bad, but the moment I breathed the air I knew mine was going to smell quite worse. The boy hadn't left any smears on the porcelain, the little girl stayed by my side and I settled onto the still warm seat. I relaxed my sphincter, but the turd was too thick to come out on its own; I pushed and the massive shit began to stretch my anus very wide. Between my legs, I watched the beast slowly emerge, curving forward accompanied by stinky squeaking sounds: very thick, dry and lumpy, with a pebble that broke off and fell, a bit of mucus in the cracks and a orangy light brown color. My pushes were strong, sustained and as soon as the drier section got out, "frocroroclocrocloc" (fast expulsion), a very long and very thick (same thickness of the dry part) rope still attached to the dry part began to fold, break and pile up against the wall of the bowl. It was clayey in texture, completely smooth but quite cracked, with some of them deep and light golden brown in color.
This time the bathroom really stank, not eggy, putrid and rancid; the little girl made faces when the concentrated rancid cabbage like stench hit her, very fecal and nasty. In a strained voice, I told her I was sorry but my body needed it while pushing out 2 more small logs of this sticky and clayey poop; then I let out a good pee and felt completely empty, very relieved and happy. I did my cleaning routine digging in my anus to get rid of all the "sticky peanut butter". After that we left the gas chamber and the 4 had a lovely day.
Oopsexcuseme
>IndianaMAN Re: Trash Can Dump Page 1062
Depending on your height and the height of the can, it can prove to be quite comfortable. I don't believe I have used a trashcan but I have used a 5 gallon bucket and a metal pail. Also a very big planter pot and an outdoor trough style bin. Experiment with different things as you will find something that is most enjoyable.
Anna from Austria
@Jenny "SIS" Cool you can remember my old posts.
And no the sidkmarks were much worse than the one I had during my time in the states. They looked like I did not try to cleam myself at at all. Like I said I was either to drunk to care or there was not enough toilet paper.
another short story. I was attending a keynote a few days ago. The women speaker did a good job. After the keynote I had to use the restroom for pee. As I entered the restroom I could her 2 ladies talking. while they were doing the business. One was just peeing, but the other one (the speaker lady) said she was holding it the whole and almost though she would not make it). As soon as she said it she farted twice and then something big left her behind with flomp sound.I could not smell anything yet because the restrooms wer completely enclosed. I took the tird remaining stall and did my pee. While I was peeing the speaker lady and the one left, their stalls, washed their hands then left the restroom. When I was done with peeing I opened the door auf my stall and a massive stench hit me. The speaker lady did not closed her stall after leaving and so her smell filled the whole room. The most impressive part of the story was how calm the speaker lady was during her speach. If she really was that desperate should hide it perfectly.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Cindy
fear accident
Hi everyone,
A while back, someone here (unfortunately, I don't remember who it was) asked if anyone else had ever experienced someone messing their pants out of fear.
I had an experience like that with my dad years ago, when I was 19.
We were out in town together for some reason. I can't remember exactly what we were up to. We were in a store when I noticed something was wrong with him. He had his hand on his stomach and kept grimacing. When I asked him what was wrong, he said he hadn't gone to the bathroom that morning and now really needed to go.
He looked really strained and his face was pale. I said we'd surely find a restroom, but he said he wanted to go home.
So we made our way to the bus stop. By that point, he was already walking very stiffly and had to stop every now and then to better hold in his bowels.
When we stopped at an intersection, he even bent his knees slightly and pressed his hands against his butt. He was sweating, and the whole situation was clearly embarrassing for him. At one point, he gasped in pain and let out several loud farts. He was desperate and apologized to me, but said he was having severe cramps. I told him not to worry and asked if he had diarrhea.
He said he'd just eaten a lot and that it all should have come out this morning.
Luckily, we soon reached the bus stop, and the bus was due to arrive shortly.
There was a bench at the bus stop, but every seat was already taken. Dad must have been really desperate, because he even spoke to the people there. He shifted nervously from one foot to the other and held his stomach.
"Would it be possible for one of you to stand up so I can sit down? I really have to go to the bathroom, and I think I'll be able to hold it in better this way," he said, his face red. To underscore his point, he let out a fart that he probably couldn't hold in.
A man stood up and motioned for him to sit down. Dad sat down on the bench, his knees pressed tightly together and his hands still on his stomach. He was still sweating, but he exhaled for a moment.
"Do you think you can hold it until we get home?" I asked him.
"Sitting down makes it better," was his answer, ignoring my question.
And New here is the point, I started with at the beginning:
A woman came to the bus stop with her German shepherd. I immediately saw Dad tense up again and turn even paler.
You have to know that my dad is terrified of dogs-especially German Shepherds-because he was bitten as a child.
I saw the fear in his eyes. Luckily, the bus arrived at that very moment.
"Let's get on," I said, reaching for Dad's arm to help him up, but he was still staring intently at the dog. As he stood up, of course, he let out another fart-probably because he couldn't concentrate on holding it in as well as before.
He was trembling as we got on the bus, and of course the woman and the German Shepherd got on right behind us.
To make matters worse, the bus was very crowded, so we didn't have a seat and had to stand in the aisle.
Dad was still looking fearfully at the dog, which was now standing on a leash next to him.
The dog looked up at Dad and nudged his leg lightly with its snout. And that was it-it was all over.
Dad let out a whimpering sound, and then he pooped his pants on the bus.
I didn't know what to do. I just stood there next to him while he couldn't hold it in anymore. He gasped, and then the poop came out into his pants, forming a big bulge.
I was shocked, and when I finally managed to look away from the bulge he'd created by pooping in his pants, I saw that he hadn't just lost control of his bowels. The front of his pants was wet, and it was running down his legs.
He was frozen in place.
Neither of us said a word about it. We drove home, and he went straight to the bathroom.
Later, we talked about the situation, and today we both laugh about it.
Norm
Replies
Hello all,
@Jenny SIS: Nice to see you back again. Hope you are doing well, and of course that you are getting your optimum 3 to 4 good dumps in every day! I know people drop off, I guess life is transient on forums same as out there in the physical world. I'm sure you can tell that your posts inspire, comfort and connect to plenty of us here. Obviously we must respect when people drop off but I do hope you hang around and post more again soon!
@Skidmarked from a walk: thanks but that post about pooping door less was by a handle-less poster (we're all anonymous!).
@Tricky: You learned to be fine with all of the open doors the hard way many times. Appreciate your candor. That's good about the solidarity in that regard in the military.
@Scooter sounds like you had plenty of hard exposure to those stalls at the track as well.
@Marina: Congrats on your upcoming new toilet, wishing you many happy poos in it!
Hope all your evacuations go well today folks!
Skidmarked from a walk
Just replies
First of all welcome back Jenny Sis. It's always nice to hear from you. I liked your post. It's ok to change your mind, especially when you're having fun. You know being creative can be exhausting sometimes... Many years I have nothing to say because not much happened that peaked my interest. Currently I'm 32 but I started writing and watching here since 12. Creative people need breaks. Maybe you need special breaks too. About getting big skid marks in your sexy panties as a young adult in your post. You're real for admitting that. Did you ever think about the smell? When you were on the airplane and don't wipe well and your thong didn't catch the poop did your skid marks get on your leggings too? Do you always wear black leggings? Would you ever dare wear light colored bottoms? If black thongs are your best I wonder what would happen if you wore granny panties. Would it look like you pooped yourself? Also you know something they should do in hospitals that take care of emergency people? They should give everyone who works there hospital underwear. You know that white cloth stretch underwear
You know something guys. I think your post are better when you just be yourself. Not super mature or using artificial intelligence.
Anne from Austria- I enjoyed your post. You were talking about big skid marks, I noticed you were drunk writing that post too. Have you ever had a skid mark while writing here?
Marina- Thankyou for answering my survey. I enjoyed your response. You're the second Spanish woman to "touch cloth" and poop yourself and not get a skid mark.
Deena- I enjoyed your stories. You had not just 1 but 2 accidents!
Denise
concert accident discourse
Hi everyone,
I saw a story in the news about a young woman who pooped her pants at a concert, and then shook it out of her pants and kicked it under a chair. It's been getting quite a lot of attention and generating a lot of opinions.
I want to say first and foremost that I definitely don't condone purposefully pooping oneself and exposing others to it - I agree that throwing it on the floor in a crowd is a crazy thing to do! But, as someone who has had very public, and humiliating accidents in front of others, I am a bit troubled by the judgement cast at her.
Some of you may remember a story I posted here last year in which I pooped my pants while rushing to get to a bathroom, and it was such a big accident that some poop fell out of my shorts onto the ground. In public. It's still a difficult memory for me. While my situation differs from this news story in that I was trying desperately to reach a toilet, and this woman seemingly just pooped her pants and wasn't bothered until someone called security, I am still troubled by how much judgement people are casting at her.
First of all, we don't know if she may have mental health issues, or potentially autism, which might affect her ability to use public toilets. Also, as someone who has had many embarrassing accidents, I think people underestimate how strangely someone can behave when they are overwhelmed with shame. It's plausible to me that she may have just had a genuine accident, and then been so shocked and embarrassed that she didn't know what to do and was trying to pretend it didn't happen. The decisions your brain can make when you are in shock can seem very very odd!
Of course this story is triggering to me, because people definitely saw me having an accident in my pants and surely must have drawn some awful conclusions about me. But, accidents happen for all sorts of reasons and in all sorts of ways, and I think a little compassion goes a long way. Again, I'm not saying it's okay for her to have done what she did, even if it was a genuine accident - I'm just saying, let's not assume she's just a horrible person who thinks it's fun or ok to poop on the ground!
Anyway, that's all from me for now. Thankfully, my journey continues in a positive direction - I've been accident free since my pull-up mishap on the bus, and I've continued using diapers when I travel, which I feel much more relaxed about now. That's why I've been so quiet here - nothing to report, thankfully! I hope everyone is well here too <3
My Mom's Unfollowed Advice
As soon as I started grade school my mom insisted that I take an after-dinner walk with her for about an hour or so through our neighborhood. It must have been nerves or something but when I was younger I could go only for 15 minutes or so without taking a bathroom break. So we would stop at a c-store, gas station or sometimes even our park for me to have my 'break.' She would get on me about not having remembered to go at home.
It was always about her never having to use the toilet at school (with the exception of one day when they took a tour bus trip to our statehouse). I know she meant well but I just got sick of her 'thinking forward' and planning ahead reminders. Now the last couple of years it is her who has to make a hurried trip to the park toilet, or like last night when we stopped at the c-store for her cigarettes. She was on the toilet when I knocked on her door and gave her the new pack I had bought. Within 5 minutes of lighting up she was off the toilet with a half bowl of crap to flush.
Thursday, July 2, 2026
Emma two
Fourteen days without pooing
To David P.
Wow! Fourteen days is a long time to be able hold your poo. I'm impressed. I'd be pooing myself after five days and I'd be feeling very uncomfortable. How big was it? Did it block the toilet? I guess it must have. Wow! That must have been such a relief. Two weeks without having a number two is crazy. That must be a record.
Has anyone else been able to hold it that long?
Tuesday, June 30, 2026
Thunder
Continence Assessment
I had my continence assessment on Friday and it is required for government support relating to my neuro condition . In brief a nurse telephones you and asks detailed and intimate questions about one's bowels and bladder functions and toileting . A report is then prepared, which costs a lot of money , and is submitted for funding . Whilst it is actually a very detailed report it does not give much in the way of advice or recommendations. My dominant issues are firstly getting very faint on the toilet after a very big , hard poo. Thus can in turn make me very exhausted and dizzy . It can also cause my neuro symptoms to flare up for a while . The next issues is my sometimes inability to wipe my bottom and lastly is my irregularly BMs . I can go 4 times a day then a couple of days pass without any action. Then I can and often do wake up at midnight and soon after for a poo . I can be in need of a poo all day but have no luck and then it all comes out and wooosh ! Also I often have very hard BMs. This is all medically reported for some unknown public servant to review . Guess what ? It does not worry me .
Luke
Reply about purposeful soiling
To James!
Ya know, I think when it came to pooping myself over the years, I was more willing to surrender and fill my pants than some others would be. Reason being that if the movement is solid, and you don't smush it by sitting or pressing at the bulge in your pants, poop accidents are pretty easy to clean up. It was a matter of simply dumping out your pants, cleaning it and yourself the best you can (even easier if you have wet wipes), and grab a fresh pair of undies.
So there were times where I really had to poop, and I had a moment where I COULD have held it longer but… I knew it was gonna be solid so… I'd go on purpose. Now I wouldn't just do it cuz I could, I did it because I'd already been holding it for a long while, and after a while holding it hurts! It can get exhausting for your bottom to hold it. I'm sure I've pooped myself more than peed myself because of that. I knew from experience, peeing your pants is a huge mess and very hard to hide. But my bladder was pretty strong all things considered. Probably cuz I hated stopping playing so I'd hold it, especially if I wasn't outside and couldn't just go in nature. So maybe that strengthened my bladder muscles.
Oh yeah, regarding my other friend, I don't really know. Although I observed her potty failures pretty often, I rarely brought it up in any way. I was shy, easy to fluster or upset. So I wasn't often one to inquire about anything, especially if it was something I was bashful about like my potty habits. Nowadays I have no idea what she's up to, I swapped schools and homes, so I dropped out of contact. But if she ever did fill her panties again, it was never when I was so blatantly able to witness it.
And lastly, as for other stories I sure do have em' haha. I'm glad someone is out there liking these! I'm a long time lurker and will certainly be posting more. Accident stories are relatable and kinda cathartic in a way to read about, and when I have the time I'll write about others, giving them their due diligence. After all is said and done, I guess it's fair to say that to this day, not every time I pooped myself was an accident…
Radu
Pee compare survey
I once did a survey about comparing poop. Now, a similar survey about pee.
1. Have you ever compared your pee to someone else's (amount, strength of flow, color, smell)?
2. If you answered yes to the first question, did you do it surreptitiously (e.g., eavesdropping on someone in the next stall), or openly pee in front of someone, or was it a peeing competition?
3. Have you only compared your pee with people of the same sex as you, or also with people of the opposite sex?
4. Do you win or lose more often in such comparisons?
5. Have you ever been impressed by someone's strong or large pee, or by the color or smell of their pee?
6. How do you feel when you beat someone in a peeing match?
7. How do you feel when you lose in a peeing match?
8. Describe a story about comparing your pee with someone else.
Emma two
My personal best
To David P.
I once tried to hold my poo for a week but I failed after six days. I was seventeen and I was on my way home from college. I'd just got off the bus when I realised I wasn't going to make it home without pooing my pants. I saw some bushes on some waste ground so I rushed over and hid behind the largest one a pulled my trousers and knickers down together and squatted. The relief of it was so good but I had nothing to wipe with such I pulled my clothes up and resigned myself to walking home with a dirty bottom and skid marks in my knickers.
)Oopsexcuseme
This is in reply to CHRIS on page 161 Re: open stalls
I recall a past experience I had at a KOA Campground. I was a bit younger possibly high school aged, my parents, my brother and his friend and I were on a vacation. We stopped overnight(at least one night) at this KOA Campground. I am usually a once a day kind of guy but after being crammed in the car for hours with 5 people, my 6 foot frame was pretzelized and my intestines were very angry. I needed to drop one in a major way. After we parked, I scouted out the men's room and dashed in. Wow, was I shocked! A soon as I walked in the door to my left in full view of anyone coming in, was a line of 6 toilets. They were all doorless and with narrow partitions. The first one had a cement block mounted to the cement floor in front of the toilet. I figured is was for shorter people to put their feet up and for kids that needed to pee that weren't quite tall enough to reach. I had never used a bathroom like this before but I had to go and I was already there. I went into stall 2, turned around and dropped everything to the floor. just like I was at home. Just then, my brother and his friend came in and started laughing at me. They each went to the sinks in front of the pots, did something with their hair and exited. I was kind of embarrassed. Gosh! What did they think I should do? Spewl into my bikini briefs? They they would really laugh at me. I figured, the toilets were there for 2 reasons only and I needed it for the second one urgently. (Some guys may use them for a third reason but that would really make me be laughed at if I did it. I finished up and got out of there. I don't think my brother or his friend sat on the toilet the entire time we were there. That's their loss. As far as the location of this KOA, I cannot remember. It may have been somewhere in Eldorado County or Placer County which would be in Northern California. Someone told me that a lot of KOA Campgrounds have this same set up. I cannot confirm this.
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 17
31) - First Friday of August 2019, before we go on vacation for a week, I was 11-yo. That day I had a good session of soft poop with a cork-type plug, as James calls it (laughs). Ruth (my very good friend and classmate) and I were playing at her house in the small city, and I had a strong urge to poop (2-dayer) and my stomach hurt a bit. Late in the afternoon, she went shopping with her mother, and her father, who had to pick up some things from his parents' country house (Ruth's grandparents) and return to the small city, took me to our country property. He dropped me off at the external gate of our property and as soon as he saw me unlock it and made sure I was inside, he left. From afar I got annoyed again because I saw a car I didn't recognize parked next to our car (inside I thought, that's bad luck, I'm sure it's one of my female friends...) at the same time I had to stand still for a moment to withstand the pressure of the turd on my anus.
I went into my house, said hello and Mom told me they were on the back porch. When I went outside, I had a pleasant surprise: only 4 people and no girls my age. There was my Mother (34), a handsome man (4 years older than Mom, so 38) with his 2 equally handsome sons: a 13-yo boy and a 6-yo little boy. He was the older brother (also an old friend of my mother) of a very good childhood friend of her. They had come to see something on a crop plantation belonging to his uncle, but by then it was theirs, about a kilometer from our property. Since they were passing by, he decided to visit my mother. The introduction was nice but very brief, as the situation was perfect and I had to excuse myself to the bathroom because I couldn't stand the pressure of my massive poop any longer.
I went to the main bathroom and as soon as I sat down, I pushed and exploded in one second: FLOOOMMMP, a very thick turd, smooth but cracked, with a little mucus and a light golden brown color, was holding back a huge snake of poop, thick but a little less so, very soft but formed and stuck in an S-shape to the back wall of the toilet. It was mushy/spongycake-like, mustard colored and had very small pieces of undigested food in it. The bathroom reeked completely of shit and awful, not eggy, putrid and very rancid; but I was in paradise, the sensation of a totally relaxed sphincter, a completely open anus and the soft poop coming out was incredibly pleasant. I continued pushing and releasing small logs of very soft poop until I was completely empty. I did my cleaning routine and went out with them until they left and, after that, my mother and I had dinner. We offered them dinner, but the man told us that his wife should almost have their dinner ready.
32) - Last Tuesday of August 2019, I was 11-yo. That day we had Lidia (less than a month away from turning 3-yo, my future stepsister-like) with us. Although Mom and Pedro (Lidia's father) eventually broke up, they had (and have) a very healthy relationship. Pedro has always been a busy man and an exemplary father, since all the problems he had with his previous partner (Lidia's mother) were due to mental health issues of her, and although the girl came from a wealthy family, I don't want to imagine the problems Lidia went through from a very young age. The day before (Monday), Pedro had to bring the little girl to our property to stay with us for 2 days because their vacation had ended (and the crisis with his then-wife and Lidia's mother had begun). He had a business trip and her mother didn't want to take care of her... The scene broke my heart: Pedro was almost crying, and the little girl was crying loudly, saying she didn't want her father to leave. With a lot of love and tenderness, we calmed her down, and after a while, the little girl was fine.
The next day, we were playing in front of Ruth's house at the small city: Ruth, her mother, Lidia (almost 3), Mom (34) and me. Suddenly, I got a bad stomachache and a strong urge to poop (3-dayer, thankfully it was also a cork-poop as the previous story, stopping all the soft poop inside me). I was a bit annoyed with Lidia, although I was a little envious that she got to play more with Ruth that afternoon (I couldn't play much with that urge to poop), it wasn't because of that, though. It was because, besides wanting to stay and play much longer, she wanted Ruth to come spend the night with us at our house and she told it to her several times… Finally and fortunately for me, Ruth and her mother went home; and Lidia, Mom and I headed to our car.
My anger was simply speaking to her seriously and not paying attention to her. On the way to the car, she offered me a small flower she had saved and when she saw I was barely paying attention, Mom said to me with sad voice: "Marina, my dear, what's wrong with her? you're almost four times her age, poor little angel, she's so precious, so sweet and all that the poor child is going through without even being 3 years old yet. Doesn't it make you sad?" I melted, felt incredibly sorry for her (I'm sensitive) and cried a little as even back then I was very fond of her and loved Lidia very much. I gave her a long hug, accepted her flower and kissed her cheek. Mom was proud of me and I felt incredibly much better. My real frustration was that my body needed to poop really really bad and in a safe environment (my poop thing).
Just like so many other times, the journey to our property was uncomfortable. I couldn't let out gas because I was about to shit myself, and if I did, I was sure that I would stink terribly Lidia and Mom. My joy was immense when we arrived, and while Mom locked the external gate of the property I had to squeeze my buttcheeks tightly. I was the first one to enter in my house, went straight to the main bathroom and sat on my throne. As soon as I sat down and relaxed my sphincters, the huge turtlehead effortlessly opened my anus very wide. The thick, lumpy, cracked turd, with a little mucus and a light golden brown color, split lengthwise and the left side drooped out in a well formed poop piece. Then, mustard colored mushy poop began to come out from that side, while at the same time, on the right side, the turd, flattened by this cascade of soft poop, slowly emerged curving to the right. All this accompanied by squeaky and squelchy farts, with an awful rancid smell.
After that, for a second, the poop stopped coming out and at the same time, I had the sensation of emptying my entire insides. I pushed and explosively released the remaining part of the turd and a huge amount of bag-shaped soft poop. It looked like a collage: the surface was dry and entirely composed of patches of many shades of light brown, from woody to light khaki, and in the separation space between the dry patches you could see all the very soft, mustard colored poop in which the patches floated. The smell was awful, not eggy, putrid and extremely rancid, but I felt so empty and it was so pleasant that I even got a shiver. No more poop came out, and I had to clean well with the toilet brush because of the wide smear left by all the soft poop adhered to the porcelain. I did my cleaning routine and the 3, Lidia, Mom and I, had a great time together that night and the rest of the next day (Wednesday) until Pedro came to pick her up.
Anna from Austria
@Jenny "SIS" Cool you can remember my old posts.
And no the sidkmarks were much worse than the one I had during my time in the states. They looked like I did not try to cleam myself at at all. Like I said I was either to drunk to care or there was not enough toilet paper.
another short story. I was attending a keynote a few days ago. The women speaker did a good job. After the keynote I had to use the restroom for pee. As I entered the restroom I could her 2 ladies talking. while they were doing the business. One was just peeing, but the other one (the speaker lady) said she was holding it the whole and almost though she would not make it). As soon as she said it she farted twice and then something big left her behind with flomp sound.I could not smell anything yet because the restrooms wer completely enclosed. I took the tird remaining stall and did my pee. While I was peeing the speaker lady and the one left, their stalls, washed their hands then left the restroom. When I was done with peeing I opened the door auf my stall and a massive stench hit me. The speaker lady did not closed her stall after leaving and so her smell filled the whole room. The most impressive part of the story was how calm the speaker lady was during her speach. If she really was that desperate should hide it perfectly.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Skidmarked from a walk
Just replies
First of all welcome back Jenny Sis. It's always nice to hear from you. I liked your post. It's ok to change your mind, especially when you're having fun. You know being creative can be exhausting sometimes... Many years I have nothing to say because not much happened that peaked my interest. Currently I'm 32 but I started writing and watching here since 12. Creative people need breaks. Maybe you need special breaks too. About getting big skid marks in your sexy panties as a young adult in your post. You're real for admitting that. Did you ever think about the smell? When you were on the airplane and don't wipe well and your thong didn't catch the poop did your skid marks get on your leggings too? Do you always wear black leggings? Would you ever dare wear light colored bottoms? If black thongs are your best I wonder what would happen if you wore granny panties. Would it look like you pooped yourself? Also you know something they should do in hospitals that take care of emergency people? They should give everyone who works there hospital underwear. You know that white cloth stretch underwear
You know something guys. I think your post are better when you just be yourself. Not super mature or using artificial intelligence.
Anne from Austria- I enjoyed your post. You were talking about big skid marks, I noticed you were drunk writing that post too. Have you ever had a skid mark while writing here?
Marina- Thankyou for answering my survey. I enjoyed your response. You're the second Spanish woman to "touch cloth" and poop yourself and not get a skid mark.
Deena- I enjoyed your stories. You had not just 1 but 2 accidents!
Scooter
Doorless stalls
Reading stories from Tricky, Norm and ALGuy, on the subject of doorless stalls reminds me of my childhood and teen years. Back then, the Indy 500 racetrack had trough style urinals and no doors on any of the stalls in the men's room. Our family would spend a day at the track at least once per year, whether that be for qualifications or the actual race. We'd bring in big coolers of food, drinks, and other snacks and I inevitably have to go poop. I remember the bathrooms I most frequently used had six stalls total, with three toilets on each wall facing each other. Most of the time, you'd have to get in a small line if you had to poop. There were a few people who did not like using the open trough urinals so they used the toilets to pee, but the majority would have to sit down for a poop. It was not fun pooping while everyone was watching me, but you do what you have to do. I heard rumors about open trough style toilets, and some of the infield bathrooms, but my family never sat near those, so I never had to use one. There were some restrooms where the toilets were all lined up on one wall facing the sinks and urinals, so everyone in the bathroom would see you sitting on the toilet. Those were definitely the most embarrassing to use. Today, the whole track has been extensively remodeled, and there are doors on all restroom, stalls, and the trough urinals have been replaced. Kids these days don't know how nice they have it! I have not seen a doorless stall in the US in years, but when I was a kid they were relatively common..
Paul S.
Hi Deena
I like you have also Pooped in my Pants in class. I also was 14 and it was in the Spring of 8th Grade, It was towards the end of first period in history class, I thought that I could hold it. I was sitting there, and I lost control and took a giant poop in my underpants and white pants. The bell rang and I had to get up and shuffle walk through the halls with a brown stain on my pants! I lived 2 blocks away from school, so I just left and walked home. I remember it was really embarrassing to be the only one in my grade that Pooped in their pants in 8 middle school. I was teased about it a bit also. How was your detailed situation? Did you tell the teacher? What happened? Did you go to the Nurse? What were you wearing and was it noticeable? Did anyone say anything afterwards about the accident? Of course looking back, I see it was just an accident and that I really couldn't help it just Pooped in my Pants. I hope people were understanding of the incident when it happened to you. Hey sometimes people Poop in their Pants. It has happened to me as an adult.
Dave
To Josh, pooping pants with your neighbor
Josh, loved your story about your neighbor, how she pooped her pants and it got you to try it as well. did she ever do it around you again, and did you do it around her? would love to hear more of your stories
Friendly Responder
The Weirdness
So this to me is very weird and strange and embarrassing and.. yeah...
So I'm active and all and I like to think I'm clean... but then after I do what I have to do, I think I'm clean... but later after I check if I'm clean, there's a bit left and I wasn't clean... after I thought I was. Like what is that and why was I being deceived?
If you know, you know but what is that?
Deena
Two accidents
Like the title says i wanna share about the two times i didn't make it to the bathroom for a BM and i was way too old for that to happen to me both times! The first time was the absolute most embarrassing thing thats ever happened to me and i relive it in my head all the time its like a recurring nightmare. When i was 14 I had to go #2 all day at school but I was really shy about it back then so I was just trying to wait until I went home. Well in my second to last class of the day it became an emergency "gotta go NOW" feeling, and by the time I raised my hand to ask if I could go to the bathroom, it was already starting to come out in my pants. I tried to squeeze and clench to stop it but I just couldn't control myself and I ended up fully pooping in my pants at my desk in the middle of class. I burst into tears and everyone could smell it so I had no way to hide what I did. It sucked so bad, plus my mom was mad that she had to leave work to come pick me up early and I remember it happened in my favorite underwear and i had to throw them out :(
My other accident was also embarrassing but not nearly as bad as pooping my pants at school in front of my classmates. I was 21 and I was on a date with a boy from my college that I had only been out with like 3 times. I needed to go poop but kind of like that fateful day at school, I was really shy about it. I didnt mention it directly, I just started making excuses like i was tired and dropping hints that i wanted to go home.eventually he got the message and started to take me home. The whole ride there i was gritting my teeth and practically sitting on one cheek because of how bad i had to go, and suddenly it hit me that I wasnt going to make it. I panicked and asked the boy to stop some place with a bathroom, and he pulled into a wal mart parking lot. He tried to just park the car in the lot and i had to reveal the direness of the situation by asking him to drop me off right at the door. He did, and I jumped out of the car so fast, rushed inside holding my bottom, got to the bathroom, opened the stall door, looked at the toilet, and completely messed my pants before i could even close the door or unbutton my jeans. I was so defeated and ashamed and I didnt want him to know I didnt make it to the toilet, so i actually left the bathroom and waddled around with a mess in my pants to literally buy wipes, underwear and a new pair of jeans to change into. Once i had everything i cleaned myself up in the bathroom as best as i could and went back out to my date with new pants and underwear. I was embarrassed that i took so long in the bathroom, but that was better than him knowing I pooped my pants. He never said if he noticed i was wearing different jeans or anything. Thankfully im 28 now and I haven't pooped my pants again since then...knock on wood!
James
Replies and a question
To Mikey - thanks for your comments, I'm glad you've enjoyed what I've written about. A few of my posts have had my name chopped off, or have appeared under the wrong name - the one I mentioned that you haven't seen was at the top of page 2953 but it had Victoria and Robyn's names on it. It would be good to hear some of your stories - it sounds like my poo was much softer than yours, but as I got older and went further through school I did get better at holding it for longer, and I also started to get the urge to poo later in the day, which meant I was able to keep my pants clean during the school day by the time I started secondary school, even when I was going through periods of having frequent accidents elsewhere. The more I've written about my accidents, the more I've realised that I had more than I first remembered, because I spent many years trying to pretend to myself that it wasn't that big of a problem, and the accidents I had whilst walking home from school were so common and became so familiar that I only remember the ones that were really distinctive. With the benefit of hindsight, I'm sure this was an autistic trait - the sensation of being desperate to poo always felt horrible compared to the sensations of having an accident (something about the relief, and then the warm, soft, heavy sensation in my pants, and the earthy smell). On top of that, walking usually made me need to go more urgently, and it became an all-too-common part of my routine for the end of the school day that I'd have been holding a poo for the last half hour of school and would then feel the pressure surge as soon as I was walking, before it all burst out half-way home. I think I'd probably accidentally conditioned my bowels to want to move at exactly that time of day. I was a latchkey kid at that time (it was the mid-90s and my parents both worked), so I would just clean myself up after getting home without anyone knowing.
These days, my bowels have settled on a pattern of me going straight after breakfast and straight after lunch (luckily I have access to private and very nice bathroom facilities at work). I sometimes also go mid-morning, and very rarely I'll go late at night if I'm working late (or playing video games). If I need to go very late at night, my morning poo will usually be sloppier and more urgent than usual, so it might be a sign that I've eaten something that has slightly disagreed with me. Although I don't have as many accidents as an adult, I still occasionally have those late-night poos come out in my pants when I'm hyperfocused on whatever I'm doing - I'm usually vaguely aware that I need to go, but then I'll get a sudden urge and it starts to come out before I realise I'm desperate. Normally, I can rush to the loo before it all comes out, so I only have a few stains in my underwear, but perhaps once every year or two this leads to a full accident. The other situation that tends to be risky for me for adult accidents is if I need to go out early in the morning (before I can fully finish my morning poo, or even do it at all) and don't have access to my home or work toilets, and if I've had a much larger amount of fiber than usual the evening before (I still like to drink the high-fibre fruit smoothies that I came up with the recipe for as a teenager). I still keep a change of clothes at work and spare underwear in my car just in case!
To Marina - I've always thought that 'cork-poo' was a neat description! For some of the most memorable accidents I had as a kid, there was a quality to them that was a bit too much like someone popping open a bottle of champagne - the cork would shoot out fast, but it would be the uncontrollable surge of something much softer following it that would make a big mess. Now that I think about it, the analogy works even more closely than I thought - the cork would tend to start to ease itself out slowly, giving me a sense of nervous anticipation of what would happen if I couldn't get it to stop and go back in, before the near-inevitable sudden explosion that would still feel like a shock even if I was half-expecting it.
To Luke - I've really enjoyed your stories. Like you, I had a couple of friends as a kid where we'd seen each other have accidents and could share stories without teasing or bullying each other, and I would have found it much harder dealing with having such frequent accidents if it hadn't been for having the two of them to share with without judgement. Did your friend who pooed her knickers in the yard ever mention it again? Do you think she meant to pee but accidentally did more than that, or did she do both on purpose? You've mentioned having had other accidents yourself - it would be nice to hear about them. Do you think your on-purpose pants pooing was anything to do with you having more accidents later on? For me, I'm sure that after some of my earliest school accidents there was some unconscious part of my brain that learned that pooey pants were an option and not the end of the world if I was dying for the loo, and in a weird way I think that made it easier for my fear of asking for or using the school toilets to "win" (at least until Y6, when I finally managed to stop dirtying my pants during lessons and could at least hold it until I was past the school gates).
For everyone - has anyone else found that their accidents have changed over the years, either in frequency (other than it being a problem that you've grown out of) or how they happen? For me, my overall number of accidents went down when I was perhaps 8-10, and I thought it was something I was getting over, but then from a few months before I turned 11 until somewhere around when I was 13, I had a run of really big accidents and was also going in my pants much more often on the way home from school (again, the home-time ones were mostly small accidents that I didn't really think of as actual pooed pants, but a few were huge) - however, because I'd stopped doing it in the classroom and was usually cleaning myself up (especially from age 12 onwards), my parents thought I'd largely got over it.
Shay
Relief
Alright so here's the post with the updates. I had three runny movements after eating the sugar free candy. None were super urgent until I stepped outside for a smoke. The moment I hit the blunt I had a sudden, urgent need to shit. Mind you, all the shits I had taken before were an hour apart (I did have to hold them in for this long, realistically they would've come about 30 mins apart if I hadn't) but between the last shit and this next one was about ten minutes. This next one was very runny and when it hit my hole, I had to clench my butt cheeks so it wouldn't come out. I held this one for a bit too long, however. After releasing it (about an hour and a half after feeling the urge) I couldn't poop anymore. Unfortunately I was still super bloated and felt full of poo. My stomach was gurgling like crazy, and I had a bunch of cramping and wet farts. A few hours of no more poop coming was enough. I decided to drink the milk of magnesia, I had 90ml and drank a bunch of water with it. I was hoping to stay awake to hear how it would make my stomach gurgle but I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I immediately needed to have an urgent, watery dump. It came running out as soon as my butt hit the toilet. I pushed and more came out with some loud farts. This was a hot poop that made my butthole burn a bit too. It's a small price to pay to feel like all this poop is finally out of me. It's been half an hour or so since my first poop and the next one is brewing. My ???? is super gurgly, I can feel water rushing through my bowels. It's not urgent right now, but I can tell I'll need to run back to the toilet pretty soon. My belly feels really full and is churning a lot, so I'm going to exit for now so I can tend to my upset guts and release the rest of this poo that's been stuck inside me. Best wishes to those reading this, hope your plumbing is working how it should.
Ciao for now!
Shay
Butt Lava
Just went to the bathroom, the sugar free candies are working finally. My stomach was really bubbling and I had awful gas for like an hour, then suddenly I felt pressure that told me it wasn't gas. I held it in for a while, but then it got really intense and I could feel hot mushy poo right at my hole. I drank some water and it felt like it could slide out, so I trudged to the bathroom and sat down. I didn't even need to push, it just came oozing out. I got some semi solid blobs to come out, so that blockage is finally being broken up and coming out of me. At one point I had to fart and sprayed the bowl, my stomach bubbling like mad the whole time. When I looked in the toilet when I finished it was like someone poured a melted chocolate milkshake in there. I flushed and laid back down, my stomach is bubbling again pretty bad and I got another urge to take a messy runny dump but it's not strong enough yet that it feels urgent. I'm going to drink some more water and wait for it to become uncomfortable to hold. I think in an hour I'm also going to take some milk of magnesia just to really make it urgent. I ate the candies on an empty stomach, so this is the past few days' worth of poo coming out of me. My stomach is turning like crazy, it's so full. I have so much poo inside me, I can't wait til it's all over. I'm going to eat some food soon too and go for a smoke so it really adds to the pressure I feel. My stomach hurts so bad my guts just feel so heavy and watery. I don't quite have to run to the toilet again yet, but I know my next shit will be so urgent. I feel mush that's the texture of fresh mud churning inside me and building up near my hole, and I can't wait to evacuate.
I'll be back after taking the milk of magnesia to document what it does to my ????, right now I need to drink some more water so I can go for another mushy poo. I've really got the bubble guts and I'm so desperate for the toilet. I'll be so relieved to let go of the next load that's brewing inside me, my poor guts are growling from all that water some poo rumbling inside them.
I gotta go, my stomach is churning something crazy. I'm off to dump in the toilet, I definitely don't want what's in my belly to end up in my pants, it feels like it's gonna be a messy one!
Ciao for now.
Mina
Dear Jenny "SIS"
Thank you for remember us! It's true, "most of us will log off for good", and Mina thought to say goodbye twice, but she cried so much both times, so she still here. Our defecate not always interesting, often not much variety, but because you remember us, we want to stay in this site for ever.
Only short break time so Mina sign off. But back soon. (Mina working from home today.) Love to Everybody.
Shay
Sloshy Guts
Back with updates.
So even the Milk of Magnesia didn't work well, that day I mostly just had a case of the sharts. I'd feel pressure and have to run to the toilet, just to fart. Each time a lot of wet shit came with it, I was basically spray painting the toilet bowl, but it didn't clear up my constipation. So over the next couple days I drank some prune juice and ate a bunch of fiber one bars. I still felt full of poo. So a couple hours ago I ate some sugar free candy, consuming 100g of maltitol. Right now my guts are just so full of gas. My belly is cramping up a lot, and every now and again I can hear water slosh through my guts as they gurgle fiercely. I've got indigestion and am burping a lot too.
I really need to shit, and I hope this clears me out. I've felt so stuffed for days. I'm super bloated and can feel gas rumbling around in me, and I need it all gone. I feel a lot of poo swirling around in me and turning to liquid, it's really bubbly inside of my stomach. Drinking as much water as possible so it's a runny shit, I really enjoy the urgency of feeling like I can't control it running out of my hole and need to get to a toilet right away. Right now I'm just lying here with my stomach sloshing like crazy, I feel too full to move. Everything is happening slowly and I keep having to rub my stomach to keep things moving. I just need all this shit out of me. But feeling it churn slowly feels good, I can feel it all turn to liquid inside me but I know it won't be just a few quick blasts and done, I know I'll have to go quite a few times-I really feel so full, there's so much poo inside. Drinking water is making me bloat like crazy, but it also makes my insides feel even more sloshy. I'm really cramping like crazy, there's so much shit inside me. I feel like I really have to shit but it's far from ready to come out. I might take a dose of milk of magnesia once I'm not as bloated and gassy because I want it to be wet and urgent but don't want to shart. I also want my gurgles to be a bit more audible and squelchy sounding.
Just let go of a fart and it was hot and bubbly. Not wet, but I felt a strong urge to poop before relieving some pressure, so I'm sure I need to be careful. My stomach is bubbling so much and the cramps are getting stronger. I can't wait to release this monster into the toilet. It feels like it's gonna be really sloppy, so I hope when it comes I can make it to the toilet.
I'm leaving for now to rub my bloated stomach and let these cramps pass. I'll be back once I start shitting, and my stomach is really sloshy and churning so it won't be long now.
Ciao for now.
Marina
Surveys
Emma two questions
- Has anyone ever pood yourself after taking laxatives?
- Was it because of holding it too long?
- Was it on purpose because you were uncomfortable?
- Did you enjoy the experience?
- Has it happened more than once?
- How bad was it?
Not all of them; I avoid accidents at all costs, besides the longer I hold it in, the greater the pleasure of releasing all the poop. My only accident (and not caused by laxatives) was the past story number 15 (page 3182) and it wasn't pleasant for my anus. My perfect poop is sitting on the toilet in a safe (my poop thing) and pleasant situation, so I do everything I can to hold it in until that happens.
Becky's survey and to Scooter
- What's the longest you've held in a poop before?
Deliberately for 5 days. Once with prior constipation and I ended up with a impacted stool (my past story number 30, page 3188).
- Do you poop at work or do you hold it until you get home?
My job is taking care of children almost always at home. So yes, I poop while I'm working.
- Do you poop in public restrooms?
If they're clean and there's no chance of a girl that activates my poop thing (now, less than 16 years older than me, or older than 11-yo) being within at least 50 meters, then I can have a bowel movement perfectly fine. If either of the above conditions is not met, I won't have a bowel movement unless it's extreme desperation (like diarrhea, for example).
- Did you poop at school?
No, for the same reasons as the previous question.
- Will you poop in a portable toilet?
No, for the same reasons as the previous question, and on top of that, they're almost always very dirty and usually at concerts full of girls my age. For me, it's the worst place.
- Do you like to hold it sometimes?
Sometimes, yes. It's so nice to evacuate such a massive poop, but it can be also very uncomfortable.
Megan's Survey for the ladies
- How often do you poop/pee throughout a usual day?
I poop less than once a day; on average I poop once every 3 days. And I urinate around 5 times a day. Although I try to stay well hydrated, I don't drink much and have a good bladder (I don't need to get up at night to pee).
- Do you usually wear thongs/strings or something that covers more? How about to sleep?
Most of the time I wear hipsters, including sleep hours.
- When's the last time you went poop?
This morning. Mom left early for the small city,I stayed behind to look after my little brother Pablo (2-yo and 1 month) and waiting for the bricklayer who is doing our restroom; he arrived an hour after I got up. As soon as Mom left, I went to check on our beautiful little angel (I melted) as he continued to sleep and then immediately to the bathroom to let out all my huge and stinky shit, including my morning pee. 3 thick light brown turds and Bristol type 3.
- How bad you have to go poop now 1-10?
1/10, but knowing that my bowel movements are cumulative-type, if I sit down and start straining, it can be possible to pass a lumpy short piece.
- How bad you have to go pee now 1-10?
4/10, I'll go to the bathroom to let it out in a little while.
- Do you like to hold it to see how full you can get? Taken measurements?
Sometimes yes, although it's uncomfortable to endure, the relief and pleasure you receive afterwards sometimes makes it worthwhile. Yes, real measurements, Page 3168, title: Thick Poop, but not as Thick as I Thought
- Do you ever release anywhere that's not the toilet? Maybe outside, shower, etc.
Yes, I have defecated (and pee) in the countryside, in nature, on a piece of toilet paper on the floor and I also pee while I shower; this saves water.
- Have you ever done anal while needing to poop? Or get fingered up there?
OMG, What a direct question… (laughs) Not to both.
- Are your poops usually hard, solid but smooth, or more on the watery side?
Slightly lumpy to almost smooth, cracked, well-formed, hard and solid, Bristol type 3.
Skidmarked from a walk survey
- How are you?
Very fine and happy, thank you :)
- How old are you?
Almost 18-yo.
- What country are you from?
From Spain.
- Are you male, female or both or genderless?
Female.
- Do you get skid marks sometimes? If so, what caused the last 1? What was the worst skid mark you ever had?
It has never happened to me, even when I pooped myself as a child it was so faint and blurry that I don't consider it as such.
- Have you ever had to poop in nature and had no access to toilet paper?
No.
- Have you ever went to a friends house as a kid and you or another friend noticed his skid marked underwear with poop in it? Did you laugh?
No with poop included. Both male and female, I've only seen loose underwear with a true skidmarks, funny but not hilarious.
- Have you ever used the bathroom and found no toilet paper?
Yes, but in that order and not the other way around.
- Have you ever knew someone who pooped in the bidet? Or washed his or her hands in it because they knew no better?
Pooping no, peeing and washing hands yes. This has only happened to me with young children; in the first case, I correct them by telling them it isn't a potty. In the second case, I move the soap closer so they learn independence in using the tap, and then I lift them up and correct them by showing them the sink.
- What kind of underwear do you think causes the worse skid marks?
Thongs.
- Have you ever laughed about someone pooping and or peeing themselves?
No, in serious cases I actually hate that sort of thing. One weekday in mid-spring 2019 (I was a 5th-grader), I witnessed a heartbreaking scene at school: A 2nd-grader was being mocked and jeered at (including by kids from his own class) because he had peed and pooped his pants during recess. Amidst the commotion I saw his tears; the entire front of his pants was soaked and the rear showed a huge, squashed-looking bulge and I smelled his poop in the air from his direction.
I told my mother about it and she was furious. The worst part was the unpleasant surprise when I described him to her: he was skinny, not short but frail-looking, with glasses, short hair and with a narrow, elongated face, as well as a physical deformity/malocclusion where the teeth seem to be protruding outward, preventing the mouth from closing. He was the son and grandson of well-known and dear people of our family (my mother and grandparents). Mom explained to me that the boy is 3 years and 5 months younger than me (from early December), and that he was born prematurely causing problems and a mild intellectual and social disability. I found it incredibly cruel; maybe the boy had a problem with shyness. I know what it's like to have to hold in a bowel movement due to "my poop thing" during school hours a lot of times, a few times to the point of almost having an accident, so I really empathized with what happened to him.
By the way, that kid (at my mother's care) actually took a dump at our country property and I took a dump right after he finished, I'll tell you about this in one of my past stories.
Marina
Replies
Hi, how's everyone? I hope you're all well my lovely poopers. It's been a while since I've visited the forum, and I see some very interesting posts. I have some great news: my grades for the course and the university entrance exams went really well, and I'll be able to study teaching. I got a score equivalent to almost a B+. We were also worried about my grandfather, who has been sick and hospitalized but in the end, everything turned out alright. It was appendicitis, which was causing some unusual symptoms. He had surgery and is doing perfectly fine, back home and recovering, so we're incredibly happy. I only have one more exam to pass, which is the car practical driving test in order to obtain my driver's license. The new rule allowing 17-yo to drive accompanied by an adult just came into effect, but many driving schools are still adapting. My mother told me, "Well, with so little time left until you turn 18, you'll be even more excited to take it. Good things come to those who wait". Honestly, she's almost more eager than I am. Although I don't dislike my motorbike I've mostly used it as a means of transportation, and the car is much safer which is why she's so keen.
I also have very good news regarding a new toilet. Finally, at my house, they've just started building a restroom on the back porch next to the outdoor shower. I've finally convinced Mom and my Aunt Amparo helped with it, since her country house shows how practical and convenient it is to have an outdoor toilet. It will be very small and simple: a toilet, a sink and very important for me, a lock. If nothing goes wrong, it will be finished in a maximum of 2 weeks.
Apart from all this, I haven't been able to access the forum these last few days due to some kind of error I don't know about and I was starting to get worried. But finally, I can open it without any problem, so that's all: Marina's back with you all again and I hope there won't be any more setbacks.
To Leah: Dear Leah, I hope you're doing well and that your constipation has improved considerably. You've given me an idea in case I ever dare to publish a book: Marina's Great Poop Diary (laughs). I'll give you a brief summary since I tend to write too long: The truth is I have a very good memory, and as I told Veronika (page 3183, Things regarding my posts about poops of my life), my mother does keep a diary of celebrations. Ultimately, defecation has always fascinated me, and the need to have a pleasant and enjoyable bowel movement, due to my "poop thing", has always meant I've had to be mindful of where, who was around me when I did it and who else might be there. In fact, if I close my eyes right now, I can remember the details of the bowel movements themselves throughout my entire life, as if my memory were super-selective when it comes to poop.
Although this is completely true in the stories posted up until Veronika's question (9-yo), and one thing doesn't exclude the other, I have to tell you (although I'm quite embarrassed to admit it) that from that age (4th of elementary school) I also started writing down my bowel movements (not all of them, because that would be like a diary, and not all of them have been saved) in a very short concise/short schematic way, and as I mentioned in my first posts, from full adolescence onwards (especially when I discovered the forum) these continued to be in schematic form but longer; but it's also completely true that there isn't (I don't know why this would embarrass me even more) a poop diary like: at 10:01 am on such and such day, surrounded by such and such, and in such and such toilet, etc. In the end, embarrassment is just a feeling and sometimes I don't understand myself, so there you have it.
To Iris, Sandra, Becky and Anonymouse: Congratulations on your progress using public restrooms/at work, I'm very happy for you.
To Mr Curious: How many strangers have you seen pooing outdoors? A few times, the best of all was once when my mother and I were traveling along a secondary road, among the bushes and pine trees I saw from my car window a man a few meters away from his family (a woman, a girl my age and a younger little boy), squatted, with a thick brown sausage hanging from his ass and in all its maximum splendor (laughs).
To David P: OMG, Holding in your poop for 14 days; incredible endurance, I think it's almost a record.
To Mina, now Mina[ppé]: Dear Mina, I hope you're all well. A very long and fabulous dump from Shinri. I think it might be normal, but it's a lot; she must have had a lot of accumulated poop. In my experience, on average (my intestinal transit is of cumulative type), if one of my bowel movements seems small for a 3-dayer, my next one, 3 days later, is more voluminous than my average 3-dayer. What doesn't come out sooner comes out later.
To Oksana: Your poops are huge, you've beaten me. My thickest, hardest-to-pass pieces are almost 7 cm in real diameter. I don't even want to imagine 4 inches, which is almost 10 cm and a bit.…
To Thunder, Radu, Amy and Anna from Austria: Welcome back, I'm glad to hear from you again.
To Caleb: Have you ever had to poop on top of your child's poop for any reason? Sometimes. I'm not a mother, but first, I have my little brother Pablo, who's like a son to me; second, my cousin Elsa, whom I also love very much; and third, I babysit very young childs. Even though we have a huge water cistern at home, as you know, we live on a large, isolated country property, so I'm mindful of water usage. After they've pooped in the small plastic toilet I deposit it in the big toilet, and right at that moment I feel the urge to poop, I sit there to let out my huge dumps. My toilets are big thrones that don't clog easily, and besides, their poops, while a good size, aren't excessively large. They're usually a handful of small, mid-brown nuggets/turds with a mild smell. Their poop doesn't disgust me a lot (obviously it's poop, but coming from such healthy, well cared and so young/little children, it doesn't give me the typical disgust). On the other hand, when I see a simple smear in a public restroom and I don't even pee; it makes me feel apprehensive enough to change stalls if possible.
To TinaTina: Welcome, I'm glad to read your story, although I enjoy poop much more than pee. Finally, another person who lives in an isolated country house with no neighbors. I'm happy to know there are people posting in the same situation as me.
To James: Mine is enough to stand still, squeeze my cheeks together tightly and push really hard inwards. Even when my stomach hurts a lot and I know the innermost stool is very soft/diarrhea, I always have a good, hard plug stuck to the walls of my rectum. Even though it's very uncomfortable, this prevents everything from shooting out until I sit down on the toilet. This plug is what you call cork-poo; I laughed when I read that and from now on, if you don't mind, I'll use it to describe mine. In my case, because of the hard, cracked texture and the light brown color, it's a real cork-poo (laughs).
And regarding the smell that lingers on your hands. When I've pooped while looking at my anus with a mirror or when I've pooped on toilet paper on the floor and then picked it up, it's true that even after washing your hands, there's a fecal odor, but, although persistent, it's much less strong and unpleasant than the smell in the bathroom after the corresponding defecation, it smells like poop but more like a barn or farm, like a more animalistic smell and not so bad. On the other hand, when the toilet paper has torn and my fingers have gotten a little poop on them, especially when it's soft, the smell is awful; no matter how much you wash an intense, pungent, awful and rancid poop smell remains for hours.
To Emma two: I'm so happy for you, that 4-dayer must have been extremely enjoyable.
Sunday, June 28, 2026
Tricky
Re: Norm and ALGuy, on the subject of doorless stalls
I've probably used doorless stalls with other people present in the restroom more than 30 times in my life. These days, it doesn't bother me in the least and if I have to poop and I come across a doorless stall or open toilet restroom, I'll go ahead and use it without hesitation. I say this as an introvert who very much prefers privacy.
I wasn't always this confident. Doorless stalls used to be intimidating to me. I was first introduced to doorless stalls in my middle school at age 12(and in the case of the locker room and stadium, open toilets with no stalls at all). Because of witnessing other students being bullied for using them, as well as in elementary school having repeatedly been bullied myself just for using a normal stall with a door, I was scared to poop at school and regularly held it until I could get home.
My first high school was the same way.
From age 12 to 16, it was extremely rare for me to poop at school because of the lack of privacy. I could only bring myself to do so when:
A) it was an absolute emergency where I had no choice but to poop in a doorless stall or open toilet, or involuntarily fill my pants
B) when I had the restroom to myself where no one else was present.
Even when those conditions were met, once I started going, someone usually walked in on me and it was extremely embarrassing.
Being subject to the scenario of being walked in on and seen while pooping on a repeated basis is what allowed me to no longer care. At age 16, I had to take a massive emergency poop in a military barracks that had open toilets with no stalls. I had the place to myself as I was pooping, until another kid joined me while a sergeant talked to us while he was shaving at the sinks and mirror directly in front of us, then a bunch of other young men piled into the room to pee. That particular experience was the first time I recall not fearing being bullied by any classmates just for needing to poop in an environment that offered no privacy, and was what I consider my first step on my journey toward being a shameless shitter.
I transferred schools at age 16 and my new high school had stall doors. I liked the privacy and pooped there every day. But there were times I had to go to other high schools for extracurricular activities, and the doorless stalls I encountered still made me shy away and hold it.
As a late teen out of school, my habit did not change. If I came across the occasional doorless stall or open toilet while needing to poop, I'd still hold it for a better facility, unless it was a dire emergency and the restroom was also empty. There were a few times at parks, beaches, campgrounds, rest stops, and other places in my late teens and early 20s where I still had to use doorless stalls and open toilets when an emergency need to poop came. While I would begin the bowel movement with the room to myself, usually one or more people would walk in and see me on the toilet.
After this happened enough times, I realized I wasn't very embarrassed about it anymore. But it still felt wrong to expose myself like that and I didn't particularly like the experience.
What finally destroyed my sense of shame was that time during a layover at a bus station. The bus was being cleaned and I was desperate to poop. There was a long line for the Mens' room stretching out the door, the urinals were out of order, and everyone had to use the two doorless stalls available. When my turn came, I realized I wasn't going to be able to hold it. I had no alternative restroom. I was almost touching cloth at that point, and sat down. The only other toilet available was the second stall, and everyone behind me in line who needed to pee had to walk passed me as I sat. Easily 20+ people saw me taking a very big and loud poop that day. While it was embarrassing, I realized that it didn't matter if people saw me on the toilet. Not only were they far from the first people to see me on the toilet mid-poop with my butt exposed since easily 50+ people had done so by this time in my life, whether in public restrooms lacking privacy, at businesses where the lock to the single occupant toilet didn't work and the door got opened on me, or in residences where I got walked in on, but I wasn't going to ever see any of them again. This was the first time I recall using a doorless stall with a crowd of people already present in the restroom, and I had zero worries about it. I just went, and the relief was incredible. I did my best to pay them no mind, as I was simply a young man using the toilet for its intended purpose, and I had no choice in how the restroom was set up.
After that, no doorless stall or open toilet restroom environment ever dissuaded me again. I've even sat next to others already using open toilets. From then on, it didn't matter anymore. Such restroom environments neither intimidated nor embarrassed me, and I still use them if I need to go and that is what is available, regardless of who else is in the room or who might come into the room.
Zero shame or embarrassment these days. I can even hold conversation with random strangers while using such a toilet. It's usually awkward for them, not me. I'm used to it. I see it as little different than using a public urinal. Except I'm pooping.
Felicity (optional)
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I was on the Eurostar London to Paris, and as the train approached Paris people started getting their cases down so that the passage between the seats and the doors was blocked by large cases. As I waiting I realised that this was where two toilets were, and both were occupied. There was a young woman obviously waiting for a toilet to become free and I know how it is good to go so as not to have to find a toilet in the gare du Nord concourse, which is always full of people, including pickpockets and dealers. As I watched her a girl emerged from one of the toilets and she held the door wanting to go in, only for us both to see a leg, and we realised that there had been two girls in the cubicle, and the second girl was seated on the toilet. The door closed again and we both waited until the second girl flushed and emerged, and the woman waiting went it and the train was going along the platform to stop. I have never seen two women sharing a cubicle like that, is it common now? Would other people be comfortable with a friend watching them go, and with the door being open so anyone passing could see in. To me it seemed very strange, but I am in my 40's and not a swinger.
Anna from Austria
Reply to @LC. Yes it was fancy restaurant with fresh smelling bathroom. Before I and the other lady entered it was smelling mint fresh desipite now cleaning personal was in sight. I thought the restroom must have had sublime ventalition system. At least before the lady did her business. I And yes, I could see her companion. She was with her boyfriend or husband.
greetings from Austria Anna
Elvia
Road trip
It's summer! We just got back from a four day vacation. It was more than a 12 hour drive both ways and me and my husband decided to take turns so we didn't have to spend money on a hotel. We left pretty late in the evening since my husband still had to work that day. Our first rest stop stop wasn't until after it was dark. It was quiet so I suggested just going into the mens room with them. My husband told me it was empty but the stalls were the kind without any doors. I said I didn't mind if they didn't! They didn't so I went into one of the stalls and peed while they used the urinals. I used the mens room again later that night after my husband woke me up so I could take over driving. The stalls had doors that time!
I remember a road trip we took years ago when our youngest son was still in a stroller. I'd taken both of them in the restroom while my husband went to get coffee. He came in while I was pooping and handed it to me. I don't usually eat or drink on the toilet, but when you have a baby AND are driving for long hours, I definitely needed it!
Marina
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Hi, how's everyone? I hope you're all well my lovely poopers. It's been a while since I've visited the forum, and I see some very interesting posts. I have some great news: my grades for the course and the university entrance exams went really well, and I'll be able to study teaching. I got a score equivalent to almost a B+. We were also worried about my grandfather, who has been sick and hospitalized but in the end, everything turned out alright. It was appendicitis, which was causing some unusual symptoms. He had surgery and is doing perfectly fine, back home and recovering, so we're incredibly happy. I only have one more exam to pass, which is the car practical driving test in order to obtain my driver's license. The new rule allowing 17-yo to drive accompanied by an adult just came into effect, but many driving schools are still adapting. My mother told me, "Well, with so little time left until you turn 18, you'll be even more excited to take it. Good things come to those who wait". Honestly, she's almost more eager than I am. Although I don't dislike my motorbike I've mostly used it as a means of transportation, and the car is much safer which is why she's so keen.
I also have very good news regarding a new toilet. Finally, at my house, they've just started building a restroom on the back porch next to the outdoor shower. I've finally convinced Mom and my Aunt Amparo helped with it, since her country house shows how practical and convenient it is to have an outdoor toilet. It will be very small and simple: a toilet, a sink and very important for me, a lock. If nothing goes wrong, it will be finished in a maximum of 2 weeks.
Apart from all this, I haven't been able to access the forum these last few days due to some kind of error I don't know about and I was starting to get worried. But finally, I can open it without any problem, so that's all: Marina's back with you all again and I hope there won't be any more setbacks.
To Leah: Dear Leah, I hope you're doing well and that your constipation has improved considerably. You've given me an idea in case I ever dare to publish a book: Marina's Great Poop Diary (laughs). I'll give you a brief summary since I tend to write too long: The truth is I have a very good memory, and as I told Veronika (page 3183, Things regarding my posts about poops of my life), my mother does keep a diary of celebrations. Ultimately, defecation has always fascinated me, and the need to have a pleasant and enjoyable bowel movement, due to my "poop thing", has always meant I've had to be mindful of where, who was around me when I did it and who else might be there. In fact, if I close my eyes right now, I can remember the details of the bowel movements themselves throughout my entire life, as if my memory were super-selective when it comes to poop.
Although this is completely true in the stories posted up until Veronika's question (9-yo), and one thing doesn't exclude the other, I have to tell you (although I'm quite embarrassed to admit it) that from that age (4th of elementary school) I also started writing down my bowel movements (not all of them, because that would be like a diary, and not all of them have been saved) in a very short concise/short schematic way, and as I mentioned in my first posts, from full adolescence onwards (especially when I discovered the forum) these continued to be in schematic form but longer; but it's also completely true that there isn't (I don't know why this would embarrass me even more) a poop diary like: at 10:01 am on such and such day, surrounded by such and such, and in such and such toilet, etc. In the end, embarrassment is just a feeling and sometimes I don't understand myself, so there you have it.
To Iris, Sandra, Becky and Anonymouse: Congratulations on your progress using public restrooms/at work, I'm very happy for you.
To Mr Curious: How many strangers have you seen pooing outdoors? A few times, the best of all was once when my mother and I were traveling along a secondary road, among the bushes and pine trees I saw from my car window a man a few meters away from his family (a woman, a girl my age and a younger little boy), squatted, with a thick brown sausage hanging from his ass and in all its maximum splendor (laughs).
To David P: OMG, Holding in your poop for 14 days; incredible endurance, I think it's almost a record.
To Mina, now Mina[ppé]: Dear Mina, I hope you're all well. A very long and fabulous dump from Shinri. I think it might be normal, but it's a lot; she must have had a lot of accumulated poop. In my experience, on average (my intestinal transit is of cumulative type), if one of my bowel movements seems small for a 3-dayer, my next one, 3 days later, is more voluminous than my average 3-dayer. What doesn't come out sooner comes out later.
To Oksana: Your poops are huge, you've beaten me. My thickest, hardest-to-pass pieces are almost 7 cm in real diameter. I don't even want to imagine 4 inches, which is almost 10 cm and a bit.…
To Thunder, Radu, Amy and Anna from Austria: Welcome back, I'm glad to hear from you again.
To Caleb: Have you ever had to poop on top of your child's poop for any reason? Sometimes. I'm not a mother, but first, I have my little brother Pablo, who's like a son to me; second, my cousin Elsa, whom I also love very much; and third, I babysit very young childs. Even though we have a huge water cistern at home, as you know, we live on a large, isolated country property, so I'm mindful of water usage. After they've pooped in the small plastic toilet I deposit it in the big toilet, and right at that moment I feel the urge to poop, I sit there to let out my huge dumps. My toilets are big thrones that don't clog easily, and besides, their poops, while a good size, aren't excessively large. They're usually a handful of small, mid-brown nuggets/turds with a mild smell. Their poop doesn't disgust me a lot (obviously it's poop, but coming from such healthy, well cared and so young/little children, it doesn't give me the typical disgust). On the other hand, when I see a simple smear in a public restroom and I don't even pee; it makes me feel apprehensive enough to change stalls if possible.
To TinaTina: Welcome, I'm glad to read your story, although I enjoy poop much more than pee. Finally, another person who lives in an isolated country house with no neighbors. I'm happy to know there are people posting in the same situation as me.
To James: Mine is enough to stand still, squeeze my cheeks together tightly and push really hard inwards. Even when my stomach hurts a lot and I know the innermost stool is very soft/diarrhea, I always have a good, hard plug stuck to the walls of my rectum. Even though it's very uncomfortable, this prevents everything from shooting out until I sit down on the toilet. This plug is what you call cork-poo; I laughed when I read that and from now on, if you don't mind, I'll use it to describe mine. In my case, because of the hard, cracked texture and the light brown color, it's a real cork-poo (laughs).
And regarding the smell that lingers on your hands. When I've pooped while looking at my anus with a mirror or when I've pooped on toilet paper on the floor and then picked it up, it's true that even after washing your hands, there's a fecal odor, but, although persistent, it's much less strong and unpleasant than the smell in the bathroom after the corresponding defecation, it smells like poop but more like a barn or farm, like a more animalistic smell and not so bad. On the other hand, when the toilet paper has torn and my fingers have gotten a little poop on them, especially when it's soft, the smell is awful; no matter how much you wash an intense, pungent, awful and rancid poop smell remains for hours.
To Emma two: I'm so happy for you, that 4-dayer must have been extremely enjoyable.
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