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The other day I had to leave early for work and didn't have a lot of time to get ready. I had to poop and would've liked to have gone, but there just wasn't enough time, so I had to hold it. By the time I got home the urge had all but vanished. Like Kramer, I had "missed my chance", and now it was nothing but a distant feeling in my gut. I decided to just sleep on it, figuring it would come back the next day, especially since I had been eating a lot of fibre. But unfortunately, by the next morning it was still the same. I knew there would be no use trying to poop now since I would barely be able to get anything out, so in order to stop the problem from getting any worse, I decided to take two laxative pills. I'd only taken laxatives once in my life (and that was when I was REALLY constipated following a surgery), so I didn't really know what to expect. On the box it said that it would provide "overnight relief", and it was almost noon, so I figured they would do the trick by around bedtime. Well, by then, I had to poop a little bit more, but still not enough to where I would go out of my way to actually relieve myself. In the end, though, I decided to just go, since I knew I couldn't keep holding it forever. It was a decent poop, though disappointingly small since I knew I had more to let out. But I was tired, so I went to bed. While I was lying in bed, my stomach started feeling a little funny. I let out a few farts, a couple of them were loud and wet. I felt some minor cramps, but I figured it was just gas and went to sleep. Suddenly I woke up in the middle of the night, my body telling me I HAD TO GO NOW. I was like, "Oh, we're doing this now? Ok" and rushed to the bathroom, careful not to wake up the other people in the house. Immediately as I sat down on the toilet it all exploded out of me. It was very liquidy and my ass got slightly sore from passing all those soft stools. It was one of the longest shits I'd taken in a long time. I could barely even see any turds floating in the bowl, it just looked like a big pool of brown. After a while, it died down, and I could still feel there was some left, but by that point I was exhausted so I called it a day and went back to bed. The next morning, I felt the need to go again, and did the rest of my business. This time was much quicker, since it was just leftovers, and I got it mostly all out in one go, but again I filled up the whole bowl, though it was much chunkier in texture this time. Those laxatives really did their job!


Will

High school poops

I've been reading and enjoying a lot of stories on the site tonight after a bit of an absence, and after my most recent experience, I thought I'd go back into the archives for an older one. This one happened in my freshman year. At this point I was still quite nervous about public pooping, as the wide open doorless stalls directly opposite the sinks and mirrors offered little privacy. I made a point to try and sneak out in study hall, when I could poop in peace.
On this particular day, I grabbed the hall pass when I felt the urge, and strolled down to the nearest bathroom, a small one on the second floor. As I approached, from the other direction came this guy Brett. We weren't good friends or anything, but cordial enough. I quickly realized we were both making a beeline to the bathroom. "Hey what's up?" He said. Not much I responded. We entered the bathroom simultaneously and I quickly became aware we were both heading for the stalls. This particular bathroom only had two, which luckily enough were both vacant.
We glanced at each other as we both made our way into the stalls. We dropped our pants practically in unison....then....silence. My butthole was straining to hold back my poop. I wanted to go so bad but this was just kind of awkward. A minute must have passed when I finally dared to break the silence with a pee. I loudly released my stream into the bowl for a good 20 seconds. At this point I heard a quiet airy fart and then the familiar crackle from my neighbor. Finally! I waited no longer and quickly let my butthole relax, and almost instantly we were both releasing our logs. Sweet release! Loud plops cascaded from both of our butts for a good while and we both sighed in relief.
I waited a moment or two to make sure I was done. Brett was wiping at this point, then he stood and flushed. As he walked by he glanced over as I was still midwipe. "See ya around" he said. It was at this point that I realized there was really nothing to be ashamed about when it came to pooping. Honestly who cares? We all do it, why hold back. After this incident I no longer had a problem with non private public pooping, and even came to get somewhat of a thrill from it. Performing a "private" bodily function in earshot, and sometimes eyeshot of others is actually kind of fun and freeing. Honestly, after this incidence, it made me glance into the various bathrooms, both guys and girls, as I would walk past, and there was invariably multiple pairs of feet beneath the stalls, all the while a symphony of pee, plops, and conversations echoed throughout. It's only natural, might as well enjoy it!


Will

Courteous fellow pooper

Haven't posted in quite a while, but had a great experience this morning! So I was out for a walk just enjoying the morning and I was passing through a local park. About halfway thru the park I felt the familiar urge that I needed to poop. The park does have a bathroom, fortunately, and I wasn't far from it. I hustled rather quickly over to it and entered. I had been here before (and taken several poops here), so I knew the setup. Just an open door from the outside into a small hallway, with one open door for women, and one for the men. You can see directly into them as you walk by. Each consists of two doorless stalls and a sink. Nothing fancy but it gets the job done.
As I walked in I noticed that the women's was empty. I was hoping for the same with the men's but much to my dismay as soon as I started to enter I noticed feet under both the stall partitions. The young guy in the first stall was leaning so far forward that I could clearly see his head and his hands holding his phone. Ugh...I remained in the hall and paced a bit as I felt my poop becoming more urgent. A few minutes passed and I seriously thought about asking if they could hurrry up as it was getting rather urgent. At this moment a girl about my age stepped into the hall. She must have noticed that I was kind of in a bad way, as she volunteered..."you need to go? Come on in, we can share. There's no one in my side!" I asked if she was sure, to which she cheerfully responded, "everybody poops!".
I thanked her and entered behind her. She went into the first partition and quickly started dropping her pants and I entered the second and did the same. I noticed her clench her toes beneath the stall, and she immediately let out a big fart. An unashamed pooper, I immediately thought! Cool. No worries here. I heard her poop start crackling loudly out of her butt. I relaxed my butt and allowed it to do the same. We were both unleashing a large volume of poop when she cheerily asked, "so how's your day?". Much better now that I'm able to take this poop, I replied, and laughed. I thanked her again...."hey no worries, I could tell you were uncomfortable, what's the big deal?"....at this point I finally heard one of the poopers in the men's flush their toilet and exit the room. I continued to push out my poop, and my neighbor did the same. I couldn't help but look at her feet beneath the stall and was amused at how she flexed and scrunched her toes with each log she pushed out.
After a time I finished, and began my wipe. I cleaned up and noticed that my pooping partner was still seated. I stood and flushed and inquired to her, mind if I go? "Not at all" she replied, "just relaxing to see if I have to go any more!". Thanks so much again, I replied, and walked past her stall to the sink. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her hunched foreard playing on her phone. Have a good day!, I said as I exited. "You too!".....All in all sort of a liberating and fun pooping experience I must say!


Sarina

New Here

Hi! I'm Sarina! I'm half Japanese, half White and I just found this sight. I'm 15 years old and I play the cello. I live in Minnesota, so expect a lot of pooping in the woods stories haha!

Becc-I really like your approach to dealing with diarrhea. A lot of people now are so quick so cram their systems with Pepto Bismol and other medicines at the slightest change in the breeze. Personally, I've been raised to avoid medications if I can, so my top tips with dealing with diarrhea: Have a banana, have some rice (I'm so Asian, I know), avoid grease, drink a ton of water, and pop on your favorite old Disney movie.

Taylor-That sounds like a great poop. I would love to know your friends' soup recipe!

That's about it for now, I'll try to post often. Bye!


Becc

The Family that has Diarrhea Together Stays Together

Hello. It's Becc. This is the final story that I promised. Two years ago, all nine of us were food poisoned in the same night while vacationing at the beach. There's some vomiting in the story, but mostly diarrhea - chunky, runny, violent, explosive, sudden and without warning. But here's the thing. There are nine of us sharing three bathrooms. All nine of us with diarrhea, sometimes uncontrollable sharing three toilets made for an adventure.

A few years ago my family invested in a three bedroom condo at a family oriented beach not too far from where we live. We are a thrifty family, and after saving, we invested in the condo. It is for rent for others, but we have weeks that we set aside as a family. This happened in 2015, when I was 19 and Mary was 20. Hannah and Sarah were both about to be seniors in high school - they were 17. And the twins were preparing for their freshman year in high school. (Remember, Hannah and Sarah were born close together, but Hannah is Aunt Kate's biological daughter, but was raised by our parents as a sister.)

All of us eat a lot and poop a lot. I think I shared that. There's no dieting in our family, only good healthy eating. You can see page 2642 for a study I did on our bowel habits. We 'go' a lot. We were on the second day of our vacation when we ate at a nice, local seafood restaurant. We had eaten there before and enjoyed it so much that we made it an annual trip. We love seafood, but where we live most people eat fried catfish and such. There's really nowhere to get good, fresh seafood, broiled, sautéed and such like you get on the coast. So we made it a point to get there. This particular night in 2015, we arrived around 5 PM, and ate lots of seafood - scallops, crab legs, lobster tails, fresh fish, shrimp, you name it. Following our meal, we walked down the street to a quaint ice cream parlor that served its own flavors and secret recipe. Then, when we returned to the condo, we all used the bathroom (to pee), changed our shoes, and went for a walk on the beach. We would do this a couple of the nights, to see the sunset, take pictures, and wind down for the day. To be honest, the walks were my favorite part of the vacation.

Except this walk quickly changed from a walk to the trots (see what I did there?). As we approached the peer, I could tell my stomach did not feel right. I had not gone to the bathroom since leaving home the day before, so I thought that maybe my system was getting acclimated to our vacation spot. We began our walk back and Mary whispered to me that her stomach was hurting and cramping. Everyone was getting quiet. Mother spoke up, "We need to hurry back. I need to use the restroom." Then Aunt Kate said, "I do too. My stomach is really hurting." Then Mary shared that hers was hurting and I added that I need to use the bathroom. Daddy began to look a little worried. He said, "I'm not feeling well either. Maybe it was something that we ate." We picked up the pace a little. I think that we all realized that we were not only going to have to use the bathroom, but we needed to get back in time to make sure that we all could hold it while the others went. As we were walking Hannah began to cry, "I feel really sick. My stomach hurts so bad." Her color was off. Mother asked Sarah and the twins, Rachel and Leah, how they felt. Sarah, who is pretty private and a spitting image of mother, said "I don't feel good either." Mother replied, "Do you feel like you need the bathroom?" She nodded. Rachel and Leah, who are more outgoing, and not afraid to speak up, replied. First, it was Leah, "Y'all, I gotta take a dump." Rachel giggled and said, "I do too!"

The condo was in sight, but all of the sudden Aunt Kate stopped, wretched, and then vomited. Mother rushed to her side and held her as she finished. She asked Kate if she was finished. Fortunately, Kate was able to control her bowels while vomiting. When she said that she was, Daddy began to give instructions.

"Girls, it looks like we've all gotten food poisoning. This will not be pleasant. But we need to think about something. We have three toilets and there are nine of us. We need to hurry, do our business, and let the next person go. We may feel that there we still need to go, but we need be considerate that all of us are sick." Daddy always had a plan and he was right. Not a single one of us could sit on the toilet and wait it out. We had to go, get up, and then wait our turn for the toilet again.

Daddy said, "Mother, Kate and I will use the toilet in the master suite. Mary, Rebecca, and Sarah can use the bathroom that adjoins the two bedrooms. And, Hannah, Rachel and Leah can use the bathroom that opens up into the living space." We didn't argue. I heard Hannah asking Rachel and Leah if she could go first, and they said sure, but that they really needed to go too. Sarah asked Mary and I if she could go, and we were fine with that. Aunt Kate was invited to use the restroom first. "Of course, if a toilet in another bathroom becomes free, use it."

As we entered the condo, I began to have doubts that we would make it to the toilet. The monster in my stomach was banging on my rectum and I could not wait. The condo was on the fifteenth floor. But then Mother suggested, "Gary, why don't we use the lobby bathrooms and then let the girls use the bathrooms upstairs?" Mother was always her normal, calm, pleasant self, even when she did not feel well. Too, she never seemed to get "really sick" when she was sick, which is not often. She is very healthy!

Aunt Kate said, "I'm game." Daddy replied, "It sounds like a plan, but we don't need to be gone long. Girls, can you manage?" I chimed in, "Yes, I just need a bathroom now!" I was getting desperate. Daddy, Mother and Aunt Kate all walked into the lobby bathrooms while we waited for the elevator. Within minutes, we were on the 15th floor and Mary opened the door with her key. Mary and I went to our bathroom while Sarah and Hannah chose the master bathroom and Rachel and Leah made it to the hall bathroom.

We all pooped our brains out. Mary went first and just blew up the toilet with explosive diarrhea that would not stop. I could hear the other girls going as I waited for Mary to finish so that I could go. My stomach was cramping and I was hanging on for dear life. Mary cleaned up, flushed and sat down on the edge of the tub. I ripped my shorts off, sat down, and cannon-balled a couple of hard thick chunks which uncorked, mushy poop. One more cramp turned all the poop liquid and it poured from my butt into the bowl.

After that, I lifted my butt to inspect. No blood. That was a good sign. So, I flushed. But I didn't feel finished. As I flushed, Hannah appeared around the door sobbing, "Sarah's not finished and I don't want to go in the tub! I thought you might be finished. Please help me." Her sobbing was desperate. "Let me grab some paper."

"Oh my God!!" Hannah sobbed hysterically as she farted the loudest, squelchiest fart, and began to completely fill her shorts. Mary's motherly instincts kicked in and she held her as the diarrhea ran down her legs, ruining her shorts. "It will be OK. We're all sick and accidents happen. Have you finished?" Hannah shook her head "no." Mary said, "Why don't you just finish and then we need to get you in the shower." Hannah obviously agreed, as she farted aloud again and more diarrhea poured down her legs. While all the commotion continued, my diarrhea began again with a fart and a lot of liquid. This felt like the end of it for a while, so I cleaned up and flushed again. Mary had escorted Hannah to the shower and encouraged her to get in with her clothes on. I went to the kitchen to get garbage bags, rags and some Lysol to begin to clean Hannah's mess.

Hannah took her clothes off in the shower and passed them to me, and I discarded them. Meanwhile, Mary sat down on the toilet and did another round of diarrhea. It was noisy and a lot. The whole condo smelled. I went to check on Sarah, who was still on the toilet. She looked up, "Is Hannah all right?" I told her that she had an accident and was in the shower. I asked if she was OK. "Actually, yes. I've had a lot of diarrhea, but I feel much better now that it is all gone." Then I left her to clean up and went to check on the twins. Rachel was sitting on the side of the tub, waiting for Leah, who was on the toilet. "Best diarrhea ever," exclaimed Rachel. Leah nodded in agreement.

Not long after, Daddy, Mother and Aunt Kate arrived off the elevator. All three looked pale and washed out. Mother asked, "How are you all?" I said, "We all have had diarrhea. No one's thrown up. Hannah had an accident while Sarah was using her toilet. She would have used the tub but she came to check if Mary and I were finished. Then it was too late. She's getting a shower."

To make a long story short, we all had diarrhea through the remainder of the night. Sarah and I were well enough that we went to the local supermarket and got Pedialyte, and bananas, apple sauce and bread for toast, saltine crackers and ginger ale for all of us. The following morning, my father called in prescriptions for everyone. We spent all of the next day resting, rehydrating and dealing with some remnants of the sickness. It seemed like Mother, Sarah and I recovered quickest, while the others dealt with sudden urges to poop for the remainder of the vacation.

Fortunately, besides Aunt Kate, no one threw up. However, the diarrhea was very unpleasant.

I hope that you all enjoyed the story. Mary and I begin medical school soon, so I am not sure how often I can post. But I will check in.

-Becc


Taylor

Reply to John

Whups! Didn't see this comment when I was reading. If the admin could tack this onto my other post that would be amazing.

90% of my poops are effortless and come out at their own pace so I usually get to just relax and enjoy, but what I particularly enjoyed about that last one was the complete loss of control. I had no idea when my stomach was going to cramp and push next.
I would consider peeing through my clothes again but it's not something I'd do often. It would be a last resort rather than doing it deliberately if I could just pull down my clothes.

Some replies

Imogen - These trousers pretty much were like my school trousers! As I got a little older I started wearing the type with a zip at the back, really tight. They were a nightmare to get off if the zip jammed!! Had a few leaks because of that but no accidents. I do recall a time where the girl in the stall next to me had an accident trying to unzip herself. I had seen her jiggling about a lot and a few seconds after I started peeing I heard her say "no no no no !" And a puddle formed around her feet. I think hearing me was too much for her and I still feel guilty.

Steve A - Pooping in school wasn't that bad for the and I'd often go during the morning break. At first people were quite immature about it but as we got older I found myself regularly pooping with the very girls who used to make fun of people for doing it! There was a few strict teachers and some had favourites (I was never one of them) but overall it was only the substitute teachers I had problems with. I would have never told my teachers about my habits but that's just because I like to keep things to myself. I've even pooped next to my chemistry teacher before!



Curious Cody

1st Grade Accident

I was excessively awkward and accident prone throughout grade school and into junior high. I was especially nervous about using the bathrooms at my school. It was large. We had an assigned time each day for the bathroom, an assigned bathroom in our wing of the school, and if we spent too much time in there, Miss D, our teacher would come right on in. Some guys would be at the urinals, others on the pot in cubicles that didn't have doors and with panels that were anything but private. After morning break for about 5 or 6 classrooms, the bathrooms were much less clean. Since there were only 4 stalls and 15 guys in my class, we had to hustle to get a crap in before Miss D would come in. She had a strong voice that she used like a whip and she would take recess time and other privileges away from those who caused trouble.

From time-to-time, my sister Jill, who is 5 years older and has one of those personalities that likes to meddle and tell-on others, reminds me and my parents of the day of my accident. I had been holding my crap since morning milk break so when our bathroom time came, I wanted to beat the other guys into the bathroom. I did. The first 3 stalls had wet seats so I fixed my eyes on the 4th one. I had been practicing at home on how I could unbuckle my belt and pull down my jeans and underwear faster. I wanted to stay on the good side of Miss D because she seemed to take a liking to me. So with my back to the toilet, I quickly checked for toilet paper, dropped my clothing, and slid myself onto the seat. Problem. I hadn't noticed that the seat was up. With my weight to my back, I ended up falling into the bowl.

Obviously the others from my class and some older boys in there with passes saw it or heard it. My left arm had hit the side of the bowl and I started crying because my elbow hurt real bad. Because of the laughter and other boys coming in to see, Miss D came running in. Everybody else was ordered out and she used her phone to call for help. The principal, a female para and a custodian came in. They pulled me out and used brown towels to dry me off and took me to the office. When they couldn't get a hold of my parents, they paged Jill out of her classroom, and they took me to the nurse who suggested that I get a bath in a small dressing room down next to the gym. The nurse explained to my mom that the toilet had been unflushed and that I had gotten the urine of others on me. Mom finally arrived with clean clothing and took me to a children's clinic where they X-rayed my elbow. It wasn't broken, but badly bruised.

Mom kept me home for the next two days. I don't know if that was the best choice because it just drew additional attention to my accident which probably all 600 some students knew about. Once back, I got hassled a lot when Miss D wasn't listening or immediately paying attention. One guy, Mitchell, who I hated would beat the rest of us into the bathroom and immediately raise all 4 seats. Jill heard about that from some of her friends and lots of the kids got laughs at my expense. I didn't however attempt to crap at school for the rest of that year. While my parents didn't think it was wise, dad told me he understood my fear. And Miss D did call home and give a couple of the guys after school time for continuing to joke about it. Some time later that winter, a girl got the restroom pass and a guy whispered to her to be careful and not do a Cody. There was laughter from much of the class. Since we had a substitute that day nothing was done.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Love at First Poop great story it sounds like you really had to poop pretty bad lucky you had someone there to help you.

To: Anna From Austria great story about your desperate poop.

To: Bianca great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Willow

Introduction

Hello everyone I'm Willow. 26 years, female. and said to be somewhat heavy. I've been lurking for a while, but maybe now I'll post something. I read Love at First Poop with great interest. Jason looked away all the the \ he was supposed to and never looked back. What would you have done if he didn't? What if he saw your vagina or saw you peeing or pooping? I'm curious.


Kermit

Natural born outdoor peeer

Today we were picking up our son from Kindergarten. He is now on a three day pooping schedule and enjoys taking a dump. One of the girls from his group called Layla was picked up at the same time. Her mother asked her to visit the toilet but she refused. Her mom said that she should think about her decision since she often needs to pee as soon as they left Kindergarten. Since she knows how to pee squatting outdoors she likes it alot and takes every chance to do so.

It is still interesting how naturally kids enjoy their toilet habits and it shows that it is neither cultural nor educational triggered - they like to pis and shit as well as we do ourselves.

Well for Layla her interest in outdoor pee can make things alot easier for her and her family when ever nature will call in the future - no need to argue about dirty toilets as long as some bushes are available.

Hope you liked this little story.
Kermit


Sarah

Peeing at concerts

Thanks for your replies all! :) I'm a bit surprised how many of you have suggested just wetting pants if I have to pee at the concert. Maybe it's more common than I had thought?

I guess I'll wear a pair of black jeans and pee in them if I really can't hold it. I want to be in the front row so going to the bathrooms isn't really an option.

I'm still a bit worried if I need to poop at the concert. I have some minor bowel problems and if the urge hits me, I can hold it for one or two hours, but definitely not through the whole concert. What solution would you people suggest?

Sarah


Friday, August 11, 2017


Blob

Trip away

Back from a working trip away with a colleague. On our day off we went to a 'Heritage Railway' to have a steam train ride.
I was sitting facing the engine at a window watching the countryside going by when I saw a man in black motorbike leathers standing pissing through the fence towards the train track, I could see his piss stream as the train got closer. Then to his right I was a big black motorbike.
That is when I got a quick flash of a female also in black leathers squatting between the bike and the fence, her pale white bum looking big against the black of her leathers, but we passed so quickly to get a good look.

We arrived back at the station and were walking out off the platform, I saw a mother strip her small daughter from the waste down and hold her up to pee on the platform floor. Why must people do that when there were toilets about 30 feet from her. Now some volunteer working on the railway have to clean it up.

On our way back we stopped for some food and my colleague a drink (I was driving the lorry) after we eat we walked to a pub he went in and I saw a ice-cream kiosk and went over to get one, there was a female talking to the female in the kiosk, I got my ice-cream and was now standing back near the pub wall eating it when I noticed the female outside the kiosk was holding her crotch and moving from foot to foot, she then walked away and into a shop but returned shaking her head and said to the kiosk female 'NO'.
I short time later she was dancing foot to foot again and walked off down the street, then my colleague came out of the pub and I lead him down the street back to our lorry in a car park, but also watching the female to see were she was going, hoping to see if she would pee in a side street or lane. but after a long'ish walk we were near the car park and yes she made it to the public toilets. Drat!


Uncle Harry

The Bus Driver Pees

I've been slow to post because I've been in a minor accident. I'm walking with a quad cane, not driving, and using the commercial bus service when my wife is not available. On this trip I was picked up with one other passenger, a women, already in the bus. I was seated on the door side. About 10 minutes out, the driver pulled off the road. She appologized, but said she needed to urinate desparately. She told me not to look out the window or I would see her urine coming out of her vagina. She started to take off her pants when the other lady said she needed to piss and told me I couldn't come with her because this was for women only. No men allowed. By the time she got out, the driver had pants and panties off. The lady had some trouble getting her pants off, but the driver helped her. By now, they forgot I could see everything out the window. They both half-squated and started peeing. The lady suddenly looked up and said "Don't look. we're going wee-wee". They sure were. There urine was pouring out of they're vaginas. Eventually, they finished, wiped they're pussies, put they're pants back on, and we took off.


Becc

Comments - Constipation and Diarrhea

Alyssa, great story! I'm sure that the feeling of not going for four days was miserable. The relief sounds amazing. Feel better soon. Write again.

The most I ever missed was three days. It was miserable. But when I finally went to the bathroom, I started with dry, chunky poops, and then went twice more that day, and was back to a daily bowel movement the next day. We were traveling during basketball season and sometimes that can make me miss a day. But three days - I was uncomfortable!

I was asked on a survey how I treat diarrhea if I get sick with it. I've taken Imodium on days when I can't let it run its course. Otherwise, I will take a sick day, skip class, and let my body do its thing. Diarrhea, if it's not chronic, is a good thing. Your body is getting rid of infection, tainted food, or maybe your colon is irritated and it needs to run its course.

Mary, my sister, has been working on her diet and anxiety as she prepares for medical school. She has been intentional about thinking positive, not worrying, doing yoga and such. We are settled in our new apartment near the medical school. Mary voluntarily showed me her poop this morning, which is something that I've done with her, but she has never done with me. It was a long, brown snake, not as thick as mine, but pretty long. She told me that her poops have been like that the past week or so. She said that she has felt much better. Good for her!

- Becc


Taylor

A toilet can be the most beautiful sight in the world.

So it has been a few days since I've had a poo for various reasons, and I usually go twice daily so my friend suggested one of her meals. She says she swears by it and it works every time, but it's also gentle so I can go when I want to, rather than a sudden uncontrollable urge like some laxatives. She is amazing at cooking and I wanted some relief so I agreed to try it, why not?

I arrived at her place and we spent some time talking while she cooked me this lovely meal, I'm not sure what was in it but it was like a soup, incredibly delicious and before I knew it, the bowl was empty. I spent a couple of hours hanging out with her before heading off into town to do a small spot of clothes shopping. I invited my friend to come with me but she had plans.

I parked my car at the retail park and began shopping, mostly browsing the dresses and things, nothing really caught my eye. It wasn't long before I felt a very familiar and pleasant feeling, I needed a poo! It had only been about three hours since I finished her meal so I was a little surprised at how fast it was acting, I was expecting it to be the next day or at least close to my afternoon poo time. As she said, it wasn't a strong urge at all and felt very manageable so I decided to finish at the shop first before finding some toilets.

I continued browsing and things started getting much stronger inside me, I definitely needed to go now and my stomach was making lots of strange noises, but I didn't feel desperate. I spent about another twenty minutes shopping, the feeling still getting stronger but I enjoyed the sensation of my stomach gurgling and working up a storm. I was impressed at how well it was working.

I had a few things to buy so I joined the queue, maybe 10 or so people in front of me, and just enjoyed the urge to poop getting stronger, knowing I would be able to find a toilet in a few minutes, and that I, as my friend said, "go whenever you want to." But the feeling kept getting stronger and stronger, and I quickly realised I was in trouble. I started to sweat and had a strong stomach ache, it gurgling louder than ever. I began to contemplate dropping my things and leaving to find a bathroom. I was getting really worried.

I eventually made it to a cashier and she started putting my things through the till, looking up at me after each item. It was obvious I was in a bad way. She leaned forward and quietly said "Are you okay?" I told her I really needed the toilet and asked if there was any I could use, I hadn't seen any in the store. She said there was some at the end, near the corner and started putting my things through quicker. I paid with contactless for the first time ever to speed things up, thanked her, and quickly walked to the toilets, almost a jog.

I pushed the door open and saw there was a few women in there but luckily no queue, and one of the five or so stalls was empty, right in the middle. I darted into it, slamming the door shut behind me and dropped my bag on the floor before ripping down my leggings just enough to go and throwing myself onto the toilet. My poo started coming out as soon as my buns hit the seat and I couldn't help but moan with relief. It had the consistency of soft serve ice cream and was coming out in one continuous rope. It felt orgasmic.

The smell was truly awful and I began to hear comments from some of the girls at the sinks but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was finally being able to poop. The rope broke off and I started peeing for a few seconds before my stomach cramped and pushed involuntarily for me, my poop now coming out in waves and falling into the bowl with a little "splat" rather than a splash.

The assault on the toilet bowl paused momentarily and I took the opportunity to lean forward and lock the door. My stomach was still doing somersaults so I knew I had a lot more to come, I just stayed relaxed and waited for it, still enjoying the relief of finally going. While I was waiting I emptied the rest of my bladder.

After about a minute my stomach cramped again and I began to push more soft poop out. I actually really enjoyed not being in control and just being there for the ride, not knowing what was coming up next. This continued for a few more minutes before I finally felt empty, and the stomach ache had subsided. Whew! I stood up and looked in the bowl, it wasn't a pretty sight! It looked like I had laid a cow pat in there, a thick layer of poop. Kinda like an Angel Delight for those familiar with it.

I flushed, happy to see clear water again and sat down for the dreaded clean up operation. After just the first wipe i knew I would be needing a lot of toilet paper, it was like a swamp back there. Those poops where you wipe, the paper is coated, but you feel like you haven't made any progress. After so many wipes the paper finally came back clean and I stood up to get dressed, flushing the pile of paper away. Thank god it went down! I pulled up my leggings and sprayed a LOT of perfume to try and make things a little more pleasant. Then I left to wash my hands, feeling a little self conscious but very relieved.


Love at first poop

So I went on a date last Friday with this cute guy that I seen at the local coffee shop a few times. He picked me up at my apartment at 7:00 and we went to a Chinese restaurant. The food was delicious. After supper we walked down the road and got ice cream. As we were walking I took a sharp pain in the stomach. I stopped walking and leaned up against a building with my hand over my stomach. Jason came over and asked if I was okay. I said I will be but I have to find a bathroom and fast. Jason asked me if I could walk and I said maybe but not very far. I tried walking and the pain just became worse. I was at the point where I had my hand behind me squeezing my ass cheeks together. We seen a port a potty in an alleyway and at first we thought it was weird but I didn't care I had to go before I went in my pants. That wouldn't make a good first impression. Jason lifted me up and brought me down to the portable toilet. When we got down in front of it we realized why it was here, there was no door on it. I asked Jason to stand guard and look away. I stepped in the portable toilet, hiked up my dress and sat down. My ass was barely situated on the seat when dirrahea started coming out of me. I felt so embarrassed but relieved at the same time. The pain was subsiding but my stomach was still gurgling so I knew there was more on the way. So I peed. Jason was a few ft away from me back turned. The poo was solid now and it was going to be a big one, I could feel my ass just stretching. Finally it stopped stretching and my stomach started pushing on it's own leaving me no choice but to grunt. I felt so bad for Jason I don't think this is how he planned the date to go. The head of the turd was out and it was sliding out of me. It slid for so long I didn't think it was ever going to cut off. Finally it cut off and another turd followed behind it. I felt empty so I reached for the toilet paper cleaned myself up and got my clothes back on. I apologized to Jason for having to hear that and he said don't worry about it everybody poops. He drove me home and he didn't leave my apartment until the next morning. I guess that is a good sign.


Tlana

Grandma's visit

Once, sometimes twice a year, Grandma comes to town for a visit. She completely takes over our house and does all the chores and stuff like that while our parents get away for a few days. We all love Grandma. She's about 80 but she has definite opinions. Mom says she's rigid in her ways. Grandma makes her opinions known. A couple of years ago she called me out for having skidmarks in each pair of my underwear. She knew they came out of the hamper in my bedroom and after she ran them through the washer twice, she sat down for a session with me. I was fully honest with her--something I partially regret. I think I was in 9th grade then, but she treated me like a little kid. She said I had to regulate myself to poo at home before leaving for school rather than between classes at school. That was her solution to my not having time to adequately do the number of wipes to keep my underwear clean. She said when she was my age in the early 1950s she would get up at 4:30 or 5 a.m. so such needs could be taken care of before leaving for school. For the four years of high school she said she never once pooed at school. And for the few times she weed, she would put toilet paper over the seat before sitting down. My older sister Myyra heard the conversation and laughed out loud. Grandma gave both Myyra and me a Kleenex-size package of sanitary toilet seat protectors at Christmas. Myyra rolled her eyes when she opened the present and I think Grandma was kind of hurt by the response.

This summer Grandma came to visit for the week of 4th of July. She went with me and Trenton and his twin brother Turner to the zoo. I'm hired each summer to take Trenton and Turner, who are both nine, each day while their father is at work. During our picnic lunch at the zoo, I went to the bathroom first. I peed pretty much normally and when I came out the boys ran in. While I was trying to finish my drink, Grandma started asking me about the condition of the bathrooms. I told her I had peed and wiped (emphasizing wiped well) but she found something wrong to complain about. I had sat directly down on the toilet seat. I told her I had washed my hands (the truth) and it wasn't likely that I was going to get an STD. She shook her head a couple of times and luckily Trenton came running out. He told us Turner would be a while because he was taking a "3 day dump". Grandma seemed appalled. Then she said something about hopefully he wasn't touching things. I didn't fully understand what she meant at that point, but when I told Myyra, she brought up the seat covering and handwashing issues. Of course, Grandma asked Turner about that when he came out. She's so like anal. But me and Myyra try to be understanding and love her.


Anna from Austria
Sorry for not writing for a long time i was quite busy.

Yesterday I was at a bar with 2 friends Sonja and Katrin. After 2 drinks i got ???? pain and needed to to Ladies room. It was just a small bathroom with 2 stalls and luckily both were empty. The stalls were quite messy, with lots of toilet paper, on the floor. The first stall i took even had no usable toilet paper left. Luckily the second stall had enough paper. So i locked the door pulled down my pants and my thong and sat on the toilet. I started to push, and after a long prfft style fart i did a lot of mushy almost liquid poo, then some more farts, and more mushy poo. Then i peed and wiped my bottom. many times. Then i flushed, washed hands and left toilet. The toilet was smelling very bad now, but luckily i was alone the whole time during my poop.

Greetings from Austria

Anna


B
The other day I had to leave early for work and didn't have a lot of time to get ready. I had to poop and would've liked to have gone, but there just wasn't enough time, so I had to hold it. By the time I got home the urge had all but vanished. Like Kramer, I had "missed my chance", and now it was nothing but a distant feeling in my gut. I decided to just sleep on it, figuring it would come back the next day, especially since I had been eating a lot of fibre. But unfortunately, by the next morning it was still the same. I knew there would be no use trying to poop now since I would barely be able to get anything out, so in order to stop the problem from getting any worse, I decided to take two laxative pills. I'd only taken laxatives once in my life (and that was when I was REALLY constipated following a surgery), so I didn't really know what to expect. On the box it said that it would provide "overnight relief", and it was almost noon, so I figured they would do the trick by around bedtime. Well, by then, I had to poop a little bit more, but still not enough to where I would go out of my way to actually relieve myself. In the end, though, I decided to just go, since I knew I couldn't keep holding it forever. It was a decent poop, though disappointingly small since I knew I had more to let out. But I was tired, so I went to bed. While I was lying in bed, my stomach started feeling a little funny. I let out a few farts, a couple of them were loud and wet. I felt some minor cramps, but I figured it was just gas and went to sleep. Suddenly I woke up in the middle of the night, my body telling me I HAD TO GO NOW. I was like, "Oh, we're doing this now? Ok" and rushed to the bathroom, careful not to wake up the other people in the house. Immediately as I sat down on the toilet it all exploded out of me. It was very liquidy and my ass got slightly sore from passing all those soft stools. It was one of the longest shits I'd taken in a long time. I could barely even see any turds floating in the bowl, it just looked like a big pool of brown. After a while, it died down, and I could still feel there was some left, but by that point I was exhausted so I called it a day and went back to bed. The next morning, I felt the need to go again, and did the rest of my business. This time was much quicker, since it was just leftovers, and I got it mostly all out in one go, but again I filled up the whole bowl, though it was much chunkier in texture this time. Those laxatives really did their job!


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Natalie great story it sounds like you both had great poops in double seater outhouse.

To: Rachel great story.

To: Taylor great story about your desperate poop.

To: Maria great story about your desperate poop it sound you made it with seconds to spare.

To: Alyssa first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you had a really great poop and I bet you felt amazing afterwards and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Becc it sounds like Mary had rough end to a great day at least you were there to help her out.

To: Abbie as always another great story about you and your friends.

To: Jane The Poop great story it sounds like you had a great cleanout.

To: Mike B it sounds like your mom was very desperate.

To: Lauren great story.

To: Sandrine great story.

To: Megan great story about you and your friends.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site




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