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A little while ago, I was out shopping and browsing around the area, and after awhile, I began to develop an urge to go while I was out, and while I was driving somewhere else, it got stronger to the point of me putting some of my focus on holding it until I arrived to a place with public restrooms.
When I arrived to a gas station, I had to go pretty bad at this point, but I held on as I walked inside, and it was a nice relief once I was on the toilet (there was quite a bit from what I remember, but I was glad I made it) since for the first time in awhile, the urge was pretty strong, to the point of me hoping that I'd be able to make it to any public restrooms in time.
Elvia
Family on Saturday and friends on Sunday
My husband likes to go to hardware stores during the weekend to get stuff for work. They turn into mini family trips sometimes if we all go (I guess boys are naturally drawn to places like it!). But he always wants to go early, so early I don't always have a chance to poop at home before we leave. Saturday was one of those days, so after we finished shopping I suggested we stopped at a gas station for snacks and drinks. My husband and youngest decided to accompany me, taking turns at the urinal while I used the toilet. I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one in my family really comfortable pooping away from home. When my husband and I go together it always seems like he only has to pee four times out of five. It might be closer to nine out of ten!
I didn't get to poop before we left on Easter either. A friend was holding an Easter egg hunt at their house so there was nearly 40 people and only three bathrooms! To avoid lines I went with my friend May and her daughter. Her daughter starts Kindergarten later this year and is definitely ready for it! She went first and May let me go second since I'm older (strange compliment!) Her daughter wanted to go back outside with all the other kids and was pacing around the bathroom impatiently while me and her mom took turns. Lucky for her she won't have to wait on us adults when she's fully independent!
Jennifer
Constipation sucks
David P: Sounds terrible, hope it clears up soon. Not fun with those
pebbles. Be careful with the bran, it'll dry out your stool even when you're already backed up. It's more for avoiding constipation imho.
But you're not the only one. My boyfriend came home from a business trip just before easter and was also very constipated and had the little plips and pebbles for a while.
Mina
Dear Katherine
We read your posts again and discover "sexual abuse".... wow that is the worst of all maybe. We are so sad and so angry. We don't know what shall we say to you. How are you now? Did you get more help from church? Are you able to use pull-ups with good effect? We hope and hope that you will be able to control bladder more soon, though we understand it don't happen in one day. But even progress is slow, it is still progress.
Maho say many Ave Maria for you, even she is sitting on toilet. She ask Jesus to help you with your control of bladder.
We love you.
Chakamami Family
Thursday, April 9, 2026
Darlene
Responding to Tracygirl
I can relate so much to your post. It doesn't take very much for me to get constipated either. But, instead of taking Metamucil, I like taking Miralax. I stir it into my water and make sure to drink plenty of water afterwards. Only because of the taste but I haven't tried giving myself an enema yet.
I am more of a woman who has an amazing bladder capacity. It's nothing for me to pee more than a minute or two straight due to holding my pee overnight. My roommate has heard and saw lot of my performances as I go with the door not all the way closed. Today, I ended up almost having an accident because I thought I was didn't have to go #2 anymore.
But, to my surprise the fart turned out to be wet along with having a bit of diarrhea. It took forever to wipe and I still didn't get cleaned up until I took a shower.
Leah
To gemma
Gemma, you make it sound like such an ordeal just going to the loo, is it always this bad and do you get anxiety or constipation? But it's nice to know you can poo around this friend of yours even though it should be the same with everyone.
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
Thunder
To Tracygirl
Welcome back. I
I note you take Metamucil …. Make sure to take it with a real lot of water …. It works better . My almost daily laxative is Osmolax and if need be I take something stronger….. sometimes suppositories. I have been to an enema clinic but not for some years . It was always administered lying on my back , or my front or side . I would wait until I got real desperate and sit on the toilet . I use to get three enemas in a row and the results were spectacular! In recent years I have been to a therapist who gives me a fleet enema and digital stimulation and that works well but nothing like multiple enemas. Thunder
Tracygirl
My latest developments
So I haven't posted here for a while. I think I've finally got a solution for my occasional constipation problems. I've become a Metamucil girl. I guess it's the inevitable thing as we get older. I stir it into my orange juice every morning. (I remember my mom taking a fiber supplement, but back then it was called Serutan, IIRC). So now I normally have a BM every morning after breakfast. The only thing is, I don't feel like I go completely. It feels like there is more poop in me after I go, but no matter how I push and strain I just can't do any more.
So now, every Thursday night is Enema Night. After work, I have dinner and a glass of wine, then change into a short nightie. I get out my feminine hygiene set and fill it with warm water and a good dollop of Neutrogena soap, and give myself a good old fashioned soapsuds enema. That leaves me feeling completely empty for the only time during the week. So, a question for you bag enema users, do you lay on the floor or the bed to administer it? My mom always just sat on the toilet to have an enema. She would stand up and put her right foot on the bathtub to open her bottom up, insert the tube into her rectum, and then sit down on the toilet and unclasp the hose. When it was done, she would stand back up and withdraw the tip, then sit back down and wait for the urge to evacuate to get strong before she expelled it. That's how I do it.
Like I said, it's the only time during the week that I really feel empty. I read until the urge really gets strong and the poop contractions start. I wait until I feel a really strong one coming on, and then I lay the magazine down and relax my bottom. And wow, do I ever go. I can't believe how much comes out of me! There is still so much poop in me even when I have a daily BM.
And then sometimes afterwards, I pleasure myself down there!
So I still keep Correctol around in case I need help and don't have time for an enema. But I haven't been using it nearly as much.
Hope everyone is well! Happy pooping! :P
Bianca
Hey everyone. Nothing worth mentioning about my poop lately. However, I have quick comment. To David P: good luck with your constipation. You know, the suspense in some of theese stories make them worth reading. Lol,I brought my new fart monster to dayhab last week. Bye.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Taking a dump + peeing in a bio camping portable Toilet
Hello everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I'm using a bio camping portable toilet and my Hunker Poop Stool so I can pinch my loaf. I lower the footrest under the toilet then I go right to business lifted my dress up and my pink panties down to my ankles and then with a wiggle of my bottom I sat down on the toilet and then I adjusted and squatted since I don't have a newspaper with me right now I put both hands on my knees and I get ready to take a dump and poo it all out. I been holding this in and I fear it might get a bit messy. Oop here we go then! "CRRRRACKLLE PLOOP PLOP PLOOP Ploooop. Ploooop. PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK SPLASH PLOP SPLOSH PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!! Tinkle Tinkle TSSSSSSsssssssssshhhhhh dripdripdrop!" Wow seemed like I had to pee as well. I then grab some toilet paper to wipe my bottom front and back then dab my vagina vulva clean. Then I stand up, panties on, dress down and then with a big flush I go and wash my hands. It was pretty massive those poos I did. Could win a world record if there is such a thing. OK bye bye now!
Autspectorder
Wiping positions
My little brother and I always stood on all fours when our parents wiped our butts after we had pooped, but all the kids at the daycare I went to instead leaned forward while sitting on the toilet.
Mina
Shinri
Hi Everyone, Mina promised you story of Shinri, so now she type. (Relate to toilet is second half of this story.)
Mina wrote in before post, we all had a corona. We are better now but still cough. Before we catch corona, we had plan to meet Maho's good friend Shinri, but we cancel. Shinri said, oh dear. Then one day later, she sent Line message to Maho, "do you have all food what you need?" And Maho said, "No but one of us go to shopping in 24-hour supermarket in the midnight when nobody there."
Shinri sent message, "you never do that. Everyone in city catch a corona if you do! I do your shopping. Send me shopping list. I leave at your door and ring bell and then run down stairs and into street." And Shinri also wrote, "NEVER you refuse." So Maho accept, send shopping list, then Shinri leave outside door of green flat, ring both bells and escape like bullet train.
We open door, many bags of our shopping. Quickly we put into fridge, then Maho send text to Shinri. "Thank you Shinri. Be careful to go home!"
Shinri send reply. "I can't go home yet! I was so excite, I got angry message from stomach, now I am in toilet of department store, and I am going to stay here very long time."
Later Shinri told us that when she writing this message, 3 very large brown bananas dropped from her pretty, slim bottom, into loo water.
And now Mina tell you rest of story as Shinri told to us. She said, she was right to choose department store, because ladies' room had many cubicles, so she didn't need worry about other women waiting. Quite lots women came in, mostly for wee, but a few also did motions, they didn't take so long to do. Except one.
That one was in cubicle at left side of Shinri. She stayed very long time just like Shinri and after a few minutes there was unbelievable horrendous fragrance from her, mix with Shinri's horrendous fragrance. She also turned pages of book with defecating again and again and again. Just like Shinri, except Shinri not reading book.
After few minutes Shinri suddenly felt unbelievable happy, because she helped Maho whom she love so much, and Maho's friends whom she love so much, "happy happy Shinri!" that feeling provoked her stomach, so suddenly huge brown waterfall crashed out from her bottom and into loo water! At that time she heard gasp from neighbour. She stood up to inspect toilet and did courtesy flush immediately, then she sat down again to wait for next brown waterfall. Neighbour gasp again, she farted a few times and turned page of book, then she dropped her plops into toilet again, she was doing that so many times so Shinri couldn't count. And she also did courtesy flush and sat down again.
Both Shinri and neighbour continued sit for maybe seven more minutes and produced farts and plops large number, but of course finally they finish. Shinri finished first and used washlet and then dried herself and flushed twice. She went out from cubicle and when she washing her hands, she felt exhausted a bit because of huge volume of her defecate, so she stayed at washbasin for few minutes without moving. And that time, her neighbour came out.
She was high school girl. She was studying in toilet with defecating again and again. Very very pretty girl in her school uniform. Less slim than Shinri! But not fat. Nice body line.
Shinri said to her, "you are studying in loo!"
"Yes, I am jukennsei." That is mean, I am going to take entrance exam to university. "So I don't like waste time! When I am in toilet long time, always I study."
"What you are studying?"
"English". She showed her English book to Shinri. Shinri decided she don't tell the girl that she is teacher.
"I often come here to defecate after school because at home, my mother angry if I take book to toilet." (Kazuko whisper, that is sound like my mother in old days.)
"Yes, here is good place to defecate," Shinri said. They walked in department store little, but then separate, because Shinri had to catch train to go back her flat.
Later, Shinri sent Line message to Maho. "Thanks to your corona, I had wonderful long defecate in department store with pretty neighbour my left side."
Maho retort, "if we don't have a corona, you can do wonderful long defecate in our flat with four lovely women feeling happy that you are doing so wonderful long defecate."
Shinri answered, "That is true."
Maho send Line, "when we better, you come our flat and stay night and do wonderful defecate in morning. And we pay you for the shopping."
From Shinri: "OK, I will and thank you."
So now we are expecting her, perhaps next week she will come. But we won't defecate with door open like we do when it is only us four. That is style for us four only. Shinri will close loo door, we won't tell her to leave it open.
This post rather long, Mina hope you yawn only once or twice, not ten times. But really, we hope you enjoy to read.
We hope everyone is very fine and never never never have corona.
Love to everyone.
Chakamami Family
Friendly Responder
Response to Nytecat
I don't know if this is your circumstance but there is something real called seat condensation. If you're not wearing breathable fabric or are sitting on a chair for a while, you could end up sweating and if there's anything left there, it could cause a skid to happen because it basically washes it out toward the fabric.
Darlene
Lasagna Poop Aftermath
I pulled down my pajamas bottoms along with my panties and sat on the toilet, I didn't have to really push much as it was already coming out. Majority of it was really loose except the first piece. It was really big because I felt the water splashed back on my butt.. Which surprised me as it looked like everything was going to be runny judging on my wet farts before going.
It was definitely from the lasagna.. I also ate a lot and that could've been what did it.
curious sport fan
Amy's story
Hi Amy! I was very interested in your post about pooping before a volleyball match. I would love to hear more similar stories from you! Could I have a few questions for you?
1. Was this some kind of pre-match ritual? Did you ussualy all go out pooping together with your team mates before the match? Did it help you to win the match, or similar?
2. Did you always go on the toilet to poop before a volleyball match, even if you didn't really have the urge?
3. What did you usually talk about with your teammates when you were pooping together before the volleyball match?
Monday, April 6, 2026
Leah
Story from Wednesday and Thursday
David p:
Yes and he was fillipino, it was funny because he was doing my observations and I was desperate for a poo, so I told him I needed the loo and his voice was loud anyway, and he blurted out "number twoooo"? I nodded my head, I just found him amusing even though I couldn't laugh at the time.
So he supported me off the trolley and we slowly hobbled across the corridor to a loo and he held my hospital gown closed as much as he could, although he only would have seen my back. When we reached the loo he opened the door for me and we walked in. He then put the seat down helped me sit down as I pulled my gown up.
I was in a lot of pain, I groaned as I sat down. I thanked him and not long after my bum exploded and I filled the bottom of the bowl at least with semi hard poo. He had left the room at this point and I had a good wee too, I was feeling light-headed like I might faint so I closed my eyes while sitting there, more poo was crackling out.
I don't know how long I was in there, I had no phone or watch, maybe 10 minutes and I noticed him looking at me through the gap between the door and wall, it's a narrow gap but wide enough to see people walking past.
So as I'm wiping my bum he knocked on the door "are you OK in there leah" I didn't want to say anything but I had to say "I'm just finishing up" "come in" he opened the door and I'm still sat there wiping my bum, I quickly drop the tissue in the bowl. He helped me stand up and flushed, only to find the loo was blocked, I almost turned white in embarrassment!.
But he told me it's OK and he helped me back to my trolley phew! Hopefully I don't go through that again.
I now have a story, I have today (thursday) discovered something else that I can't eat.
So yesterday at work I picked up a doner kebab, the kind you get in shops.
I never eat kebabs normally unless I'm on a night out, so when I cooked it for lunch I was eating it and a colleague joked that I didn't look like I was enjoying it, this comment came back to haunt me.
I found the meat to be very strong tasting, putting the sauces on was a huge mistake too and I was too busy that afternoon but I might have had a stomach ache, I often get them anyway but I noticed I had one.
Fast forward to the evening and I'm walking home from the shops and I get hit by a painful deep cramp that stopped me from walking, I put my hand on my stomach and I could feel it moving, that feeling is not normal so I knew I had diarrhea so I hurried home with my bags of shopping and dropped them as I got inside.
I struggled to lift up my tight black dress, but I threw my bum on the seat and my bum exploded, runny plops and bigger runny poos were splashing my bum and I groaned a big "oooooohhhhh no" i stayed sat for a while to make sure but I still had a stomach ache.
Fast forward to the following morning and I had diarrhea at work, I put my hand close to my bum as walked quickly to the loo.
When I got to the ladies room the lights were off but the first cubicle was occupied, so the poor woman must have been mid poo by the time I got in there.
I ran to the end loo and ripped my trousers and thong down to my ankles and sat on the loo.
Nothing was coming but I felt the pressure in my bumhole, there's only four cubicles in here so I didn't want the other woman hearing me grunting, so I took a breath and pushed quietly.
It was like removing a Cork, when I dislodged the poo it all came running out of me plop plop ploppp, the other woman heard me having diarrhea and I felt embarrassed. I did sometimes hear her sniffing and rolling paper, but she was very quiet otherwise.
Despite her rolling paper I still wiped my bum and left before she did, my loo paper was kind of soft and hard poo and I had to wipe a lot more than usual.
So processed foods kill my sensitive stomach, I just don't know why, I've never been like this before. But still I want to apologise for making such a long post and thanks to anyone who's read it all!
From leah x
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 12
25) - The 1st Sunday of October 2018, I was 10-yo. Nacho (4) and Julio (almost 21-mo) were in my mother's care (Alicia and Paco's sons; they had an engagement during the morning and midday and would pick them up in the afternoon), Mom (33) and I went to our country property. That weekend we only went there on Sunday. During the drive, I felt my 4-dayer (unintentional) ready to emerge (my brain knew it was a safe situation and was preparing my massive dump). Something I haven't mentioned before is that from about age 9, my average poops started to get really large in total volume, approaching my current size (the thickness has always been very large), and sometimes I was quite constipated.
The moment Mom closed and locked the external gate of the property the pressure was already quite strong, and as soon as we entered the house I went straight to the main bathroom to relieve myself. Nacho asked me if I was going to poop and I said yes. I invited him to keep me company like when he was a toddler, but he preferred to stay in the living room with my mother and play with his little brother.
As soon as I sat down I relaxed my sphincter, but the turd was too thick to come out on its own. I pushed and it started to come out, dilating my anus more and more, accompanied by fetid and ducking gases. I was constipated and had to push hard several times for the head to finally emerge. It hurt a little and I saw hard pebbles come loose and fall out before the thick turd came out. Finally, the turd started to slide out; one last strong push, and between my legs I saw the huge lumpy monster emerge. I expelled it completely: a long, very thick, cucumber-shaped turd, light milk-chocolate brown, very lumpy and hard, composed of pebbles fused together with a little mucus between them. Seconds later, I felt a 2nd and equally huge turd. I pushed hard and expelled it slowly and completely. A little shorter but just as thick, with 2 tones and textures: the head the same in color and type as the 1st turd and the rest light golden brown, smooth but cracked, like a cracked tree bark.
The bathroom reeked of shit, strong and very concentrated, not eggy, but putrid and rancid; but the relief was enormous, and the sensation of expelling this knobby turd was very pleasant. I did my cleaning routine and a big lumpy piece of turd was still swirling in the water after the 4th flush, unswallowed. Hearing the flusher, Mom knocked on the door, asked if I was finished and I said yes. Nacho suddenly had the urge to poop so they could come in. I sprayed air freshener while the cistern recharged, but it wasn't enough to eliminate that fecal and persistent smell. Nacho immediately complained "awww, it smells here" and as soon as he saw the thick piece submerged in the water he started laughing and said "A submarine!" (Someone in his family must use that expression for huge turds), Mom and I also laughed. I flushed the toilet for the 5th time and finally "the submarine" disappeared down the drain. We left him to do his poop on his own since "He was already a big boy", Mom and I found it very funny when he told us that, so cute that I melted.
26) - Saturday, early November 2018, I was 10-yo. They came to spend Saturday and Sunday at our property and since we weren't there for the main celebration of Paola's 2nd birthday, they celebrated with us and Mom and I gave her our gift. Alicia, Paco and their children didn't come because they had another commitment, so there were 10 in total: Inma's brother Jorge (35), his wife Claudia (33) with their little girl Paola (2-yo and a few days). Andres (33, Alicia's brother-in-law), his wife Inma (34) with their son David (7, my first love) and their baby daughter Nuria (almost 9-mo). Kenzie (15-mo, like a little sister to me) at my mother's care, Mom (33) and me.
Early that morning, we were all gathered there, the external gate of the property closed and locked and we weren't expecting anyone else (a completely safe situation for my poop). When I was near David, he came closer and, a little flushed, said to me "I like you", I blushed quite a bit since he was the boy I liked and I replied that he was a little younger than me and that I liked Mario (Lara's son) who was my age. He got angry with me, started crying and swore at me. His father punished him by sending him to his room, where he locked himself in, this time without spanking. Although Mario was my age and I thought he was handsome, the boy I really liked was David but I hesitated to tell him because he was younger. I went to his room and while I listened to his sobs, I called out to him, and he told me to leave him alone.
I felt awful and guilty. I called my mother for a moment and we locked ourselves in our last bedroom. I started to cry and she said "Oh, my beautiful girl, so sensitive and sweet, but she's growing up and she likes David. What's wrong with that? You're still too young and that little boy is very handsome, and there's only a couple of years and months between you. Besides, you've also asked me about your Uncle Toni, whom you also like. He's much older than you and there's nothing wrong with that. Go on, go and tell him the truth, that you like him but that you'll still be friends, and you'll see how relieved you feel." After a while, when he calmed down, I told him that I hadn't told her the truth, that I liked him much more than Mario, because he was the boy I liked, but that we would be friends. I was overjoyed, seeing his happiness and feeling so relieved. Later I asked him if he would come into the bathroom with me to poop if my poop didn't smell, since it always stayed by the door. But it was just curiosity because he liked me.
We had a fabulous meal that really got my bowels moving. After dessert, I felt the urge to go (3-dayer), so I went to the main bathroom to poop. This time David didn't stand by the door; he just stayed there in the living room. I don't know if it was because I asked him or not.
As soon as I sat down, I pushed hard and the turd began to dilate my anus more and more relatively quickly. It hurt a little and it was accompanied by a lot of fetid and squeaky gases (the poop was very gassy). Finally, I saw it emerge between my legs relatively quickly; it was a huge turd, long and very thick, expelled as a 3 pieces: the 1st longer, and the other two shorter and with equal lengths. Homogeneous in color and texture, very light golden brown, almost mustard, smooth, clay-like, soft but cracked, with a little mucus in the cracks and leaving a huge yellow smear on the bowl wall. It's the well-formed, cracked but waxy and messy kind. I had to dig in my hole many times to completely remove this sticky shit. The bathroom stank of shit, almost unbearable, not eggy, putrid and above all very rancid; but the relief and happiness were huge. I did my cleaning routine. We had a wonderful weekend.
Our relationship has cooled off and it's been years since we last saw each other, although they're the kind of friends who always remember us and we remember them on special occasions; they're always there for us. This past March David turned 15, and a few days ago, Mom showed me a photo that his mother Inma had sent her via WhatsApp. Although I'm not in love, there's still a little spark or a small emotional connection. Physically, I think he's incredibly handsome and attractive (probably one of the most handsome or even the most handsome in his high school). I asked my mother what she would think if, in a few years, when those two years and a months of age difference are insignificant, David and I started dating. And she said she couldn't be happier, knowing how wonderful we both are, such good people and so good-looking.
Taylor
Another work poo
I was at work today on the evening shift and I needed to poop, it wasn't urgent but it was something I wanted to take care of sooner rather than later. I work in customer support, the people you talk to on an online help desk chat so once I had finished with my customer I marked myself as away and headed to the single ladies toilet on my floor. I locked the door behind me, pulled down my leggings and thong to my calves and sat down on the curved seat. I love curved seats, they hug me beautifully and they are so comfortable!
I could immediately feel that pleasurable sensation of my stomach cramping as my poop announced its arrival and sure enough a few seconds later I felt a strong pleasure on my backdoor. I simply relaxed into it and with the next cramp my hole domed as the head crowned. Another cramp arrived and I was softly stretched by my poop easily and effortlessly forcing its way out. I stayed relaxed, not wanting to break my latest work into unnecessary chapters and after a short while the weight became too much and it broke off with a splash shortly followed by a plunk. I peed, disposing of the litre of water I had drank throughout the shift and once I was truly empty I began cleaning myself. As always I started with my front, reaching between my legs and wiping front to back and then I began wiping my behind, I needed three pieces to come back clean and I redressed as I stood before flushing the toilet. I washed and dried my hands and returned to my desk. I had been away for only five minutes but I felt so much better!
Marina
Replies
Hi, how's everything? I've replied to everyone, but the server has placed my post in older positions (halfway down the page), its title is: Things regarding my posts about poops of my life
To Veronika: Hi, I've replied to you and my answers for your smear survey are on page 3173.
To Mina: I'm glad to have you back here. I replied to axoGirl; there's nothing wrong with a woman having large, smelly bowel movements, better out than in. I love it when you say "mierda", shit in Spanish, because it's so Spanish. And the other thing is that David's crying didn't directly activate my bowels, it's just that it didn't prevent me from pooping very comfortably. I find it curious and interesting that Victoria's crying activated your intestines so much that it produced diarrhea.
I love you my pooping family, have a very happy Easter. Bye and happy pooping.
Sunday, April 5, 2026
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 11
24) - Last week of August 2018, I was 10-yo. Ruth and her parents invited me to spend 4 days at some relatives' house and I don't know how I managed it, but I went the whole days there without pooping. From the 2nd day there the urge was already great and during that morning the pressure from the 4-dayer was very big and uncomfortable (the last time I pooped was the previous Thursday, long before they came to pick me up); every time I went to pee, I had to hold it in.
When we returned on Monday, Ruth and her mother stayed at their house at the small city, and Ruth's father drove me to my country property. Around sunset, I arrived at the external gate of my property and there: precious toddlergirl Kenzie (13-mo) and a very cute (she was also sweet and very affectionate) little girl called Carla at Mom's care whom I'd never seen before, and my mother (33) were waiting for me. Her parents had to travel away for 5 days for work related reasons, left her with my mother very early in that morning and she was with us until Friday. So my mother and I weren't alone; we had and took care of our little guests, I was happy to have Kenzie and this adorable "new" little girl at home.
When I saw her, I knew I'd be able to relax my sphincter without any problems but she wasn't a baby/toddler, she was already a preschool little girl. As soon as I met her I asked her age, she was 3 years and 8 month old and if Kenzie and she were related since they looked alike, my mother answered that it was true but that they were not related. That September, Carla started P4 (here in Spain, the 2nd year of preschool), although she was most likely the youngest in her class (of last days of December). Mom closed and locked the door because we didn't have to go out anymore and walked home. When I arrived, the urge wasn't as strong as that morning but I had to clenched cheeks for the straight-line 104 m to our house. As soon as we got inside, I said "I'm going to poop, I can't hold it any longer" and went to the main bathroom.
No sooner had I sat on the toilet, opened my cheeks and relaxed my sphincters than, effortlessly, the thick head began to open my anus accompanied by farts (a mix of pfff and squeaks), stinking completely the surrounding air, until it reached a point where it was too thick to come out on its own. I pushed, the turd it moved a little, let out a loud fart and the turd stopped. I pushed harder, my anus dilated more and more, and finally I fiercely expelled the massive cucumber-shaped turd; very thick, light golden brown, with a more or less smooth, slightly slimy and cracked surface, with a bit of mucus between the cracks, like a dried and cracked tree bark. The smell was horrible, pure concentrated shit. I started to pee and felt another very thick piece (with the same lenght of the 1st). I pushed and it slowly came out as the stream of urine continued flowing; what a sweet sensation, the relief and happiness were indescribable. I felt a 3rd very thick piece (shorter than the previous ones), pushed and expelled completely, watching it emerge between my legs. The 2nd and 3rd pieces were identical to the 1st in color and texture, and the bathroom reeked completely of my shit, not eggy, rancid and above all putrid, with a strong old/decomposed manure hint. I did my cleaning routine.
That night after dinner, while the 4 were on the sofa, Carla insisted on going to the park in front of her house. My mother told her we couldn't go and she started crying. Suddenly, I had a strong urge to poop (this happens several times when I deliberately hold it in for days) and I wanted to go to poop, but Carla grabbed me and told me crying that she didn't want me to leave and also insisted that she wanted to see her parents (I have always been sensitive and it broke my heart a little, poor thing, I felt sorry for her). We finally managed to calm her down, telling her that after how happy we were with her now she wanted to leave us. I kissed her on the cheek, leave her without crying but with her eyes soaked and went to the main bathroom to release my enormous turd.
As soon as I sat, I pushed and the huge turd began to dilate my anus more and more, accompanied by fetid, squeaky gas. Finally, I expelled a slightly curved and very thick (but relatively short) eggplant-shaped turd, the same type and color as the previous poop and with a slightly slimy surface, with a good sized loose pebble released by the fast expulsion, sliding down next to the big turd in the toilet wall leaving a yellow smear; I was very happy and relieved. The bathroom reeked completely of poop, not eggy, putrid but compared to that afternoon's (which smelled more like decomposed manure) this one smelled more rancid and fresher. I did my cleaning routine and when I came out, I sat down next to the little girl; a few minutes after she fell asleep, so cute that I melted.
The two poops that day made me think a bit about "my poop thing": Carla wasn't a toddler as she was young little girl, but was 6 years and almost 6 month younger than me, so relatively for my age she was much younger. While I was pooping she was very close to me but obviously on the other side of the bathroom wall (in the living room, outside the bathroom); I knew this and was able to poop very comfortably. She was also a lot cuter compared to Ruth and others of my age (long brown hair, expressive big eyes and adorable face), but I have female friends my age who anyone would say have a cute face and I wouldn't have pooped if they were in Carla's place. At the end, I think it was the age difference and that I was already a big kid, so I was, maybe, maturing and girls much younger than me no longer bothered me to poop even if they were a little older than what I'm used to.
On Tuesday morning, Pilar came to pick up her daughter Kenzie, so we spent the rest of the week alone on the property: Mom, Carla and I. On Thursday we had a lovely morning, swam in our pool and then we ate. After lunch and before our nap, I had a healthy urge to poop; Mom stayed with Carla in the living room and I went to the main bathroom to poop, how lucky I felt to be in our wonderful property and not at Ruth's relatives' house.
As soon as I sat down, I felt the enormous turd wanting to come out, but it was too thick to come out on its own. I pushed and the turd kept coming out and dilating my anus more and more, accompanied by fetid and squeaky gases; I saw the lumpy beast emerge between my legs and curving forward. I continued pushing and quickly expelled the poop completely; A homogeneous light mustard brown curved ice-cream-cone-shaped turd that broke into 2 pieces, very thick and long. The 1st one (larger and longer) had a very hard, lumpy head with a little mucus between the cracks, and the rest was smooth but cracked, like a dried and cracked tree bark. The 2nd one (smaller and shorter) was like the rest of the 1st one, smooth but cracked. The bathroom reeked completely of shit, putrid and rancid, not eggy but with a rancid cabbage hint; I felt very happy, well and relieved. I did my cleaning routine and stayed in the living room with Carla and my mother; we took the nap right there.
That afternoon after our nap, we went to the small city to my grandparents' house to visit them and then played for a while in the park in front of Carla's house. The next day, Friday, we didn't leave the property and in the afternoon before nightfall Carla's parents came to pick her up. They were so kind and thanked us repeatedly; we told them it wasn't necessary, I really enjoyed having this precious little girl living with us. Mom babysat her on four more occasions.
David P
Pooing
Hiya all sorry for such a long time without posting, life is just so busy. Being an adult huh. I am still so fascinated by pooing as a human, it seems so wrong yet so normal.
Leah - Sorry to hear of your recent accident. I hope it wasn't too bad and you are getting better. Did you have to say to the nurse you needed to go for a poo or just they helped you to the toilet? I would of found that very embarrassing, also did they not do anything to help your constipation?
My update is quick but it is about my recent trips to the loo. I got really quite regular, maybe stress or medications who knows but I was having to go at work which is not my favourite idea but I am getting better at it now as long as I have a private room. I was going for a poo maybe once or twice a week at work and several times at home. Yet the next week I just stopped being able to go, I had pebbles and some chunks but it wasn't easy. I also got so many twinges in my belly like now is the time, yet I would just wee or sit on the toilet pushing and nothing, or maybe just a pebble after pushing like you were pushing out the titanic. I started getting a belly ache and the false urges kept coming for several days. I kept eating as much bran as possible and eventually over the course of 3 days, multiple toilet trips and squatting on a stool over the toilet I managed to push out all the poo, 3 knobbly logs over 3 days and lots of pebbles. Now I have not gone again so who knows what is in store once my bowels fill back up.. Constipation!! thought that was a thing of the past. I used to get it so bad as a kid.. Nothing like this. I mean really bad.
Mina
Dear axoGirl
We surprised a bit that nobody answer your question, so now we answer.
All four of us, when we sit on loo for a serious business, we produce more than you do, we think. So you don't need embarrass. Society sometimes has strange idea that young girl can't defecate huge volume, but we always doing that. It is not just you. Other women also defecate huge huge volume, sometimes.
And we think, nobody noticed your huge defecate. Or more likely, nobody interested. Everybody leave strong fragrance in loo sometimes after serious visit there. You are not only one.
Defecate is very healthy. If you have huge mierda in your body, you must push it out. Even you worry that it might be very huge, you need to produce. Not good to keep it inside you with useless effort.
We wish you a good luck.
Chakamami Family
Amy
I wanted to thank everyone for the advice I'll use it next time I have a poop in public
Paul
Dog walking accident
This happened to me last week. I regularly walk my dog in a large park/country estate which is open to the public. On most days and especially at weekends it's very busy.
I put the dog into the car and set off, and wished I'd had a successful poo before I left. I'd tried, but nothing. By the time I reached the park and put on my boots, I was pretty desperate. There are a few public loos, but there was a queue for the gents, plus I'd have to have tied up the dog. I decided to set off and find somewhere quiet. Everywhere I went was busy, more dog walkers, families out enjoying the sunshine.
I had to stop several times and clench my cheeks, otherwise I was convinced I'd poo myself. After another 20 minutes, I was at bursting point. I quickly looked around for a final check, and although I could see a family in the distance, I thought I'd have time. I went behind a hedge and pulled down my jeans. As I squatted, out fell a huge pile of soft serve mush. Some of it had a,really squished out into my boxers. A real mess. I had no tissues either. I could hear voices getting nearer, so I kept quiet. Unfortunately the family approaching also had a dog, and mine and theirs started barking. All of a sudden a man appeared, and saw me. He didn't say anything but quickly walked away taking his dog with him.
I undid my boots, took them both off, jeans off and boxers off. He I was , naked from the waist down. I wiped my cracks with my boxers as best I could and buried the lot under some leaves. I pulled on my jeans and sat on a tree stump to lace my boots. A quick look around, nobody about. I quickly got of there and made for the car park. By the time I got home, I'd left skid marks on my jeans, and my bum crack was sore. I spent a good hour in a nice warm bath, and felt better. Luckily my wife was out, so nobody knows about my accident.
Emma two
Just made it
I didn't feel the need to have a poo when I woke up this morning even though I hadn't been for a few days but I had a nice relieving wee that lasted a full minute before it stopped. I got ready for work and left the flat to catch my bus when I started feeling the urge to poo. I didn't think it was a problem because I wasn't desperate and I had plenty of time to get to work and go to the toilet before I had to start working. My bus arrived on time and I sat for the three quarters of an hour my journey takes feeling my need to have a poo getting stronger. By the time I got to my stop I was quite desperate but not enough to be worried about. I got off the bus and started walking the short distance into work when I felt a cramp in my stomach and a sudden feeling of urgency in my bowels as I realised I hadn't had a poo in five days and it didn't want to wait for me to get to work. I clenched tightly and just about managed to get to the toilets at work. I ran in holding my bottom and took the nearest cubicle and slammed the door shut, pulled my jeans and knickers down together and threw myself onto the toilet seat. I quickly positioned myself and relaxed my bottom and immediately felt relief as five days worth of soft poo rushed out of my bottom and into the toilet. Man that felt so good. Almost like an orgasm. I pushed at the end and my relief was completely satisfied. I wiped a lot and pulled my knickers up and then my jeans before flushing the toilet and exited the cubicle and washed my hands and dried them before clocking in to start working.
BerBut
Skids Marks
i i want to know the difference of toilet made before 1990 and after 1991?whwn i was yonger, using toilet too poop will be not able to make skid marks in the bowl but now 2-3 times a week I will make some big ones!.My wife she doesn't know but every time she go too bathroom and take a dump it turns me on so badly but i am too scared to tell her.2time out of 4 she will leave huge shit mark on bottom of the bowl I don't know if she make huge dump or its the way she sit on the toilet but usually she will flush 2-3 times after she is finished and usually it still som significant amount of shit left inside the bowl sometimes it can be 1/2"thick by 3" rounds after 2 flushes,it is always fascinating me every time I will use bathroom after her most of the time when the lid is down. It means that she had a big bowl movement and when i lft the lid it will automatically give me a satisfying visual effect then I will sit down and doo my dump wash with bidet seat and flush sometimes it will still left remain of her shit after my flush
Sunday, April 5, 2026
Paul S.
Hi Rachel
I also have had some Pooping accidents in my Pants both as a teenager (Middle School and High School) and also as an adult. Can you post some? I wonder how that was to Poop in your Pants on the Plane and in the Car? I'd love to hear some of your stories.
Darlene
Replying to Verinika + Survey
I have this body mist that is a knockoff of YSL black opium and usually would just spray that after using the restroom at work. Flushing multiple times helps cut down on the smell and makes it less obvious you are pooping. I also wanted to take your survey as well. So, I copied and paste my replies down below.
1. Do you often leave skid marks (streaks on the toilet bowl) after going number two? Yes, I do. Usually, it takes two flushes to get rid of them. But, nothing too major.
2. Have you ever left skid marks just before someone else had to use the toilet? No, I try to make it where they can't tell if I pooped or not.
3. Did you ever have to use a streaked toilet bowl (skidmarks) after someone else just used it? Yes but I either flush or go to another stall.
David P
Pooing
Hiya all sorry for such a long time without posting, life is just so busy. Being an adult huh. I am still so fascinated by pooing as a human, it seems so wrong yet so normal.
Leah - Sorry to hear of your recent accident. I hope it wasn't too bad and you are getting better. Did you have to say to the nurse you needed to go for a poo or just they helped you to the toilet? I would of found that very embarrassing, also did they not do anything to help your constipation?
My update is quick but it is about my recent trips to the loo. I got really quite regular, maybe stress or medications who knows but I was having to go at work which is not my favourite idea but I am getting better at it now as long as I have a private room. I was going for a poo maybe once or twice a week at work and several times at home. Yet the next week I just stopped being able to go, I had pebbles and some chunks but it wasn't easy. I also got so many twinges in my belly like now is the time, yet I would just wee or sit on the toilet pushing and nothing, or maybe just a pebble after pushing like you were pushing out the titanic. I started getting a belly ache and the false urges kept coming for several days. I kept eating as much bran as possible and eventually over the course of 3 days, multiple toilet trips and squatting on a stool over the toilet I managed to push out all the poo, 3 knobbly logs over 3 days and lots of pebbles. Now I have not gone again so who knows what is in store once my bowels fill back up.. Constipation!! thought that was a thing of the past. I used to get it so bad as a kid.. Nothing like this. I mean really bad.
Mina
Dear axoGirl
We surprised a bit that nobody answer your question, so now we answer.
All four of us, when we sit on loo for a serious business, we produce more than you do, we think. So you don't need embarrass. Society sometimes has strange idea that young girl can't defecate huge volume, but we always doing that. It is not just you. Other women also defecate huge huge volume, sometimes.
And we think, nobody noticed your huge defecate. Or more likely, nobody interested. Everybody leave strong fragrance in loo sometimes after serious visit there. You are not only one.
Defecate is very healthy. If you have huge mierda in your body, you must push it out. Even you worry that it might be very huge, you need to produce. Not good to keep it inside you with useless effort.
We wish you a good luck.
Chakamami Family
Nytecat
Surprise skidmark in my underpants!
Let me start by welcoming Katherine to the forum. A lot of contributors have shared stories of abuse and mistreatment and yours stand out among the very worst. Nobody should ever have to go through that. You have my sympathy.
Guess what? My latest clean streak just came to an end. It's been about a month since I left a significant new brown mark in any of my underwear. But this afternoon at work Mother Nature informed me it was time for a bowel movement. So I left my desk and proceeded to the bathroom. I entered the stall, closed the door, pulled down my pants and undies, and sat down. I spotted it instantly. There was a brown stripe almost three inches long and half an inch wide going right down the seat of my panties! It's visible inside and out. And it also happened to be one of my favorite panties too. It's a pair of Hanes Her Way with a green and blue pattern on them that reminds me of those ubiquitous soft drink cups seen in cafeterias everywhere in the 1990s. Hopefully it'll wash out.
The strangest thing is that this skidmark was completely unexpected. Sometimes I can tell ahead of time there's a possibility of a stain on my underwear. Maybe I went to poop earlier in the day and I didn't have time to wipe until I was clean. Or maybe I notice that the panties are sticking to my bottom. Or perhaps a sensation of something that feels slightly wet or gritty. Maybe a rather rich fart. But none of those things applied in today's incident. It was just like bam! Where did it come from?
The only thing to do now is see whether this was just a one off or the beginning of another streak of dirty briefs and panties.
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
Marina
Sunday Big Poop in my Aunt and Uncle's Country Property
Hi, how's everyone doing? I hope you're well. Today has been Palm Sunday (Domingo de Ramos in Spanish), a bit cold and a little windy, but fine. My grandparents, my aunt Amparo, my uncle Carlos, my cousins Elsa and Laia, my little brother Pablo, Mom and I have gone to Mass. When it is finished, my grandparents have gone to eat with some friends, and we have gone to eat at my aunt and uncle's country house: the fenced farmland with a small house in the center, well hidden among the crops (the closest straight-line distance between the house's walls and the fences is 109 meters) and due to this, it's just as safe for pooping as my own house. It has been the same 7 as always: auntie Amparo (38), uncle Carlos (40), cousins Elsa (3) and Laia (5-mo), my little brother Pablo (22-mo), Mom (41) and me (17). Laia, although just as beautiful as her sister, doesn't have the typical sisterly resemblance (obviously they share some features since they are sisters).
The truth is, it's been a pretty bad winter weather-wise in Spain and the two times we've been here (since New Year's) I haven't felt the urge to poop. I wanted to try the indoor bathroom to poop, since I'd only used it for peeing before and today I've finally used it to poop. After dessert, with the 7 reunited in the living room, warm and cozy, I asked Mom, Auntie and Uncle if they needed the bathroom because I had to move my bowels. They replied with smiles that I could go ahead and poop, it was all mine.
The bathroom is to one side of the living room and inside this; on the left if you're facing the back door. It's not very big, but it's complete: the floor, tiles, and walls are all in light tan tones. As soon as you walk in, there's the sink straight ahead, a good-sized bathtub to its right, a small window next to it and the toilet next to/below that, so if someone opens the door and walks straight in, they can't see the person sitting on the toilet unless they walk right in. The toilet is white, a normal size but not as big as the ones in my house nor as small as the one outside. It's a one-piece toilet (with the tank attached to and above the bowl) with a wide drain hole located more towards the back compared to the ones in my house. The toilet drain is connected to the drain of the outdoor toilet I used to poop the other times (I think I mentioned it in previous posts).
The urge wasn't very strong, but my body needed it (3-dayer). As soon as I sat down, I started peeing. It has been so good to let the urine flow, and as I was finishing, the urge to poop increased considerably. I felt the huge turd wanting to come out (what a sweet sensation). I pushed and the turd opened and dilated my anus widely, accompanied by high-pitched and very rancid gases (what a stink). I pushed again, hard and prolonged, and completely expelled a very thick and long cucumber-shaped turd as a 3 pieces that have been breaking and falling as they were being expelled. I let out a loud AAAHHHH. The relief and pleasure have been enormous. It's been my average poop, but it's my first time using this toilet, so it has been exciting. The thickness has been 5 cm and the total length about 50 cm. The first piece has been short, falling into the water with a loud SPLOUSH and splashing my butt a bit. The second (much longer) and the third (intermediate length) fell on top of the first, leaving 90% of the poop out of the water and completely reeking of shit the entire bathroom, not eggy, but putrid and extremely rancid. The color and texture have been uniform, light mustard brown, slightly lumpy and cracked with a little mucus; a perfect Bristol type 3.
The poop has been pretty clean for my bum (only 2 wipes), with 3 flushes and a toilet brush, the porcelain is spotless. The smell has been almost unbearable, so I opened the window, washed my hands and sprayed some air freshener, then went outside and closed it quickly so I wouldn't stink up my family who were right there in the living room. We had a great day but I did miss a joke from my aunt or my mom about my poop, although I also went straight with Elsa and Pablo and not to the table (baby Laia was asleep); maybe next time. Bye and happy pooping.
Gemma
Reply to Amy
This is probably not going to be much help but I can't poop in public toilets either, I can't even go at home if someone is near the bathroom door so you're not alone. I have only one friend I can share hotel rooms with where I can actually go when she's around. I'm at uni now and actually have to go in the dorm bathroom, 5am wake up in the hope no one is in there and have headphones in and shut my eyes so I just have to make my mind believe no one is going to come in to be able to do it.
Sorry you suffer the same
Pete
Skidmarks
I don't get many skidmarks but the ones that I do produce are almost always removed by a second flush. However, I don't know whether it is the way in which I sit on the toilet, but although I don't often leave skidmarks, what I do leave is patches of shit on the sides of the bowl, above water level. It is more difficult surprisingly for these to be removed by flushing, and I usually have to make pad of toilet paper to wipe them away manually before another flush. Although I live on my own I like to leave the toilet spotlessly clean so that my carer who comes in daily for an hour to clean does not have do the toilet.
Response to Amy's question
I'm just a year younger than you. In middle school I struggled with craps because most of the toilets didn't have a privacy door. Many of my classmates didn't have patience. She'd just look at me with this weird expression as I sat waiting. A couple of times I lowered my head to cover up my tears. Now in high school the bathrooms are much larger. There is less pressure on me because there are always enough toilets for the others to use. Only problem was that yesterday I sat down, quickly unloaded, but then I had to ask on of my friends to get me some toilet paper. She did. Sorry, I guess, but sometimes I forget to look.
Mike
To sandra
Great story and details sounds like you certainly blew the toilet up with your desperate shit , atleast you got the relief that you needed which always feels great when you're bursting to go even if you did leave a stink it's all part of it especially after a big one and yeah maybe give the spicy pizza a miss for a bit haha x
RP
A story
Katherine
I am so horribly shocked by your story, and what awful parents you had.
I am so sorry you had such a rough start, just know that i think i speak on behalf of everyone in here when i say that you are amongst people who love you now - at least in here.
I don't know if you told you all this.
Many years ago, me and my niece was visiting some relatives. The niece and i were swinging on the swing, when she said that if i pushed the swing again, she might pee her pants. It was already to late at that point, i had pushed the swing and she couldn't get off quick enough.
She was wearing a little fluffy skirt, so nothing showed, but the panties were wet of course. We went to the toilet, where we cleaned up.
I wet myself too, out of sympathy. Not much, but still enough that the front of my underpants were patched wet.
Mick
Very odd
I stopped yesterday at a motorway service station for a pee and a coffee. It was fairly busy. Whilst I was peeing at the urinal, a man came and stood next to me, probably late 30s, smartly dressed. But, and here's the odd bit, he pulled his trousers and boxers down to his ankles before he peed. What was even stranger, he started up a conversation with me and the bloke next to him. I zipped up and left. This is exactly why I rarely use public toilets, and if it's suitable, I'd rather pee outside.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
Tricky
It Did It Again
I went to an office out of town for my job. The security was more stringent, and required a company representative to escort me at all times on the premises. The escort was a thin, muscular, bald, clean-shaven man in his 40s who usually worked the security desk. He sort of looked like Jason Statham had a love child with Mr. Clean.
I arrived early, but we weren't able to go to the conference room yet because it was being set up. As I was sitting in the 1st floor lobby with 15 minutes to go, I soon felt my post-breakfast poop ramming my back door. I asked him where the restroom was.
He informed me that since I didn't have a badge, policy required him to accompany me at all times while I was on the property until I was inside the conference room. This meant that when he took me behind the security gate to access the restroom, he was required to come inside.
It was a cramped one-urinal, one-toilet arrangement with no lock on the entrance door. The toilet faced the entrance, enclosed on three sides by the room's walls. It thankfully had a partition and door in front. The escort walked in and stood by the sink adjacent to the unpartitioned urinal as I shut the stall door, pulled my pants to my shoes, and proceeded with my morning dump. He stood less than 3 feet away from me, only a flimsy barrier separating us from each others' gaze. A 1 inch gap between the partition and stall door on my right gave me a generous view of the entrance, while the left side gap allowed me to see the escort standing by the sink. He could already tell it was going to be a #2 for me as he instinctively looked away from the stall area. The gaps at the bottom of the partition revealed a generous amount of my legs given the cramped stall had my knees almost to the door, its bottom gap also almost up to my knees, my sense of claustrophobia enhanced by metal bars extending out of the cubicle on the wall to my right almost to the entrance to make the room handicap accessible, although how someone would fit a wheelchair here was a mystery to me.
I proceeded to get down to business to disrupt an awkward silence that was permeating the room.
*RORT*
*shlupf-f-f-f-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
A soft, thick, well-formed, ropy poop slid out effortlessly, forcefully, but somewhat slowly. It felt great and was much larger feeling than I expected.
*t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
*PLAPT*
It slapped the edge of the toilet bowl when the end of it fell. My noises echoed about the room. The guy said nothing. It was probably awkward for him to be standing there, listening to me poop. I don't like to be a chatty person, especially when I'm shitting, so my silence made everything more audible.
The cleanup was not as easy as the deposit. A mess was stuck all over my butt. The toilet paper roller squeaked and rattled as I rolled it, each tear could be heard, and the sounds of the toilet paper rubbing poop off my skin as I wiped echoed.
After 3-4 minutes of wiping effort, almost finished with the cleanup, I felt there was more on the way, and started pooping again.
*pfff-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
While a second and much thicker log was sliding out...
*knock knock knock*
The Mens' room door opened as I heard a cleaning lady quietly say "Housekeeping."
I could see her standing with the bucket through the gap in the stall door. We made eye contact through the gap.
At the same time, both of us awkwardly responded...
Me: "I'm in here."
Him: "Someone's in here Miss."
She yelled, "I'm sorry." and turned away.
An awkward 3-5 seconds passed as the entrance door slowly shut on its own.
Poop was still sliding out.
*t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t*
More awkward seconds passed as the noise of the poop sliding out of me dominated the room, when he interrupted, "Just doing her job. It's early in the morning and no one's ever in here at this time."
*t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
I found it more awkward that his job required him to stand there listening to me shit, than for the cleaning lady to have briefly intruded.
I replied, "It happens."
He continued, "She's pretty good about not rushing to open the door when I'm in here. But that's later in the day when she expects people could be in here."
*crackle-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
*fluptft*
The 2nd log quietly landed on the toilet paper nest from my first wiping attempt. It took much longer to pass than the first log and came out slower, but was every bit as loud.
I heard a *ping* from the escort's phone and could see him looking at it through the gap in the door.
The escort then said, "Conference room is open now. You got 6 minutes. Almost done?"
I said "Yeah." as I pushed again to make sure nothing more was on the way.
*B-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-T*
A big fart, sounding like a tuba hitting a low note, except the cramped room combined with the toilet bowl amplified it to ear-splitting volume. I felt my rectum ripple with pain it was so dry and voluminous. I knew now I was empty. I heard the guy barely concealing his laughter. I must admit that fart sounded funny. I drained my bladder for good measure.
I started wiping again. And wiping. And wiping.
He then asked, "How much toilet paper are you using?"
I found the question very awkward and a bit too personal and didn't want to answer, but obliged him.
"A lot. Why?"
He continued, "Aw jeez. I forgot to let you know that this toilet stops up often. Try not to use too much."
It was already too late for that from the first go around, and I had more to wipe. I said nothing and was now legitimately nervous. I hated clogging public toilets and with my bad luck, it would be another spectacle.
It took about 5 more minutes to clean up because I tried to ration my use. The toilet paper wasn't very absorbent and my ass felt raw. I pulled up my pants, buckled my belt, and turned around.
Two smooth, wet, greenish-brown, uncracked logs were in the toilet, one two inches thick stretching to the rim ending with a pointed taper mostly obscured by a mountain of wet paper, and the other a shorter log about eight inches length but almost as thick as my forearm resting on the side of the bowl. While both were surprisingly easy to pass for as large as they were, it was obvious why my rear needed such a big cleanup.
I flushed and left a bunch of nasty smears all over the bowl. The short log and a bunch of smaller chunks from the longer log breaking up still floated around the bowl and I worried I clogged it. Small bits of frayed toilet paper were everywhere in the mix. But the water line returned to normal. I flushed again. The toilet sputtered and everything swirled, the chunks from the big log breaking up. The smears and thicker log remained, the water was brown, chunks of poop bobbed up and down, and a large pile of settled chunks in the shape of a mountain was forming in the drain of the toilet with pieces of tp swirling about. I flushed again. No flush. One last time activating the flush lever, and still no flush. There was at least a pound and a half of poop left in the toilet. It wasn't going down.
The room stunk. I exited the stall, and proceeded to wash my hands as the escort stood by.
As I was washing my hands, the escort asked me, "It did it again, huh?"
I knew what he meant. "Yeah."
He briefly looked over toward the mess in the toilet and replied, "Good grief. I should have said something before I saw you go in there. Sorry."
As we left, the cleaning lady was standing outside.
He then told her, "It did it again."
She responded to him, "At least it wasn't you this time."
He'd obviously been through a similar situation in this same restroom before.
I then said, "Sorry about the mess."
She looked at me and said, "The plumbing in there needs to be fixed. It's not your fault."
We walked to the elevator to get to the meeting as she proceeded to clean up the Mens' room, spraying air freshener as soon as she opened the door.
Leah
A bad time
Following on from my brief hospital stay two weeks ago, I spent last week recuperating at home.
I came out of hospital on Sunday, I then had a poo on Monday and I didn't go for the rest of the week.
A whole week just at home, I didn't go out once, no movement meant my bowels became rock hard, which is really bad for me since I'm normally so active and healthy. I spent lots of time just sitting on my loo doing nothing but pushing and grunting and gasping. Since I was laid up on the sofa I got lots of reading in, often done on the loo.
I was just getting more and more sick and bloated as the week wore on, so by Friday or Saturday I decided I had to do something, so I took three dulcolax pills I mixed into my porridge, that was a huge mistake as I spent the whole of Saturday on and off the loo having loose thin rope like poos and liquid plops.
By Saturday I was able to do more, so I decided to visit family, I went to my parents house and my sister was there with her two baby daughters. We were having a good time sitting around the tv when I suddenly got hit hard with a painful cramp and I thought my stomach would settle, I didn't feel well or safe so I decided I had to excuse myself to the loo.
I got to the downstairs loo and closed myself in, I yanked down my black tights and thong down to my ankles and let loose.
I completely blew up the loo and I couldn't even touch my stomach, it was hollow, like someone had punched it.
When the initial wave was over I just stayed sitting there, I held my head on my hand waiting to blow farts and have more loose poo. My poo smelled like chemicals, the laxative coming out of me and I must have been sat there for a good fifteen minutes just waiting for my stomach to settle before I decided it was safe to finish, when I went to wipe my finger went straight through the paper and in to my soaking wet bottom hole, I kept wiping until clean.
And then on Saturday night I got a bit drunk and went to bed, but I must have had an accident before I went to bed as my thong and tights were badly soiled, when I woke up in the morning my thong was very mushy, it was like mucous and when I put my tights on I felt damp in the thighs. Both went straight in the wash phew!
I'm back at work now, and struggling with hard poos again.
Loving the stories
From leah
Veronika
Some replies
Hi Darlene, I know some ladies at work also flush right as they go to minimize the smell. I'm glad you felt better afterwards.
Hi Taylor, it sounds like you had a good poop at the mall.
Hi Marina, it's a great series about the poops of your life and I must say you have a very good memory.
Hi Mina, all four of you are very kind and caring. I wish Hisae good luck with her new job.
Hi BogBuster, it sounds like both your wife and you had great poops after this meal at the chip shop. I hope she ended up feeling as much relief as you when she was done.
Hi Pete, it sounds like you had a good clear out from this laxative and you managed to evacuate everything.
Hi Leah, I'm sorry to hear about your accident and I hope you get better soon.
A couple of weeks ago, I shared a survey. Here it is again in case you missed it:
1. Do you often leave skid marks (streaks on the toilet bowl) after going number two?
2. Have you ever left skid marks just before someone else had to use the toilet?
3. Did you ever have to use a streaked toilet bowl (skidmarks) after someone else just used it?
Katherine
Off and on throughout my childhood, I would be returned to my parents for third, fourth, fifth, twentieth chances. No, they never changed but they could always manage to put on a great show for child services for a few months. The trauma of living in that house over and over was worse than any group facility or foster home. And of course, every time I was moved back home, my fear increased and naturally so did my wetting episodes. I remember horrific panic attacks even in high school that always seemed to result in soaking wet pants, usually near the end of the day when the bell was about to ring. Knowing what was about to happen(horrific abuse both physical and sexual) when I got home, I would start freaking out and hyperventilating until next came the all too familiar feeling of my pants growing very warm and wet. I could never seem to hold it when I was that panicked. And of course, the times I arr arrived home having wet my pants, the abuse started immediately. The beatings on my bare back, legs and bottom, being forced to sit for hours in wet clothes, and of course, unspeakable acts I'll never say aloud especially on a public forum. Sometimes I wasn't allowed to have dinner or even a snack and had to go hungry all evening and all night. I was told that if I kept my bed dry, I could eat some breakfast. I never could. At 16, I was still wetting myself every night like a toddler and every morning getting the beating of my life with my dad's belt and often getting my face rubbed in my wet sheets. I still cry when my brain flashed back to those horrible years. Yesterday I had a truly horrendous flashback and all I could do was stand there in the middle of the store, trembling as piss ran down my pants like a child. I felt frozen in place. When I could finally move again, I ran away, crying so hard I felt like I would choke, pretending that I hadn't just left a huge pee puddle on the floor. That night, I wet my bed again and woke up, of course too late to go potty and filled with shame. I can't forget the horrible words and name calling and beatings and all that just because my bladder refused to cooperate. I should have been wearing a pull-up yesterday but I'd had a few dry days and figured I could manage ok. Boy, was I wrong. The PTSD and flashbacks always seem to ruin any progress I make towards staying reliably dry. More stories later.
Post Title (optional)To Amy
Hi Amy
Do you not like people hearing your plops?
Anna from Austria
@Mina and friends nice to hear from you guys again.
@all This is just a short and not very specatuclar story but still a funny one so I want to share it with you guys.
Was at my local hairdresser shop last saturday and before everything started my hairdresser said she had to use the ladys room for or 1 2 minutes before we started. in the end it took her about 5 to 8 minutes. As soon as she came out her boss entered the bathroom after her and said something to me hairdresser. I could not hear what it was but my hairdresser just said sorry. So I asumed the boss was complaining about the smell. Then she started doing my hair. It was funny thought that a a lady that was just did a big poop touched my hair. I was not worried about the hygene. Her hands just smelling like soap. lots of soap.
That is my story for today
greetings from Austria
Anna
Burbut
Toilet rush
Hi everyone!yesturday we were sick me and my wife.woke up around noon have 2 coffee each.Then breakfast and my morning routine hit after breakfast so I when in bathroom and took a first dump.use bidet dry my bum and when back in living room watching movies.then around 2pm second wave hit me it was a little more watery as soon as it started my wife asked me if I will be long cause she need the toilet right now?I told her that i will clean myself and i be out soon.so as soon i flush the toilet's i was washing my hands and she show up pass me and sit herself on the toilet and before she sit down she was already pooping.she looks at me and says that was a close call she spent 15 minutes in the bathroom and then i ear the bidet water she cleaned up and flushed wash her hand and get back in her chair in living room.she described her dump to me and we both laughed.she said please don't go there for the next hour cause it smells really bad cause she clogged the toilet.so i was curious I left living room after 40 minutes i have to go back cause my diarrhea hit me back I lifted the toilet seat lid and saw her master poop it was like 2"wide and about 20" long but i had to go so i sit down and let a few waves of shit and I cleaned out wit the bidet and flush. Most of my diarrhea went down but half of her monster turd stay stuck in the hole so I took my shower and we left to go to a friend house.so when we came back to the house around 11:00 pm she had too go back for another movement she lift the lid too see a monster log she flush and sit and have another small dump this time but the toilet was still clogged so when she was finally done she ask me to try too unclog it! So i use rubber gloves and remove the monster turd put it in a double plastic bag and trow it outside in the garbage bin and we when too bed this morning I when for my morning pee toilet was fine!
axoGirl
Released HUGE turd at my work
Hi guys,
I'm a 20yo woman and I usually only shit at home. However, today at my work, someone brought a lot of cookies and I ate kinda too many of them, I felt a bit sick but the point is, it really stimulated my digestion which is why I suddenly felt the strong urge to poop.
I dont like pooping during work because I dont want my coworkers to notice it, but today I just couldn't hold it and had to go to the bathroom. On the way I already had to fart multiple times, but they were quiet. Luckily no one was on the toilet.
Even though I had so much pressure, the poop didnt really come out at first so I had to push. Then, slowly, a lot of poop left my body and it felt sooo good releasing it all. It was so much and when I looked in the toilet, it was the biggest turd I have ever shit, like twice as long as normally. I really wonder how that fit into my belly, but I felt really good after it. I still felt like there was something on my ass that wasn't completely out, but nothing followed after pressing.
It smelled extremely bad so I instantly flushed the toilet, but the turd was so big that it did barely move, and I had to flush a second time. I really dont know how I did that, usually my turds are much smaller.
I still had a lot of poop sticking on my butt. I dont know why and it felt really disgusting, because I had to use a lot of toilet paper to wipe it all up. Because the paper roll was inside some box and the paper always went stuck, it took me at least solid 5 minutes to clean my ass after that shit.
I then left the bathroom smelling as if someone just had diarrhea, but it really was only a normal poop, no idea why it was so crazy.
After I returned home a few hours later,I had to poop a bit of soft shit again. I'm currently sitting on the toilet pressing it all out while I'm writing this.
It felt kinda weird for me to shit that much in a public place because I usually dont poop such big loads, and it feels kinda embarrassing for a girl. I always think other girls dont poop as much as me... what are your experiences with this?
Thursday, March 26, 2026
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 9
To Amy: Hi Amy, welcome to the forum :) I'm Marina, a Spanish girl a little older than you (17, I'll be 18 this July). From your description of poo shyness, I have to assume you're not the girl who did a buddy dump in the boys' restroom with her volleyball teammates; she's also named Amy. Perhaps, I would recommend that you start by using less busy public restrooms, libraries during opening/closing hours, small shops and gas stations during opening/closing hours when there are few people and using distractions like smartphone, music, etc. And, after that, gradually move on to larger and busier public restrooms.
I can poop in any toilet as long as it's clean (except for portable potties; they're always filthy), but my restriction is more severe than yours... Throughout my life I've had a strange thing that I've called "my poop thing" and it has always affected my bowel movements. I can't poop in the toilet if I know a girl around my age is nearby. It doesn't matter if she can't see me or even know I'm there; just knowing she is less than 50 meters from me in any direction (actual distance) prevents me from relaxing my sphincter correctly and defecating in the toilet. With boys, girls much younger than me (little girls) and much older (16 or more years older than me, they could be my mother) this doesn't happen to me. This is the only place where I can talk about it, but sadly I haven't found anyone here with a similar thing. So anyway, enjoy the forum.
21) - Saturday, mid of April 2018, I was 9-yo. We didn't get together with Alicia and her in-laws that Easter, so that weekend we all got together and the Saturday of that weekend, just like the previous Easter, they stayed overnight at our house because there wasn't enough space at Alicia's. The day went very well but David misbehaved quite badly, perhaps partly because of the birth of his little sister Nuria (the handsome boy was somewhat less the center of attention). During that day we were out and about in various places, and all day I held in my huge poop, a truly charged few-dayer. It was uncomfortable sensation because I felt the enormous "rock" pressing against the walls of my rectum.
In the afternoon, a little before sunset, we arrived at my property to stay there. Their two cars went in first and then we followed. The situation was perfect and my brain knew it, there were 10 on the property: Andres (32, Alicia's brother-in-law), his wife Inma (33) with their beautiful son David (7, my first love) and their adorable very young baby daughter Nuria (2-mo). Inma's brother Jorge (35), his wife Claudia (32) with their adorable toddler girl Paola (17-mo). Mom (33), babygirl Kenzie (just 9-mo) in her care and me. While my mother was outside the car closing and locking the external gate of the property since we didn't need to go out, I let out a fart that made the whole car smell awful; it was putrid, pure concentrated shit, and poor little baby Kenzie made faces. As soon as my mother got in the car she recognized the strong poop smell and knew it wasn't the baby "Phew, OMG, daughter, when we get inside go to the bathroom and poop - I know, Mom".
As soon as we got home, David misbehaved again and disrespected his father Andres, so he turned him around, gave him a good spank in his butt and took him crying to the bedroom as punishment. I needed to go, but the main bathroom was occupied by Claudia so I went to the 2nd bathroom to poop. The situation helped me understand "my poop thing" because during my entire defecation process David was crying loudly/screaming and being spanked by his father (I can assure you he was crying more out of anger at not being able to defy his father than from the pain of the spanking) and I was able to poop very comfortably (vs. my poop 6). Obviously he wasn't a baby, but he wasn't a girl my age either; he was a boy, and the one I liked, to boot. Then I realized that it wasn't the crying that activated or reinforced "my poop thing", but who was crying. If it had been otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to poop until David stopped crying.
As soon as I sat down, I pushed hard and felt the enormous turd trying to see the light, stretching my anus further and further, accompanied by squeaky farts that filled the surrounding air with the same stench as in the car, but even more intense; all this while I heard David's incessant, loud crying/screaming in the bedroom next to the bathroom. The turd was very thick, my anus hurt quite a bit and I had to push a few times moving it little by little. Finally, I was able to expel it: a very thick ball of very hard and dry lumpy poop, made up of pebbles fused together, with mucus between the cracks and light olive/greenish light brown in color. It remained parcially submerged in the water, stuck to and inseparable from a much narrower body anchored to one side of the massive poop ball. This body was more or less smooth but cracked, light golden brown in color and remained completely out of the water, with its end piled up against the back wall, forming a long, cracked and coiled snake. I pushed again but no more poop came out.
The poop was very pleasant and the relief huge, but the bathroom reeked strongly of shit, not eggy, putrid and rancid. I did my cleaning routine, left the bathroom and David was still crying very loudly; even though he behaved badly that day and also towards me, I felt very sorry for him, after all, he was the boy I liked and I couldn't help it. A little while later, David went outside to apologize to his father, crying and saying that he loved him very much. His father hugged him tightly and told him that it bothered him that he was behaving this way, that he had always been a very good boy, that he loved him madly and that he was still too young to know how much he loved him. Although restless, David had always been a very good and kind-hearted boy.
That night everything went well; we had a lovely dinner and went to bed relatively early. During the night (maybe around 2 or 3 in the morning) I woke up and heard a baby crying. I don't know if it was the crying or my stomach ache that woke me up, but I really needed to poop and got up to go to the bathroom. When I went out into the hallway, I saw light in the living room; it was Inma with babygirl Nuria, who was crying.
To avoid disturbing them, I went again to the 2nd bathroom and sat on the bowl, listening to the baby crying in the background. I pushed and effortlessly I released a long, medium thickness cracked snake accompanied by a long and loud cracking sound. It was just like the body of the poop that I'd taken that afternoon. Smooth but cracked, with the entire surface dry, light mustard brown color and it piled up on the back wall of the toilet. I pushed again and I didn't poop anymore. It was very pleasant and I felt completely empty. The bathroom stank of fresh shit, not eggy, putrid and rancid. I did my cleaning routine, I lay back down and fell asleep right away.
Lengthy session on the loo after Sunday dinner at mother and father in law's house
Me and my wife went to visit her parents for Sunday dinner this weekend, before we went I made sure to empty my bowels to make room for the big dinner we were going to have. Feeling satisfied after a good log we made our way there. We arrived half an hour later and me and wifey were desperate for a wee, luckily her parents live in a house with two bathrooms. They came to greet us on the driveway and welcomed us inside, I could smell the food cooking and it was making me hungry. They made us cups of tea while me and my wife popped to the toilets were I had a big relieving light yellow wee. We all rejoined in the living room and were chatting away while waiting for the food.
Dinner was eventually ready and there was lots of it, we sat at the table and began to dig in, we honestly couldn't see each other over the mountains of food we had. Mashed potatoes, gravy, roast beef, brussel sprouts, carrots, peas, broccoli and Yorkshire puddins, it was delish and I ate the lot. My wife and mother in law couldn't finish it but father in law wolfed it down like I had. We were bloated but fulfilled and I thanked them for the meal. We then all went back to the living room and watched tv while chatting. I needed a trump during one of the conversations and excused myself to the upstairs bathroom, I closed the door and pushed with all my might NNNNGH BRURURURURURURT oof it was definitely the sprouts and broccoli coming back for revenge. I hoped no one heard it as it was loud, I felt a series of gasses flowing through my colon and just let them all go BRURURURURUR NNGH BRURURURURU oh FWOWOWOWOWORT sigh, I stunk the bathroom out and opened the window, had another quick wee and went back down stairs.
This morning back at home after a night of a thousand trumps from both me and my wife I woke up needing to have an urgent dump so I put on my dressing gown and ran with my cheeks clenched to the bathroom
. I did a forceful thunderous fart as soon as I sat down on the loo, I could feel a wide tip of poo at my exit but it wouldn't budge so I read for a while. BRRRRRRRT…. BRRRRRRR RRRRRTTT FRRRRRRRRRRT a ton of gas was pushing round the stubborn turd and were making funny sounds. I started to get contractions and cramps and the stubborn tip began pushing its way out of me, it was slightly painful as it was a wide one and required a gentle sustained push TSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZ NNGH TSZTSZTSZPLUNK SIGH looked down into the bowl and saw a very smooth long girthy light brown log bobbing on the surface of the water, I flushed as I was holding back more and it would have clogged. I relaxed again and gave a gentle push FWOWORRRRT TSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZPLUNK BRAPT BRARUMPTTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZPLUNK TSZTSZPLOP plop plop BRRT SIGH I still had stomach ache but nothing was coming and I had to start getting ready for work. I had produced some good firm logs that filled the water, they flushed easily and as I was stood watching them go down I was hit with a huge cramp and quickly sat down again, I couldn't control it and a massive soft log charged out after a big fart BRRRRRRRRRURURURURRRTTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZplop sigh PRFFFT this log was longer and softer than the previous poos and it curved up the left side of the bowl then I had some broken up very soft poo which felt a bit like mushy diarrhea but it wasn't,it all constantly plopped into the water and went on for ages fart pockets in between.
I had been on the toilet for 25 minutes and it was coming to a stop, my wife knocked on the door about 10 minutes ago but I just couldn't stop and I was cutting it fine for work. One last bit of poo came out and a loud burst of gas and I was finally empty BRRT, the water was now filled with sloppy looking broken up poo but the long one was still in the same place surrounded by murky water. It took two flushes and left a lot of mess so I cleaned up, wiping was a nightmare as there was a lot of sticky residue. I finished and flushed a final time, the smell was pungent but quite earthy with undertones of roast beef and gravy. I opened the window after washing my hands then got ready for work. My wife was sat in bed in our bedroom holding her stomach and the room smelt like a rotten fart, I apologised for taking so long and she said she understood then she quickly got up and ran to the loo farting a few times as she went, a couple moments later a massive fart rumbled out and I could hear her unloading huge PLUNKS and SHLOOMPTHS like there was no tomorrow flushing in between. I think we've both pooped for Britain today, it's amazing what a great big dinner can do to you, I've definitely lost a few pounds after that trip to the loo. I'm still trumping a lot though.
To Leah, sorry to hear about your accident, i hope you are healing well and it sounds like a brilliant big poo you took in hospital. I know how awkward it feels crashing one out and the nurses keep asking you questions through the door, I bet it felt great to be rid of that log. All the best.
-BogBuster
Friendly Responder
Athletic survey
Hi to my athletic friends....
I've noticed that some people who are athletic post here
So here's my little questionnaire... I'll even answer first
1. What is or are your sport or sports of choice?
2. Before an event, do you have a certain schedule so that you are comfortable before the event?
3. Have you ever needed to "go" really badly but just slowed down training rather than stopping?
4. Do you ever not eat enough because you don't want to have to "go" during the event?
5. Have you ever had to go badly enough where the last steps or drive home are almost unbearable after training?
My answers:
1. I like distance running and also walking.
2. I get up early on race day, eat early and walk around some so that I can suitably do what I need well before the race.
3. This happens sometimes and I slow down to a walk so there's no immediate problem.
4. This usually happens before a marathon. I still don't know how much is enough but I know I'm not eating enough before it.
5. All... the... time lol
Your turn lol
To Amy pooping in public shyness
Hi Amy I saw your post about trying to get over being shy about going poo in public. I don't often poop in public I'm a home pooper. But here recently I went grocery shopping at Dillons & needed to poo. The bathroom I went into just had one toilet & a sink. I lock the door drop my jeans & under where to my ankles & took a seat on the toilet took my phone out & started browsing the internet while I was waiting for my poo to come out. It took about 10 minutes for my poo to come out but it was huge & smooth. So if u have to poo in public Amy just relax & read something or look at your phone while you're pooping to take your mind off things. I hope this helps let me know how your next poop in public goes. My name is Austin by the way.
Sandra
Burnt at both ends
Yesterday I ordered a hot and spicey pizza Wetherspoons. That was a bit of an understatement as it was laden with hot chillis which burnt my mouth. The cool beer helped to put out the fire and I enjoyed it, aware that there could be consequences.
There certainly was! This morning I woke up with an urgent need for the toilet. No way could it wait. I had to shit. I jumped out of bed, hurridly put on my slippers and dressing gown and made haste to the bathroom. In no time at all I pulled down my black knickers, pulled up my dressing gown and night dress in one and plonked my bum on the toilet. What soon followed was an explosion accompanied by a burning sensation at the other end to yesterday. Inspite of the burning the feeling of relief was immense. I did not look at what I had produced but was aware that the force of the fart would have spattered the toilet bowl with soft serve. More would have been plastered all around the bowl than directly entering the water.
I had a wee and remained seated in the belief that more was to come. In normal circumstances I would have taken my phone to pass the time on the Internet, but this was such an emergency it had not crossed my mind. It was not long before I farted again, even louder that the initial one, with the sound amplified by the bowl. I did not follow through with it but soon after the urge returned and I was dropping poo which was more solid than before. Again there was a burning sensation. I remained seated for a while, but no more was on its way. Wiping was a lot more straightforward and quicker than what I was expecting after such a messy poo and the burning sensation was not as strong as when I was excreting. I pulled up my knickers and flushed. As expected there was a lot of poo stuck to the bowl which I removed with the brush and another flush. After washing my hands I left the stinking bathroom to proceeded downstairs too make coffee and breakfast.
Around mid day I had another poo, but this one was normal and solid without burning. I enjoyed the pizza but dont think I will have the hot and spicey one for a while.
Sandra
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 10
22) - Friday, early of June 2018, I was 9-yo. That morning at school I had the urge to poop; it wasn't strong, but it was annoying because my stomach hurt quite a bit. It wasn't strange; it was a well replenished 3-dayer. The day before in the afternoon I was at my grandparent's house and they had visitors. I snuck into the kitchen while they were gathered, finished off a whole floor of the single-serving coffee milk cream, and hid the empty cups at the bottom of the trash bag so I wouldn't get caught. I've loved whole dairy products since I was little; the day before, I had eaten lasagna with lots of cheese and that day (the one with the cream binge) I ate spaghetti carbonara. I remember it perfectly because I was wondering where all those delicious dairy products would go, since I've always been rather thin… and I can assure you they fermented quite well in my intestines.
At midday, the urge to poop and the pain disappeared. Mom came to pick me up to go to our wonderful property (we had already been living there for a few days to spend the summer) and when she arrived, she said me with a tender voice "Sweetie, today we will not be alone. Look Marina, look at this cutie... she's precious, so sweet, she will be with us until tomorrow". A beautiful toddlergirl (20-mo) with big, expressive and tender green eyes, with the lower eyelid very slightly teardrop-shaped creating an innocent/angelic expression, long blonde hair with a red bow and an adorable face. She was a little shy. My classmates and I literally melted, and asked my mother half-joking if we could keep her forever. My mother laughed and said that would be fine. She was Lidia, but obviously I didn't know that at the time; the fact that she was my little stepsister-like during the time my mother was pregnant came years later.
Before leaving for the property, we went to the supermarket to buy groceries and while we were there the urge returned a bit and I urged my mother "Mom - Tell me, sweetie - I need to poop, but I want to do it at the country house - Well, just wait a little while, we'll be leaving soon". When we finished, the 3 went straight to the property. As soon as we got home, Mom stayed with Lidia in the living room and I went to the main bathroom (right next door) to explode on my throne.
I sat down, I relaxed my sphincter and pushed, but it was very thick. I pushed again hard and the turd dilated my anus, more and more, accompanied by a lot of fetid, squeaky gas and seeing between my legs the tip of the cracked monster to emerge. Finally, it came out almost explosively "FLOOOMPSPLOUSH". It was a huge turd, thick and very long (eggplant-shaped, it split into an inverted L shape, otherwise it would have almost stained the rim of the bowl) causing a massive smear. Homogeneous in color and texture; very light brown almost mustard, slightly lumpy, cracked with a bit of mucus (like cracked tree bark) and with the surface of the end tail slightly juicy/slimy. A flat, delta-shaped pebble with a bit of mucus was sliding down the side of the porcelain into the water, causing a narrow and long yellow smear (due to the force of the expulsion, it broke off from the main turd and shot out to one side). At that moment the stench of poop was extremely strong, stinking up the whole bathroom; not eggy, but putrid and very rancid, like expired dairy products, but the happiness and relief were immense.
I felt a huge gas and let out a wet, long, bubbly and squelching fart, with a few drops of liquid poop included. After that, no more poop came out. I did my cleaning ritual and the 3 had a precious day. Lidia behaved very well and Mom let me help her with everything related to her; I wanted to get some practice and it was very nice to take care of such a beautiful toddler.
23) - Saturday, mid of July 2018, I had just turned 10-yo. That week we had a big celebration for my 10th birthday, but since Alicia and her family couldn't come we celebrated with them again that Saturday. There were 27 in total: Lara (36) and her ex-husband Luis (40) with their daughter Tina (13, with Down syndrome and a significant intellectual disability) and their son Mario (10). One of Luis's brothers (35, one of the twins), his wife (33) with their son Vicente (almost 4-yo) and their daughter Rebeca (19-mo). The other brother of Luis (35, the other twin), his wife (34) with their toddlergirl Sofia (almost 28-mo). Isa pregnant with Andrea (31, Lara's sister) and her husband Jose (34); they were good acquaintances and, from that time on, good friends. Alicia (31), her husband Paco (37) with their sons: Nacho (4) and toddlerboy Julio (18-mo). Inma's brother Jorge (35), his wife Claudia (32) with their toddlergirl Paola (20-mo). Andres (33, Alicia's brother-in-law), his wife Inma (33) with their son David (7, my 1st love) and their baby daughter Nuria (5-mo). Kenzie (almost 12-mo, like a little sister for me) at my mother's care, Mom (33) and me.
The last to enter were Isa and Jose; I accompanied my mother to lock the external gate of the property since no one else would be arriving. This, as always, was interpreted by my brain as a perfect situation and a few minutes later I felt a healthy urge to poop (few-dayer). I've always liked pooping when there are a lot of people (especially by David) at home, as long as those people aren't the ones who activate "my poop thing". After a while, while we were all gathered together, I felt like my poop needed to come out, so I went to the main bathroom to let out my enormous shit. As other time, David stayed by the bathroom door.
As soon as I sat down, I felt the huge turd but it was too thick to come out on its own. I pushed hard and the turd began to slowly emerge, dilating my anus more and more; I saw the monster coming out between my legs accompanied by stinky and squeaky farts. I wasn't embarrassed for David to hear me because of all the murmur of adults talking and small children playing in the living room just outside the bathroom, drowned out any sound I made. I continued pushing out the turd, it broke, I pushed again and completely expelled the second piece, while I was doing that I heard David leave the door because his mother was calling him (I heard him answer her). It was a very thick and long zucchini-shaped turd expelled as a 2 pieces. Homogeneous and very well formed, slightly lumpy but with a flattened surface and deep cracks with a little mucus between them, pine cone-like appearance and light mustard brown in color.
What happiness and relief, but the bathroom reeked of poop, not eggy, rancid and very putrid. I did my cleaning routine and as on other occasions, I left my innocent stinky joke (simply it's not use air freshener after pooping, sometimes it's because there's no air freshener left). I watched to see who would come in next, but that time it didn't work out well because a few minutes later it was my mother who came in and recognized the strong smell of my poop. She told me discreetly "My dear daughter, I've told you several times to use air freshener after you go to the bathroom, remember that we have guests, imagine if poor Isa comes in..." Isa used the bathroom a lot that day to pee since she was near the end of her pregnancy.
Amy
Hi everyone my name is Amy I am 15 year old blonde girl from Texas I discovered this site when I was looking online for some help I am wondering how to get over my poo shyness in public toilets
Darlene
Pooping at work
Today I had to use the public restroom at work once I clocked in before I went to my department. I didn't bother to line the toilet seat before sliding down my pants along with my panties sitting down and immediately began to flush the toilet as I started to relieve myself because it smelt like straight up rotten eggs and beans.
It took quite a lot of wipes afterwards but I did feel better afterwards once it was over with. As usual, a couple of skids were in my panties from not being able to wipe my behind properly as it's really big and requires a nice long shower to be completely clean but I took one when I got home and stuck the dirty clothes in washing machines along with some heavy detergent.
Usually, I can get out of stains this way.
Taylor
Surprise poop
It happened again! I was out shopping and I really needed to pee so I stopped by the supermarket toilets. I took a stall and pulled down my leggings to my knees as I sat down and I could hear the woman next to me peeing. I joined in with a strong stream of my own and it wasn't long before I was empty and relieved. As I was pulling off some toilet paper I felt another sensation, I needed to poop! I leaned forward a little and gave a gentle push to get things moving and then I could relax into it as my log effortlessly came out. It fell into the bowl with a quiet splash and further pushing just produced a little wind. I reached between my legs to wipe with the tissue I took earlier and took a little more to wipe my behind before standing up. Sat in the bowl was a log about 4 inches long and an inch thick. I pulled up my leggings, flushed and left with a smile.
Taylor
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 8
19) - Friday, early December 2017, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, a national holiday, I was 9-yo. My great-aunt (66, may she rest in peace, my grandmother's sister and Amparo's mother), my grandma (57), my grandpa (60), Mom (32) and I went to spend the day at my aunt Amparo's (30) and Hector's (37) house. They lived relatively far from the small city in a nice apartment building, but with girls around my age living there (so my poop thing acted). Whenever we'd been there, I'd just not poop and waited until we got home, but that day (3-dayer), I don't know why my bowels were more full of shit than in other times and I couldn't hold it in. In hat occasion my poop felt completely compacted as if my intestines hadn't room for more shit.
Luckily, the bathrooms at my aunt's house had latches and I had an idea: if I could poop outside the toilet knowing that girls my age were nearby, like in story 12, why not put toilet paper on the floor to do it outside the toilet and try it now? The idea worked perfectly. After dessert, I had a strong urge, I went to the 2nd bathroom and locked the door. I spread toilet paper lengthwise in the small space between the bowl and the bathtub. I squatted and felt the enormous turd wanting to see the light, I pushed and it began to dilate my anus more and more accompanied by fetid smelling squeaky farts that hit me all over the face, what a stench. The monster slowly emerged, moving and dragging the paper until it was completely expelled, but it's end was left without paper and this part fell directly on the floor.
Fortunately, the poop was very clean, well-formed and did not stain the floor; a massive practically straight cucumber-shaped turd, it was hard, lumpy, made up of pebbles fused together, with a little mucus between the cracks and light milk-chocolate brown in color. After that I sat on the toilet and peed. I wiped my vagina and then my anus; it was clean. I picked up the poop with the paper, threw it in the toilet and cleaned the floor because the last part in direct contact left a little condensation from the hot shit on the floor. I felt the urge to poop again and repeated the process with a longer length of paper. The turd was exactly the same in texture, color and thickness, but shorter. I wiped my anus again and the toilet paper came out clean. The hole seemed visually narrower than the one in my toilets so I flushed and a swirling piece remained. I picked up the 2nd turd with the paper from the floor and threw it in the toilet. I flushed again and it was all gone. The poop was dry and more or less covered with paper, so it didn't leave any smears. I was immensely relieved, but the smell was unbearable, OMG… Not eggy, rancid and very putrid, like old manure. I washed my hands, sprayed air freshener and left. We had a magnificent day.
20) - Saturday, late March 2018, I was 9-yo. That morning, like many others a cute little boy (3) and baby Kenzie (8-mo) at Mom's care, Mom (33) and I were traveling from our small city to Ruth's grandparents' country house. We would stay there for a while and after that, the children, Mom and I would go to spend the day at our country property. Kenzie has always been and still is a beautiful little girl, as well as being kind and affectionate. She was like a little sister to me because we took care of her many times since she was a baby (she is the same little girl of my post titled "My Poop Thing and Past Experiences" page 3168). Her mother is a single mother and wasn't very well off financially, so she had to work hard and leave Kenzie with us on numerous occasions. As you know, I'm quite anatomist and Kenzie looks a lot like Mackenzie Fitzgerald from the movie "Where the Heart Is", which is why I've given her that name here. In fact, her mother gave us a precious framed portrait of her when she was 4, and one day that movie was on TV. Mom said "Look who's on TV" and we both laughed for a while. We told the girl's mother Pilar about it; she was surprised and found it funny.
That morning when I woke up I had a small urgency (few-dayer), but I decided to hold it in since the plan was to 1st go to Ruth's grandparents' country house, play with her for a while and then, when the children, Mom and I arrive at our country property, let out my huge shit. But on the way from our small city suddenly I got a terrible stomach ache. Although the pressure on my anus was bearable, the pain was so intense that my body almost involuntarily begged to expel it. I felt how a huge hard piece was blocking all the soft stool and gas.
I told Mom and as usual, she justly started to get angry, but she didn't get to the point of being angry because in a few seconds she sensed it was true and heard the rumbling of my intestines: "Hold on my child, hold on darling, you'll let all the poop out now". Since we were already approaching our rural area, she asked me if I wanted her to stop the car so I could poop and I was tempted because I was almost crying from the pain, but I wanted to do it in the toilet. We entered, Mom quickly closed the external gate of the property and drove the car onto the back porch, right up to the back entrance of our house, so that the main bathroom was about 6 meters from the car and closer than if you enter by the main door. The happiness of sitting on my bowl was immense…
As soon as my buttocks touched the seat, I pushed very hard and felt how the thick turd opened my anus very wide and very quickly accompanied by squeaking sounds (it hurt), 1 second later the huge shit explosion BLOOOLOOOMP: A very thick and short eggplant-shaped light golden brown turd, hard, lumpy, cracked and that stayed inside the water, was blocking a massive wave of very thick mustard colored muddy diarrhea, which in a few seconds covered the water and the submerged turd. The sight between my legs was heterogeneous with flat solid pieces of poop inside the huge pile of porridge like diarrhea of the same color, but the smell was extremely strong, horrible and unbearable, like a dead animal. The rest of the bowl had small splashes of this sticky diarrhea. I spent a few minutes having squelchy, bubbly, wet nasty farts accompanied by small waves of this same diarrhea until I was completely empty; the relief and happiness were enormous. I wiped several times and Mom dared to clean up the whole mess because she wanted to see why I had a stomach ache.
I remember Mom telling me that even though it smelled awful it didn't seem like virus because the diarrhea was very thick, like something I'd eaten hadn't agreed with me. And she was right, because after that I didn't have any more problems or feel the urge to poop. From there, we went to Ruth's grandparents' house for a while and then went back to spend the rest of the day, which by the way was perfect.
Sunday, March 22, 2026
DeSkonko
Habits
First, sorry to hear about your accident, Leah. I hope you have a speedy recovery.
As to myself, nothing much to report. Ever since my body's shift in..behavior(?) when it comes to drinking before bed and desperation when I wake up, I've been paying attention to if I drink anything within an hour before bed (as in I've been avoiding it). I've been successful at not drinking and I've not been waking up near ready to flood my pants. I did have to make an exception last night, though. Cottonmouth and dry throat, I was kinda forced to drink some water. I didn't wake up needing to pee real bad like I had expected, but I also didn't sleep the 10-12 hours I usually do; only 6 or 7 because work.
Taylor
Surprise poop
It happened again! I was out shopping and I really needed to pee so I stopped by the supermarket toilets. I took a stall and pulled down my leggings to my knees as I sat down and I could hear the woman next to me peeing. I joined in with a strong stream of my own and it wasn't long before I was empty and relieved. As I was pulling off some toilet paper I felt another sensation, I needed to poop! I leaned forward a little and gave a gentle push to get things moving and then I could relax into it as my log effortlessly came out. It fell into the bowl with a quiet splash and further pushing just produced a little wind. I reached between my legs to wipe with the tissue I took earlier and took a little more to wipe my behind before standing up. Sat in the bowl was a log about 4 inches long and an inch thick. I pulled up my leggings, flushed and left with a smile.
Taylor
Mina
One ray of true sunshine
Dear Katherine,
We were all happy to read about your ray of true sunshine. So there were a few people who WERE kind to you. That is very happy news! But of course it is not enough. Why Jennifer had to leave after being kind to you and making you better, temporarily?
Hisae starts new job next month. She will work at nursery. Most smallest children will wear nappies, of course, but little bit bigger children might wear usual children's clothes. Accidents will be happened sometimes. Hisae think about you Katherine, and she will give ray of true sunshine to children with accident. She will clean with gentle words, and also say kindly but firmly, "next time you feel you want to go loo, tell Chae sensei before it is too late. I will take you quickly to toilet!" HIsae says, she will think of Katherine every time.
We are happy your news of church and pull-ups. We hope that is help you to feel better. We will be happy if you give us news of your progress. Maho, she is Catholic, she sometimes say Ave Maria for you. "Please Maria sama, help Katherine to arrive at loo in time to do her wee!" Maho often say. And three crushes nod head. Even when Maho sitting on toilet, she pray to Maria for you!
Love to Everybody.
Chakamami Family
P.S. In Japan we often put "san" or "sama" after person's name. In a religion, usually "sama". And if it is children in education, we say "sensei" for teacher or monitor.
Thursday, March 19, 2026
Almost didn't make it to the loo this morning
BogBuster;
I was laid in bed with my wife just waking up, she was still asleep and facing the other way, I'm glad I woke up when I did as she did a lovely loud trump in her sleep PAARRRUMP. my stomach let out a loud groaning rumbling sound and I was starting to have bad cramping, I let out a huge grizzly trump under the duvet BRURURURURURUMPT but then I had to make a mad dash to the toilet because I was hit with an overwhelming urge to have a great big poo, we had had a massive meal from the chip shop the evening prior and now it was angrily hammering at my back door. I quickly pulled my boxers to my ankles and slammed my arse down on the bog. BRORORORORORORORORT it took no time to start oozing out and I settled down ready for a good relieving dump TSZZZZ NNGH ssssssssssZZZZZZZZZTSZTSZTSZTSZPLUNKTSZTSZTSZTSZPLUNKTSZTSZTSZTSZPLUNKTSSTSSTSSTSSTSPLOPPLOPPLOPPLOPPLUNK sigh I heard my wife coming out of the bedroom sounding disgusted, the incredibly bad smelling gasses I'd left under the covers must've caught up to her, not only was that bad I had let off another long fart in the hallway as I was sprinting to the loo, so there was a foul cloud all the way to the bathroom, I'm quite surprised that the paint wasn't peeling off the walls, it didn't smell brilliant in the loo either. She just hurried downstairs.
As for me I felt loads better, I let go of a really good wee to finish off. I had produced a huge pile of light brown logs in the bowl and they were a little bit greasy. it took me a while to get cleaned up and I cleaned the the bowl afterwards with the brush since there were a lot of marks. I joined my wife for breakfast, "morning love, I'm sorry about the smell upstairs, that chippy food did a number on me" "it's okay, hun. Did you at least air the bathroom out? As I may need to make a trip to the loo myself in a minute" "yeah but I would try and wait a good bit" we ate breakfast and I went upstairs to get ready for work as my wife finished her coffee. I was straightening my tie when my wife came upstairs and went to the toilet. BRRRRRRT it sounded like she really had to go and I heard a good SHLOOMPTH just as I was approaching the stairs to go down and she sprayed air freshener. I didnt see her come out as I had to go to work so I don't know if there was more but it sounded like she was having sweet relief from what I did hear.
I had to visit the men's room when I got to work as I was baking another one on the drive there, there were other men having a really good empty in the other stalls and a few peeing in the urinals, I unleashed a lovely long soft one as soon as I sat down TSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZSZSZSZSZSZTZZZSSSSssssssKerplunk and it only took a few wipes, I had to flush twice as it was quite a heavy big beast. I resumed my day feeling lighter.
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 8
19) - Friday, early December 2017, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, a national holiday, I was 9-yo. My great-aunt (66, may she rest in peace, my grandmother's sister and Amparo's mother), my grandma (57), my grandpa (60), Mom (32) and I went to spend the day at my aunt Amparo's (30) and Hector's (37) house. They lived relatively far from the small city in a nice apartment building, but with girls around my age living there (so my poop thing acted). Whenever we'd been there, I'd just not poop and waited until we got home, but that day (3-dayer), I don't know why my bowels were more full of shit than in other times and I couldn't hold it in. In hat occasion my poop felt completely compacted as if my intestines hadn't room for more shit.
Luckily, the bathrooms at my aunt's house had latches and I had an idea: if I could poop outside the toilet knowing that girls my age were nearby, like in story 12, why not put toilet paper on the floor to do it outside the toilet and try it now? The idea worked perfectly. After dessert, I had a strong urge, I went to the 2nd bathroom and locked the door. I spread toilet paper lengthwise in the small space between the bowl and the bathtub. I squatted and felt the enormous turd wanting to see the light, I pushed and it began to dilate my anus more and more accompanied by fetid smelling squeaky farts that hit me all over the face, what a stench. The monster slowly emerged, moving and dragging the paper until it was completely expelled, but it's end was left without paper and this part fell directly on the floor.
Fortunately, the poop was very clean, well-formed and did not stain the floor; a massive practically straight cucumber-shaped turd, it was hard, lumpy, made up of pebbles fused together, with a little mucus between the cracks and light milk-chocolate brown in color. After that I sat on the toilet and peed. I wiped my vagina and then my anus; it was clean. I picked up the poop with the paper, threw it in the toilet and cleaned the floor because the last part in direct contact left a little condensation from the hot shit on the floor. I felt the urge to poop again and repeated the process with a longer length of paper. The turd was exactly the same in texture, color and thickness, but shorter. I wiped my anus again and the toilet paper came out clean. The hole seemed visually narrower than the one in my toilets so I flushed and a swirling piece remained. I picked up the 2nd turd with the paper from the floor and threw it in the toilet. I flushed again and it was all gone. The poop was dry and more or less covered with paper, so it didn't leave any smears. I was immensely relieved, but the smell was unbearable, OMG… Not eggy, rancid and very putrid, like old manure. I washed my hands, sprayed air freshener and left. We had a magnificent day.
20) - Saturday, late March 2018, I was 9-yo. That morning, like many others a cute little boy (3) and baby Kenzie (8-mo) at Mom's care, Mom (33) and I were traveling from our small city to Ruth's grandparents' country house. We would stay there for a while and after that, the children, Mom and I would go to spend the day at our country property. Kenzie has always been and still is a beautiful little girl, as well as being kind and affectionate. She was like a little sister to me because we took care of her many times since she was a baby (she is the same little girl of my post titled "My Poop Thing and Past Experiences" page 3168). Her mother is a single mother and wasn't very well off financially, so she had to work hard and leave Kenzie with us on numerous occasions. As you know, I'm quite anatomist and Kenzie looks a lot like Mackenzie Fitzgerald from the movie "Where the Heart Is", which is why I've given her that name here. In fact, her mother gave us a precious framed portrait of her when she was 4, and one day that movie was on TV. Mom said "Look who's on TV" and we both laughed for a while. We told the girl's mother Pilar about it; she was surprised and found it funny.
That morning when I woke up I had a small urgency (few-dayer), but I decided to hold it in since the plan was to 1st go to Ruth's grandparents' country house, play with her for a while and then, when the children, Mom and I arrive at our country property, let out my huge shit. But on the way from our small city suddenly I got a terrible stomach ache. Although the pressure on my anus was bearable, the pain was so intense that my body almost involuntarily begged to expel it. I felt how a huge hard piece was blocking all the soft stool and gas.
I told Mom and as usual, she justly started to get angry, but she didn't get to the point of being angry because in a few seconds she sensed it was true and heard the rumbling of my intestines: "Hold on my child, hold on darling, you'll let all the poop out now". Since we were already approaching our rural area, she asked me if I wanted her to stop the car so I could poop and I was tempted because I was almost crying from the pain, but I wanted to do it in the toilet. We entered, Mom quickly closed the external gate of the property and drove the car onto the back porch, right up to the back entrance of our house, so that the main bathroom was about 6 meters from the car and closer than if you enter by the main door. The happiness of sitting on my bowl was immense…
As soon as my buttocks touched the seat, I pushed very hard and felt how the thick turd opened my anus very wide and very quickly accompanied by squeaking sounds (it hurt), 1 second later the huge shit explosion BLOOOLOOOMP: A very thick and short eggplant-shaped light golden brown turd, hard, lumpy, cracked and that stayed inside the water, was blocking a massive wave of very thick mustard colored muddy diarrhea, which in a few seconds covered the water and the submerged turd. The sight between my legs was heterogeneous with flat solid pieces of poop inside the huge pile of porridge like diarrhea of the same color, but the smell was extremely strong, horrible and unbearable, like a dead animal. The rest of the bowl had small splashes of this sticky diarrhea. I spent a few minutes having squelchy, bubbly, wet nasty farts accompanied by small waves of this same diarrhea until I was completely empty; the relief and happiness were enormous. I wiped several times and Mom dared to clean up the whole mess because she wanted to see why I had a stomach ache.
I remember Mom telling me that even though it smelled awful it didn't seem like virus because the diarrhea was very thick, like something I'd eaten hadn't agreed with me. And she was right, because after that I didn't have any more problems or feel the urge to poop. From there, we went to Ruth's grandparents' house for a while and then went back to spend the rest of the day, which by the way was perfect.
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 7
Hi everyone. I've been really busy lately, since in 2 months I'll finish classes, prepare for university entrance exams, plus babysitting, etc. Since I haven't had any unusual/interesting bowel movements, I'm writing down my past stories. Many times when I've read your posts, you've had a story from the past to tell and you'd write "I'll tell it later" or "in the next post" or "in the future" and sometimes it never came to pass (I've always been left wanting to read them). So I've decided to make an extra effort and find the time to tell you mine. But the lack of time and plus typing fast causes mistakes; Sometimes when I type, I write letters that don't belong or simply don't register, also often the translator doesn't capture the true meaning of what I want to express and I have to correct it. While I'm doing that, I get an idea for another sentence and the previous writing remains unfinished. My aim is always to tell you my experiences as accurately and in detail as possible just as they occurred (always preserving anonymity) in as few words as possible, and it annoys me when mistakes appear. I always proofread the posts, but I'm not infallible like any human. Here is the list of errors I've noted down now and in some of my past posts, so that if you read or I write about my poops affected by these errors the details will be clear:
- A mix of American and British English. Since the translator doesn't seem to be doing it correctly, I hope to one day master the language so I can correct it myself.
- Confusing AM with PM. The time system here in Spain is quite different: 10:00 is 10 AM. 22:00 is 10 PM. So it's easy to get them mixed up while writing fast. Obviously, -lunch at 2 AM- isn't correct, it's 2 PM. Or -in the morning at 10 PM-, no, it's 10 AM. So sorry about that.
- Repeat phrases already written: I was 8-yo, a week after my diarrhea, I was 8-yo.
- Past reply to Radu and Thunder: My first period wasn't at 11 years and 3 months. It was at 12 years and 3 months.
- Past poop 16: The boy who saw me pooping isn't "7 months younger than me". This is incomplete and therefore incorrect. He's "27 days and 10 month younger than me", almost 11 month younger.
17) - CONTINUATION. A little while later, I got a stomach ache and another urge to poop. I was a bit embarrassed about "the trouble" I'd caused Hector, but the situation was still perfect with no other boats in sight, my stomach hurt and I had to take care of my bodily needs (it wasn't diarrhea-type pain, it was more like: go to the bathroom, you have a urgent poop and your body needs to get rid of it). I went straight to them and told them my stomach hurt and I had to poop again. Hector laughed a little and told me to go, that it was no big deal and my aunt encouraged me to go, that on top of being with them because they wanted me to be, I should get sick from holding it in…
I sat back down on the toilet (the previous smell had disappeared). I felt a thick but mobile turd, pushed and almost effortless in less than a second I shot out a thick, long, cucumber-shaped turd accompanied by a loud squeaking gas. It caused a faint but wide yellowish smear. I pushed again and didn't release any more poop; I was completely empty. The turd was smooth but cracked, with a slightly slimy surface (like it was greased), well-formed, gelatinous but clean and not sticky, with a light golden brown color. The air reeked of shit again, just as intense as before, not eggy, rancid and very putrid, with ammoniacal undertones but fresher. The relief was enormous and with just 2 wipes my ass was clean. Again I alerted Hector and the poop was a lot easier to drain than the previous one. The turd was narrower than the previous one and roughly the width of the drain hole. We had a wonderful weekend and I didn't feel like pooping anymore.
18) - Saturday, mid of October 2017, I was 9-yo. At that age, I already had a good planification of my poops: That weekend we left the country property to Lara's in-laws (Mom's best friend, after Aunt Amparo). They had a commitment that Lara didn't want to attend due to personal reasons, so she would be staying at the property from early morning looking after her little nephews. The day before, I felt the urge to poop (few-dayer), but it wasn't strong, and since I knew that we had to go to Ruth's grandparents' country house that morning and that only Lara and her nephews would be there (no girls my age), I told my mother to take me to our country house to poop.
That morning, Mom and I left late from the small city heading towards Ruth's grandparents' house. On the way, my minor urge to go turned into a big one. Although my stomach didn't hurt much, I could feel the pressure of my poop and was rather soft. As soon as we turned off the main road and onto the secondary track, I told my mother I needed to go, and she said I could do it once we got to Ruth's grandparents' house. I told her I couldn't hold it, that it was an emergency (which wasn't totally true) and asked if she could drop me off at our country house. She changed direction (the tracks are different) and got angry with me, saying I always do the same thing, always go when she's in the biggest hurry, asking why I don't just go before we leave or hold it until we get somewhere... And she was right; whenever we weren't going to our country house but were passing nearby, I would ask my mother if she could take me there to poop.
She dropped me off at the external gate of our property and told me she was in a hurry, that she wouldn't wait for me to finish pooping, to see what she'd tell Ruth who was waiting for me and that she'd come back for me in 2 hours. Although it wasn't an emergency, the urge was very strong and more important to me than playing with Ruth. Besides, I've always liked taking care of children and I would have stayed playing with them and helping Lara with whatever she let me. Mom waited until she saw Lara come out to the door of our house to greet me. As soon as I got to the door, Lara (36) with her baby niece in her arms was overjoyed and greeted me. I asked her who she was with and she replied that she was alone with her 2 nieces and nephew; so cute, they were adorable and I melted: the babygirl in her arms named Rebeca (10-mo), her older brother Vicente (3-yo) and their toddlergirl cousin Sofia (19-mo). Since the situation was perfect, I told Lara I was going to the bathroom and she told me to go. I exploded in the main bathroom...
As soon as I sat down, I relaxed my sphincter and effortlessly mushy/porridge like poop started coming out. I immediately felt a thick piece dilating my anus very wide, I pushed and the piece shot out followed by a huge wave of mushy/porridge with a loud squelchy sound, all in about 5 seconds. The back wall of the toilet was a mess: a huge, elongated pile of soft, mushy/porridge-like, mustard-colored poop with a short and very thick, smooth but sufarce dried and cracked, light golden brown well formed turd trapped, sinking in and merging with the pile. I was very happy and the relief was inmense but the bathroom reeked strongly of fresh shit, not eggy, putrid and very rancid. After this, I spent a few minutes passing small bits of very soft shit until I was completely empty. I did my cleaning routine and I stayed with Lara and the little ones until Mom came to pick me up.
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