Responses and Diarrhea during Basketball GameHi, it's Becc. Been a while, I know. Busy summer! First, some responses:
To Mina, I appreciate your comments! My "poop" project was to see if my entire family of nine people would poop differently even if we ate the same foods and same quantities during one month. Even though we all ate the same, all of our bowel habits were different. It was a fun project!
To Jake P: I am studying to be a PA in a gastroenterology practice, so here goes some advice. Be intentional about asking her about her bowel habits and maybe share a little bit about your story, so to break the ice. It's not uncommon for a child her age to begin to be shy, embarrassed or self-conscious about her bowel habits. Second, this is definitely something that you should bring up to her pediatrician. Her doctor might want to refer her directly to a gastroenterologist, or he/she might want her to keep a journal of what she eats and her bowel movements to see if there are foods that trigger her condition.
Another thing you could try is to remove fast foods, sodas, and junk food from her diet and add cereals, fresh vegetables, and other products high in fiber. Fiber supplements can help, but don't do that without talking to a doctor.
If you feel uncomfortable talking to her, then, if you are close to your mother or have a sister that is close to Kayla, that could be helpful. She is also getting close to the age for her menstrual cycle to begin, and may need female support.
Lastly, this will negatively effect her self-esteem and self-confidence as she moves into her teen years. She will not go out, date or get involved in extra-curricular activities if she's afraid that she might have an accident or a desperate need to defecate in a social situation. Teens with chronic pain can turn to drugs to self-medicate. You don't want that for your daughter.
All the best to you, Jake. I admire you for raising your daughter as a single father, considering how young you are. - Becc
OK, here's my story, one of the several that I promised to share. Remember, I'm 6'2 in a family of tall, big-boned, plus-sized women. Being the tallest, I played volleyball, basketball and softball in high school and basketball in college for a small, private school.
This happened my sophomore year in high school, during our first round state playoff game. I was a starter on the team and the team's leader in rebounds. So, I was pretty important to the team. I noticed that, when we got to the locker room (we were the visiting team) that I didn't feel like myself. I was tired, low, and felt a little clammy and achy. I knew what that meant - stomach virus. It had already hit some of my sisters and was making its way through our family. And, it was at both-ends. I though I would be OK because Mary didn't have it. We shared a room and bathroom, and I was careful not to use any other bathroom in the house. But, to my efforts, I could not avoid it.
I told the coach that I did not feel good, that my sisters had a stomach virus, and that I felt like I was getting it. But I told her that I wanted to play. I wasn't just saying that. I'm ultra competitive, probably because I always felt I was in competition with my perfect and beautiful older sister, Mary.
The coach told me to report to the assistant coach and keep her updated on how I was feeling and to let her know if I needed anything. He was a grandfatherly, older gentleman and he would not make me play sick or injured if I didn't feel like it.
I was hoping that whatever was going to happen first - vomiting or diarrhea - would happen before we took the court. I visited the toilet, but could only pee a little. When it was time for warm-ups, we took the court and went through our lay-ups, three-man weave, and other drills. We always closed by shooting free throws. I noticed my stomach beginning to hurt and cramp. It was an achy feeling, but the cramps intensified pretty quick.
So, it was to be diarrhea first for me. I told the assistant, who got our trainer to escort me back to the locker room, where I took the middle seat, and exploded. It was a lot! I had a firm ball of poop that uncorked a load of mush. It was very relieving! I actually felt better after going. But that's the tease of a stomach virus. You always feel better after you get some of the waste out. Then, it's like it fills back up and you feel bad again, maybe worse.
I played the first quarter pretty well. I was off on my shots, but rebounded well and played good defense. The others would need to take over the scoring load. The coach took me out at the beginning of the second quarter. When I sat down and got still on the bench, I realized that I felt bad again. My stomach was crampy and I felt wasted. At about the 6-minute mark, the coach sent me back in. He could tell I didn't feel good, but I told him I wanted to play. So, I got back in. On that very possession, I got an offensive rebound and was fouled as I went up for the shot. I would have two free-throws. When I got to the line, the ref tossed me the ball. All of the sudden, major cramps seized my stomach. I dropped the ball and clutched my stomach. I could not move.
My first thought was, "I'm about to shit my pants in front of this entire gym, the fans, everyone." That was an awful feeling. Our coach called timeout and the trainer came out on the court. She asked if I was OK? I said, "Please get me to the locker room." I was in tears. Now, I could feel the diarrhea knocking at my back door. My anus was pulsating, like it could give way in a minute. I looked down the whole time as the trainer escorted me into the locker room. I made it to the toilet. Good thing, because this diarrhea was mainly brown liquid. It poured out of me like water being dumped from a bucket. I sat there for a few minutes, but it seemed like eternity. Then it started again. This time, the dumping liquid ended with a loud, booming fart. I didn't care though. Our trainer had children. She's heard this before. I cleaned up. After I came out of the stall, washed my hands, our trainer had two blue pills of Imodium and offered them to me.
The team came back in at halftime. We were behind by ten points. The coach went over the strategy, and said to the girls, "We're going to have to do without Becc." When I heard that I said, "No way. I'm playing." The team got ready to go out and I had to go to the bathroom again. More diarrhea, but this time it was not as much. The trainer gave me one more Immodium and some Gatorade.
Well, I didn't have any more diarrhea, scored 21 points in the second half and we won the game by two points.
I did throw up in the locker room after the game was over - twice. But that was the only time that I had to vomit. I had diarrhea the next day, but was back to normal by that evening.
I was pretty proud of myself. But, what if I had shit myself on that free-throw line???
To Jake and events at the hostelTo Jake P. : Hey Jake, first I wanted to tell you I respect you a lot for raising your daughter alone, and this from such a young age. It must be an incredible task! I hope you get a lot of support from family and friends. Kayla surely is very self conscious about her condition, and one's Dad (or Mom if the child is a boy) is probably the last person one wants to talk with about bodily functions. Really, it is nothing personal, take no offense. My piece of advice would be: do not pressure her, otherwise she'll feel attacked. She wants to be an adult. However, make sure she can go see a physician (for an "unrelated condition" maybe?), so she might address the situation. If you've got medication, you could maybe leave a very small amount "laying around", to see whether she takes it. If she does, you can address the issue and bring her to a doctor who'll give her what she needs and explain IBS.
I was staying at a hostel recently while on a city trip. It was very nice, but it would probably have been even better if I hadn't been alone.
The hostel was very nice, clean and quiet. The only unisex bathroom consisted of a room with two toilet stalls and two shower stalls was to be shared between the many guests, but saw surprisingly little activity.
When I woke up the first morning, I went to the bathroom with my towel and my toiletries. Nobody was there. I first had a pee, the took a quick shower, got dressed and brushed my teeth. While I was brushing them, a short brunette with braids, who looked super sleepy, entered the bathroom and locked herself in a toilet stall. She immediately started peeing, but not for long though. After two seconds of silence, a distinctive "plop" came from her stall. Then another one, and many more. I counted eight or nine plops, always separated by two seconds of silence. She then pulled off some paper (just once), wiped and flushed. She unlocked the door and left the room without even washing her hands! I thought her behavior was a little weird. One thing is sure: she was a fast pooper!
Then I left the hostel to go have breakfast. I found a lovely place where I was served a delicious cappuccino. So you can guess what I did after I paid the bill and left a generous tip... :-)
The next morning, I woke up quite late. I went to the bathroom and made myself ready for the day. I was alone the whole time. I went back to my room and readied my stuff. Just as I was about to leave, I felt a fullness in my lower belly, so I thought it would be a good idea to pay another visit to the bathroom. As I was getting there, I saw two Italian teenagers passing the door. They apparently both had to use the toilet because both stalls were occupied. They were talking loudly and laughing across the stalls. Both of them were have noisy bowel movements, which they (probably) thought was funny, because they'd stop talking, fart or plop, and then burst into laughter. I haven't had the chance of being around boys that much (I don't have brothers), so I suppose that's just how teenagers behave.
Then one wiped (many times), then flushed and opened the door. He turned crimson when he saw me, they probably did not hear me walking in! He looked down and went washing his hands very thoroughly as I took his stall. It was quite smelly in there, but not terrible. And he had left just a small brown skidmark on the bottom.
So I sat down as the tank refilled and tried to relax. The boy in the other stall was wiping too by then, and he left after washing his hands. However, I did not manage to do anything more than farting twice. So I wiped, flushed, washed my hands and left the place.
Love and take care,
cow pie.Today after mowing the neighbor's lawn early ( it was going to rain) and taking a walk this morning, it was time. My butt had that warm feeling inside of it, of poop pressed up ready to leave. I'm sitting in my computer chair at my computer desk by the bed. I've texted a couple of friends and I'm watching some DVR'd Family Guy. It smells like eggs because of a couple of quiet farts that came out of my feminine looking butt. I am a male, but my butt looks kinda feminine in you know what I mean. It is 10:50 AM and it is time. I pulled up the toilet lid and I sat on the toilet forwards, but I sat on it as far forward as possible with my butthole at the very front of the toilet and my butt allowed some squishy sounding but kinda quiet poop to fall out into the toilet. It was in the shape of a cow pie and it smelled like eggs. I tried to see if I could push more. It always feels like I need to go more at the end of my poops. As my brain sent the signals to move my butthole, my penis moved with it up and down. For some reason the two are connected to the same brainwave. My penis was hanging over the floor and my shorts. thankfully my pee didn't need to come out while I was pooping. After I stood up and looked at my cow pie I peed on it. This split the cow pie into two and since I peed directly on top of the poop, some of it rubbed off making brown water, making it look like I had exploded....I sure wish I could explode, Rochelle makes it sound so fun. I wiped my butt with paper towls and then flushed. Hope you enjoyed it.
My brother's accidentHey everyone. I've posted here before, but just a reminder: I'm in my early 20s and am constipated a lot. Though this time I'm actually not talking about my constipation, but a recent accident my younger brother had. He seems to be prone to accidents (I for example haven't had one in years):
This morning I noticed my brother farting a lot, but that doesn't usually mean much because we both fart in front of each other freely, but I did consider that maybe it was because he had to poop. Well naturally he goes to his computer first and gets distracted, then my mom goes in the shower and you can hear the water running. It's at that point that my brother tells me has to poop badly! He's in nothing but his shirt and his briefs and he's pacing around the room trying to hold it in. I can see his face contorting as he suppresses the urge to go. I was like "come on, Chris, don't have another accident!" and he held it in for a while, unable to get in the bathroom, but eventually he stopped, got that familiar look on his face, and before I knew he was pushing poop into his briefs. It was a big amount and he looked so relieved afterwards, but I felt bad knowing the pain it is to clean up. Luckily my mom got out of the shower shortly afterward and he was able to get in the bathroom and clean up. Our room still smelled strongly of poop after that though.
My PoopsHi again Optional Person. My poops were slimy more often following gallbladder removal last year, plus I had diarrhea much back then, too. My bowels now have seemed to correct themselves, and things are better. I'm sure what happened afterwards is that due to not having my gallbladder, my bowels would get filled with excess bile causing the diarrhea, and slime on TP. I was a bit less regular before the surgery, so I'd say my bowel movements have increased since it, but not too much. The most poops I did in a day following the removal was close to 6 a day, but I usually had 4 poops a day. My lowest amounts were 1 to 2 poops a day. General anesthesia from an oxygen mask before my first procedure made me feel a bit giddy in the head, and I remember my ears closing when the stuff had taken full affect, but I'm fortunate things were caught in time. Being sick in the bathroom with nausea wasn't fun. Also while in I think elementary school, I met someone in a wheelchair named Shelby. She had to wear diapers due to incontinence just like I needed to in school back then. In high school I met some special needs kids that were wheelchair bound, and I think they had to wear diapers. They couldn't talk, and I believe one of them had an oxygen tube.
Massive poopHello! Back on the toilet Again! I feel something long coming out. My first log followed by a second short after. I start peeing a little. I feel something else in my gut. I fart a little. Something is in me. A small one drops. I feel fulfilled for now.
The concept of peeing a bathing suitI'm on vacation with a lady friend and she did something very interesting yesterday morning. She got up early and put her bikini on and told me she was going to sunbathe. I said cool.
I stayed inside and about an hour and a half later, as I'm just getting up to go sit outside, she opens the door to come back in. She had a bit if a deer in headlights look when she saw me then casually said "hey" and brushed by me. As she did, the breeze that wafted behind her smelled strongly like pee. I turned around and looked to see a huge wet stain on the seat of her bikini just as she disappeared into the bathroom.
I went outside and saw a bit splattered puddle on the patio beneath the lounge chair and a wet stain on the towel on top of it. So she legit just wet herself while sunbathing and I guess laid there in it for a bit.
I went back inside after a minute and she was still in the bathroom. She came out eventually wearing clean and dry shorts. I asked her if she was ok. She looked at me funny and said "yeah why?" And I just blankly stared, then she said "people pee in bathing suits all the time" like it was totally normal..i kind of laughed and said "yeah but like when they're in the water so it's not noticeable and it rinses off..." She blushed a little and tried to hold her position insisting there was nothing weird about her just peeing in her dry bikini. She was clearly embarrassed and second guessing herself though. But eventually after I made a couple more comments lightly teasing her, she backtracked and told me it was an accident. She said she really needed to go but was putting it off since she was tanning and she dozed off a little bit and "wet the bed".
She claimed that she thought it would be less embarrassing to say it was intentional but after my reaction she decided it made her look really gross and lazy so she was more embarrassed, so she told the truth. Either way her face was bright red around me for the rest of the day.
Another funny thing is 3 nights ago she made it to the toilet at a friend's house in town with no time to spare and avoided messing herself by seconds. The desperate moments leading up to getting her to that bathroom were chaotic and stressful even for me lol. She was panicking and breathing heavy and fighting tears in the car as we rushed to his house, and as we were parking she looked at me and said "I really think i'm gonna crap my pants when I get out of the car". She managed though. I may have heard a fart or two slip out of her ass as she scrambled out of the car but there was a lot of other noise and commotion including her whimpering. She waddled so fast into the house reaching back to hold her ass. It was pretty great. She was so cute and happy when she came out of the bathroom and expressed her relief that she made it.
Lifted upMy name is Sandrine I'm 29 and I'm French. This is a story that happened to me last year during the long ascension week end.
My husband and I were on the road on thursday. I told him "I have to pee". He answered "Me too". Then we found an old portion of road that has been reconverted into a rest area. My husband stopped the car in this area. Another car was already there with a man waiting. there was a small forest nearby. My husband pulled out his penis towards the first tree but me, being a woman, I had to walk 10 meters away into the forest. There I saw another woman squatting with her young daughter looking at her. I was about to walk further when she told me "You can pee near me, I don't mind". So I undid my pants and panties and squatted near hear as she added "we're among women, after all". My pee started. It was a stong stream. I had to go for so long. Fifteen seconds later, as my stream was still strong, my neighbour was done. She stood back up, pulled her clothes back up and then said to her daughter "come hear, dear". Then I saw a casual scene of a mother pulling her daughter's pants and panties and lifting her above the ground. The little girl started to pee and her mother told me "I was sure watching someone else go would make her have to go too". After a whole minute, I was done. So I dressed up again, said goodbye to the mother and her daughter who was still peeing and went back to the car.
I thought about this scene during the rest of the trip. I enjoy to squat for both #1 and #2. I make longer pees and longer poops that make me feel more relieved. But I thought being held up like this little girl was would be even more efficient. And I would especially like Hubby to do hold me up. So I told him. He said "Why not". The day after,
we had planned a walk in another forest. I peed in toilets before lunch
but intentionnaly drank a lot (of water) during lunch although I wasn't that thirsty. At 4 o'clock I said "Honey, I gotta pee
- Just walk away from the path
- Could you come with me ?
He did. When we were out of sight I stopped and so did he. i put myself ahead of him turning my back to him. i pulled my pants and panties down but kept standing and said "Lift me up, will you ?" He answered tenderly "I remenbered what you said yerterday" So he put his hands inside my knees while his shoulders were touching mine. Lifted my knees up until my legs were horizontal. He made my thighs press my belly and, given how strong he is, that was a high pressure. He then lifted me down until my buttocks were 30cm above the ground. Then I didn't push, I simply stopped holding my pee. For a whole minute, my flow touched the ground a meter away. This shows how strong it was. Then the flow softened but didn't stop. So I pushed my bladder again. After only two minutes, my pee became jerky it is when I'm almost done. But it took two minutes and a half before I was completely done. I then told hobby "Lift me up to these leave" so I could tear up one to weep my pussy. I actually needed two.
When we walked back to the path, I felt more relieved than ever. I only peed one drop before going to bed. Hubby and I did this again several times. I even experienced a lifted poop.
Mass PoopingThis is a story about the time that I pooped together with the most people in a sort of "mass pooping".I was 12 and I was returning from my rugby team summer camp .The problem was:the bus trip was more than four hours long,with no breaks and pretty much everybody,including me,ate a giant breakfast for the last day and had no tine to stop at the toilet so everybody was dying for a poop by the time we finally stopped.But,guess what?The restrooms at the gas station where out of order!Now desperate,we ran to the nearest bushes(the picnic are) and what happened next was fantastic.
You can't imagine the feliing if you never tried it.Just picture twenty boys running behind some bushes,and ,all at the same time, pulling down their pants, squatting down and finally relieving themselves.It was so beautiful to hear twenty moans of relief and twenty farts.I sprayed liters of runny shit on the grass and wiped with some tissues.It stunk like hell,but it all lasted less than a minute.The guy next to me took way longer because he dropped four medium-sized turds.They smelt worse than mine but leaved way less mess on the ground.
And we all finished we escaped the crime scene and get back to the bus. Just in time,because somebody discovered what we did to the poor picnic area and told the gas station owner,
Hope you enjoed the story and please tell me if you ever had similar "mass pooping" experiences.
First dropHello everyone and welcome to my first post. Note that I post from on the toilet so I might make part 2s.
So I'm on the toilet and pushing hard. Nothing yet, but a small Nugget. I feel a log coming and it drops as a small group. Now I have a worse urge than before. One dangles on. I feel it coming. It now dropped as a small one. I'm done now.
comments & stuffTo: Mina another great post.
To: Sunny first welcome to the site and great story about your major poop it sounds like you had a good cleanout and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Rachel great story.
To: Maria great story about your big poop.
To: Erin it sounds like you had some pretty desperate poops at least you back to normal.
To: Victoria B great story.
To: Anna great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Restroom supervision of childrenI've been traveling a lot this summer with numerous activities that I'm involved in with my school and church. What I've seen is a lot of little boys not being taken into public restrooms by adults. Some are 4 or 5 years old. They are way too young to be able to reach the wall-mounted urinal. Sure they probably used the floor urinal easily at school, but they don't seem to get the difference. No wonder there is so much splashing under and around the urinals. It's obvious why the bowls are going too long without being flushed.
Several times I've been at highway rest stops. I need to crap. But with each stall door I open, a badly splashed seat and unflushed toilet greets me. It's easy to see what has happened. At one place along the interstate I looked in an open stall. Several persons had crap stacked in the bowl beyond the level of the water, the seat looked like it had just been hosed down, and there was no toilet paper. I went into the next stall. The seat was up and I dropped it. I had to flush the toilet that included fast food wrappers and a drink cup. It partially worked. I was encouraged to see the full roll of toilet paper.
Although I'm trying to get out of the habit of covering each and every public seat I sit on, I did line it. I dropped my shorts to mid-thigh and seated myself. I was pushing the first phase out when a little boy came running in. He went in through the open door, turned around, dropped his shorts and with his feet swinging above the floor, it was obvious he was seated despite the conditions. His crap started hitting the water faster than mine. Then he was on his feet. There was no flush and to no surprise, no wiping. He ran out of the room without washing his hands.
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Shane's first sleepoverWhen I was about 8 I had a school friend named Shane he was probably my best friend until he moved just before high school anyway he was new to our school back then his parents moved to our town from a small aboriginal (native) community as time went on I got to see he did not like school much as he was always goofing off his favourite trick to use on our teacher. I'll call her mrs C was to fake having to pee sobs could skip out of class and sneak home anyway as more and more time went on mrs C caught on and would not let him go thinking he would not come back what happened next was so I thought at the time (hence the sleep over) he relaxed and peed in the chair with a quick forming underneath of course the teacher was mad as could be sent him to the office to call his mother this same exact series of events would happen day after day anyway one day I asked him to stay at my house overnight and he said he'd never had one before and seemed kinda nervous but he agreed.
So Friday night came and we had loads of fun playing sega watching tv and ate lots and lots of pizza soon it was time for bed it was then that I realized why Shane was a bed wetter he blushed as he put his diaper on I gave him a hug told him it was no big deal we went to sleep it was maybe 2 :30 when he groaned in pain what's the matter I whispered still half asleep " I have to poop bad" he said with a moan problem was he would wake my parents if he tried to use the the bathroom he started farting loudly and said he can't wait anymore I'm going to poop he got on his hands and knees and started push and grunting
I was amazed because remember I had seen him willfully pee himself before but never poop the diaper got bigger and bigger when he was done he actually rolled back over and went back to sleep the next morning he explained to my mom what happened and she helped him change into some spear clothes and he was picked up later that day there is more but I figured it was long enough
Sorry if I'ts boring?
I was reading posts a bit, I found some from Becc which I enjoyed, even I couldn't understand the numbers in project post. Thank you Becc, I hope you will post more.
Swartz.... I can't remember how to spell name, page 2641, asked what is most luxurious toilet we ever use. I remember long time ago, on coast of Sea of Japan, there were loos which were Japanese garden with loo in the middle, so we can do wee or motion with surrounded by rocks and pond and Japanese lantern and moss and many nature. It was nice feeling! I did wee, I didn't really need motion but I stayed on loo to hope, and after few minutes I did! It was good feeling in that scenery. Some loos were for squat, some for sit, I used squat, it is more suit to nature. When motion come out from my bottom, I breathe well, it was nice feeling. My all family used that loo, there were two for men and about six for women, I don't remember well. We all did motion! But men had loo standing up for wee, and my brother said, not so interesting. So he and my father and grandfather went into motion loo.
Few years later we want to there again. Loo was closed. It say, restaurant guest only. And restaurant was very expensive! So we give up.
Some tea room and restaurant have very beautiful loo. If I find, I tell this site. Now I can't remember so well except Sea of Japan one.
We had happy motion time on 8 July after big party on 7th for Kazuko's birthday. But it is same as before times, we always have same pattern so maybe you yawn! Maybe about 30 plop sounds is total. It is nice noise! I didn't cry for motion of my friends. But my heart very warm. When my friend is on loo and push hard, she is so beautiful!! And rear view also beautiful very much. But I made efforts, so no cry.
And Kazuko, she is next to me when I do, she says, "Mina please lean to forward, I want to see." And when I lean to forward and my motion come out, she says, "Mina, beautiful, beautiful." But I try not to cry. After I am on loo ten minutes I do huge burururururururu and Kazuko says, "beautiful!!" and I cry! Why she make me cry? I hit her little slap. But after she dry me, I come off loo and give to her long long hug.
Brandon T, thank you nice words!!
Big shout out to everybody.
Love, from MKH and very own your M.
Hi I've been a long time lurker on this site but this will be my first post.I don't really know what to write so I guess I'll describe myself.
I have black hair and brown eyes, and I guess you could say I'm pretty introverted- my friends tell me I'm really shy, especially around guys...
So two weeks ago some friends and I went together on a trip overseas. It was a lot of fun but I get really poop-shy when I'm around others >_<
Because of this, I couldn't use the toilet in our hotel room to crap and soon enough, all the waste had piled up in me. On the last night of the week, I snuck downstairs to use the toilet near the lobby for more privacy.
Pulling down my panties, I sat down and leaned forward, bearing down on my gut. I strained as hard as I could but all that came out was an airy fart. I clutched my stomach and began to massage it, hoping that I'd at least be able to pass some nuggets. However, only a few more farts came out, and eventually I gave up, flushed the toilet and went to sleep.
The next day I made the mistake of taking laxatives before the flight back, and so midway through the flight, I felt a large pressure suddenly drop into my rectum. Getting up, I stood at the restroom door, fidgeting restlessly with one hand while holding my stomach, which was now beginning to cramp, with the other. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long, and soon a young girl, maybe 9 or 10 years old, came out. I rushed in, locking the door. Pulling the toilet lid up, I hastily lowered my knickers to my knees and pulled up my skirt around my waist. Almost immediately a long log flowed out of my butt, followed by a burst of gas and thick mucuous-like liquid. I pulled my skirt down with my underwear to my ankles to keep them as far away from the explosion as I could,, and doubled over, gripping the edges of the toilet seat as another smooth log came out, followed by a wet fart and a rush of sludgy diarrhea. My stomach gurgled as I let out a longer, wetter fart, which soon turned to liquid.
After this wave, I stopped crapping uncontrollably, but my ???? still ached and I could feel more diarrhea mush at my hole. I gently pushed, and felt it rush through me and onto the already huge pile of poop below me. At this point I felt really self-conscious and decided to just get it over with in case someone was waiting for me, so I began to push with all I had.
Another stream of wet poop began to flow out of me, and I lowered myself, gripping the sides of the toilet to ride out the wave. After some time, it finally ended, fizzling off with one final burst of gas, leaving me feeling much more chipper than I had been before. After wiping, I pulled my panties and skirt back up, covering my ears as I flushed the toilet, and left the restroom with a small smile playing on my lips.
Tod's StoryHey Tod. I don't think I saw you on this forum before. Anyway, the bathroom story from the 60's sounded awful. I have 1 BM a day (sometimes a few more), and would hate that rule of using the bathroom twice a day. If you read my last post, I forgot something. My anus would sometimes feel irritated after diarrhea as well as with semisolid poop. It doesn't happen all the time either. I'm glad to have cleared that up. Now, to get back to your story. If I were one of the children who lived back then in the 60's, I'd use a bathroom as many times as I needed to even if it meant a beating. I feel that needing a toilet is not just a right, but one of the most important things in life. If we don't use the loo, and we hold it, waste will back up in the bowel leading to constipation, and holding pee could lead to a bladder infection.
Introduction and my daughter's developing condition.Hi everyone. I've read this site years ago, but never posted anything. I'm glad to see it is still active. I like to kill time reading all of the stories from a bunch of different people.
Let me introduce myself. I am a 26 years old male. Exactly 6 feet tall, short brown hair, brown eyes, slightly overweight. I am a software engineer for a medical equipment company. I am a single father a 11 year old girl. She's average height and weight for her age, maybe a bit skinnier than average. Green eyes and blonde hair. Her name is Kayla. She barely looks like me, but is a splitting image of her mother. I've been raising her by myself since she was 3 months old. I guess she didn't want the responsibility of raising a kid at 15. I don't know what happened to her, nor do i care.
Kayla has been dealing with some gastrointestinal problems over the past few months that are not getting any better. Unfortunately, she is being extremely private with her bodily functions and refuses to open up to me about her problems. I understand that it is embarrassing for her to talk about, but it's the only way for me to get the help that she needs. I have IBS. It runs in my family. I know what she is dealing with, but she is too embarrassed to talk about it.
Kayla has been having some pretty bad flatulence and explosive diarrhea. The bathroom in our house is in between my office and her bedroom. They are both non structural interior walls with no insulation, so it is very easy to hear any noises coming from the bathroom. The first few times I didn't say anything because everyone gets diarrhea from time to time, but after I noticed it was becoming a frequent occurrence, I asked her if she was sick. She said no and that everything was fine and wanted to change the subject.
Unfortunately, she doesn't make it to the bathroom every time she has to go either. A few weeks ago she got sick in my car and had an accident in her pants. I didn't think anything of it. Everyone has pooped their pants before when sick, Later during that week when I was doing laundry, I noticed that some of her pants and panties were either missing or heavily stained.
Like I said, I have IBS myself. It was at its worst from when I was Kayla's age until I was about 20 years old. Like most kids with IBS, medication and special diets didn't work. I suffered with gas, cramps, bloating, and diarrhea as well, and even frequently had accidents. My mom bought me adult diapers and encouraged me to wear them. I resisted for a while until i swallowed my pride and started using them. They made life 100 times better. I still wear them when I have bad diarrhea, its better to be safe than sorry. I have talked, or tried to talk to Kayla about my IBS and that the same is probably happening to her, but she just doesn't want to talk about it.
I know it has to be embarrassing talking about it, but it's the only way I can get her help. She wasn't always this way. I knew a time would come when she wouldn't want to talk to her dad about her body, so I raised her to be open about her bodily functions. She used to like toilet humor and think farts and poop and pee is funny. Obviously, things have changed.
If you have any suggestions, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you and have a great day!
female friend helps me poophey I'm Jason, this happened recently while camping with 5 friends. we were at a pretty private location that only had pit toilets so we had brought an extra, smaller, tent to use for the bathroom in which we put a 5 gallon bucket with a toilet lid on it and plastic bags to go in. the girls felt way more comfortable with this than having to go in the woods or in the pit toilets. we had been there a couple of days when I got the urge to poop. I hadn't gone in a few days and it felt really hard and big. I figured it was from the junkfood and camping diet. since the guys just basically peed in the woods, it was obvious that if we used the tent is was to go #2. I normally wouldn't mind too much but I knew I was in for a really long session that would require some pretty hard work so I held it in instead of taking forever in front of everyone. so later that night after everyone was in bed I snuck out to the tent to try to get the job done. I pulled down my shorts and boxers and had a seat. I began to push and could feel this was not going to be an easy or quick dump. I sat pushing for awhile and took a quick break. I resumed pushing and was in the middle of a rather hard push when I heard the tent zipper being opened. I quickly covered myself up when my friend becky saw me and realized I was in there. she quickly said oh my god Jason I'm so so sorry and backed out of the tent. I told her she could come in and do her thing because I would be quite awhile yet. she kind of giggled and just said oh ok, thank you, I just need to pee so ill be quick. I let her do her business and when she was finished she wiped and replaced the plastic bag with a new one. I had brought a lantern with me so I wasn't in the complete dark and could see without tripping over anything. becky asked me if she could borrow the lantern to walk to the dumpster to throw her plastic bag away. I told her sure. she took the lantern, and I went back into the tent and zipped it shut. I sat back down and began to push and strain pretty hard because I wanted to try and go before becky got back, but I wasn't able to make much progress at all. the tip would start to stick out but it was just too hard and painful to come out any further. pretty soon I heard footsteps coming and realized becky must be back. she came up close to the tent and whispered, Jason are you still in there? I said yes, and she asked if I was ok. I finally just admitted to her that I was having a really hard time and couldn't go. to my surprise she asked if she could come in to give the lantern back and to keep me company. I really didn't care at that point and just wanted to poop so I told her that would be fine. she took off her hoodie and handed it to me thru the zipper so I could cover up so it would be less awkward. I thanked her and she came in and sat down on the floor next to me. I told her that this was going to take me awhile and I was going to have to really push hard and apologized in advance. she told me it was ok, everybody poops and has trouble sometimes, just relax and do your thing. she assured me she wouldn't tell anyone either. I thanked her, and took a deep breath and slowly began to push again. after several hard pushes the tip came out but still was too big for me to pass. I tried for a few more minutes when becky asked me if it was coming out. I explained to her my issue and she said I'm sorry, how long has it been since you last pooped? I told her a few days and she said, that's not good no wonder its so hard for you! she held my hand and told me to keep pushing. I pretty much let my dignity go and began to strain as hard as I could. becky saw how hard I was trying and encouraged me more, come on Jason you can do this, push, push! I finally felt the turd began to budge a little with lots of crackling and becky said it sounds like its coming out! I told her it really hurt and she told me to squeeze her hands, and that it looked like I was in a lot of discomfort from the look on my face. I told her sorry if this hurts and squeezed her hands pretty hard and began straining again. she let go of one of my hands and started to rub my back while I was in mid strain. the turd was not moving much at all and I stopped to catch my breath. becky told me to concentrate and kept rubbing my back. I squeezed her hand in pain as I pushed really hard again. the turd moved ever so slightly with more crackling and becky said keep going Jason your making progress! I took another deep breath and bore down while squeezing her. the turd moved ever so slightly again and I told becky I needed to rest. she moved from sitting and knelt down in front of me and I rested my head on her shoulder. she said I'm sorry this is so hard for you, I wish there was something I could do to make it easier and not hurt so much! I told her trust me you are doing plenty, I'm not sure if I could have even got this done without you in here! she reassured me it wasn't a big deal, and asked if I was feeling ready to try again. she gave me her hands and I sucked in my breath again hoping the break I took would help. I began pushing again and it took a few minutes to get the turd to move at all. I kept up the pushing and the turd moved some more and loudly crackling the whole time. becky asked me if it was almost out and I told her I wasn't sure but I hope so! after another few minutes of pushing I had the widest part of the turd out and stopped to rest. becky asked how I was doing and I told her the thickest part was out so I shouldn't be too much longer. I rested for another minute or so and prepared to push. I pushed and pushed and finally the turd sped up for the last 10 inches or so and dropped into the plastic bag. I stopped to catch my breath and becky told me good job and playfully held her nose. she asked if I was done and I told her almost. I pushed out another 12" log that was still kind of big but a lot less painful and only took a minute or 2. I told becky I was done and she said man that was an ordeal, I'm glad you got that out! she let me wipe and clean up in privacy. I thanked her again and pulled the plastic bag from the bucket. i couldn't believe the size of my poop, i took the bag out of the tent and becky asked hesitantly if i would be embarrassed if she saw my poop just because of how hard it was. i really didn't care at that point and showed her. she gasped in amazement and just said no wonder that hurt! we walked back to the dumpster and got rid of my load. on the way back she told me that was quite the performance and if itd make me feel better i could watch her use the toilet sometime! i guess we will see what happens! that was the most memorable camping trip ive been on i can say....
Response to Hailey + storyHailey- Thank you for the response, I am glad you enjoyed my story! To be honest I have no idea how I became that regular as I am all over the place now a days, I never know when I will need to poop. I was so consistent I almost never went through a day without pooping during that time slot. I didn't follow a diet of any sort but I did however excercise regularly. I excercised around 4-5 times a week. My excercising ranged from playing soccer to going to the gym. I don't play soccer anymore and I just go to the gym, so my best guess is that it would've been running that got me so regular, but I honestly do not know haha! I am so glad that my school didn't follow the same schedule as yours! If I had the teacher that rarely let me go I would have been running to the washroom every lunchtime! My timetable was set up in blocks A,B,C, and D. On Monday it would be A block first, B, C, and D then on Tuesday, B would be first, then A, D, and C. Wednesday would have the Last classes on Monday and Tuesday be switched to the morning and so on. Fridays would represent a schedule during the week so it could be Monday schedule on the first Friday of the month and then the second Friday would be the Tuesday schedule. So some sometimes I would have the teacher that wouldn't let me poop twice in a week which was awful! I hope you could follow my explanation, I am sorry if it was a bit confusing it was hard to explain haha! If you have anymore questions feel free to ask, I enjoyed responding to you!
Now on to my story
In my response to Hailey I mentioned that I played soccer a few years back. These were the years when I was fairly regular and needed to poop between 10-12 so I rarely ever had to poop during soccer. There was one time though. We were participating in a tournament one year and we had a game scheduled to start at 10:15. So I knew I would have to poop if I didn't go before. So we were staying at a hotel and I made sure that I woke up early, ate a good breakfast, and I would try my best to poop before my game. So when I woke up I went straight downstairs to eat. I had eggs, ham, a waffle, fruit and some water to drink. I sat down with my friend who I will call Amy. Me and Amy have played soccer together since we were 6 years old! So we knew each other pretty well. As we were eating I told Amy that I will have to try and poop before my game because I don't want to have to go during our game. She laughed and told me that she should try too since her body surprises her all the time with unexpected poops. I laughed and said we should try to go together in the public washrooms in the lobby! She liked the idea and I told her we would meet down here at 9:20 so we could have some time before we had to leave. So I went back upstairs and laid on the bed and watched television with my mom and little brother for 30 minutes until it was time to go downstairs and meet with Amy. I got my soccer uniform on and out my cleats and water bottle in my bag and asked my mom if she could bring it down to the car with her for when we had to leave. She said she would but I just have to be in lobby waiting for her at 9:40. I quickly walked to the main lobby and I saw Amy eagerly waiting for me. So we both walked into the bathroom and took the farthest stalls to the left that were right next to each other. Amy and I both prepared our seats with toilet paper and pulled down our soccer shorts and underwear and sat our bums on the toilet. We both peed for a short period and we both began to push a little bit. Too my surprise I felt something coming! I was so excited! All of a sudden I farted really loudly and Amy burst out laughing. She was laughing so hard that she began to poop! She stopped laughing and thanked me for getting her bowels moving haha! After I farted I felt nothing else. I pushed a little one more time but it was a fail. Amy kept pooping for 5 more minutes while I sat on the toilet and talked to her while she was blowing up her toilet haha! Amy asked if I felt anything but I said sadly no, but I told her I didn't really mind and that I will probably just have to go when I get subbed off the field. Amy began to wipe and flushed. We washed our hands and I checked my phone for the time, it was 9:40 so I quickly rushed out to the lobby. I saw my mother just coming down to meet me with my little brother, I was right on time! We got in the car and drove to soccer. I felt pretty good during the first half of the game and didn't feel any urge at all to go! Amy even scored a goal, I told her must've been her wicked poop tht helped her score haha! During the second half I started to get a big urge to poop. I was farting like a maniac! One of the girls on the other team was asking her teammates what that smell was haha! During the last 20 minutes my urge got pretty bad and I had to ask to be subbed off. My coach asked me what was wrong but I didn't have time to answer and just ran to the porta potty! I hate using porta potties but I couldn't hold it and I wasn't going in my soccer uniform! Thankfully it wasn't in use and I quickly got in there and squatted over the bowl of the porta potty. I pushed once and my poop began to slowly emerge. It felt so good I even let out a small moan haha! I like to let my poop slide out slowly since it feels really really good and satisfying! The poop broke off and landed in the mess of the porta potties bowl. I was grossed out when I looked below and saw what else was in there. I pushed one more time and my second and last huge log came out of me except this time it came out super fast! I felt relieved so I quickly wiped and pulled my soccer shorts and used the hand sanitizer that was supplied in the porta potty. I ran back to the side lines and my coach asked if everything was ok. I said yes I feel better now haha! I asked her how much time was left and she said 10 minutes! I was shocked! I didn't think I took that long to poop! I got put back out and we ended up winning the game 1-0. Amy came over giggling asking how my poop was. I said I feel so much better now but I wish I could've gone at the hotel, the porta potty was disgusting. We both laughed and talked about Amy's game winning goal. The rest of the weekend was fun even though we lost in the gold medal game. None of our games were in that time slot so I got to poop at the hotel for the rest of the weekend!
Hope you enjoyed my story, bye bye for now!
31 year old male American
Abbie: Thanks for the reply. I'm glad that you do enjoy some aspects of your typical pooping sessions, even if other issues can get annoying sometimes. I have to admit I've never had the experience of a log getting sucked back in, but I can imagine how frustrating that might be. If you had to guess, how far do you think your harder logs typically poke out before getting sucked back in? I only ask because if it comes out far enough I bet you could try to grab it with some toilet paper before it gets sucked back in. Have you ever tried that? Also, I know some women like to put a finger or thumb in their vagina to try to help push it out because the wall between the vagina and the rectum is fairly thin. I just googled it and found out that it's called vaginal splinting. Have you ever tried that?
About Me and a StoryHey everyone, how's are you all doing? I just thought I'd talk a little about myself and tell a story. I'm 18, brown hair and eyes, 5'9, average build. I'm going to college next school year. I also have a pretty horrible diet, eating whatever and whenever I want. This is what makes me have bad times on the toilet. I normally don't talk to people about stuff like this, except with some select friends, so sorry if my stories sound odd. Anyway, here's my story.
This happened about two weeks ago. It had been 3 days since I last pooped, so I thought I'd be in for the struggle, and my diet of cheesesteaks and alcohol wouldn't be of much use (or so I thought.) I talked to my friend who I always talk to about this and asked her to wish me luck as I began to head for the bathroom. I went in and sat down, preparing for the worst. I pushed once and a torrent of runny poop just came out. It was a hilarious amount of poop. I looked down after I was finished to see an avalanche of diarrhea. It actually took more time to wipe then poop lol.
That was my story, hope you all enjoyed!
Survey for Taylor--and othersA few pages back, Taylor mentioned wanting to do a survey, so here it is.
4) How often do you usually need to poop?
5) What times of day usually?
6) Describe how your feces usually are (logs, chunks, pebbles, etc?)
7) When you poop, does a lot usually come out?
8) Most urgent dump you had recently (in the last year)?
9) If you were legitimately offered $10 million dollars, do you think you could hold back your poop for 2 weeks while eating normally?
could not feel my legs when going to the washroom at 5:00 AMI tried to get up and I fell hurting my whole right side. The worst was my right ankle, which I sprained. After falling I managed to get up, with no help from my husband or my sister in law who were awake. I am diabetic on the pump and have stiff person syndrome and I have osteoporosis. I have never had this happen before.
What comes in will come outHey everyone, just going share a short story, yesterday I stayed in from church I have been really having bowel movement troubles sense my last post, so yesterday it was just me alone. So I took off everything and went in the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and bore down everything within my body the struggle was so real I was crying and rubbing my stomach that my legs were shaking so bad about half hour later I began to pass gas it was hard and hurtful coming out, than my whole open up I was so excited finally it was coming but it was so thick that it went back in a few times, now I been on the toilet for 45 minutes by then I was exhausted and smelled with body odor and sweat dripping so I bore down one more time and a fat long knobby log broke through and I got off the toilet and start pushing and pushing that it finally came out splashed me, and I pushed out one more and I felt so reviled it was out but I was in so much pain that I crawled into the tub to take a shower, I finally got the up to start the shower the minute it my buns it was stinging, I was glad it was done with, and finished my shower . Wrap myself in my long towel, flush the toilet and went back to sleep before they came in. That's all right now
Dear VictoriaI'm sorry, I don't know I said or not, but I angry very much to the boy who is interesting only your motion.
I hope next time, you meet nice boy who love you with many reason, not only loo things.
Love from Mina
Africa trip continuedHey guys it's me again, when I last left off on my Africa trip I had just left the airport at Johannesburg. After one more flight we landed in a small city in Zambia where the mission would take place. From there we took a taxi to the village where we would be staying. We were fortunate enough to be staying in house with limited electricity and running water. We also ha a toilet so we considered ourselves lucky. Traveling usually makes me either really constipated or gives me diarrhea. It's strange there's no in between. This time it was constipation. For about the 4 days we were there I didn't poop. I didn't feel the urge and only peed when I did go to the bathroom. As we were departing from the mission my stomach finally got going and I could feel a big dump coming. We had a 5 hour layover in the Lusaka airport and I knew I needed to poop soon. I found the bathrooms at this one secluded corner of the airport. There were a wall of stalls on both sides behind two sink areas on each side. The bathroom wasn't that busy and I found a stall and latched the door. I'm usually not particular about this but I felt like I needed to cove the seat so I did. I pulled down my leggings and sat down. As I began to pee a person to my right went in the stall next to me. They quickly sat down and just sat there. I could feel this HUGE turd crown but I couldn't get it to drop so I kept on pushing and kinda grunting. After about 2 minutes of pushing the person next to me farted so loud and moaned with relief. I guess they were waiting on me to break the ice and couldn't hold it. I gave one huge push which made me go up on my tippy toes and I could feel the turn streak open my butt and drop with a PLOP. That unleashed the flood gates. I started pushing out semi-chunky poop rapidly with soft farts and I was really stinking it up. The person next to me kept on dropping gentle turds in succession. A couple of people came in to my left that peed but it was mostly just me and this other woman. I've been I. Bathroom at this point for about 10 minutes and my friend came to check on me. She asked if I was okay and I told her my stomach was really upset. I let out one more wave of chunky poo and I felt done (for now).
As I was wiping the person next to me also started wiping. I wiped about 7 times and pulled up my thong and flushed. As we exited the woman next to me seemed about early 20s and was clearly South African with this brunette curly hair. We smiled at each other at the sinks and left after that.
On the plane home to the states I had another wave of diarrhea which was kinda embarrassing bc I felt like everyone heard me. It's taken a couple of days for my system to get back to normal but traveling usually does this type of stuff to me. Anyways thanks for reading! Be back soon
In a carparkI was at a large outdoor church do in a village up the country and so was driving a minibus, when we got there the car/bus park was new since my last visit, it had been a railway goods yard with one building, an old large and tall goods shed now used as the toilet block. All the buses were backed up to the hedge opposite the gate and this toilet block. We were the first bus in the row right opposite the toilets.
As the do was coming to the end, I went back to the bus to check the map for our route home and to use the gents, the gents was about one third of the building with urinals on two walls and toilet cubicles on the wall with the door and washbasins on the forth wall. After I had peed I when out and onto our bus and was sitting near the back, as people started to return to there buses ete, a queue for the lady's loo started to snake around to the left side hedge of the bus park and at some point a little queue for the gents did start to form.
I did see that some of the lady's did go behind an old porter-cabin in the corner of the bus park, and I hear a lady on my bus complaining that three females had pushed into the toilet block and peed into a drain in the middle of the floor.
As I waited for my party to come back to the bus, I saw two females about 20 years old leave the line for the toilets and walk across the bus line to the gap between the 2nd and 3rd buses and go to the back of it to the hedge, I was able to watch them through the windows of the 2nd bus as they both with there backs to the hedge facing the back of the bus dropped there jeans and knickers and get into a high squat, so I had a side view of there bums, just than the dammed 2nd bus moved forward a few feet so that people could get on, so I could no-longer see through that bus and when it drove off the females were gone, just leaving two wet patches on the gravel and some tissue paper.
Just my bad luck to miss the main show.