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Alexander the Pretty Good

Reply to Kate B.

Hi Kate B.

My former spouse dealt with a similar issue. Apparently in Europe and France in particular, women postpartum are recommended physical therapy for pelvic floor muscles. She said it has made a huge difference.


Pooped my pants while helping move patio furniture

I'll make this one quick. Someone was coming by our house to pick up some patio furniture that my housemate was selling on Marketplace. I'd been needing to poop, but wanted to hold off until after this person had come by.
She shows up around noon, and I offer to help her move some of the chairs to her truck. I'm on the verge of pooping myself at this point, and as I'm moving the last chairs I can't help it and feel a log start to slide out into my jeans. I try and pinch it off but it's already started, and as I put the chair in the back of her truck I can feel my underwear expand with a fairly heavy load of poop. I'm chatting to this lady while filling my pants, trying to stand a little downwind from her as she's paying me.
We make a bit of chit chat, and I can smell my poop in the air, but she didn't say anything. She gets in her truck and I waddle inside to the bathroom to clean up. Luckily the mess was contained. I dumped out the load and hopped in the shower, and was able to save my briefs.

Accidents happen, but hey, I don't know if she noticed :)


Tricky

Unwanted intrusion at an outhouse

This is a story from when I was 17. It was the end of summer, perhaps a week before my senior year in high school began. I was staying the night at a state park. Earlier in the day, two beautiful girls of roughly 3 years younger than me noticed me and smiled. I didn't look my age and could have passed for 13 or 14 at the time. They were both blonde and white. I heard one of them say "Oh my God! That boy is so cute!" They both smiled at me. I felt flattered. I acknowledged them and continued on my way, hiking down a trail, but I felt that they were a bit too young for me to date given the age difference(even though I was underdeveloped and small for my age).

I stopped at a restroom to urinate. It was an outhouse without plumbing, with a urinal trough and three open vault toilets arranged on one wall, all in a row, no privacy. There was a brown-haired white boy of about 13 wearing a white t-shirt and gray athletic shorts sitting on the first toilet. He didn't appear to have any shame as he sat there holding his private downward, with his pants all the way down to his shoes, showing off his hairless butt and legs to everyone ho ventured in there. As I stood at the trough peeing, I could hear *THUP* *THUP* noises as the boy's poop hit the bottom of the vault perhaps 10-20 feet below him. It was also the only restroom I saw at this park. I dreaded the prospect of having to poop here later, afraid someone would walk in, but knew that the time would eventually come. I resolved to try to find a better place, and if not successful, hold it as long as I could.

As I finished up, I could see out of the corner of my eye the boy wiping his butt. It was gross and awkward, but he didn't seem to care. Two middle-aged men walked into the restroom as he sat there wiping. There was no sink to wash my hands and I felt kind of gross about it.

Eventually, a few hours later, I had to poop. It wasn't an emergency, so I decided to find a different restroom that offered more privacy, if there was one. I walked around the state park, and found a facility identical to the one I was just in. There were two men standing next to each other peeing, and I'd have had to take a seat completely in the open with them in the room. That would not do. I continued looking for another hour or so walking around the camp site, and eventually found a single-occupant outhouse. By now, the turtle's had was knocking on my back door, wanting out. It was a unisex restroom with a sign indicating such. I thought to myself that this was the best I was going to get, and entered.

The outhouse was small and had a sliding door with a frosted glass window on the upper half, left open. There was a sign on the door that said "Please knock when door is closed before entering." I found that frosted glass window awkward, but fortunately, there was a switch for the light inside the building, and I kept it off, in order that no one from outside could see me at all, and get my much needed privacy. That turned out to be a mistake. The toilet I sat on was facing the door and I faced the door as I sat. I could see light from outside filter through the stained glass as I sat there.

It was a fairly big poop. I remember it being difficult and required lots of pushing, the result of me not going right away when the urge came. I could feel it exerting force on the back of the toilet, as I sat there bent over trying to make it easier to come out. I was probably in there for 15 minutes or so, pushing this log out millimeter by painful millimeter, and it finally dropped to the ground below.

*THUD*

The sound was loud and would have been very awkward if others were in the room. I was satisfied that I didn't have to do this in view of other people coming into and out of the restroom, who'd have seen me struggle.

I had quite a mess to clean up. I was sitting there wiping thick smears of poop off of my butt when to my surprise the door quickly and unexpectedly slid open.

The two girls I saw earlier were standing there in front of me, as I sat there facing the door like a fool with my pants all the way down, butt slightly elevated off the toilet, nothing to cover my privates, and with my right hand holding the toilet paper that I was wiping my butt with. One of them put her hand over her mouth in shock, and the other said "Oh shit!" The girl who opened the door quickly slammed it shut.

I heard them argue.

"That was inconsiderate! The sign on the door says to knock!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't see it."

"You embarrassed him!"

"I didn't think anyone was in there because there's a light that comes on!"

She wasn't wrong about me being embarrassed. I was mortified. While this wasn't the first time a girl saw me on the toilet(I recall a time when I was 15 where a 20-something female gas station clerk opened the door on me, on page 2953, "First time getting walked in on at a public bathroom"), I didn't like people seeing me in this state. To make matters worse, they saw me during the most awkward part of my toilet visit, which was while I was wiping.

I finished up, pulled my pants up, and looked into the toilet. My deposit smeared itself a trail all over the back of the toilet underneath the seat as it slid down. It looked gnarly, but at least no one's butt would touch it if they sat down, because it started a few inches below. When I bent over to ease pushing it out, it must have come straight out and the tip must have smeared itself on the way down before it dropped out of my ass. I slid the door open.

The two were still standing there patiently waiting their turn. The one who opened the door on me said "I'm so sorry about that!" I could barely bring myself to look at them, even though they were very pretty girls. I felt a knot in my now-emptied insides at the events that just transpired. The other smiled at me as she walked in and slid the door shut. They probably saw my junk, which was embarrassing enough, but worse, they saw me wiping my butt and knew that I just pooped in there. And there was no sink to wash my hands in. I said nothing to them as I saw the light come on, and a faint light-gray silhouette contrasting with the yellow incandescent lighting of the girl standing near the toilet, lowering her pants, and sitting down. I walked back to my camp site, the only consolation being I never saw either of them again. Had I known that would have happened, I'd have simply used either of the other restrooms and braved whoever walked in.

I used the trough in the first bathroom to pee multiple times while I was still there. Just before leaving, I decided to pee again, and all three vault toilets were occupied by what looked to be student athletes from a different high school. They talked about their upcoming cross-country run as I heard poop splattering the vault below. I envied their lack of inhibition. Even though I used a toilet lacking privacy at a barracks latrine the prior year(Se "Semper Fi", page 2955), I still wasn't comfortable with that kind of arrangement. But it still would have been preferable to two cute girls seeing me wiping my butt.


Annie

Did a HUGE poop a few minutes ago

Got up this morning, grabbed my Walmart bag (with my notebook, pen, toilet paper etc in it), took my bedroom flip flops off, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, went pee, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had bananas, onions I think, noodles, rice, chili peppers and an egg for breakfast. By the time I was done breakfast I was full and I took my medications afterwards. My caregiver came out of her room in the middle of breakfast to check on me and the kitchen (she's like that) and I told her that breakfast is good and thank you. A few minutes ago I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom.

Turned on the light, closed the door, put the Walmart bag on the floor, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first quite a bit then pushed out a huge solid poop that seemed to keep coming. Damn. Finally the last of it came out and I flushed the toilet to make sure all was okay. Yup. No problem. Reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper, took the last of it (there was some but not tons on the roll), put the empty roll into the Walmart bag, put it on the floor and wiped my front first then wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed the toilet. Stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and took the hand sanitizer out of the Walmart bag and washed my hands with it. Phew. That was one major shit that was much needed. I'm not 100% empty yet but hopefully lunch and dinner will push everything else out. I went upstairs and washed my hands in the kitchen sink (habit), put the empty toilet paper roll on the counter (where she wants recycling to go) and let my caregiver know I was out of toilet paper. She told me nicely she will give me some later. I thanked her. Dried my hands on the towel in the kitchen (used for the dishes) and went back downstairs. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy. Please enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Anonymous from Ottawa

Bizarre changing facilities at public beach

I am not somebody who spends much time at beaches. I don't like sand, I don't like swimming in cold water, and I don't like slimy things.

When I was around 11 years old, I had to go to day camp in the summer. And the day's agenda usually included spending several hours at one of the city's inland river beaches. Fine, whatever. I would usually keep my shoes on and stay out of the water. But the counsellors insisted that we all change into our bathing gear anyway.

The changing rooms at any water facility in my experience are always wet and dirty (with sand, hair, and mystery slime) and I therefore always had to sacrifice a towel to wipe my feet on because I won't abide trying to put socks on over wet and dirty feet. I hate changing rooms.

There was one particular city beach (Westboro beach) with a bizarre layout. A concrete building housed a kitchen as well as the boys' facilities. When you entered, one path led to the "changing room", and the other path led to the "bathroom".

The "bathroom" was a just a small public bathroom with a tiled floors and a few toilet cubicles (normal sized, no benches) and showers in the open. The "changing room" was clearly just a storage room they were pretending was a changing room. It was a large, round, concrete room with high ceilings. There were a few changing stalls scattered around the perimeter. It was poorly lit and the floor was rough and dirty. Most of the room was actively being used to store random supplies (lifeguard towers, signage, etc.) and garbage from the restaurant. And it smelled like garbage.

It was baffling that they even bothered to designate this as a "changing room". I guess the bathroom was too small to make it a proper changing room.

When our camp group would arrive at the beach, the other 15 or so boys would rush into the small bathroom and get changed. However, in my case, changing in the bathroom would only serve to get my feet dirty for no reason, because I had no intention of going swimming or otherwise barefoot outside. So I went to the changing room. I went into a stall and sat down on the bench, next to a garbage bag (who knows why that was there). Shoes and pants off, bathing suit on, shoes back on, and done.

I went back into the hallway and headed for the bathroom because I needed to pee. And just then, the head counsellor came out of the bathroom and harassed me about going into the bathroom with my shoes on because "we're changing in there". Which made no sense because that's not an actual facility rule and so people have been wearing their shoes in there all day (which is half of the reason why I won't go in there barefoot!). I think he was just looking for an excuse to yell at me (I was a handful at that age and had generally been sassy to him all week, to be fair). In any case, there was no way I was going to get my feet dirty after getting changed. So I just said "whatever" and walked out of the building.

I spent the next hour wandering around the beach to pass the time. Eventually I really had to pee, and I didn't want to walk back inside the building in case the counsellor yelled at me again, so I found a spot in the copse of trees next to the beach and watered a tree with my pee. I always really liked peeing outside and would look for any excuse to do it. At least, when I could overcome my paranoia of getting caught. Ironically, the best time to take risks like that was probably as a kid.

-- Anonymous, 27 years old, Ottawa


Thunder

My cruise

I have just returned from a short cruise and boarded the ship, making certain had my laxatives with me, so constipated I was. Arrived on deck and had a few drinks and went to my cabin with had a balcony. And watch the ship slowly leave the harbour. I got the urge and sat on the toilet and everything came out so quickly and easily and so voluminous. I'm wiping my bottom. It was also oily, so I took a bit of paper. I looked in front and there was a reflective shower screen. I could see myself sitting on the throne. I did not close the bathroom door, so where I was seated, I look out upon the harbour.
Salon for couple of days and I went into the men's toilet, and into another couple of fellas came in who were complaining about unisex toilets, and how bad they were.. I had a seat on the toilet with a grin on my face. Then I hear a woman's voice coming in. She was a cleaner as I was wiping at the end, I flushed and walked out , she was very attractive and I wish to each other a good day, and I thanked her for a service and then she went straight into my cubicle to make certain it was clean. She would've got a good sniff of what I produced.
The next story was, there was a unisex toilet on the deck near the bow of the ship and I went in there and it had wall-to-wall glass. Talk about a loo with a view! The seagulls and whales would be able to see you sitting on the throne, how embarrassing????
The story does not stop there. I went into another year sex toilet and drop some very hard rocks as I finished was coming out, the young attractive lady with limited English, asked if she could use the toilet which I replied in the affirmative. She would've got a nice warm seat anyway.
Thunder.


Anonymous

Peeing in the snow

Sometimes I'm a victim of my own poor time awareness, it seems. I was visiting my parents' house the other day. After dinner, I knew I had to pick up my husband from a late shift in a few hours, so I was catching up on some work until then.

A few hours later I looked at the clock and realized I was late. I had to rush out of there. But I didn't realize until after I had put on all my winter gear that I really had to pee.

I weighed my options. I could get undressed again and go upstairs to the bathroom, but that would waste at least 5 minutes and I was already late. And while I do have a strong bladder, I knew that the next half hour in the car would be very uncomfortable at best. But I decided to grin and bear it and headed out the door.

It was dark out by this time, and the ground was covered in snow from that morning's storm. Walking to my car, I eyed the snow pile in the driveway against the wall between my car and the house. My mind was already automatically determining that it was dark enough that the neighbours probably couldn't see me clearly from their windows, weighing the risk of being caught against the relief I could obtain right now, and somehow I made the decision to pee in the driveway before leaving.

I walked a few steps and faced the snow pile. Without looking down I slowly unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out. And still without looking or aiming, I started peeing. I just looked straight ahead with my hands in my pockets because I didn't want my posture to betray my activity.

While standing there, only seeing the wall in front of me, I could feel the pleasantly relieving sensations of liquid flowing and my bladder emptying. I could hear my urine melting the snow and ice and creating new paths through the icy structure. A few seconds later, I saw steam enter my field of view and, even in the freezing temperatures, I could smell the familiar odor.

My ears were alert for passers-by on the sidewalk, though there was hardly anything I could do if someone did walk by other than try to remain still and uninteresting. I resisted the urge to turn my head and look around because I knew that would be counterproductive, or to check that I wasn't dribbling on my boots or pants. I just had to trust it blindly. The relief was worth it, anyway.

It went on for what felt like far too long, but it also felt very good. When my stream weakened, I turned my hips to avoid dripping on myself. I squirted out as much as I could with my muscles and then tucked my penis back into my fly.

When I was finally done, I got in my car and I turned on the headlights. I could see that my pee was quite clearly visible in the packed snow pile, spreading out in a vertical branching pattern beneath the icy layer. I briefly considered getting out and churning the snow to hide it, but I was in a hurry so I didn't.

I was quite childishly pleased with myself for some reason. It's fun to mark nature I guess. I did worry for the next couple of days that my parents would notice the yellow snow in the driveway, but if they did, they never said anything.

-- Anonymous, 27 years old, Ottawa


J.

Reply to Mary (modesty peeing)

Thank you for the quick response. My friend who we will call Ruth (she did not want her real name used), actually my best friend of over a decade, has told me some things about it, although I have never seen her actually do it.

She said that it's far easier to do in skirts (can you confirm this?) and that when she's in doubt over whether a bathroom will be available, she wears a skirt or dress. She further stated that this is a skill women need to practice to avoid unnecessary exposure.

A story she has was when she was walking home from her friend's house in a residential area five years ago, when she was still in junior college. She really had to pee and there was no bathroom around, so she found a spot on the grass between the sidewalk and the street. She squat down (to avoid showing the stream), letting her skirt fall behind her, and let go in her underwear. When she was done, she shook off and went on her way.

Have you, personally, ever done something like that out of necessity?


Annie

Dumbass walked in on me when I was using the toilet

I had to get up earlier this morning for a medical appointment (yippee not) so I got up, got dressed, made sure my health card and hospital card were in my purse, went to the washroom, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had bananas (chopped up) in a spicy soup or chili pepper water, had spicy seafood. After breakfast I took my 9 AM medications and took my water jar and went downstairs for a bit. Around 9:50 I grabbed my winter jacket, purse and went upstairs to get ready for my ride. My ride came soon afterwards (after getting ready) and it took a while to get there because of the traffic (yippee not). Finally we got to the hospital and before my appointment I needed the washroom so I let the lady I was with know (a nurse or someone who works in the hospital and also keeps in touch with my worker. It's difficult to explain). So I carefully went to the washroom (remember I have balance issues because of my brain and medications for seizures, went to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Immediately started peeing a lot and in the middle of it someone opened the door! No knock! WTF? I stopped my pee mid stream and stared at him both angry and embarrassed. He didn't apologize or anything just stared then closed the door. Talk about a huge embarrassment and invasion of privacy! I relaxed and let out the rest of the pee (there was a lot), wiped when I was done, tossed the toilet paper into the garbage can (hospital bathroom said to. There's a sign on the wall saying don't flush toilet paper), stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and flushed the toilet. Washed my hands, dried them with paper towels and left the washroom. I let the nurse who was with me know and she was shocked too. It should be common sense not to walk into a room without knocking. Some people man. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)

Dear Annie

Thank you for kind words! We answer your question. Our loos in both flats are the sitting down type. We rarely use a squat type, but Maho was often constipate before, so she took off socks and climb onto loo and squat. Of course we can see everything, she squat long time and many many turds go PLUNK into loo (Mina learn this word from Princess Toadstool Peach maybe, thank you Princess for teach Mina many onomatopoeia). Mina want to draw, Mina like drawing, but Mina promise Maho she never draw (Maho also like to draw, so...).

Still sometimes we squat, when we use potties instead of loo. We are accustomed to squat because when we were girls, loos in our school were squat type, and Chae did motion in school loo most days. Kazu also sometimes, and she squat more longer time than Chae, so she is accustomed squat, we all are accustomed.

Thank you, we are healthy very much. Touch the wood. We have huge appetite and our motions are unbelievable size. Tomorrow is Saturday, we have lots time, after a breakfast we will sit on beige loo very long time and drop enormous number of huge turds. We are looking forward!!

We hope you have wonderful time in loo always and drop many many enormous turds just like us.

Love to Everyone.

Chakamami

P.S. To Vol-san: Mina forgot to write, our loo time include time to wash our bottom. Because in Japan many loo have shower, it spray water to bottom and also to yoni after we wee. But now toilet shower usually don't have dry function with hot air like before, so we have to dry with paper, it is a big pleasure to dry crush's bottom after she wash so we dry for long time until our crush moan because she is ecstasy. Our motion time 10 ~ 15 minutes but with drying time, close to 20!


Steve A

Radu & Vol Surveys

Vol's Survey

1. How long does it take you to poop?

It usually depends for me, even though I don't have any issues going whenever I have to go, but from the time I sit down to when I finish up wiping, I'd say it ranges between 10-15 minutes, sometimes longer if I haven't gone in a couple days or so...

2. How much do you go when you poop?

It usually depends on how much and what types of food I eat per day, how often I go per day, and if I skip a day or more (my record is around 4-5 days without going from what I remember) but it varies for me...

3. Describe what your typical poop looks like.

I either have a single log that's between 8-12 inches long or slightly longer, along with some soft serve after my log (which only happens sometimes) even though this doesn't happen to me as often as I'd like it to...

It can also be just a pile of soft serve as well...

4. If you have to poop away from home is it more important that the bathroom is clean or private?

Bathroom cleanliness will always be more important to me than privacy, even though I haven't used a bathroom without stall doors or toilets out in the open (yet)

5. Is pooping something you look forward to, something you dread, or just part of your day?

I always look forward to pooping, since it makes me satisfied that my body is working properly... which means that I'm drinking enough water along with eating healthy and adding just enough fiber to my diet...

6. What's your favorite place to poop other than your own home?

I don't have a favorite place to poop besides pooping at home, even though I don't mind pooping in public if I have to go whenever I'm out and about or at work...

7. What's more embarrassing, poop smells or poop sounds?

I'd say sounds are more embarrassing since the smell will always happen, especially if any public restroom stalls are mostly or all in use...

8. Tell me a little about your last poop.

My 2 poops today were on the softer side, no foot long logs or anything, but I've been recently inconsistent as of last week, skipping a day or two (or three) instead of going everyday, which means that I've been making more of an effort to eat well balanced meals everyday while adding just enough fiber to my diet so that I don't end up constipated or irregular beyond 3-4 days...

9. Anything else you'd like to add?

N/A

Radu's Survey

1. How often do you clog the toilet with your poop?

I don't have any issues clogging toilets, even though it may go down a little slower if I haven't gone in a couple days (with TP) but when I used to clog toilets, it was a mixture of my poop, TP, and a slightly weaker flush (depending on which 4 toilets I used in our house) even though using a plunger was an easy fix for us...

2. Have you ever clogged a friend's or family member's toilet with poop?

I have before, but using a plunger was all it needed for it to unclog...

3. Have you ever had someone discover that you clogged your toilet? What was his and your reaction to this?

It usually depended on if they heard any of us plunging or if any of our family members heard what happened, but they were never upset with any of us, while sometimes asking us to do flush before we wiped...

4. Have you ever clogged the toilet at work or school and someone found it out? What was the reaction of your friends/co-workers to this?

I've never clogged any pubic toilets, since a majority of them have stronger flushing power than toilets at our house...

5. Has anyone ever been impressed by the size of your poop? What was his reaction?

I posted a story on here awhile back (during my high school years) on page 2381 about pooping before gym class... a majority of my high school peer's reactions were surprised and impressed...

6. Have you ever been proud of clogging a toilet?

I don't recall ever being proud of clogging toilets before, just because it was extra work for me to deal with after pooping...

7. Is there anyone in the world whose toilet you would like to clog? Who?

I'm not sure if I would clog anyone's toilet on purpose, even though a younger version of me (during my teenage and college years would've been open to the idea)


Radu

Question for Gemma

My question relates to your stay in the hotel room with Jess. You were both pooping after a very long time. Haven't you clogged the toilet?


Princess Toadstool Peach:

Answers to Petro's questions.

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am asking Petro's questions

1. As you were a young child, was it usually difficult or easy for you to make poopoo? Sometimes easy sometimes hard. Had you to strain a lot for pushing your poopoo out? Not much no.
2. Did you usually fart at those times before you started pooping? Oh yeah like a lot.
3. As you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for making poopoo at those times, had you to push a lot, before something came out, or everything fell out at once? Everything did come out.
4. As you were a young child, did you always poop by yourself? Oh yeah. Did you ever use enema or suppositories at those times? No I didn't. Also what is a suppositories?
5. As you were a young child, did you usually poop as you felt you had to do it? Yep. Did you ever sit down on your potty chair/on the toilet and try to poop without having an urge for it? Yest Were you be able to poop in that case? Totally.
6. As you were a young child, had you ever a situation as you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for poopoo and started pushing, but couldn't push your poopoo out? And had you situations as you had to push for a long time during pooping? If you had such situations, was it pleasant or unpleasant for you? Very pleasant thanks.
7. Did you like pooping as you were a young child? If you had to push a big poo out, did you take it for good? Oh yeah I love pooing.
8. If you pushed a big poo out, were you proud of it? Yep! Did you use to show it to your mom/dad in such cases? I never knew my parents I shown my servants instead.
9. To what age did you poop on your potty chair? 2 in a half. How old were you as you began to poop on the toilet? 5 years old.
10. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo in the presence of your mom? If you did, was it often? Or sometimes? No! And if you did it in her presence, did she often comment your pooping? My servants sure did! Did she ever encourage you by doing it, if she saw it was difficult for you? No.
11. To what age did you poop in the presence of your mom/dad? My servants you mean. About 4 I forget.
12. As you were a young child, did you ever see your mom pooping? If you did, did you comment her pooping somehow in such cases? And did you ever poop together with her (that's to say, do a teamwork!)? No. But I did ask my garden maid is she weeing.
13. As you were a young child, did you ever try to make a poo after peeing? Oh yes.
14. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo every day or more rarely? Oh yes like a lot.
15. As you were a young child, did you poo at some certain time of the day or was it at different times as a rule? I poo and wee every morning when I get up, when I have a shower or going to bed.
16. As you were a rather young child, did you usually poop as you felt an urge for it? Yep. Or were you more often put on your potty chair/on the toilet and told to try making a poo? No I know exactly what to do.
17. As you were a young child, did you ever make your poopoo with your siblings (if you had them) or with somebody of your age? I did with my best friend Rosalina.
18. Did you ever poop outdoors at those times? Oh yes I love that feeling.
19. Do you remember any poop story from those times, as you were a young child? If you do, could you tell it? Perhaps sometime later this year. I already told such one just on Christmas on the page 3043, if you noticed.
20. May I ask you some questions about the pooping of Baby Peach next time you wrote on the page 3045 about? Maybe.
And I'd also like to ask you one more question which is not related to your childhood. You wrote a few days ago you had to use enema because you couldn't poo in spite of your trying. And did you already use it during the last months/years? I was said not to use it all the time.

Thanks for your questions bye bye now!


Sunday, February 18, 2024


Steve A

To Tricky (Pooping at someone else's house)

Even though I haven't met the right one (dating wise) yet, I've pooped at a former friend's place when I was younger, it happened when we were both hanging out for part of the day.

She didn't seem to mind, even though she was one of those girls that wasn't uptight about going to the bathroom when needed, no matter where she was at.

On an extra note, I've seen some videos (on social media platforms) about people asking random strangers how they felt about using the bathroom at their place during a date/hangout or at someone else's place, and a majority of people didn't seem to mind going to the bathroom whenever they had to.

I don't recall ever having an issue going to the bathroom away from home, even though I've known some girls (during my schooling days) (stereotypically) "holding it" until they got home from school...


Reaching is wrong!

At my school for this semester our principals have put the privacy doors back on most of the cubicles in most of the bathrooms. They were previously removed due to vaping, something called loitering, and a couple of other types of missuses. It didn't help that the daughter of our superintendent got suspended for POVP, possession of a vape product. But here's the problem. The latches have been taken off each door. Also there is a inch long hole in each door where the latch cylinder was. This is bad, especially so when I'm seated for a crap. I have to practically sit right over the front of the seat, hold my dress up with one hand, while holding the door shut with the other. Sometimes I'm in pain when I give up and wipe even though I feel like I've only half unloaded. During passing periods and lunch hour I don't dare do my usual wipe from the seat. Now I stand shoulder against the door. My wipes have never been perfect, but the stains in my undies are getting worse. Also, the fronts of some of the seats are getting more messy than previously.
The reaching to maintain our privacy is getting out of hand.


Princess Toadstool Peach

My reply to Emily

Hey there everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach. And today I am replying to Emily's comment she left me. No I haven't heard of splinting but I think my friend Rosalina. But tune in next time the next part when I have to babysit and potty train Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina. Hopefully they will do so! And also keep a eye on more places I urinate and defecate in. Till then bye bye now!


Emma two

Blew up the toilet at work

After being constipated for three days I decided to run to work this morning as that usually gets my bowels moving nicely. Well it worked. Big time. About half way I got a cramp in my stomach and I knew I was going to be having a really good clearout when I got to work. The only problem was I had to get to work without having an accident in my knickers. I really had to go so bad and it was hard to keep it in. My bowels were screaming at me to be relieved and I was sweating from the effort of holding it. By the time I got to work I was so desperate I thought I was going to poo myself any second and I ran to the toilets holding my bottom making it obvious I had to poo really badly. I made it into a cubicle and slammed the door shut and locked it. I then pulled my jeans and knickers down together and threw myself onto the toilet seat and relaxed. It came out quickly and it felt so good after three days of not being able to go. I looked in the toilet and it looked like a muddy battle field. I wiped myself and pulled up my knickers and jeans and flushed the toilet. It mostly cleared but there were so bits of poo left in the water so I flushed it again. I left quickly as I felt embarrassed but to be honest it was obvious to anyone who saw me that I'd totally blown up the toilet with my huge load.


Annie

HUGE satisfying poop about half an hour after breakfast

Good morning. Got up this morning, grabbed my Walmart bag, took off my bedroom flip flops, stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on, went pee, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had runny spicy oatmeal with chili seasoning and bananas. Took a while to eat then after breakfast I took my medications, went downstairs (my caregiver was in her room otherwise I would have said thank you again). Spent time surfing the net on my phone until a few minutes ago when I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, put those flip flops on outside my door, closed the door, turned off the light and walked carefully to the washroom while keeping my butt muscles clenched. This wasn't going to be small. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled down my dark sweatpants and black underwear and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a huge poop that seemed to keep coming. Finally I was done. Whew. What a relief. I didn't have any toilet paper (yuck) so I stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. WOW! A big long poop was in the toilet and it was bent over itself (maybe it broke when it came out). Either way very big. I think breakfast pushed all that out. Flushed the toilet and everything went down. Sayonara turd! Grabbed my Walmart bag, went upstairs, washed my hands (since downstairs has no soap either) and opened the toilet paper drawer to look for toilet paper. At that point my caregiver came out of her room asking what I'm looking for and I explained that I have no toilet paper. She went into her room and came back with a roll of toilet paper for me (she explained she doesn't keep things like that in her bathroom, only if people need it). I thanked her, went downstairs with the toilet paper and wiped well (and flushed) in the washroom. Had to use hand sanitizer from my Walmart bag to wash my hands though I have been used to using soap and water for years. There is none in the washroom. Oh well. One massive turd already today, hopefully another to come after lunch.

I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Annie

To Chakamami

Awww thank you for saying I'm healthy! Trust me I've had problems with my body for years. I had constipation (can't pass motions) problems since I was a little baby (I was born 2 months early and came out very small). I would often clog the toilet because I would eat healthy but I wouldn't drink water (I thought it was gross). Now I'm 37 1/2 and eat very healthy and drink lots of water so that makes it easier for me to go to the washroom. All of you sound very healthy too with your diets and the size of your poops/motions! Do you use a squat toilet or regular toilet? Just wondering.


Elvia

Men's vs Women's

Someone asked if I find men or women's rooms dirtier.

I don't have a whole lot of experience to be honest. A lot of the times I've used men's rooms, they were just single bathrooms marked for men. I feel like the chances of the seat being messy are almost the same. Men's room definitely don't have as much trash on the floor as I've seen in women's rooms!

My impression in larger ones is that the stalls don't get used all that often.


Tricky

Clogging a toilet in high school

It was Junior year of high school at the start of the school year. I was 16 years old and I'd just transferred to a new school coinciding with my parents moving to a new city.

The previous high school and middle school I went to were hostile to any boy who needed to defecate there. There were no stall doors, where there were stalls at all(some of the boys' rooms had open toilets). While my body at the time wanted to often poop shortly after lunch, I was used to holding it in all day because not only did the lack of privacy make things embarrassing, but the culture of bullying at that school made the prospect fraught with danger. Multiple times, I saw students get assaulted while at their most vulnerable. It was a very rare occasion where I pooped at either school, and only when my pants was the alternative to a toilet without privacy.

This new high school ended that. To my pleasant surprise, every bathroom in that school had stalls with locking doors. I quickly resumed my pre-middle-school routine of pooping at school every day, whenever the need arose.

The events of this story happened when I was still the new kid at this school. I remember having been constipated from all of the food I had eaten at a restaurant the previous Friday night. It was Monday and I hadn't pooped all weekend. When I finished lunch at school, I went from feeling fine, to a Defcon 4 shituation, in the middle of a conversation. I excused myself to the restroom and walked in.

It was a setup with a row of about 9 bowl-style partitionless urinals on one side, and 3 stalls on the other. The sinks were right next to the first stall, and there were three students from my classes standing at the sinks chatting. They all stared at me as I entered. One was a skinny white blonde boy, another was a greasy white fat kid with black hair, and the other was a short hispanic kid who looked to be two grades younger than me. I noticed feet in the back handicapped stall, so I went to the 2nd stall. The seat was splattered with pee. So first stall it was. My fellow students eyed me as I entered the stall about 5 feet from where they were standing, shut the door, dropped my pants and underwear to my shoes, plopped my butt on the toilet seat, and started letting gravity do its job on the solid mass of crap poking at my sphincter.

I heard the students continue to converse, as if they weren't even acknowledging what I was about to do.

*br-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*

I felt my anus ripple as the gas audibly made its way out, followed by a feeling of fullness as the exit point stretched to its limits.

*T-T-T-T-t-t-t-T-t-T-z-T-Z-T-Z*

The log loudly crackled out.

The three students continued their conversation as if nothing was going on. It was rather awkward doing this right next to them, but at least I had some degree of privacy from prying eyes and wasn't being bothered. It was of sufficient urgency that I probably would have used a doorless stall if that is what was there.

There was wiping in the handicapped stall and I soon heard a flush, with the occupant exiting. One of the kids yelled "Hey Brian! How you feeling?" I saw a Sophomore walk passed me through the gap in the stall. He responded "Lighter. I'll be able to run faster on the track after school." Another student responded, "I bet!"

He washed his hands and they continued their conversation, and seemed to pretend as if I wasn't there. Which was awesome, because I had a massive log of crap crackling its way out of my ass, and I'm certain they heard it.

*ploop*

A log dropped in. I immediately felt more on its way, or alternatively, perhaps part of it broke off from the sheer weight of it. It continued on out...

*T-Z-T-z-t-z-t-Z-t-z-t-Z-Z*

*romp* *ploop*

Another quick fart, followed by another plop.

More came. This time, a bunch of smaller pieces.

*bloop* *plop* *plunk-tup* *plip* *bloonk*

They kept on coming. They felt jagged as they effortlessly slid out, sounding as if someone kept throwing pennies into a wishing well.

I didn't feel empty, and pushed some more. I kept pushing, and pushing, trying to get it to come out.

*FWER-R-R-R-R-R-T*

I ripped a long fart that lasted about 4 seconds. It sounded like it shook the walls.

It also stopped the conversation in its tracks, followed by an awkward...

*BLOOSH*

I was very embarrassed. I did not intend to make a big show of this.

I heard one of the students remark "Damn that dude's making some noise." Another responded "Yeah, Spike's in there taking a shit." They gave me that nickname soon after I attended that school because I spiked my hair at the time. Another student responded, "Thank you, captain obvious." Another responded, "I used that same stall this morning." One of them remarked "I try not to shit at school, but sometimes I have to, you know?" "Like you just did right now."

The 4 students started conversing again about another subject. The fact that they didn't make fun of me was a relief. This was probably the first time in 6 years I'd pooped with my classmates nearby where a teacher wasn't around, and I wasn't made fun of for it.

Now I was done pushing it all out. As I was rolling the paper, they kept talking. I made a few passes(probably 5 or 6, because I remember being a bit messy back there), pulled my pants back up as I stood up, zipped my fly, and buckled my belt.

There was a massive log going into the drain of the toilet all the way from the rim, surrounded by a bunch of smaller nuggets.

I flushed it...

*WHOOSH*

A powerful deluge of water ran into the bowl, followed by a...

*thup-tup-plup-SPLORT*

Not only did my shit not go down, but I saw the water level rapidly rising. I quickly got out of the stall, knowing what was coming next from experience(this was far from my first public toilet clogging at this point).

The four students saw me hastily exit the stall each with a look of incredulity on their faces as the water started flooding the floor and running into the nearby floor drain. As I was washing my hands, the poop and toilet paper started falling onto the floor. They saw it. The skinny blonde kid remarked "Lets get out of here. Spike just clogged the toilet." Another responded "Damn man..." I was extremely embarrassed at this point and looked away from them and tried to pretend they weren't there as they left the Boys' room. They got to see my shit as it flooded the floor.

I also didn't know what to do. The last time this happened at another school in 7th grade for an extracurricular activity(this school wasn't the one I attended and also had stall doors), I left it there, and at some point a teacher was notified and gave everyone a speech about not making a mess in the bathroom. Who should I tell in order to address it? I was worried I might get in trouble. I didn't even know where to find a janitor.

I exited the Boys' room to get my backpack, because the bell was about to ring for class. The blonde kid that was in the bathroom while I crapped approached me. "I just now let the coach know about your mess. He's going to get the janitor. Don't worry about it." I thanked him, and we both went to class. I didn't gt into any trouble. Surprisingly, I didn't hear anyone talk about that incident all day. Or the next day.

It did come up in conversation during Senior year later on, where I learned that I was not the only one who flooded that toilet. Apparently, that particular toilet was seen as cursed because it had done that to at least 3 other students. And a lot more people than I thought knew about my incident, but I didn't know it until then because they were tactful enough not to make a big deal of it.


Annie

Pretty big poop just now

Hi everyone. I pooped earlier today shortly after breakfast (big one! I was looking through the toilet paper drawer upstairs for some and my caregiver went to her room and got a roll of toilet paper for me). Just a few minutes ago ago I got the urge to poop again so I grabbed my
Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a lot of poop. It was part soft, part solid. Finally it came out and laid in the toilet. I reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper, took some off the roll (learning to conserve), put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. I first wiped my vagina (front to back) then wiped my butt until there was no marks on the toilet paper. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up (both dark because of "that week"), turned around and looked in the toilet. Wow! There was a long thick solid poop in the toilet and a small pile of mushy poop on top of it! Damn! Flushed the toilet, picked up the Walmart bag and left the washroom after turning off the light. Went to my room, tossed the Walmart bag on the bed, took out the hand sanitizer and washed my hands (there's no soap in the downstairs washroom). I hope everyone is having a good week, is staying safe, healthy and happy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Blakey

Public porta-potty poo

Hi all, I'm a long time lurker. My name's Blakey, I'm a trans MtF girl from the middle of nowhere, USA. And just as an aside Trans people poop too! And I for one poop a lot. Though I know the bounds of others and usually wait till I get home to poo.
Yesterday was different.
I was walking through my very rural neighborhood, wearing a black T shirt, black leggings and a black skirt. I walked past the town park. And as I passed I felt that familiar gurgling in my stomach. I slightly grimaced knowing I'd have to go soon. I glanced over at the park, eyeing the ladies room but I told myself "no you can hold it till you get home, people here already don't like you, don't make them hate you more". So I continued on my discomfort building as I continued. I made it to the store I was walking to, window shopped for a while, eyed the unisex bathroom again and left, heading home. By the time I reached the park on the way back I was absolutely bursting. I eyed the ladies room again, but forced myself to continue on. I made it another block before my stomach let out a gurgle. I audibly groaned and started looking around for a toilet, spotting a porta-potty across the street. I grimaced, I hate using porta-potties, they're always filthy. I thought about going to the park but was hit by an even stronger urge. I decided to go for the porta-potty. I dashed across the street and ripped open the door. I recoiled from the smell, it was horrible, the actual bowl of the porta-potty was filled nearly to the brim. I checked for paper, there was enough to clean up but not to line the seat. So I steeled myself, stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind. I wrenched down my leggings and panties and hoisted my skirt. At first I tried to hover, but managed my squat only long enough to pee. Before fully sitting down on the wet seat. I straightened my back, placing a hand on my corseted stomach, before groaning loudly as my butt released a mudslide of soft serve poo into the already full bowl. I tried to assume a prim posture as my butt exploded, but soon that façade broke and I grimaced and groaned as I produced. After what felt like an hour I finally finished. I unraveled some paper from the roll and wiped my front. Then thoroughly cleaned my rear. I pulled up my panties and leggings. Fixed my skirt and continued my walk home.
Thanks for reading, Questions and Comments appreciated…..as long as they're nice.
-Blakey


Becky

What on earth?

Idk what's up with me lately, but I poop so much that I stop mid-poop (it comes out in a few pieces) to flush because I'm afraid it's going to overflow (this has happened recently, so XD). Then I finish and flush again.

I very frequently need to go again after eating breakfast (usually a small load though). And often kind of feel it already... happening in late afternoon or night. It's not diarrhea or uncomfortable. I'm just more like what the heck?

Idk what I'm doing to achieve this. I haven't changed my diet that drastically recently. I'm vegetarian and eat a lot of fruits and vegetables (I aim for a total of 6 servings a day, so usually 3 fruits and 3 veg), often have oatmeal (and another bet high fiber bran flake thing), and have been trying to eat more protein. But I've been eating this same diet more or less for a few years and yeah, haven't made a drastic change.

I guess I've been exercising more so I've been eating more without realizing it. I can EAT lol. I do have a sweet tooth as well and have unfortunately been eating more sweets lately... idk if that affects this at all?


Petro

To Princess Toadstool Peach

Hello, Peach! I wish you happy St. Valentine's Day!
If you remember, I asked you some question about your pooping in November. And now I'd like to ask you some ones more which are related to your pooping as you were a young child, if you don't mind. You wrote in November, that you would love to share them. Some of them are going to be the same as they were at that time, but not all.
1. As you were a young child, was it usually difficult or easy for you to make poopoo? Had you to strain a lot for pushing your poopoo out?
2. Did you usually fart at those times before you started pooping?
3. As you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for making poopoo at those times, had you to push a lot, before something came out, or everything fell out at once?
4. As you were a young child, did you always poop by yourself? Did you ever use enema or suppositories at those times?
5. As you were a young child, did you usually poop as you felt you had to do it? Did you ever sit down on your potty chair/on the toilet and try to poop without having an urge for it? Were you be able to poop in that case?
6. As you were a young child, had you ever a situation as you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for poopoo and started pushing, but couldn't push your poopoo out? And had you situations as you had to push for a long time during pooping? If you had such situations, was it pleasant or unpleasant for you?
7. Did you like pooping as you were a young child? If you had to push a big poo out, did you take it for good?
8. If you pushed a big poo out, were you proud of it? Did you use to show it to your mom/dad in such cases?
9. To what age did you poop on your potty chair? How old were you as you began to poop on the toilet?
10. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo in the presence of your mom? If you did, was it often? Or sometimes? And if you did it in her presence, did she often comment your pooping? Did she ever encourage you by doing it, if she saw it was difficult for you?
11. To what age did you poop in the presence of your mom/dad?
12. As you were a young child, did you ever see your mom pooping? If you did, did you comment her pooping somehow in such cases? And did you ever poop together with her (that's to say, do a teamwork!)?
13. As you were a young child, did you ever try to make a poo after peeing?
14. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo every day or more rarely?
15. As you were a young child, did you poo at some certain time of the day or was it at different times as a rule?
16. As you were a rather young child, did you usually poop as you felt an urge for it? Or were you more often put on your potty chair/on the toilet and told to try making a poo?
17. As you were a young child, did you ever make your poopoo with your siblings (if you had them) or with somebody of your age?
18. Did you ever poop outdoors at those times?
19. Do you remember any poop story from those times, as you were a young child? If you do, could you tell it? I already told such one just on Christmas on the page 3043, if you noticed.
20. May I ask you some questions about the pooping of Baby Peach next time you wrote on the page 3045 about?
And I'd also like to ask you one more question which is not related to your childhood. You wrote a few days ago you had to use enema because you couldn't poo in spite of your trying. And did you already use it during the last months/years?
I wish you happy pooping and peeing!
Petro


Nils

Three phases of pooping

I love to view defecation in three stages:
1) the urge to go
2) pushing it all out
3) the feeling when it's all out

Which phase is your favorite? Mine is 3).


Gemma

Sharing hotel rooms


Back in highschool I used to do ballet and that ment we used to stay away from home and mostly we stayed in hostels with communal bathrooms, I'm generally not that regular, never have been, maybe I poop once a week so I always waited until I got back home to use the bathroom.
One week we stayed in a hotel with ensuite and were assigned roommates, I was assigned Jess, she was a prissy type and a body everyone was jealous off, 5'10 blonde. She had a real go at one of the girls in a previous stay for stinking up the bathroom and was always like poop is really gross and denied she ever did it

Well 5 days into the stay we got back to the room after a performance, I was already having a stomach ache and was trying to work out if needed to poop or could hold it another 2 day until we got home. We were changing ready for a shower, both in underwear and Jesses stomach made a really loud grumble, she sits on the end of the bed and says Gemma, do you want to shower first and I said she could if she wanted. She turned red and said she'd rather I did as she needed some time in there and didn't want to keep me waiting. I went and showered and got ready for bed.

When I got out of the bathroom Jess was sitting on the bed and asked if we could talk for a bit before she went in the bathroom, she starts of asking me to promise I won't tell anyone and no matter who knocks on the door do not open it or let them in, I said fine. Jesses stomach growled again and she grimaced and told me she's knows the bathroom door is paper thin and I'll hear everything. I told her my stomach ached as well and then suddenly she stopped sucking her stomach in and showed me how bloated she was and her stomach was upset with the food we'd eaten.

With that she checked the door was locked and windows were shut and went in the bathroom and shut the door. I hear her wee and then silence for about 10 minutes, I'm just laying on the bed at this point thinking I might be able to my poop tonight as if she's going to she can't really say much about me doing it, only thing that worried me is mine are always tiny pebbles coming out and I have to strain and it takes me ages. Meanwhile my thoughts were interrupted by a strained grunt and a tiny plop followed by some heavy breathing. Permeating under the door into the room was this rotten smell and then there was silence again.
5 or so minutes passed then another strained grunt and another plop, then silence. At this point I was relieved that I could do my poo as mine was same as hers, I'd never know anyone to poo like me before. Then another strain and plop came from the bathroom, she'd been in there about half an hour now and a strained voice apologised I had witness this but she said her stomach is really playing up.

Another about half an hour of the cycle of strained grunt followed by single plop came out of the bathroom, then the toilet flushed and she washed her hand and came out with tears streaming down her face. I asked what's wrong and she said she'd never wanted anyone to know that she had to poo, and that I couldn't tell anyone. I just it's normal, everyone does it, she then said not like that though. I then opened up a bit too and said I had go too and was glad she broke the ice, she said I should wait as she hadn't been for 2 weeks and old poop stinks. I said it's ok I couldn't go before we came either so mine is old too. I went into the bathroom and basically did a repeat performance, it took me well over an hour and mines always pebbles too, one at a time.

When I came out of the bathroom she was back smiling and was like are yours always like that too, I explained that I've been like this since a a kid, and she was like it's our secret please don't tell anyone.

Then every time there was a room share she got her mum to request we were together and she always looked out for me.


Lozza
Hiya, I'm Lozza. 15 years old, UK with long ebony hair and a shapely figure.

A couple of weeks ago, I was getting ready to leave school and decided to go the lavvy for a piss. I sat down, did it and began to wipe. However as soon as I stood up and began pulling my knickers and uniform trousers up, something like a boulder hit my intestines. I hurredly pulled them back down again and sat firm on the seat.

A couple of booming farts echoed around and soon a pile of sloppy shit was exiting my arse. A wave of farts and Krakatoa's distant relative later and I was drained. I've never been shy about dumping in school but the smell could peel the paint off.

Just as I was relieved set in, I realised that there was no bog roll in the stall and to make matters worse, my mate Janeece walked in and recognised my bag under the stall.

''Lozza, your arse f***ing stinks!'' she chuckled.

Telling her to piss off, I opened the stall door and went to the next stall, trousers and knickers round my ankles. Not even bothering to shut the door, I wiped my arse in front of her, trying not to get wet poo on my blazer and flushed both toilets. The skids in my stall were practically welded in!

As I went to the door, Janeece bent down to sniff my bum and went ''phooar! You filthy cow!'' She is a good mate though and I've seen her do worse so I'm not fussed if she witnessed that. (That and as she did it again, I let a burning ripe fart out! LOL)


Thursday, February 15, 2024


Princess Toadstool Peach

It is Potty Time for Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina P1

Hey there everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach. And today I am potty training Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina. They are so cute and easy to potty train. Both of them wear nappy pull up diapers and very excited to learn about the process of going wee-wee and poo-poo in their potties. And what better is to show how it's done using my toilet. I walk over to my toilet, lift my dress, yank down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and sits on the toilet adjusting my legs and squatting on my lucky footstool. As I relaxed and let all the wee flow out of my bladder vagina (TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dripdripdrop!) Then I started to go poo! (PAAAAAAAARRRRRPPP!! PLOP PLOP SPLUNK PLOOP!!) Then I grabbed some toilet paper, wiped my vagina and then my bottom front and back, threw away the paper, stand up, lift down my dress and pull up my panties and then flush the toilet. Best of luck I can do it! Bye bye now!!


David P

Replies to Jasmin K and quick story 'pooing at work'.

To Jasmin k: First things first I must apologise for leaving you hanging Jasmin K, you went into so much effort for my survey and I did not respond, really am sorry Jaz just been busy with work and life and stuff. Thanks for going in so much detail, I can't believe you have done 10 inch long poos, maybe I have done one or two of them in my life but not as hard as yours. Like a coke can, wow that is something no wonder you struggle to push them out. I am amazed though of your determination not to be beaten by a poo even if it is really big. Go on Jaz, do show your poos who's boss! yeah the same as me then my poo is usually light brown and occasionally dark brown almost black at times. Do you think going up on your tip toes helps the poo to come out when it is long and fat and hard to push out? I know Abbie used to always describe going up on her toes and pulling her bum cheeks apart but I don't know how much that helped. Perhaps both Abbie and yourself should do a proper squat as it is supposed to help but despite knowing that, I still sit and just push when I need to push. Think squatting does not do that much for me? People say do not push when you do a poo but what are you supposed to do? I always need to at least do a few pushes to get started anyway.

I have a quick story from the other week. I had tried to have a poo before work but despite straining nothing but a pebble would come out, by the time I had driven to work and got to my desk I felt the need to go. I decided I did not need it that bad and wasn't sure if it was just a fake urge as I get them from time to time. At break I thought if I still feel the same at lunch I will have a poo as I am not sure if I need it just yet so I decided to hold. I went to have my lunch and actually felt like I did not need it anymore, what a result. So I ate my packed lunch and went back to my desk to work. About two hours after that my lunch was working hard on my bowels and I really needed to go. I kept farting and smelling to relieve the pressure. The managers were hovering in the room for ages and I just wanted them to piss off so I could go leave the room and go for a poo without feeling like I was being watched. Eventually after a long time they left the room and I decided to head to the toilet. When I got there the bathroom, a single unisex was already occupied and a girl was waiting to use it as well. I waited and waited and still nobody came out. I joked with the girl about how long we had to wait. Nobody came out. I could feel the head of my poo threatening to come out and my belly in knots. Eventually we had to go to a different set of individual unisex bathrooms over the other side of the office. She took one of the bathrooms and I took the other. I hated the thought of having to do what felt like what would be a big, smelly and noisy poo at work but luckily it was a single enclosed unisex. I sat down on the toilet expecting the poo to come out the moment I sat down but no I had to actually work at this for it to come out, I held my breath and pushed and pushed and out came this big log. Ploop. Did not take too long luckily. Then I farted really loudly and was worried people would hear from outside. Then I kept straining and pushed out a few more mushy poos and started to wipe my behind. It was really messy and took ages to wipe. I decided to flush then and finish wiping in two halves not to block the toilet. Eventually I washed my hands and returned to work. This whole ordeal probably took about 15 minutes but I felt loads better after passing that load.

The second story comes from today, this is just a quick update as yet again tried to go for a poo before work but nothing, not even a pebble It was dry as a bone in there. So I took myself off to work. By mid morning I felt bloated but did not feel like I needed a poo, I did not have an urge. After lunch I just kept on seeping really stinky farts, once one had come out the next one was threatening to seep out of me. I had no choice but to keep farting these silent and stinky farts all afternoon. But still no urge. On the way home I pushed a little too hard for my fart and actually felt the head of a poo up there and I did not even know I needed a poo. Anyone else get that weird thing happen? When I got home I went straight up to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I sat for a while waiting but nothing came out, so I knew I needed to push. So I held my breath and began to push and felt my anus opening up. The poo felt wide and hard. I know people keep saying that putting your feet up on a foot stool is supposed to help but I still just sit and decide to push if I need to. Sometimes I go up on tip toes. Luckily it came out with a few gentle pushes and sploshed into the water, it was probably about 5 inches long, light brown and hard. It also smelt very strong. I wiped, it took only a couple wipes and flushed and had dinner. I still feel bloated now.


Emily

Reply to Princess Toadstool Peach

Hello princess Emily here sorry to hear about your constipation issues. I know it sucks. I get a lot. Thank God you got it out. With an enema. I've tried those a couple times they don't work, but what I have found out and looked up. I had to Google it couple weeks ago. And I was super super constipated, and didn't know what to do no matter how much and how hard I pushed it would not budge so I had a technique called splinting. It's a digging technique. It works very efficient. I don't know if you've heard of it or if anyone else has heard it in here where you sit on the toilet seat scoot back, spread your legs and insert a finger into your vagina and against the lower back wall of it you should feel the hard lump which is the poop and then press your finger on it towards your hole and that should evacuate and pop it out it worked for me and very efficient. Have you heard of this method or anybody else? Let me know

---Emily---


MikeyPee

Re: Kate B Worsening Incontinence

Dear Kate,

I read with interest your recent posting on this forum. With your kind indulgence, I'd like to share my own experiences and insights regarding incontinence. I must emphasize that I am not an expert but I believe that my insights have some relevance.

Let me begin by sharing my own background. I am a senior citizen (just turned 74) who is disabled by cerebral palsy. I hope my age is not a "turn off" and, although I'm old enough to be your father, I'm not going to lecture you about going to the bathroom. But, as a disabled person. I have had some exposure to people who are incontinent including my wife who also has cerebral palsy.

I have posted about my experiences in this area on this forum for more than 20 years. Briefly, my earliest acquaintance as a youngster was a neighbor who was born with spina bifida. He was paralyzed from his waist down and bowel and bladder incontinent. Because we lived in the same neighborhood, our mothers were friends and over time I learned a lot about his bathroom issues.
We both attended a segregated ("special") school for the disabled where there were other youngsters with spina bifida (SB) and the same bowel and bladder issues. The school covered grades K through 12, all of the SB children wore diapers and were changed (or changed themselves) throughout the school day. I'm going back to the 50s and 60s. These kids used the same bathrooms that everyone else, used so, for better or for worse, their incontinence issues were very much out in the open. The youngster I previously mentioned and I sat together on the same school bus for a number years.

In college, I had a roommate who was a quadriplegic and he too was incontinent as a result of his spinal cord injury. He wore an external catheter and leg bag for his urination and he was engaged in a bowel management program (yeah, that's a thing) that enabled him to be accident free and do his BM in the toilet on a daily basis.

So, I just wanted to share a little more. Based upon your posting and looking at this from 30,000 feet, so to speak, I'm guessing that you have some kind of neurological impairment that's adversely affecting your bowel and bladder control (I know, duh). Several possibilities come to mind. You may have had an injury as a young child that may not been seen as serious at the time, but has impacted your bowel and bladder control. On the other hand, there is form of a spina bifida, known as spina bifida occulta, which often goes undiagnosed and while it doesn't present the usual manifestations of spina bifida (paralysis, etc), it does entail incontinence. There are other possibilities, too. Your posting does not mention what medical interventions have been pursued for managing your incontinence.

Let me get to the point: I'm wondering if you have ever been seen by a neurologist and if the underlying cause of your issues has been identified. Furthermore, I'm wondering if you could benefit from working with a physical or occupational therapist on a bowel management program that would enable you to have a bowel movement at a time and place of your own choosing on a regular basis and ultimately become free of bowel accidents (or at least minimize their occurrence). Keep in mind that individuals with spinal cord injuries or defects deal with this every day and live very productive lives with few accidents. But, the key word here is "management." You probably cannot be "cured," but with the proper guidance you may be able to learn how to manage your bowel movements and not the other way around.

One more aside: I went to school with a girl who had spina bifida. Upon graduating high school, she went to college, had a double major in accounting and mechanical engineering (go figure),
worked as an auditor for the IRS and married and had a daughter. In addition, she was a very accomplished wheelchair athlete and equestrian who traveled extensively nationally and internationally.

Finally, your posting has a special sadness to it when you talk of how this has affected intimacy between you and your husband. I understand. My wife began losing her bladder control about eight years ago and in spite of all of my "clinical" understanding, I wasn't the most patient person at the beginning. Ultimately, incontinence has to viewed as just another form of disability and I hope you and your husband can come to this understanding and acceptance.

Kate, I hope this helped in some small way and that pursuing some medical help will be of benefit to you. I'm here to listen.

Mike


Anna from Austria
@Chakamami You guys are great. Thank you very much for your nice words.

It is not that bad then if only the person using the cubicle can see the screen.

I still would feel a bit uncomfortable by such a screen though. I would not be very cool to get informed how long I am already sitting on the toilet. I am aware that I always need quite some time to defecate but I have never been curious how much time I need excactly.

greetings from Austria

Anna

Anna


VioletIndigo

Response to Vol's Survey and Tricky (Bodily Function Stigma)

Vol's Survey

1. How long does it take you to poop?
Usually between 5 and 10 minutes.

2. How much do you go when you poop?
It depends. Sometimes it's a little bit, sometimes it's a lot.

3. Describe what your typical poop looks like.
Lately, I make little "rabbit poops." A bunch of little round pebbles, each between an inch and 2 inches wide, dark brown in color. Sometimes I make long, light brown poops that are around an inch wide. And then occasionally I make poops that look completely different.

4. If you have to poop away from home is it more important that the bathroom is clean or private?
Clean.

5. Is pooping something you look forward to, something you dread,.or just part of your day?
It's just part of my day, I don't usually give it much thought. If I'm constipated I look forward to it, if my stomach is upset I dread it.

6. What's your favorite place to poop other than your own home?
I rarely leave my home so I don't have many opportunities to poop outside the house. I enjoy pooping on road trips at truck stops because they tend to be clean and spacious, plus if I'm driving taking a poop gives me a little break which is always nice. There's a routine to them. Park the car, walk to the bathroom, "drop the kids off at the pool," buy snacks or drinks, fill up my tank, and leave. When I'm on road trips, I really enjoy stopping to use the bathroom. I "mark my territory" in some place far away from where I live, it's kind of funny.

7. What's more embarrassing, poop smells or poop sounds?
Sounds.

8. Tell me a little about your last poop.
I took a poop a few hours ago. It was a collection of light brown, short logs. I always have a pre-poop fart when I sit to poop (and even when I'm just peeing I usually fart). My poops were way smellier today than they usually are. It took maybe 5 or 6 wipes to clean it. It was surprisingly messy. I have been letting the stinkiest farts rip since I took that poop, so I imagine I'll probably be back in the bathroom soon.

9. Anything else you'd like to add?
No, not really.

To Tricky:
I'm not surprised that lady you were with had that reaction (not wanting to date you because you pooped on the first date), but I have never understood that attitude that she had. I don't think I've ever judged anyone I've dated for taking a little long in the bathroom while we're out, and I hope they have never judged me for that. It's a green flag if your date makes a joke after pooping or farting near you, a red flag if they don't want to hear about it.
Bodily functions can be funny or even endearing. They make us human. I don't think it's healthy when people try to convince themselves that their partner is more than human by denying that they sometimes pee, poop, fart, burp, or have periods. I'm in a relationship, but if someone I was dating acted grossed out after I took a break to poop while on a date, or if I accidentally let a fart out around them, I'd strongly consider leaving them. If knowing my bathroom habits made someone less attracted to me, I would not want to be with them. You may have dodged a bullet when that lady said she wasn't interested in you.


About Rippin' Rhonda

Me and my friends knew this freshman girl at our high school as Rippin' Rhonda. She was science smart and often offered to help us on a extra-credit laboratory problem. She was in our last class and immediately after the dismissal bell rang we went with her right outside our classroom to our lockers. Hers was at floor level and she would squat for 2 or 3 minutes, sometimes more, in her tight blue jeans or shorts as she went trough the clutter of finding what she needed. Then she'd put it in her backpack and we'd follow her one floor down to the science lab. But there was always one stop more. She'd stop in the bathroom, sometimes moving pretty fast through the double-size entrance without a door into the bathroom.

We'd stand, backs to the wall, quietly listening to what was going on 9 feet or so behind us. We'd hear the creak of the privacy door as it swung, the plop as her butt dropped to the seat and within a minute or 2 we'd here the plops and splashes into the toilet. Then she'd yank at the paper roll and we could hear most of her wipes. Then we'd hear her flip the seat up and then the flush. A few times when she was washing her hands we could hear a toot or two.

As we got to know her better my friend Russ brought up about what we had heard. She joked that we were the F*****' Perv 4, but when we went to a fast food place for a snack after we were done with our work, we joked about the name we had given her, Rippin' Rhonda. So as we studied together more we found that her stepfather was often blaming her for clogging their apartment's toilet. So that explained her late day shit
before going home.

Sarah: I enjoy your stories. You said the seat was dirty but you still used it. Why? Did you wipe it off with TP before seating yourself? Did you consider using a toilet paper shield between yourself and the seat?

Elvia: When you use the guys' bathroom in a public place do you find it to be dirtier than the ladies? By what characteristics?


Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)

Survey of Vol-san

Hi Everyone, we hope you are all very fine.

Today we don't really have story so we do survey of Vol-san. We like survey. But old timers this site maybe bore. New people maybe don't bore...

Key: H = Chae (Hisae), K = Kazumi, Ma = Maho, Mi = Mina

1. How long does it take you to poo?

About 10 ~ 15 minutes (K, Ma, Mi) about 7 ~ 12 Minutes (H)

2. How much do you go when you poop?

A lot. Maybe when we look in loo, large brown melon there. But we flush and sit down again so another large brown melon. Maho' motion is usually hard so we can count plops easily, usually it is about seven but sometimes more. After big poop, we all of us produce small pieces for about 5 minutes.

3. What your typical poop looks like?

Already we answer! Large brown melon. Very light yellow-brown (Mi), very light red-brown (H), medium brown (K), quite dark brown (Ma). Sometimes change colour.

4. Away from home, more important clean or private?

We don't have this problem in Japan. Most public loos clean and private. Easy to find clean private loo in supermarket, station... So difficult to answer.

5. Look forward or dread or just part of your day?

Look forward AND just part of our day. Never dread. Poop is healthy very much. If someone dread, we advice, think about health. If you hear lots heavy plops or long bururururururu under you, say to yourself. "I am very healthy woman/man"!! (Annie you are healthy really!!)

6. Favourite place to poop outside own home?

We don't have favourite. Any place is OK if it is clean and fairly private and have enough loo paper. But when we all want to poop, place with four empty cubicles next each other is best! Also place not crowded, so we can sit there long time and do huge motion.

7 Smell or sound is more embarrassing?

Both of them not embarrassing at all! "If somebody try to embarrass to me because of my horrendous fragrance or huge plop sound, I bite and kick that person" (Ma) (Ma hear Mi type this and kiss Mi her back of neck. Because Mi is typist.)

8. Tell me a little about your last poop.

We did all together in beige flat. All of us 10 ~ 15 minutes. Hisae first with Kazu next her to massage and caress, than Kazu with Mina, then Mina with Maho, than Maho with Hisae and Hisae gave Maho very good massage. Four huge double melon like Mina write above. Four horrendous fragrance. Four warm hearts burning with love for 3 crushes. Lots of kiss and hug and caress in green flat after finish our wonderful motion.

Old timer know this but for new people we explain: We live in two flats. Loo is separate from bathroom. Quite small room, but enough space for one person beside person on loo. Other two women at door, of course it is open. Weekend we poop all together, but weekday, no time, so two people poop together in beige flat and two people in green flat. We all like to poop after breakfast in morning. It is our habit!! Sometimes Maho does not need to poop, also Mina but not often.

9. Anything else?

We hope you enjoy to read. And we hope you get many answer from wonderful people in this site. We welcome you. This site full of very wonderful people so we are happy always to read their lovely posts. Some posts not so happy and we cry, perhaps you will cry too, but it is OK to cry for person we love.

Love to Everyone.

Chakamami


Annie

Big poop not long after breakfast

Got up this morning, went pee and brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. I had oatmeal (slightly runny and spicy) with bananas and chili pepper or powder taste (my caregiver is Taiwanese but lives in Canada). After breakfast I took my medications and went downstairs (my caregiver was sleeping since she stays up all night and some of the morning to cook and clean). Shortly after coming downstairs I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door (it closes all the way now), walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a big solid poop. It was solid and there was a lot. Finally when I was done I grabbed the toilet paper from the Walmart bag, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag and first wiped my front then wiped my butt really well. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. There was a solid poop in there that took up a lot of the toilet bowl. Like one big thick log. Damn. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands well, turned off the tap, picked up the Walmart bag, turned off the light and left the washroom. Went to my room, took off the outside flip flops (remember my caregiver wants each person who lives here to have 2 pairs. One for in your room and a pair to wear around the house), went into my room, put those flip flops on, dried my hands on the towel and now writing this. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy. I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend and staying warm.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Annie

Another big poop

Just wrote on here not long ago about my big poop after breakfast. Well I got the urge to poop again a few minutes ago so I grabbed my Walmart bag (with my toilet paper etc in it), went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, went outside my room, closed the door, turned off the light, put those flip flops on and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door (I appreciate that it closes properly again), walked to the toilet. Pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out semi-soft, semi-solid poop, one big log. My second poop of the day. Whew. Once I was done I reached into the Walmart bag, took out the toilet paper, took some, wiped well. Put the dirty paper into the toilet and the toilet paper into the Walmart bag, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. A big poop was in the toilet, taking up most of the toilet. Wow. Second big poop today. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands (though I saw there were pieces of rice in the sink that I went to tell my caregiver about after taking a picture. Another tenant here washed his dishes in the sink but moved the drainer thing from the sink. My caregiver keeps it there to catch dirt, toothpaste, food, etc, grabbed my Walmart bag, left the washroom, turned off the light and went to my room, tossed the Walmart bag on my bed, dried my hands and went upstairs to tell my caregiver about the sink (and show her the picture from my phone). I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Tricky

Re: Radu; Survey on clogging toilets

Q1: How often do you clog the toilet with your poop?

A1: At home, once or twice a week. My deposits are sometimes too much for low-flow toilets. I poop 3-4 times a day, typically 1-foot-long 2-inch-wide Bristol type-3s/4s, but if that gets interrupted and everything builds into a larger delivery than normal, the risk of a clog is high. I keep a bent coat hangar and a plunger near my home toilet. I take most of my craps in public toilets, but I clog them less frequently because they have more flushing force. On average, I clog a public toilet once every 2 months.

Q2: Have you ever clogged a friend's or family member's toilet with poop?

A2: Yes. Scores of times.

Q3: Have you ever had someone discover that you clogged your toilet? What was his and your reaction to this?

A3: Ever since the age of ten, something like this has happened at least 3-4 times a year. I think the most memorable event was when I was 24. I used the toilet at my apartment when my girlfriend was over. It clogged. I didn't have a plunger. At the time, I wasn't comfortable broaching the subject with her(this was before I used the toilet in her mother's RV), so I put the lid down to hide it and went to the local dollar store to get a plunger, hoping it would stay hidden until I had what was needed to address it. I told her I'd be back soon. When I got back, she let me know about the massive pile of shit that greeted her in the toilet when she decided to take the opportunity to use it with my absence. She was mad that I didn't give her a heads-up, because she did not want to see or smell that. I plunged it, but she decided she didn't need to go afterward. I think she was too embarrassed to poop at my apartment at the time, although after I used the toilet in her mother's RV to poop, she started using the one at my apartment for the same purpose.

Q4: Have you ever clogged the toilet at work or school and someone found it out? What was the reaction of your friends/co-workers to this?

A4: Many, many times. Possibly 20+ times. My most memorable incident was where I was in the middle of a big poop in the first stall of my office's Mens' room, and the cleaning lady knocked on the door, taken from "Poop at the office" on page 2880:

"One particular incident, I was interrupted in the Mens' room as I was dropping a massive 2 foot log as big around as my arm that got stuck in the toilet and wouldn't flush. She was waiting outside the door after I finished and I explained the toilet was clogged. She saw me in the parking garage later that day and started laughing. She knew I was the source. She started up a conversation on the subject of the office plumbing and I apologized for the clog and explained that I eat like a horse. It was probably hilarious to her given how thin I am. At the time, I looked like a skinny 15 year old kid even though I was more than 10 years older than that. She was understanding and non-judgemental, and said that my eating habits "explained a lot". She'd probably caught me on the crapper 15+ times by that point, and was always waiting outside by the door. "

Another memorable incident occurred when I was 16. I'd changed to a new high school after moving Junior year, and it actually had doors on its stalls. I'll tell that story in depth at a later date, but 3 of my classmates were in the room chatting it up while I went into a stall to poop. They were still in the room when I flushed the toilet, and it flooded.

Q5: Has anyone ever been impressed by the size of your poop? What was his reaction?

A5: Yes. At a former workplace, the cleaning lady had to deal with it post-clog. I was a scrawny man-boy of about 125 lbs and she was perplexed how a shit so large could come out of someone so small. Then she saw the heaping plates of food I had during a thanksgiving luncheon and commented "that explains a lot."

Q6: Have you ever been proud of clogging a toilet?

A6: Only at home, because no one else has to deal with it.

Q7: Is there anyone in the world whose toilet you would like to clog? Who?

A: No.





Annie

Soft easy log

Hi everyone. Got the urge to poop again a few minutes ago (I think the 3rd time today!) so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door (stomach was gurgling and the urge was strong), walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and peed first (quite a gusher) then pushed gently and filled the toilet quickly with quite a bit of crap. It was semi-soft, semi solid. Somewhere in the middle. Stomach was gurgling like crazy. I was done within about a minute. It stunk too lol. Reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some off the roll, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and wiped my front first (front to back) then did a good job wiping my butt to avoid skidmarks on my darkish green boyshorts (they're old but are still in good shape with no rips). Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. There was a big semi-solid, semi-soft thick poop in the toilet. P.U. lol. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands well, turned off the water, picked up the Walmart bag, turned off the light, went to my room. Tossed the Walmart bag on my bed, dried my hands on the towel, put my bedroom flip flops on and now writing this. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy. Please enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Annie

Urgent splattery poop

I've been back and forth to the washroom most of the day. First thing this morning, after breakfast and lunch and now had the urge again. I grabbed my Walmart bag, hand sanitizer (since there's no soap in the washroom), went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet. Pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet and relaxed. Peed first then watery mushy poop splattered into the toilet quickly. Reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the last 2 chunks of toilet paper, wiped my front first (front to back) then wiped my butt really well especially since they're light purple/lavender coloured boy shorts. I don't want marks on my underwear and my caregiver will mention if she sees marks either from my period or the other end. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and looked in the toilet. The toilet was watery with chunks. Yuck. Flushed the toilet, picked up the Walmart bag and left the washroom. Tossed the Walmart bag on the bed, took the outside flip flops off, came back in, put those flip flops on, dried my hands on the towel and now writing this. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy. Please enjoy the rest of your weekend and be safe and happy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Monday, February 12, 2024


Reply to Becky

Don't hate yourself for something you can't control. There's literally nothing you can do about it. When we don't drink enough water that can also cause urgency. Without enough water urine becomes more acidic and irritates the bladder in a way that makes it feel more full than it is. You might want to talk to your doctor about water consumption and how often you're peeing. They may be able prescribe or suggest something. OK, so maybe there is one thing you can do about it, lol. But beyond that, it's just a fact of life that when you gotta go you gotta go.

Actually, I do have a second suggestion, since you mentioned diapers. A more dignified alternative to diapers would be an external catheter. But I suppose that's just a matter of perspective, you might not see that as more dignified.


Tricky

Re: Thunder; Bathroom Privacy & other subjects

I've pooped at the house of every girlfriend I've ever had. If I have to go and there's a toilet available, I'm simply going to use it, unless told not to by the owner for whatever reason.

One girlfriend I had in high school, I pooped in an adjacent bathroom from where we were watching a movie with her older sister. They paused it, which meant there was no noise to silence the noises my ablution generated. I'd been holding it in all day from school because there were no stall doors, and it became an emergency.

Another girlfriend I had shortly after landing a job in another state, lived in an RV with her mother and kid. I had to use their restroom to poop once, and got barged in on by a little boy, exposing me to both her and her mother. I've also heard her poop at my apartment a number of times, and she's heard me as well.

One girl I dated for a single night. She prepared a lavish meal for me and I finished it off. And it forced me to have to take a poop at her place. I couldn't find the toilet paper and asked from inside the bathroom where she kept it, and she got irate and told me where it was hidden. That relationship didn't work out, because apparently it's extremely rude to poop on a first date and she let my female coworkers who set me up with the date know all about it. Those same female coworkers and I heard each others' bathroom noises through the vent placed between the adjacent mens' and womens' restrooms in our office multiple times and didn't understand what the big deal was with her.

But no girlfriend I've ever had was readily comfortable pooping or peeing in view of me. I gave them their space and respected it, and they did the same for me. Of course, due to time and circumstances, many things about our toilet habits got revealed to each other just in the course of mundane events.

In my case, I've been seen on the toilet by far more strangers that were female than by any girlfriends I had. Whether it was being in a single-occupant restroom at a gas station and having to crack the door open so the female clerk could hand me some toilet paper due to there being none, getting walked in on at a park restroom by a woman looking for toilet paper while I was seated on an open toilet, getting caught on the back of a Greyhound bus in the bathroom with no TP and being handed some paper towels by a cute 20-somthing lady sitting nearby, getting intruded upon at a party by a girl looking for her car keys while I was pooping, being seen sitting in a doorless stall by a female cleaning lady, among all sorts of other scenarios.

In contrast, a former girlfriend has seen me on the toilet twice(once in her mom's RV, and again at a friend's apartment when I had no toilet paper and asked her to bring me something to use), and the rest of them not once. Nor did I ever see them on it.


Denise
To Hala: I know what you mean about feeling dysregulated. Sometimes when I've had accidents I've had what I would almost describe as flashbacks to the beginning of the day, when I'm getting myself dressed and imagining a normal day. Never when you put on clean underwear to you anticipate having an accident in them a few hours later! I have sometimes felt weirdly detached from my earlier in the day self after an accident, thinking about the day that began normally but took an unexpected turn for the shameful. Anyway, it's hard but actually as others have said it happens, and to many many people too, it's no reflection on you as a person. Time will help you feel better about it.


Annie

Big solid ish poop

Got up this morning, grabbed my Walmart bag, went pee, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had watery oatmeal with bananas, hot sauce, green leafy vegetables and yellowish orange balls (dunno what they are). Breakfast was a little unusual but good. Took my medications after breakfast, went downstairs (my caregiver was in her room so I already thanked her when she gave me breakfast) and went downstairs. A few minutes after coming downstairs I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, went outside my room, put THOSE flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a lot of solid thick poop-one big log. Only took about 30 seconds but it was a lot. Reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag and wiped my front first then wiped my butt really well. Tossed the dirty toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up, turned and looked in the toilet. Wow! This was thick, solid and covered a lot of the toilet! Damn. Flushed the toilet and it went down fine surprisingly. Went to the sink, turned on the tap, washed my hands really well with soap and water and turned off the tap. Grabbed the Walmart bag from the floor, turned off the light, went to my room, tossed the Walmart bag into my bed, dried my hands on the towel, went outside my room, changed my flip flops, went back into my room, put THOSE flip flops on and now writing this while listening to music. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


sarah

huge dump after eating mexican food and gas station poo

i had a big dinner of burritos and tacos. the next morning i woke up with a strong need to take a dump. i farted a few times while getting out of bed. it smelled bad. i went to the bathroom and thankfully nobody was using it. i pulled my pajamas and panties down to my ankles. sat on the toilet. i relaxed and a huge log started to slowly come out without pushing. it was thick and soft. it felt amazing coming out. it continued to slide out on its own. when i was almost done it broke off. the last few inches came out after. it was yellowish brown poo. the big log was 7 or 8 inches. the small piece was 2 inches maybe. i felt very relieved. it smelled horrible. i went to wipe and found my butt messy. it took a lot of paper to get clean. i had timed myself. i was in the bathroom for 10 minutes. i left feeling much better.

today i had to take a shit while getting gas. it was a single unisex bathroom. was dirty but not to bad. i pulled my jeans and panties down and sat on the seat. i did a short piss. i had to push to get my poo started. the poo was coming out in small pieces. i had to push each little piece out. the pieces got softer each time. it smelled really bad. after a few minutes i was done. i looked and there was a hefty pile of dark brown poo in the toilet. i wiped. while wiping i accidentally did a hot wet fart onto my hand. wiping was messy. when i flushed it left some skid marks in the bowl. i had timed myself. i was in the bathroom for over 8 minutes.


Princess Toadstool Peach

A bit Constipated pushing the Poo outta of my poo hole

Hey there everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach. And today I'm sitting on my toilet panties around my ankles adjusting myself and squatting gently hoping that I can do a big poo today. But sadly I feel like I need to go but nothing is happening. It looks like I am quite blocked up! I tried everything! Laxatives, prunes even bowel movement medicine and squatting on my footstool. But sadly I cannot poo only wee because that comes out of my vagina bladder in a snap! (TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssshhhh!!) And also there's some gas farting out of my poo hole. (PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!) If only there was someway I could…(DING!!) Of course I remember someone said something about an enema that I could use! A enema is when you inject some liquid into your bottom poo hole. OK I got one for emergencies! Here goes nothing! (STAB!!) Ooo that feels painful but at least I can try and go! Ready and DUMP!! Push, PUSH!!! (SPLUT PLUNK SPLASH!!!) Phew I thought that would never ever come out! Thanks again Audrey and don't worry I won't use it often. In the meantime I gotta wipe my privates see you later. Bye bye now!


How I Learned to Shut Up About Toilet Use

This happened with I was 9. It was in the summer. My friend Michelle was being punished at the last minute so she was going to be about a hour late in joining me for this bike ride we had planned to another friend's house. Mom tried to keep me in that morning too since I had been stopped up for I think it was 3 days. But I wanted to ride and promised I would come in and have my Number 2 when the time came. In about 15 minutes and about 2 blocks from home my Number 2 came on fast. I was across the street from this gas station, somewhat adventurous and I decided to do my dump there. So I walked into the office, saw the womens toilet door open, and I hurried in. The single toilet had its seat down and there was about a 2" by 3" log in it. I didn't want to waste time with an explosion about to happen so I pulled out a seat paper that I slapped down. I dropped my underwear and jeans and pushed myself onto the seat. There were a couple of taps on the door. All I could say was that I was almost done pushed with all my strength. My whole body and hair was wet from the exercise. Finally my semi-hard piece splashed into the bowl, although the hard push hurt me quite a bit. I was lucky there was a decent amount of toilet paper. Dumb I know, but I had to push super-hard on the flusher. It still didn't work. I kinda felt bad but I wanted to get out to there ASAP. I opened the door and was surprised that the person who had knocked didn't wait. A mechanic was walking down the hallway playing with some rags and I told him about the toilet being clogged. He just smiled and walked away saying something about it not being his responsibility. A week later me and Michelle stopped in there to buy a soda to share. That mean mechanic looked at me and told the guy next to him that I was the one who screwed up the toilet. Me and Michelle were afraid to go back in there after that.


sarah

quick poo

i was giving a passenger a ride when i felt the need to take a shit. after i dropped them off i stopped at a burger king i saw on the drive. i went into the bathroom. it was lunch time and the bathroom was busy. only the first stall was open. i took my seat and did a piss. i pushed and a small dry log quickly came out with a loud noise. it plopped in the toilet water. i then did a loud fart. i wiped and it was easy. i timed myself. i was only in the bathroom for 4 minutes. when i was in the bathroom i heard peeing. there was a poo smell when i came in so someone was pooping.


Chakamami

Dear Anna

Thank you for the post! Actually "tell everybody" is not really true because the screen were inside each cubicle. So only the person who sitting on the loo and defecating can see the screen. And lucky thing is, the screen have no sound.

And Anna, we love you. Always you say so beautiful things to us.

Hugs and kisses from Chakamami


Chakamami

Dear Thunder

Thank you for kind words. We love you!

Maho had trouble with haemorrhoids because she was often constipate. Now her problem is not so bad. Her father, he is doctor, also say, never force motion. But OK to sit and relax.

So now we never force. We sit on loo long long time and meditate, just like you. After some meditate, mierda come out from us. And after more meditate, more mierda come, and many times, until all out and in loo.

We seem that we have very long intestine, so our motions very huge. That is reason why we need long long time. (Mina read this site that Japanese motion is second biggest in whole world.)

We hope you have more easier time in loo than before. And we wish you a good health.

Love from Chakamami


Annie

Huge urgent poop

I got up this morning, put on my glasses, grabbed my Walmart bag and phone and went to the washroom (pee) and brushed my teeth. Afterwards I went upstairs for breakfast. Had a bowl of rice, bananas, beef or pork and chili peppers in some kind of soup. Took my 9 AM medications after breakfast, grabbed my Walmart bag, went downstairs (already thanked my caregiver when she served breakfast), took the flip flops off outside my room, went into my room, put THOSE flip flops on and surfed the net for a while. Finally after a short time (about 10 minutes ago) I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went upstairs (since someone was taking ages in the downstairs bathroom) and went to the washroom upstairs which is next to my caregiver's room. Turned on the light, closed the door, put the Walmart bag on the floor, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet.

Peed first then pushed out a huge poop. Only took about 30 seconds. Whew! What a relief! Looked in the toilet paper drawer, saw 2 rolls, grabbed one for myself (remember each of us needs to have toilet paper. Most guys here can work but I can't due to the part of a brain ????our and occasional seizures). Took some toilet paper off the roll, wiped my front first then my butt really well. Last thing I want is skid marks. Stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. WOW! This thing took up most of the toilet bowl and was really thick and looked fairly solid. Dang. No wonder I have been feeling so uncomfortable. Flushed the toilet and it seemed to go down no problem. Flushed the toilet again to be sure. Yup. Went downstairs to wash my hands since there was no towel upstairs and I didn't want to use my caregiver's soap. Went downstairs, washed my hands well, came to my room, changed the flip flops outside, put on the bedroom flip flops, dried my hands on the towel and now writing this. It was a hell of a huge poop but it was much needed. I'm not 100% empty yet but hopefully everything else will come out later today. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Tricky

Gruesome Twosome

Sometime in 2012, I was out of town for my job. I hadn't pooped all day when normally I'd have gone three times by now given the quantity and type of food I consume.

It was about 6pm when I got back to the office(The same one in my "Poop at the Office" story on this site). As I was filling my timesheet out, I felt that the train had arrived at the station and was about to leave. It was something massive and weighty, and I could feel it try to force my sphincter open as I waddle-walked to the Mens' room.

At the Womens' room, the cleaning lady had the door propped open and her cart there. She recognized me and said "Hello. Working late tonight?"(she'd intruded upon my restroom visits probably 30+ times by that point and eventually developed a habit of cleaning that Mens' room at noon during lunch break to avoid opening the door and bothering me mid-poop). There was also another lady with her, a younger 20-something half-white, half-latina girl who was being trained for the job. I asked the older cleaning lady if she was about to clean the Mens' room and she said "Go ahead and go." as she smiled at me.

This happened before perhaps a year prior where she told me to just use it, and I ended up holding her up for 20 minutes, and after the 10 minute mark she kept knocking on the door every 2 minutes trying to rush me, and I felt this was going to be an awkward repeat of that same situation. "I'm going to be in there a while. I think I'll use another floor." I was standing perfectly straight and walking like a puppet, in effort to prevent a breach. My need was urgent and I think she sensed it. She laughed and said, "Oh, don't worry. Use it. We have two more floors we can get."

So I went in. I could hear through the vent her directing the new employee on everything in the Womens' room that needed attention as I latched the first stall door, lowered my pants, planted my butt onto the toilet, and started pushing out this big, hard, thick, smeary mess of a log. It was impacted because having been on another long road trip, my body got bunged up all day. The only time my body gave the slightest hint of wanting to go that day, I stopped at a rest stop, only to find that the two sit-down toilets were entirely in the open, and I held it because people followed me in and at the time I was not comfortable with pooping fully in the open. It was only when I got back to the familiarity of my office's restroom that it all wanted to rush out. Fortunately, it was without the flatulent fanfare and just loud crackling, which I doubt the two heard through the vent.

As they finished up the Womens' room, I heard them talking through the vent between the two adjacent rooms. "We'll skip the Mens' room for now and come back later." "Is it because that boy's taking a crap?" The older of the two started laughing "He can hear us. Don't embarrass him." "Oh my." I decided to be funny. I yelled "Yup. I heard that." They both started giggling as I heard the cleaning cart get dragged to the elevator, and a loud beep as it opened.

Eventually, I was in there for a good 20 minutes. It was bad. I struggled trying to push this hard, impacted, column of shit out of my ass. It was solid, lumpy, and unbroken. My abdominal muscles were worn out trying to push this thing, my sphincter felt sore, and it STILL wasn't even done yet. Every push, it would come out perhaps a few millimeters, and took effort and was accompanied by pain.

I heard the cleaning cart roll outside the door. "Don't forget to knock first before entering. Even if it's a holiday and no one is here."

I think she said this because of the day after Thanksgiving a few years prior, I was in there taking an epic day-after-Thanksgiving dump and she didn't knock and walked in and started cleaning because she thought no one was the building. Which was the second time she'd seen my shoes, pants, and ankles under a stall. I stopped wearing headphones in the bathroom at work for a reason.

I felt the end of the heavy turd making its way out as gravity started reeling it in, right when I heard the knock on the door and the door quickly opening.

I said "I'm still in here."

Right then and there the last of it dropped into the water.

*BLOOSH-PT*

I then heard the older cleaner say "Sorry!"

They quickly shut the door.

"Well, he did say he'd be in there a a while." "Oops."

As they were chatting and started walking away, I looked into the toilet bowl at my handiwork. The log was as thick as my arm and went all the way into the drain of the toilet bowl, stretching out all the way to the rim then around in a coil pile, and then the tip going back into the water. As one continuous log, it would have easily been 2 feet or more, and was almost as big around as my forearm. And it stunk. I was afraid to flush it, because it might flood the floor, and I hadn't even wiped yet.

I sat back down for the cleanup job. If it's going to clog, I'd rather have a clean butt first before having to flee the water that was possibly about to saturate the floor. In the past, I made the mistake of flushing while still on the toilet, only for it to flood.

The cleanup job was horrendous. It took me 5 minutes of wiping with perhaps 15-20 repeated passes to get everything off my butt. I didn't like the situation, but I was confident it would clog and I've been there done that with that particular older cleaning lady waiting outside before. Embarrassing, but probably not as bad as before.

Miraculously, it all flushed down. Well, not all of it. The entire toilet bowl was saturated with brown smears, and some errant nuggets broke off the log and remained floating. I flushed again. Some nuggets bounced right back up to the surface, floating defiantly. And again. After the 3rd flush, the nuggets were gone, but about half the smears remained and the bowl was still a filthy mess. This was about as good as I was going to get it. This was far from the first time I left smears for the cleaning lady to address after she was waiting outside the door, but it was still embarrassing.

I exited the Mens' room with the cleaning cart by the door and both cleaning ladies were sitting in adjacent chairs by the elevator as I walked to it to head to the ground floor.

They both looked at me as they got up to walk to the Mens' room. The older one asked "Feeling better?" I said "Yeah." The elevator opened up and I went in. After the doors closed, I heard the older lady tell the younger one "You're going to run into him a lot."

The following day, I was in the parking lot walking to the building. I saw the younger lady with the cleaning cart loaded with supplies. She saw me, smiled, and started laughing. I think the previous day's restroom visit left an unfortunate and awkward first impression. Oh well. I'd been through worse.

A year or so later, it became a pattern that during a 15 minute break at 10 AM, I'd head to the cafeteria to eat a post-breakfast snack I packed. Typically, blueberries and mixednuts. The younger lady would always be sitting in the same room across the table from where I sat. By that point, she'd probably caught me mid-crap in the Mens' room about 10 times, typically about once a month or thereabouts. And many of those times, she'd clean the adjacent Womens' room while I was farting and plopping away or wiping, and therefore heard my noises more than once through that obnoxiously placed vent. As I walked to the table to have my snack, she commented, "Right on cue. You're quite the regular visitor." and smiled at me. I interpreted that as a joke about my bathroom habits, and responded, "I'm sorry you're always catching me in the bathroom. I eat like a horse." She then said, "I see that. Don't worry about it. You have your job, I have mine." She was never rude to me while waiting for me to finish in the Mens' room, unlike the older lady who trained her.


I had a very strange stool this AM. It was some what spherical about the size of a large bouncy ball. It looked like a black knot of sorts. And it floated. The rest of the stool did not float and was normal. This was all by itself. Any ideas? I have a picture


Elphaba
This story relates to what Anna from Austria was saying about younger women being more open about pooing

After a lunch of fish and chips from the staff canteen I started to need a poo and thought that I might go after I had done a few tasks. However, I got so busy that I couldn't step away to go to the loo and eventually when I was able to visit the bathroom I had a long pee but the need for a poo had gone away. Fast forward to when I was getting off the bus outside my town's shopping centre (I needed to get a few bits) and the need was growing again so I made a detour to the loo's. The nearest cubicles to the entrance were occupied so I made my way down and went into the third from last one. After hanging my bag onto the doors hook I lower my work trousers and black panties before sitting on the toilet. I had thought this would be an easy poo but actually it took a lot of effort to get out the first log. As I was taking a break, two women came into the bathroom. One of them said to the other "I'm going into this one" and I noticed the shadow of someone entering the cubical to the right of mine. About thirty seconds later the hand dryer went off but underneath this sound I could make out several plops. Another minute went by and a voice calls out "I'll wait for you out here" to which the women next to me calls out "you done already?". Her friend answers "yeah" and the woman say's "I thought we both came in here to shit". Her friend then say's "I couldn't go". A few minutes go by and the woman waiting by the sinks say's "You nearly done? ". The woman next to me replies "not yet" and her friend replies "are you wiping your bum yet?" to which the woman answers "in a minute". However, a few seconds later she says "Grace, I'm out of paper, can you hand me some". Trying to be helpful I pull of some loo roll and go to pass it under the cubical but her friend gets there first. The woman thanks her friend and then say's "I don't need that all that, I didn't shit that much". Soon I hear her toilet flush and her unlock the cubical. After she washes her hands, she and the friend stay in the bathroom - I think trying out makeup; I heard the one that had been next to me say "this lip gloss is nice". Throughout all this I've been trying to poo but have had no luck. Then I sensed something moving and let out a zipper fart before another small log plopped into the toilet. After wiping with the paper already in my hand I get redressed and walk out of the cubical to wash my hands. As I was doing so I surreptitiously looked over to the women who were by the mirrors on the left-hand side wall and thought that both looked to be in their early twenties. I then see one of them (not the one who had pooed) look towards me. As I'm washing my hands the women start to walk out and once I was done I started to walk a couple of feet behind them. Once we reached the main concourse I kept going straight on while the women turned to the left but just before they went out of my line of sight I saw the woman look at me again. Now I'm not sure, but it's possible that they waited for me to finish to see what other woman had been pooing.


Elvia

Used the men's room again.

We were out this morning and when we stopped for a restroom break, neither of the stalls in the women's had any paper in them. I asked my husband and sons and the one stall in the men's room had a little. So I slipped in and used it instead. My husband and youngest stood guard right outside the stall, and my oldest stood near the door in case anyone was coming.

I've had to be more mindful about if there's paper or not since my kids got completely out of diapers. I don't carry around baby wipes anymore that can also be useful in emergencies!


ToiletKid

Timmy's diarrhea

It was at school. It was just recess, and I wanted to go to the bathroom. There was only one stall vacant in the school toilet, but as soon as I approached it, my classmate Timmy ran into the toilet and asked me:
"Let me go to the toilet, my stomach aches!"
He was actually pressing his hands to his stomach, and he was making noises. Of course, I let Timmy through, but before he could enter the stall, pupils came out of several stalls at once. So, the old-fashioned way, Timmy and I took the toilets next to each other. Also, out of habit, I began to look through the crack, peeping at Timmy. Timmy, when I looked through the crack, had already pulled down his pants and was in his undies. He lifted up the lid of the toilet seat, and exclaimed:
"Why hasn't flushed?! Who didn't flush toilet after themselves?!"
Timmy pressed the flush, then, when the flush was over, he pulled down his undies and sat down on the toilet seat. Timmy farted loudly, and I heard a splash. My classmate immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then he farted again, and there was another splash. And then the splashes, one after another, began to be heard. I realized that Timmy had diarrhea. Through the crack, I felt such a terrible stench that I almost pulled away. The splashes were accelerating, Timmy was sitting on the toilet, clutching his stomach with his hands and moaning. He also farted deafeningly. But as for the sound, as for the smell, Timmy didn't seem to care now. After a while, Timmy's diarrhea stopped, but barely a couple of seconds had passed when Timmy's stomach began to churn again, and splashes of diarrhea began to be heard again. It looks like Timmy had severe diarrhea! Finally, his diarrhea was over, and he wanted to wipe his ass, but found that there was no toilet paper in the toilet he occupied! There was a small roll of toilet paper in the stall I occupied, and I gave it to Timmy. He thanked me. Meanwhile, I flushed in my stall, got dressed, and wanted to leave the toilet, but Timmy shouted that he needed more toilet paper. I was amazed: of course, the roll I gave him was small, but there, in appearance, there were at least twenty toilet papers! I went into another stall, and took out a large roll of toilet paper, and gave it to Timmy, over the top of the toilet wall. This paper enough for Timmy. While I was washing my hands, I heard Timmy trying to flushed toilet, I think he did it at least five times, then he left the stall, but Timmy didn't have time to wash his hands. The bell for the lesson rang. Timmy and I wanted to run to class, but as soon as Timmy took a step, his stomach churned loudly, and he moaned "not again" and rushed back to the toilet stall. I suggested Timmy:
'Let me tell the teacher that you're not feeling well and you can't study right now."
Timmy agreed, of course, and that's what I did. Timmy, as soon as his diarrhea stopped, went home, it seems, although after him the toilet stank for a couple more days.


Bianca

Comments To Tricky

Hi Tricky. I love your outhouse story. My poop probably would have sounded like rain in that outhouse since I can get diarrhea. Today I had a loose poop after lunch in which pressure from gas traveled to my rectum. Other than that, my poop was ok yesterday and this morning. However, I had diarrhea Sunday up to Wednesday. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good day. Bye.


Kate B.

My Worsening Incontinence

My whole life I have been accident prone. I have been a chronic bedwetter since forever and I had been known to wet (and soil) my pants more frequently than most. However, after giving birth to my twins, I have had to resort to wearing disposable panties. Over the next decade, failing to make it to the bathroom in time to pee became the norm. It wasn't until a few years ago that I started having issues holding my bowel movements.

Only a few days into the COVID-19 lockdown, back when we thought it would only last a few weeks, I was making lunch for my kids when I very suddenly needed the restroom. I didn't even get the oven mitts off before I messed myself. At the time I was still wearing Depends. I rushed to my bathroom to clean up, mortified even though no one had been around to witness my accident.

Little accidents like that continued to happen more and more frequently. I told my husband, who has always been supportive of all my bathrooms troubles, after the third accident I had of that type. It wasn't long after that my oldest daughter caught on to my developing issue. She has always known about my protection, as have my twins, but it was never really anything that was spoken about. Soon, I was soiling myself more frequently than I was successfully using the toilet.

One night all five of us were sitting in the living room. Everyone was on their phone (a pretty dystopian image if you ask me) when my bowels broke the silence. With a series of wet farts, I filled my Depends and then some, with rancid diarrhea. My face was beet red and when I finally managed to stand up, the couch was stained, my pants were stained, it was a mess. That was my first (and only so far… knock on wood) "blowout." There is nothing worse than getting a pity hug from your preteen son after spending 20 minutes cleaning your own shit off yourself. That was the night I ordered my first pack of NorthShore MegaMaxes, and those are the diapers I have worn ever since.

Now, I can't even remember the last time I used the toilet. Usually I don't really feel anything other than my diaper getting warmer and/or heavier, but every once in a while, when I do feel a sensation, I'm powerless to do anything other than use my diaper. It feels more like my body rubbing my lack of control in my face.

That's my story so far, but it not the issue I have today. I only found this site recently and have been moved by people openness to sharing their experiences, even if some of them are quite embarrassing, so I thought I would share something a little more personal.

With three teenagers in the house, it is a rare occurrence for my husband and I to be able to share some intimate time together. Last week, we had one of those golden opportunities, but a few minutes into the foreplay, before we could even get our clothes off, I made a massive load in my diaper. It totally killed the mood, and we didn't end up having any sex. I can't help but feel terrible! Now I am old, wrinkly, turning grey, and shitting in adult diapers! My husband does not want to have sex with me anymore, and I don't blame him. Like I said earlier, he has always been extremely supportive of me, but he never signed up to be married to a 41 year old woman who soils herself at least once every day!

My incontinence issues have always been a hassle, but now, for the first time, I feel as though my body has truly defeated me.


Thunder

How I Urinate

If I am at home or somebody's house , and sometimes in a public toilet I will sit down for a wee. I find it more hygienic as there are no drops around the toilet as I have trouble with after voiding dribble…. Like a leaking tap washer. The act of a sit down we is a process of relaxation. I dot on the throne and take a few slow deep breaths and I totally relax to be like a rag doll . I let my pelvic floor collapse in a heap. Then the urine flows. What happens is it flows for quite a while then slows and stops …. And then after a minute or so it starts up again and I visualise my bladder becoming totally empty and flat. Whist I am doing this I relax on every exhale and concentrate on listening to the sounds around me . Sometimes I get a surprise bonus in that poo starts to come out . When I sit to we I might not have the need of a poo but methinks due to the relaxation … thing happen. Sometimes the poo will work its way out without any pushing at all. When my bodily function have concluded I remain in a meditation state for a couple more minutes listening to sounds in my environment and relaxing on each exhale .


Anonymous Vol

Survey

Survey

1. How long does it take you to poop?

2. How much do you go when you poop?

3. Describe what your typical poop looks like.

4. If you have to poop away from home is it more important that the bathroom is clean or private?

5. Is pooping something you look forward to, something you dread,.or just part of your day?

6. What's your favorite place to poop other than your own home?

7. What's more embarrassing, poop smells or poop sounds?

8. Tell me a little about your last poop.

9. Anything else you'd like to add?


Saturday, February 10, 2024


Thunder

Bladder issues

I suppose I had no problem whatsoever until my early teenagers, when I went to standard urinal, and nothing will come out, because there were people around. It took me many many years to stop being pee shy.

When I was in my early 30s, I kept on having to get out of bed too pee many times over. I used to feel dreadful the next day and I went to the doctor . he discovered lots of kidney stones are very small size and also high uric acid. I went on a very strict seem to fix the problem to a significant extent.
All was well until a trip to Hawaii very many years ago saw me come down with kidney stones whereby I had to have a catheter etc. It was not a pleasant holiday. Things resolve themselves for awhile and then I began to get urgency and a lot of post urination dribble. The urgency was so painful and I could not control myself. I had a few squirts each time I got to that point. I went on medication and still on medication and this has improved the position to a point but only to appoint. I now wear incontinence underwear to help daily in that matter , and just as well because I'll be a soggy mess all the time. I do have any large prostate and neurological issues which contribute. The neurological issues contribute to my issues bowel issues.
I still got up a fair bit at night to go to the toilet, but practice mindfulness, meditation, and this certainly does help. What I found it took a long time for mindfulness meditation, to be of any assistance, but it is once again, to an extent. Those who have problems should see their doctor and then consider practising meditation etc.
Thanks for considering.
Thunder


STEPHEN .P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN


Came back from GYM last night ,went into house with my GYM BAG emptied on kitchen floor , drank three pints of water , picked up THETFORD ROYAL POTTIE ,went to campervan got undressed .had a wee in pottie then got into bed .A few hours later woke had a wee then again @ 3am.
The phone alarm woke me at 6;30 ,had a wee ,dressed went into house two mugs of tea then a large bowl of ALL BRANN .I made more tea then went back to campervan , put paper towel on back of pottie bowl .sat down and had a good crap then wiped with eight sheets of ELSAN BLUE toilet paper. I laid on the bed and fell asleep for four hours . I woke because I needed another NUMBER TOO ,sat on THETFORD ROYAL again and done another NUMBER TOO. I think it was the ALL BRANN I had earlier


Radu

To Darlene

I guess we're similar, because my record for peeing is also 900 ml ;) We both like toilet topics, but that's probably a feature of all people on this forum. I wish you to break the record soon.


Radu

Survey on clogging toilets

Taking advantage of the opportunity to visit this forum, I would like to refresh my survey, in which few people participated. The questions will probably not be the same and there are more of them because you don't want to look for the old ones. If anyone is wondering why I'm so interested in clogging toilets, I'll tell you in advance: Because I've never been able to do this in my life, even though I eat a lot and I think I poop a lot.
1. How often do you clog the toilet with your poop?
2. Have you ever clogged a friend's or family member's toilet with poop?
3. Have you ever had someone discover that you clogged your toilet? What was his and your reaction to this?
4. Have you ever clogged the toilet at work or school and someone found it out? What was the reaction of your friends/co-workers to this?
5. Has anyone ever been impressed by the size of your poop? What was his reaction?
6. Have you ever been proud of clogging a toilet?
7. Is there anyone in the world whose toilet you would like to clog? Who?


Tricky

Weird outhouse at a state park

This story is from roughly one and a half decades ago.

I was on a new job with a coworker. He's an old fat man that liked to eat. We'd been using GPS equipment at a state park and would be back to this location multiple times over the week. During lunch break, we drove about 15 minutes out to this greasy spoon type local restaurant. Their food was good, but it sunk into my stomach and caused it to make all sorts of raunchy noises all for the remainder of that day and all night, including while I was trying to sleep. The gurgling was loud and kept me awake.

We went back to the state park the next day. My insides had gotten quiet and everything had calmed as I worked that morning. We went to eat at the greasy spoon again. My insides remained calm, when I predicted the opposite outcome. Except I ended up not pooping that day either while we worked at the state park, or that night.

At this point, I hadn't pooped in more than 48 hours.

We went back to the state park the day after. It was morning. As we were finishing up a job assignment, my stomach started gurgling loudly. My coworker asked if I was all right. I responded in the affirmative. I didn't feel weird or sick at all. Was definitely constipated. The gurgling let me know that it was probably coming.

We went to the greasy spoon for lunch a 3rd day in a row. After we ate, I felt a need to poop. Nothing abnormal or urgent, either, but decided it would be a good idea. I headed to the Mens' room. The lone stall had someone in it pooping. I waited outside the door for 5 minutes. I checked in once. The stall never vacated. I waited outside the Mens' room again. My coworker walked over to me and reminded me we needed to be at the job site on time of the meeting, and I told him the only stall was taken. He said the job site would have a restroom.

It sure did. After I greeted some of my new temporary coworkers, I left to the restroom building, accompanied by a 30-something female coworker who needed to go as well. She was a heavy-set lady that was more muscular than obese(although was a bit of both), and she had short blonde hair and clear skin that made her look younger than she was. I was in my 20s and could pass for a 15 year old boy, and looked very unusual in a meeting full of old blue collar people that were not as well-dressed. Then we saw the building.

It was a wooden outhouse with a Mens' side and a Womens' side. I needed to poop and it was increasingly urgent. It had been 20 minutes since I left the restaurant, giving the pressure time to build, and I'd been constipated the entirety of the work week. We both went into our separate sides.

The Mens' room had a single urinal and a single vault toilet, the vault toilet obscured by a roughly 3.5-foot tall half wall and no door. The half-wall extended far out, to where using the toilet was comparable in privacy to a half-stall with a door, since the opening in the half wall didn't allow the toilet to be viewed as you were entering or standing in the room, a toilet which I didn't see until I'd walked to the half-walled area to access it.

I could see the clean floor of the vault 20 feet below in the toilet opening as I quickly took a seat on that trashcan-shaped toilet, and the half-wall extended multiple feet passed my legs and concealed me from the shoulders up as I sat on the can. I could feel a pleasantly cool breeze on my hairless butt cheeks. It was comfortable enough for me to lower my dress pants all the way to my feet, because anyone who came in would see me from the shoulders up and know not to walk into the toilet area(and I'd have plenty of time to pull my pants up if it came to that). The urinal was adjacent to where I was seated, with the shape of the urinal designed to give its user decent privacy.

I heard pee dropping into the vault below from the ladies room, hissing its way out of the lone occupant in the next room. The walls didn't go all the way to the floor, and while I couldn't see her feet, the sounds generated from each room traveled through both the bottom of the wall and the vault itself.

*SPLA-T-T-T-T-T-T-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-d-d-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-*

It was over on her side in about 15 seconds. I felt a large mass of poop painfully get stuck before it could come close to its exit point, and decided the best course of action was to push. In the process, I ripped a loud fart.

*B-R-R-R-R-R-R-T*

It felt like it shook the walls.

*plat*

The opening salvo, a small ball of poop, hit the bottom of the vault with a discreteness that echoed underneath the toilet.

I'm certain she heard it but there was no comment as I could hear her rolling the toilet paper and giving herself a quick wipe. I felt embarrassed.

As I felt more poop come to its exit point, gas forced its way out as I heard footsteps coming into the Mens' side. It was one of the redneck contractors I'd just met at a meeting on the job site. Right as he took a look at me upon entering the room...

*plapt*

That was the sound of a large and sticky ball of poop that dropped out of my ass onto the recently-cleaned surface of the vault toilet below me. We could look each other in the eye, if we wanted to. The half-wall stopped just below my shoulders.

I heard the occupant in the Womens' room pull her pants up and walk out.

He was able to suspend his disbelief enough to continue in and take a long piss at the urinal. We avoided eye contact as he pissed and I continued to loudly crackle out a big log of poo that followed the initial offerings being dropped. The urinal kept anything objectionable out of my line of site and I suffered no splashback.

As he was zipping up, the log I was pushing on dropped out.

*PLAT-tlupT*

He snickered and left.

I was wiping when my older coworker came in and saw me there. He said "Hi!" and nonchalantly used the urinal next to me as I wiped my butt.

He made no further comment of the incident or any talk during it. Maybe he sensed my embarrassment because I wasn't very chatty while seated on that toilet. I wasn't very chatty when we sat next to each other in adjacent stalls at a rest stop a month prior either, so he probably got the idea that I didn't like conversing with people while pooping. Which was the case at the time.

When we met outside, everything was back to normal and I answered questions pertaining to the job. He offered me a paper towel and some hand sanitizer too, since the building didn't have any water for hand washing. There was no secret with regard to what I was doing in there after all. At least 3 people knew what I did in there.

The next day, my crap pile was still there, visible on the floor of the vault as I'd left it. No one else added any poop to it, neither here or on the Womens' side. Whoever used the Womens' side would have been able to see it too. And that morning, both me and that 30-something female coworker both went into our separate restrooms to pee, so she likely saw what she heard me leave there the previous day.


Gina

Kelly and Aileen

Hi Kelly,

Hopefully you read about mine and Darlene's stories on this website. Yes, it's 100% true, bladders do come in all sizes. Fortunately or unfortunately for some, theirs just happen to be the size of a pregnant whale as I like to say.

I've probably heard at least a thousand men and women peeing, and there's no rhyme or reason to who is going to keep me company in a bathroom and even hold me hostage to their surreal, endless peeing. I do mean ENDLESS. It can start at a young age and trust me, even the older ladies can fit a 5 gallon jug of piss in their bladder. Same with the men, but it's harder to hear them going.

Anyway I'd love to share more stories when I can make time to write them. I have many stories of hearing "mega bladder" women pee (not me LOL). "Mega" might be an understatement LOL, as no words can describe what these women can do. I'm sure you and Aileen know this already. I'm very confident the few I've heard could even shock both of you...


Thunder

Bathroom Privacy & other subjects

This morning a read a news feed about women not wanting to poop around their boy friends. They think it would upset the mystic in their relationship.
My viewpoint is different in that if a girl (women) has a BM in or near my presence it is a vote of confidence in the relationship.
We all shit, so get use to it.
I mentioned one of my therapist for toilet assistance said for me to not rush it , take my time and it is natural.
On another subject I mentioned in my post yesterday about time in public toilets etc. Those I feel sorry for are people who , due to queues to toilets are restricted in the time they need to spend to get a satisfactory evacuation.
I note Beck's post about a stronger bladder....I wish I had a stronger bladder too! My problem is a combination of prostate trouble and neurological issues. I still manage good enough.
Thunder


Reply to Becky

Don't hate yourself for something you can't control. There's literally nothing you can do about it. When we don't drink enough water that can also cause urgency. Without enough water urine becomes more acidic and irritates the bladder in a way that makes it feel more full than it is. You might want to talk to your doctor about water consumption and how often you're peeing. They may be able prescribe or suggest something. OK, so maybe there is one thing you can do about it, lol. But beyond that, it's just a fact of life that when you gotta go you gotta go.

Actually, I do have a second suggestion, since you mentioned diapers. A more dignified alternative to diapers would be an external catheter. But I suppose that's just a matter of perspective, you might not see that as more dignified.


Mary

Reply regarding modesty peeing

J.: At least in my circle of friends, modesty peeing is relatively common.

You said you have several lady friends who do that too. I'd love to hear more about that. Have they told you about them performing modesty pees, or have you seen them do that yourself? If you know any, please share stories of them performing modesty pees!


STEPHEN . P

Last Wednesday took bedding round to laundry , the wash cycle is 80 minutes so went back to campervan sat in drivers seat to read a book .
Twenty minutes later had urge for BM,went to locker pulled pottie into galley area paper towel on back of bowl and went a NUMBER TOO ,wiped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL .I put the pottie back into locker wiped my hands with wet wipes read some more then went back to laundry collected the washing and drove home.
Thursday woke to sound of alarm went downstairs made tea ,went to van sat on pottie had a wee could not poop, same on Friday . Saturday woke to sound of alarm had a wee in THETFORD ELEGANCE in bedroom went downstairs
made tea then went to shed sat on THETFORD 33 for twenty minutes could not poop.
I returned to the kitchen had more tea put on my boots went into garden to sweep the leaves and a general clean up one hour later had a urge for a BM, I carefully walked to the shed ,dropped my jogging bottoms and pants sat on THETFORD 33 pottie ten seconds later pooped a large load then pooped again I raised myself up looked between my legs it was two inches from the rim.I activated the slide then started to have a wee lasting two minutes a few minutes later wiped with KIMBERLY CLARK toilet paper


Annie

Had a pretty big thick soft poop

I got up this morning, went pee, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had oatmeal with bananas, beans, pineapple, chili pepper/powder, milk, peas or lima beans. Just a few minutes ago I had to go upstairs to use the bathroom since someone downstairs is showering and there's no toilet paper downstairs. Went upstairs, went into the washroom up there, turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet l, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a lot of thick but soft poop (one big log). I was done within about a minute. P.U. lol. Reached into the drawer in the washroom (she has toilet paper on the toilet paper holder for her and her family and toilet paper in a small drawer attached to the sink for everyone else), took some toilet paper, put the roll back into the drawer, closed it and wiped well. Tossed the dirty toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. Wow! There was a pretty big thick though soft poop in the toilet. I guess all the beans, etc at breakfast helped push that out. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands, turned off the light and went downstairs to my room. Dried my hands on the towels in here and now writing this. You can't leave your towel etc in the washroom otherwise people will use it despite my caregiver putting up a sign in the washroom saying do not use other mates sanitaries and cleaning items. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and having a good weekend.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Anna from Austria
@Chakamami Nice to hear from you lovely ladies again.

As a person who has to poop in public almost every day when I am out, I would not be a fan of public toilets that tell you how long you are sitting on the toilet already. It is somehow rude to tell everybody how long you are already in a stall.

Greetings from Austria

Anna


Trina

For Hala

Hala,

Thanks for sharing your accident story. If you look around here you'll see you are far from the only one to have that happen. Some of us have had it happen multiple times! Try not to let it get you down, it happens, doesn't make you less of a person!

Feel better,
Trina


Thunder

Chakamami Crushes

Thanks for your post, it was very interesting. Only the other day, one of the therapist told me to take longer we're doing a poo and do not rush it.
As to timing public toilets, it really depends, and there is no problem with 20 minutes or longer if you're not stopping anybody else, still using the toilets. if it is crowded, then that's a different story. I know I meditate on public toilets and I can maybe be there for 20 minutes or close to it. I mentioned an article I read that that men spend on the toilet than women, however, men have far less in the way of bowel issues. I think that's because they relax more.
There was also the news I read that long periods on the toilet to give you haemorrhoids, and this might be some if you are straining. If you are just sitting there relaxing then probably not much of a problem.
I support you in the time on the toilet And particularly have to have a good poo out of it.
Sit on the toilet and enjoy!
Thunder


Annie

Really stinky splattery poop after lunch

For lunch at almost noon I had a sandwich with ground beef, cheese, avocado and hot sauce. For after lunch was an apple, a cup of tea (I made that) and a mug of milk. A few minutes ago I got a pretty major urge to poop. It wasn't diarrhea but it felt like it was going to be mushy (no surprise with all the fruit and stuff I have been eating. Went to the washroom (no toilet paper. My caregiver has none and because of my brain surgery and stroke I can't go out by myself without someone's help), turned on the light, closed the door and walked to the toilet. Pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed and had a really stinky splattery poop. It was really quick and stinky lol. Once I was done I stood up, turned on the tap, ran the soap under water, rubbed the soap between my hands and put the bar of soap back. Soaped up my butt with the soap on my hands and rinsed once I was clean. Pulled my pants (dark sweatpants) and underwear (beige/cream coloured high cut underwear) up, turned to look in the toilet. P.U. There was a good amount of soft poop in the toilet, floating in there. Stunk too lol. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands well, went to my room, dried my hands on the towel in here, went outside my room, took off THOSE flip flops, went back into my room, put those flip flops on and now writing this. Second crap I've had today wow. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Scooter

A friend's school poop

Tricky, another great pooping at school story (in this case, a school field trip) about the boy who had to take a BIG poop in the old park bathroom with a half wall and no door. You have the best stories! This reminded me of a poop at school story of my own from 1st grade. I was attending school at a small private school in an older building built in the 50's. The boys bathrooms had a line of urinals on one wall (the old kind that went all the way down to the floor) and a line of 6 or 7 toilets with no stall doors on the opposite wall. When it was time for our morning bathroom break the teacher would just send two students at a time and the next person would leave when someone came back. I would sometimes have to poop really bad and usually just did it rather than suffer holding it. But this story is not about me but, rather, my classmate Todd. When a fellow student came back and it was my turn I walked into the bathroom to find a shoes, socks, a shirt, pants and underwear all sitting in the floor in front of one of the toilets (about in the middle of the row). When I walked to the urinal I saw Todd sitting there popping completely naked! Once I finished by business he asked if I could get him some toilet paper since he did not have any. He was probably comfortable asking me because he knew that I would not laugh or make fun of him because I also pooped at school. Todd had thick thighs that when pressed against the toilet seat expanded to cover most of the gap between his legs, so I could not see his poop when I handed him the toilet paper. I assumed he had to take a huge poop based on the smell. After giving him the TP I washed my hands and left the bathroom. I had never seen anyone take ALL his clothing off to poop. Years later I read something online about a certain percentage of men who can't poop or have trouble pooping unless they are completely naked. The article said the boys probably were naked when potty training and then psychologically now have to be naked to make pooping easier. The article reported that by removing all clothing there are no pressure points on the body and that was the body's cue to relax and have a bowel movement. Interesting and it make me think of Todd when I read that.


Tricky

Re: Jry; Using weird outhouse during field trip

That was an interesting and well-written recount of your experience with that outhouse. I've encountered multi-user restrooms with multiple vault-toilets plus a urinal in each, without stalls or even basic privacy partitions of any sort. Mostly at certain campgrounds and state parks 20+ years ago. That would probably be my closest experience I could compare to that weird outhouse.

As a kid of that age, I'd have done everything I could have to hold in a crap. It wasn't until I was 16 that I would even entertain the idea of openly pooping in the presence of others, albeit strangers and not people I knew, and that only became a possibility because I was forced to use such a facility at a military base. Many times in adulthood I still deliberately avoided using doorless stalls or stall-less toilets to poop at all kinds of locations where I came across them. Half-stalls were about the minimum extent of my comfort zone regarding privacy to where I would poop somewhere without hesitation with others in the room when the need arose. It took emergencies to convince me to use facilities without doors or stalls when I was presented with them.

In the situation you describe, if I was in the position of having to use the pooping side of the weird outhouse and knew I couldn't hold it, I'd have chosen the hole nearest to the trough as well, and if that was taken, I'd certainly have picked the hole nearest the entrance, because I'd prefer not to be sitting next to someone. However, if I were the only person there, I'd probably have picked the middle hole because it was likely to have received the least use(therefore been the cleanest), and run the risk of another entrant having no choice but to take an adjacent seat.


Princess Toadstool Peach

A Big Gassy Poo followed by a Rather Long Wee in the Toilet

Hey there everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach. And today I am getting ready for the morning after a perfect goodnight long deep sleep. 1st I brush my teeth, then I shower, then I wash my face, then I shave my pubes, next I head over to the toilet after my bladder tingles needing to wee and my ???? squeezes needing to poo feeling a lot of breaking wind from last night's corn dinner. I lift my dress, yank down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and sits on the toilet adjusting my legs and squatting on my footstool. As I sat I read a newspaper while I wait then my ???? squeezes again as I fart strong and loud (PAAAAAAAARRRRRPPP!!) followed by me relaxing and letting all the yellow tinkle pee wee flow out of my big dapper but lovely vagina bladder (TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dripdripdrop!) Phew I thought I never finish then after that weeing it's time to do a...(PAAAAAAAARRRRRPPP!!) Boy I DO feel gassy today. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah it's time to do a big poo. I push and squeeze opening my bottom cheeks as I feel my poo peeking out of my bottom poo hole then (PAAAAAAAARRRRRPPP!! PLOP PLIP PLOP SPLUNK PLOP PLOP PLUNK PLIP PLIP PLOP PLUNK!) Wow that was a lot but least the hot gas is all gone. Then I grab some toilet paper and wipe my vagina bladder right between my legs then my bottom nice and clean, throw away the paper, stand up, lift down my dress and pull up my panties and then flush the toilet letting all my business go down the drain. Anyway talk to you soon. Bye Bye now!


Monday, February 5, 2024


STEPHEN . P
Three weeks ago while emptying the ADVENTURIDGE portta potty noticed the slide had collapsed so put the spare in the campervan .After long service
1200 NUMBER TOO and 24 toilet rolls @ 400 sheets


Thunder

Primetime, TV

I posted yesterday, amongst other things about a rather basic television commercial on the day before being prime time TV about a younger man having trouble doing a poo. You like it took me back awhile to a television segment on the same TV channel which has a very big audience And it was about using the mobile phone and texting in the toilet
It showed a young lady sitting on the throne, profile angle and texting away and then wiping her bottom . whilst you could not see the young ladies face if you knew her, you'd be able to see who she was by her profile.
It was very funny that the anchor and he's offside. We're screaming at the executive producer to get this segment off, it was not appropriate at this really family television.
From time to time we get a spate of laxative commercials which are rather graphic and synth on all the time, and then they disappear for awhile and someone slide it back again. It might be a young lady, saying how bunged is and then take these tablets before bed and tomorrow success. One big easy motion and you are right for the day.
From my experience, this is false advertising from my experience because laxatives for me all sorts of different times all sorts of different rates, and the only thing they all have in common is the unpredictability. They ultimately work I do not know where I'll be without them.


Becky

I wish I had a stronger bladder :(

It's impossible for me to be properly hydrated and not have to pee every hour. I'm not sure what it is, blood sugar is OK. But even if I cut back on water, I generally have to pee every 2 or 3 hours. This sucks at work and I think it's why I get headaches so often. And yesterday, we had a problem with the water in the bathrooms at work, so I had to find somewhere else to go when my shift ended. I felt bad for asking so I bought something. I hate having to spend money just to use the bathroom somewhere. I'm off for a couple of days so I hope it's fixed when I get back. If not, I'm going to be dehydrated AF. So stressed out.

Sometimes my bladder is more normal and I have to go every 3-5 hours instead. But yeah, this just sucks. It's part of the reason I don't like traveling. I'm a bit of a germaphobe so I'd prefer to wait, but I just can't. If the situation doesn't improve at work I might have to tell then I need some time off, as stupid as that sounds. It's just too stressful and I can't take care of myself. As it is, I feel like I'm not taking care of myself.

I hate myself for this because there are certain jobs I don't feel I could do just because of my weak bladder. Teaching, nursing, Amazon, call centers. Tbh I wouldn't want to do these jobs anyway, but I just hate myself for NOT being able to do them. Yes diapers are a thing, but I want at least some dignity.

I've always been like this. I think it's connected to my anxiety. If I'm stressed, I have to pee a lot. And EVERYTHING stresses me out.

BTW, my roommate has been better about cleaning up her messes. I'm very relieved (pun intended).


Darlene

I almost overflowed my container yesterday..

So, I was trying to beat my record from last time and didn't get to where I wanted because of course some spilled onto the floor but if it hadn't, it definitely would've overflowed. I peed up to 900ml that morning in my measuring jug and obviously was past due for a piss. I couldn't wait to go honestly.. well there is always next time and a need to piss again.. Thanks for listening!


Hala
A few weeks ago I had my first ever accident at the age of 34 and I am still a little shocked by it. I hope sharing it will help.

I always have a big and fairly urgent morning poop after breakfast and one day the urge came on a bit earlier while I was still eating. So, I held it while I finished up. Then I got a text from my friend saying she'd be over in about an hour, and I panicked because I'd forgotten I'd invited her and my place was a mess. I got up and began rushing around tidying and cleaning. I had to poop pretty badly but thought I could hold it a bit and get a couple things tidied first.

Then it just...happened. My poop was pushing hard to come out, and I'd squeeze and dance and kind of suck it back in, so to speak. But my stomach suddenly clenched and the poop came out so forcefully I was not able to stop it, and it poked out too far to suck it back. I was absolutely in shock feeling a full turd just come out! I froze and ended up taking the whole dump in my underwear just awkwardly stood there in my living room with my knees buckled together.

I'd never pooped my pants before and was utterly shocked that I'd been unable to hold it in my own house. Even more embarrassing is that I became overwhelmed with shame and humiliation and couldn't hold back my tears. I cried while waddling to the bathroom and cried even harder when I saw the shade of red that my face was. The rest of the day I just felt a bit low. I could almost feel the phantom ball of poop touching my butt long after I'd cleaned out my pants. I was fairly quiet with my friend too but couldn't bear to tell her why, so I didn't. I honestly think it was a bit traumatizing to be honest! Having an unexpected accident was a really dysregulating experience and I think I'm still trying to deal with the shock and the shame of it all. Anyway I'll definitely be more careful in the future as well now that I know what my body will do if I try and fight it.


Jessica The Cleaning lady

funny Interaction with friend again

Hey thanks for the feedback everyone. I'm glad you enjoyed my story. And You guys seem to want more so I'm happy to share .

So this happened. probably about 3 months before the last one . The one with the tech guy at the college I clean at. I remember this incident fairly well, It happened when I was cleaning as usual. I was just texting my friend Katie at the moment. I hear footsteps coming from the hall and leading up to the men's room. I figure they will pass by , but they don't. They get louder as they enter "Hey ..I'm in here ,I'm cleaning '" I yell out. when I say that The tech guy turns the corner. "whoa What the hell are you doing here, You're always in here" . I look at him and point to my cleaning supplies. My sarcastic tone in full effect . " Well I have to drop a dookie" he says with a smirk. " Um.. I'm cleaning , You're gonna have to be a big boy and hold it". I go back to texting and pretend like he left. " I'm going anyway" he says as he marched into a stall and slams the door. I don't even have time to react and this guy is already pulling his pants down and plopping down . it was quite a thud , this dude is a bigger guy. I am friendly with guy, so I assume he feels comfortable pooping while a cleaning person is present. I start to walk away," Hey Jessica!" he shouts from the stall. I sigh "...Yes". Through the stall he says "I need more Toilet paper" . "Um.. I'll leave some out for you" I reply and get a couple rolls of my cart. My plan is to leave them on the sink and leave. " Bring it over here " he grunts with a fart and and explosion of loud diarrhea. I couldn't believe how loud it was ,and It was repeating too. I couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sound. "OK I'm coming .. you nasty dude hahaha" I chuckle ,bring the TP to the stall and place it down. Now the smell was overtaking the bathroom, so I was holding it. " No slide it " he shouts. " No I'm not. I'm leaving its pretty stinky in here" I say and walk out. He was too busy doing his nasty business to follow up with further inquiries. I just wanted to share that story, and more stories will be coming soon. thanks peeps!!


Richard W

To VioletIndigo

I read your story about the huge poop you had an I was impressed! It was a wise move of you not to toss the toilet paper into the toilet, because it probably would have caused a clog.
I was wondering: do you regularly leave skid marks (streaks in the bowl)? And what about your girlfriend?


Annie

Huge poop shortly after breakfast

This morning I got up, went pee, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Slowly ate a bowl of bananas in chili pepper water with rice and cheese. It tasted good. After breakfast I took my medications, took my Walmart bag and water jar and went downstairs (my caregiver was in her room). I felt very full and uncomfortable until about 5 minutes ago. I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a lot of poop-one big log. It fell heavily into the toilet when I was done. Reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper, wiped my front first then wiped my butt really well. Tossed the paper between my legs into the toilet. Stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. WOW! This took up most of the toilet bowl! It was really thick too. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands well, grabbed the Walmart bag and left the washroom after turning off the light. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy. Please have a good weekend!

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


ToiletKid

Pooping in the hospital

One day, one of my classmates became seriously ill and his parents had to take him to the hospital. When he got a little better, my parents and I decided to visit him. After the visit, when we were about to leave, I wanted to go to the toilet. There were toilets in the hospital, of course, and this was by the way. So I went to the hospital bathroom. In the toilet, locking myself, I pulled down my pants and underpants and sat down on the toilet. At first, I pushed a little, farting, then a few poo crawled out and quickly fell into the toilet. I wiped my ass with toilet paper, got dressed, flushed and went out.


Regular Mike

Birthday party poop

Hi. I've looked at this site before, but this is my first time to write. One story that's interesting to me is an old story by Mike H. He told of a time when he was at the birthday party of a female cousin of his. There were at least six girls at the party, whereas he was the only boy. Well, it came about that after he had gone into the house to go poop in the basement bathroom, all the girls at the party entered into the house through the outside door of the bathroom. They all saw him on the toilet, though his cousin was gracious enough to quickly escort her friends out of the bathroom and into the next room. It's a cute story, and worth the read if you haven't read it yet. However, there are some details I wish I knew…

For one, when Mike entered the house to use the bathroom, is the outside door to the restroom the door through which he entered? If so, then didn't he realize that the girls at the party could enter just as he did? If he entered through another door (such as the front door to the house), then what was his reason for going down to the basement to use the restroom? Because the main bathroom upstairs was occupied? Perhaps because he wished to avoid stinking up the main floor, making it obvious that he had pooped? Also, if there was no door between the laundry room and the basement, then did he really expect to have privacy during his time in the bathroom? I'm just curious. Apparently, Mike and the kids at the party were near the age of twelve. I know that when I was twelve I would have strongly avoided not only being seen on the toilet, especially by girls, but I would not have wanted even to poop at a party, especially with girls present. But I wonder if Mike H. was at least in part hoping to be seen on the toilet.

I imagine this would be a very embarrassing experience for a young man of that age. That is an age when there are so many feelings that are hard to understand anyway. And yet I almost wonder if it would be a good experience to go through. As for myself, I didn't have any sisters growing up, so I was hardly ever around a girl when she pooped and there were hardly ever girls around when I pooped. I have wondered if that is one reason I seem to have a sense of shame about that bodily function of mine, and why I have the interest I do in women going poop. I suspect that the simple truth is that we all just want to be loved, and maybe we want to know we are loved even though our poop stinks, and even though we might look silly as we poop. In turn, we might also take an interest in the vulnerability of others, particularly of the opposite sex, while they poop. What are your thoughts about this?

I'm not married, but if I were I am sure I would discuss this with my wife. I imagine there is a mature and healthy way to deal with these feelings within the context of a marriage. I think people should feel free to share with their spouse either their desire to see the other poop or to be seen by the other going poop. I know I would want to experience both situations, as well as a buddy dump. But then I also think people should feel free to express their fears and reservations about those situations. Spouses should be patient with each other in these matters. Love, respect, acceptance, consideration and honor are what matters.


Annie

HUGE poop half an hour after breakfast

Got up this morning, went pee and brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had bananas (chopped up) and black beans in water with chili powder. It tasted good. After breakfast (about half an hour later) I took my medications, took my Walmart bag and water jar and went downstairs to my room. Stomach felt full though satisfied after breakfast. Finally a few minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag (with my notebook, toilet paper etc in it. It makes it easier for me to carry everything), took my bedroom flip flops off at the door, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put the flip flops outside my room on, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door (feels so much better that I can finally open and close the door properly), walked to the toilet. Pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first for about 30 seconds then pushed. A HUGE thick solid poop came out and filled the toilet. Once I pushed out the last of it I grabbed the toilet paper, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag and wiped first my front then wiped my butt until there was no marks on the toilet paper. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. WOW! This thing was massive and solid, taking up most of the toilet bowl! Damn. No wonder I have been feeling so uncomfortable and full. It's not everything out yet but I should be able to get rid of the rest of this by the end of the day. Flushed the toilet and it went down no problem. Whew. Went to the sink, turned on the tap, washed my hands well, turned off the tap. Grabbed my Walmart bag, left the washroom, turned off the light, went to my room, changed my flip flops once I came into my room and now writing this. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy. Please be safe and have a good weekend!

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Thunder

Primetime, TV

I posted yesterday, amongst other things about a rather basic television commercial on the day before being prime time TV about a younger man having trouble doing a poo. You like it took me back awhile to a television segment on the same TV channel which has a very big audience And it was about using the mobile phone and texting in the toilet
It showed a young lady sitting on the throne, profile angle and texting away and then wiping her bottom . whilst you could not see the young ladies face if you knew her, you'd be able to see who she was by her profile.
It was very funny that the anchor and he's offside. We're screaming at the executive producer to get this segment off, it was not appropriate at this really family television.
From time to time we get a spate of laxative commercials which are rather graphic and synth on all the time, and then they disappear for awhile and someone slide it back again. It might be a young lady, saying how bunged is and then take these tablets before bed and tomorrow success. One big easy motion and you are right for the day.
From my experience, this is false advertising from my experience because laxatives for me all sorts of different times all sorts of different rates, and the only thing they all have in common is the unpredictability. They ultimately work I do not know where I'll be without them.


Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)

How long to stay in loo

Hi Everybody, we hope you are very fine, no influenza, no corona, no norovirus, and in south, no heatstroke.

This morning when we were on loo (all four same loo because Saturday) we talked about when we went to loo in shopping mall for fun.

We think, Mina wrote about that, but didn't write about screen. It made us to angry little bit. So Mina write now.

It was weekday we went to shopping mall loo, so not crowded, we could take long time. So we went four cubicles and started to shitting. And we shitted again and again and again. Many many times and lots mierda.

On wall to right side of us, there was screen. It showed many adverts. But suddenly, all four at same time, screen said, "you are sitting on this loo more than ten minutes!" Of course in Japanese, Mina translate.

All four of us, we look at screen with angry face. If it is week-end and loo is crowded, we can understand. But weekday when loo is empty? We don't understand.

That time, our bottoms still full, so we continue sit and we produce more mierda. Then screen said, "you are sitting this loo more than 15 minutes!!"

We didn't wait for "20 minutes" because four loos were very full and four bottoms were very empty. So we washed our bottom and dried and went out of loo to wash hands.

We were not so happy about screen, but we had very good time in loo, so we said each other, "never mind".

And now we are thinking. We sometimes feel, society say it is sin to stay on loo very long time and produce twenty turds one sitting. Of course Kazu's mother often said. She always angry when she hear 20 plop sounds through toilet door while Kazu is there long time with busy naked bottom.

Why it is bad to stay on loo long time and do many many mierda?? If we are in school or office or meeting, it is bad perhaps, but if we are free, it OK we think. Before, Hisae used to be society style, stay short time and go to loo for motion many times in one day. Now she is same style with her three crushes. Go to loo once in a day, sit long time, produce many many many plops.

We are interested opinion of people this site. Do you think it is bad thing? We are happy to read honest answer from everyone.

Love to everyone.

Chakamami


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