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Macy

Sister poop

Taylor T- Your grandma sounds funny. I bet your poops DO stink lol.

So a couple weeks ago after lunch my sister Allie and I was watching tv in my room when we announced we had to go poop and come with her because it "feels huge and might take awhile". I followed her into the hallway bathroom and sat on the end of the bathtub. She said she had been prairie dogging for a while. She pulled her shorts and pink undies down and plopped her bum onto the toilet. Right away a machine gun of farts rips out of her. We both giggle. "I told you I had to go" she says. Another fart and her turd starts to crackle. The crackling stops, she grunts for a couple minutes to get it going again. She looks down between her legs and says DANG check it out and leans over a little and I see about a foot long turd hanging out of her butt! I say keep pushing and a couple more inches and it falls in the toilet. Allie leans back and farts some more and says I got more I think and a another turd falls in the toilet. She says she's done she gets up and we look at her mammoth turd and another probably 6 inches. She wipes pulls up her undies and shorts and flushes

Macy


Taylor

Birthday poop

Yesterday (Saturday) was my birthday! I spent this weekend with my mother and got to do something that is very special to me and I feel like nothing can replace it, I got to poop with her! I feel this incredible bond when I'm sharing such a private and intimate moment with her, even though it's something so natural that we all do, often daily.

I got up on Saturday morning and we spent some time in the kitchen together, talking, eating breakfast, the usual. After a while I really needed to get my morning relief but I didn't want to interrupt our conversation and I hate shouting through a door so I invited her into the bathroom with me. She accepted my offer and she leaned against my bathroom door while I pulled my jeans and knickers down to my calves and made myself comfortable on the toilet. This was going to be such an amazing moment.

We resumed our conversation and after about 20 seconds I felt my backdoor gently opening as my poop effortlessly made its way out of me. I didn't react to it but I'm sure she knew the moment I was going. Mothers have that special ability to notice even the smallest of things about their children. We carried on talking and she flashed me a smile as my poop fell into the water with a "flumph" it was a big one. I started my first wee of the day, sighing to myself as I unloaded the coffee along with everything stored overnight, it tinkling gently into the water below. My wee tapered off after about 30 seconds and I stayed seated waiting for the rest. My mother had always encouraged me as a little girl to take as long as I needed so I knew she wouldn't mind waiting for me. In fact she was probably happy that I wasn't rushing.

After about a minute I couldn't help but smile as I quietly farted and opened up again. My poops are always soft and effortless, and this was no exception. I was pleasurably stretched open by it slowly moving out of me and just kept talking with my mother, really enjoying the experience. It broke off with a quiet splash and I remained open as the rest made its way out, soon falling into the bowl with another splash. I was empty so I got myself some toilet paper, starting with my front and then using more for my behind, it only took a few wipes and I pulled up my clothes as I stood. I looked into the bowl just before I flushed and saw one long log sitting in really yellow water, the other two obscured by my toilet paper. I flushed and as I was washing my hands my mother asked if it was okay for her to go too. I told her it was fine and she pulled her jeans and knickers down to her knees as she sat down on the toilet next to the sink.

She had only been sat for a few seconds before she began a strong hissing stream, a big contrast to my much more gentle wees. She went for a short while and as the hissing died away it was replaced by a faint crackling as she started pooping. There was a quiet splash as I finished washing my hands and I leaned against the counter, talking to her while she went. About 10 seconds later there was another splash and she began wiping. She used three pieces to wipe her behind and then wiped her front twice before standing up and redressing. She washed her hands and we relaxed for a little while before going shopping together. Not much happened toilet wise until about 6pm when we was getting ready to go home.

We both needed a wee and I was wanting my evening poop so we figured it would be best to go before driving home. We put our shopping in the car and then walked across to the pay toilets at the car park. They cost 20 pence to use, but they are easily worth every penny. We put in our coins and went through the turnstile before turning into the ladies. All five stalls were empty so we took two next to each other, my mother being next to the wall. I pulled down my jeans and knickers to my calves, like I always do when I know I'm going to poop and we began peeing within seconds of each other. She went for about 30 seconds and I finished as she was wiping but I remained seated, knowing I wasn't finished yet. My mother pulled up her clothes and just as she was leaving her stall I felt my poop crowning. I stayed relaxed and let it happen at its own pace, not concerned about how long I was keeping my mother waiting for. It slowly slid out of me and after a few seconds it fell into the water with a quiet splash. I rather enjoyed knowing she would be able to hear what I was doing, knowing her daughter had a healthy diet and was pooping for the second time that day. Another piece made its way out of me and I savoured the moment, enjoying the sensations. It fell into the bowl with another splash and I began wiping. Amazingly I only needed two pieces for my behind and I used one to wipe my front before standing up and redressing. Before I flushed I peeked into the bowl and saw two smooth logs about 3 inches long, my tissue sitting next to them. I flushed, washed my hands and we headed home. It had been an amazing day.


Sonya Sue

Extreme heat and constipation

Over the past couple of summers I've gone through a week or two or three of extreme constipation. Each time its been when the temperature is over 95 or 100 for several days in a row. I drink a lot more water and other fluids to a point where I might need to pee once an hour, but my bowels make my gut feel like a stuffed trash can. The past few days I've competed in a day-long outdoor volleyball tournament with my boyfriend Cameron. A couple of days before that I took my nieces Sara and Kara, who are 6 and 7, respectively, to a regional theme park where we could get almost 12 hours of rides in. Each crapped early that morning, but when I tried my bowels seemed dead. That was my 4th day without a crap, although I sat down and peed a river each time they did. They and I have doubled our fluids on such days. They are fast down and fast off the toilet and will often come to my stall and demand that I hurry up. So Aunt Sonya at best will get about a 10 minute sit in before they gang up on me to get back to the rides or beach or other activity. I'm starting to feel more guilty because I'm not like that the rest of the year. And Sara and Kara are only with me for a day's visit. The other night when Cameron and I got back to his apartment, I practically ran in for my 14th or 15th pee that day because both he and I drank almost a ton of water between matches, along with some large 2 liter bottles of pop which we shared. Both he and I had to get up in the night to pee. Once I accidentally tripped and fell onto him as I was getting back into bed. He was hopeful that I had shit. I told him no chance and was so frustrated that I was unable to get back to sleep.


Bianca

Loo Visit

Hi everyone. I had at least 4 loo visits today passing sloppy shit. This morning's round was noisy and the first 2 were at home. Later on, I listened to my keyboard recording, and straightened up a bit. To Anna From Austria: That's a new one for me. Diarrhea behind a normal feeling poo. I've had the splats, but I don't think I've had what you described. Keep those interesting stories coming. Bye!


Michael W.

After A Workout

Hi everyone. I'm back to share another pooping story. But first I like horror movies and I would like to name a few horror movies that I have seen where someone gets killed while they are pooping on the toilet.

Friday the 13th Part 3.
This chubby middle aged guy, his name is Harold. He runs into the house. His wife asks him what happened. And then she says "Its all that crap you been stuffing yourself with." I think the snake latterly scared the shit out of him. Then it cuts to where he's on the toilet taking a shit. He drops like two or three logs into the toilet.

Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning.
This African American guy who looks like Michael Jackson in 'Thriller,' his name is Demon says that what he ate didn't agree with him. So he runs to the outhouse and takes his dump. His girlfriend is standing outside bothering him and rocking the outhouse back and forth. He says "Stop!" And then him and his girlfriend start singing a duet of a love song.

A Nightmare On Elm Street 4: The Dream Master.
This dude with black spikey hair named Rick goes into one of the stalls. And then it cuts to where he is sitting on the toilet. I don't know if he was pooping but he did fall asleep while he was on the toilet. Anyways his stall door opens and a bunch of cheerleaders gather around him and they laugh.

Halloween. (The Rob Zombie Version)
Joe Grizzly is sitting on the toilet looking at a porno mag and then Michael Myers starts knocking on the door. Joe Grizzly then says "Hey Buddy, I got a Deluxe Supreme Taco talking back at me so can I pass this beast in peace?"

Hostel.
Its been so long since I seen this movie. I don't remember what specifically happened but this guy did get killed while he was pooping on the toilet.

Sleepaway Camp.
This is like Friday the 13th. Billy one of the teenage bullies goes into the bathroom in his cabin. He takes a magazine with him. While he is in the stall taking a shit, the killer takes a wooden bar and slips it through the door handle. And then the killer goes outside of the cabin bathroom, takes a knife and cuts the screen on the window and then the killer throws a bee's nest into the stall with Billy. And then Billy gets stung to death by bees.

And lastly…

It.
Not the original or remake but the book. I read the book twice. I don't remember what page this is on but the book said this. 'The poor woman had been sitting on the john when her toilet exploded like a bomb.'
Now onto my story…

It was September of 2012. I was 24 years old and unemployed. I couldn't find a job anywhere bcz the economy was sucking and I was living in South Carolina at the time. Anyways I was doing things to keep me from being depressed from not having a job. I think I had pasta with an apple and a banana and I drank iced tea, apple juice and water. I was donating plasma to earn a lil bit of cash and they said to eat a hearty meal and get some exercise before donating. After I ate I waited for an hour to let the food settle in my stomach bcz I didn't want to get sick while working out. When an hour had passed I did stretching, karate, push ups, sit-ups, etc. And then I lifted weights. I drank water when I got thirsty. After I had finished working out I felt the urge to poop. We had 3 bathrooms in this house. The one I usually use was occupied cuz my older bro was in there. I didn't want to use the bathroom across the hall bcz that toilet didn't flush. So I went to the master bedroom to use the bathroom in there. My dad was at work. I closed the door, pulled down my jean shorts and boxers and sat on the toilet. I relaxed my butt for a minute and let a banana poop slide out of my butt. It was 12 inches long and 2 and a half inches in diameter. Then I farted. Then another banana poop slid out of my butt. It was about the same size as the first turd and then I farted again. I thought I was done. But then I felt some more poop that was ready to come out. I relaxed for 5 minutes thinking that it was gonna come out on its own. I farted again. It started to come out of my ass very slowly. I decided to give it a push. Nothing. I pushed again. Nothing. I pushed for 5 minutes and nothing. So I tried something else. I took my shorts and boxers off and I was only wearing a T-shirt with socks. I got prepared to try a different position. I sat there with my legs spread apart and started to push and strain real loud. UHHHHHHHHHHHH! And this stubborn poop came out of my ass. I sighed in relief. The turd was about 10 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. I had to catch my breath for a minute and then I felt some more ready to come out. I pushed again. And I thought another turd was gonna come out but I only farted. It was loud. It was like PFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTTT! I sighed in relief again. I massaged my belly. First the right side and then left side. I pushed and grunted again. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! My face turned red. And then a 9 inch turd came out of my ass. I sighed again catched my breath and started pushing again. This time skinny rope like poop came out of my butt. I wouldn't break off. So I kept pushing and grunting really loud going UHHHHH! and HUUUGGGHHHHH! It came out slowly each time I pushed. I continued pushing for 4 more minutes and then this long piece finally fell into the toilet. Then I pushed out a couple of snickers sized turds into the toilet. And then I pushed out 3 or 4 fun sized snickers bars into the toilet. I farted again. And then I pushed out 5 soft serve turds which were like 4 inches long. And then I pushed out 6 tootsie rolls and then small scoops of chocolate ice cream. I farted 3 times and then I pushed again to make sure if there was anything left and then I was pretty sure I was done. I stood up and looked into the toilet to admire my work. It was a pile of sticks and twigs. I was like "Wow!" Then I sat back down on the toilet to wipe my butt with toilet paper. It took 10 wipes to get my butt completely clean. When I wiped my butt the last time the only thing I saw was a lil bit of blood. Then I flushed the toilet. Luckily it all went down but there were skid marks in the toilet. So then I took some toilet cleanser and a brush to wipe the mess away and then I flushed the toilet again to make it look like my business never happened. I put my boxers and shorts back on and then I washed my hands. As I came out of the bathroom I sighed in relief. I looked at my watch and realized that I had been in there for 50 minutes. It was a pretty good pooping session. And that's my story. I'll post another one in a week or so. Till then Happy Pooping.


Imogen

oops, almost made it

Hey guys

Had an embarrassing moment at the weekend, have to admit I wet myself. But not in the traditional sense of the word!

I was out on Saturday with some friends, we'd been in a beer garden since mid afternoon. I left the pub about 9pm to head home. Almost as soon as I was at the end of the street I felt I needed a wee, I actually considered going back to the pub but thought I'd inevitably find somewhere to squat. I realised that I was rapidly feeling quite desperate, and luckily found a spot behind a car to squat and wee. I felt so much better after that and carried on home but rapidly felt a need for another wee again. I'd been drinking for hours by that point and because it was so hot had had plenty of water as well, so it's not surprising. I was about 10 minutes from home and feeling pretty desperate but hurried on, there were people around so squatting wouldn't be easy to do discreetly.

By the time I got to the end of my road I was doing an obviously desperate walk. On the front doorstep, I crossed my legs and bent over, but as I did so I felt a squirt escape. I knew I really didn't have long left! I tore up the stairs whilst undoing the button of my shorts and threw myself onto the loo as I pulled them down, relaxing completely and feeling the relief... only it was quickly turned into surprise as I realised that I hadn't pulled my knickers down... and was weeing at full speed into them. I tried to edge them down but in doing so managed to get wee all down my legs, so I just sat down and finished.

I was laughing about it, maybe because of the alcohol ha! My lilac knickers were soaked in the crotch and up the back, and I had to clean up my legs.

At least I was at home!


Lavah

my friend's mom helped me poop

Hello, hello! Today I'd like to share with you a story from my childhood about a time when I was constipated at a friend's house.

A little background for you. I've said this before on here, but I've always had constipation issues ever since I was an infant and due to this, I'm very open about my toilet habits (or lack thereof!). This story took place when I was 6 or 7 years old when Dina, a friend of mine from school, had invited me to stay the night at her house one weekend. I remember I hadn't pooped in a few days on this particular night, but I can't remember how many.

Dina and I spent the day playing in her backyard. As the sun started to set, Dina's mom called us inside for dinner. She had cooked a tasty casserole for the two of us and herself. (Dina's dad didn't live with her. I can't remember the specifics.) I was starving after playing all day and I remember eating everything on my plate. When we were finished, Dina and I went into her bedroom to play. I remember we were building a blanket fort on her bed when I started to get a really full feeling in my ????. I excused myself to the bathroom. (I already knew where it was because I had peed a few times earlier in the day.) I sat myself on the toilet and gave a few pushes to see if I could poop. Nothing happened so I gave up after a couple of minutes. I returned to Dina's room to continue making the fort, still feeling like I needed to poop. Around half an hour later, we were nearly finished with the fort and ready to settle into it so we could watch a movie when my stomach started to cramp up. I excused myself to the bathroom once again. I sat back down on the toilet and gave a big, desperate push to try and get things moving, but to no avail. I remember after several minutes of pushing, I heard a knock on the door. It was Dina. "Lavah, are you okay?" she asked. I told her yes and that I'd be out in a minute. I pushed and strained for several more minutes until a huge turd had made its way into my rectum and was barely poking out. I was sweating from the pain. Dina knocked on the door again. "Lavah? Are you sure you're okay?" she asked. I paused between grunts to respond. I figured this poop was something I wasn't going to be able to pass on my own. "No. Can you go get your mom?" Dina left and a few moments later, there was another knock at the door. "Can I come in, honey?" I heard her mom say. I said yes and she opened the door to see me bent over on the toilet. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" she asked, bending down to stroke my hair. "My poop won't come out," I replied. My mom had warned her about my constipation issues prior to the sleepover so I don't think she was surprised by my situation. She asked me to stand up and turn around so she could have a look. I did so and she informed me that my poop was out about an inch. She had me sit back on the toilet and started rubbing my stomach. She told me to tell her if she was hurting me. After a few minutes of this, she told me to start pushing again as she rubbed. I strained as her hands massaged my ????. "Nnnnnnn! ....... Nnnnnnnnnnnh!!! ... Nnn! .... Nnnnh! .... Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh!" The turd came out a little but was stuck again. I began to cry. "It's too big!" I wailed. She grabbed a tissue off of the counter and handed it to me. "Don't worry, it will come out. Just relax," she coaxed while patting my knee. She suggested I spread my legs to help open me up more and put a footstool underneath my feet to put me in more of a squatting position. She continued rubbing my ???? with one hand while I squeezed her other hand and began straining again. "Nnnnnnnnnnh! ..... NNNNNHH! .......... NNNNNNNH! .......... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!!" I was hit with a strong cramp and knew this was it. "Here it comes!" I shouted, doubling over. The poop began to slowly slide out, stretching my little butthole to its limits in the process. Dina's mom wrapped her arms around me, comforting me as I screamed. Finally, the beast fell into the toilet. Dina's mom hugged me for a few minutes until I caught my breath and had stopped crying. I told her I still had more poop in me. I spent the next 45 minutes on the toilet pushing out several, much smaller turds. Dina's mom stayed with me the whole time in case I needed help again. Thankfully I never did. When I finished, she got me a glass of water. I thanked her for her help and she told me it was no problem. I went back into Dina's room to see that Dina had fallen asleep in our blanket fort. I changed into my sleepwear and joined her, exhausted after that monster poop.

I hope this was a good story! I'm wondering, has anyone else ever had help pooping from a friend's parent?


To Ashleigh:

You mentioned in a previous post that you had a funny story about pooping your pants out of spite? Would you mind telling that story?


Tuesday, July 23, 2019


Anna from Austria

too much alcohol

Yesterday I was at a Birthday Party of an old friend. Was a nice Party, but unfortunately I had way too much alchol. Was the first time in years that I have been really wasted.

After waking up today, I felt the urge to the bathroom immediately. I went to my bathroom pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet.


I started to push and immediately I a rather soft log started to come out, and then all of sudden my poo turned too liquid and I had rather explosive diarrhea for the next couple of minutes. It was so gross.

And it also was weird for some reason. It is normal that my bowel movements are a mess after drinking too much. So not a big surprise. But the curious part was, that my poo started normal with a rather soft log, and then suddenly turned into the worst diarrhea I had in years. It was almost as exaggerated as the diarrhea Scenes portrayed in some Comedy movies.

Well that's it for today.

hope you liked my Story

greetings from Austria

Anna


Macy

Sister poop

Taylor T- Your grandma sounds funny. I bet your poops DO stink lol.

So a couple weeks ago after lunch my sister Allie and I was watching tv in my room when we announced we had to go poop and come with her because it "feels huge and might take awhile". I followed her into the hallway bathroom and sat on the end of the bathtub. She said she had been prairie dogging for a while. She pulled her shorts and pink undies down and plopped her bum onto the toilet. Right away a machine gun of farts rips out of her. We both giggle. "I told you I had to go" she says. Another fart and her turd starts to crackle. The crackling stops, she grunts for a couple minutes to get it going again. She looks down between her legs and says DANG check it out and leans over a little and I see about a foot long turd hanging out of her butt! I say keep pushing and a couple more inches and it falls in the toilet. Allie leans back and farts some more and says I got more I think and a another turd falls in the toilet. She says she's done she gets up and we look at her mammoth turd and another probably 6 inches. She wipes pulls up her undies and shorts and flushes

Macy


To Ashleigh:

You mentioned in a previous post that you had a funny story about pooping your pants out of spite? Would you mind telling that story?


Sara z


Hey everyone!
Im a 31 year old female pregnant with my second child.
the past week I have been reading the posts on here and I am a bit relieved that other normal people have had bathroom mishaps in the past. I have had my fair share of accidents from slightly wetting or soiling my panties while just getting to the toilet to full blown out accidents of both kinds. There was many times where my mom would come in to my room with a pair of my soiled panties asking me what happened? I have never shared my accidents with anyone but I feel like it will be fun to recall some of my more memorable ones on here. I'll start with my younger ones and go from there.

The first accident post diaper era that comes to my mind is a time me and my mom visited distant relatives. I was five years old at the time so I don't fully recall the details. they had a boy my age there so we were in the living room playing with his toys and our parents were on the couches chatting away. I do remember that I was wearing pants and not a dress. I was sitting on the floor and felt the need to poop but I was preoccupied and didn't want to be bothered. I decided to hold it and I guess I was fidgeting at one point because my mom asked if I needed to use the bathroom, and I said that I was fine but in reality I wasn't fine at all. I remember feeling a fart coming through and I followed through with the fart, I was sitting on my knees on the floor when I suddenly felt my panties quickly soil with poop, i got up and rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, my mom always washed my butt back then so she came in the bathroom and asked if I was done and I said that I was, with my pants still down she lifted me over the sink and started rinsing my butt and she quickly seen that my butt was smeared in poop and I remember her saying Sandi why is your butt so dirty? She quickly peeked in between my legs and seen that my panties had a blob of poo in them, I remember her telling our cousin that we had to leave and she was telling my mom that she was making coffee and for us to stay, my mom admitted to her that I didn't fully make it to the toilet and soiled myself, our cousin playfully smacked me and asked my mom if she had a change of clothes for me but she didn't because since she potty trained me I didn't really have any accidents, but after that time my mom would always take a to go bag that had an emergency kit anytime she knew that we would be out of the house for a while.

About a year and a half later it was the summer and I was outside playin with my neighbor who was 2 years older than me. I always tried to act older around her because I really enjoyed playing with her. On this particular day I had drank a lot of lemonade and we were running around in her backyard when i got a sudden urge to pee. I remember standing there clenching my legs, she asked if I had to pee, immediately blushing I said no, and she started running around. Trying to act normal I started to follow her but I started peeing uncontrollably. I was wearing a summer dress and the pee was coming down both legs. I quickly rubbed my legs together and was now peeing full force down my legs. I looked around my for my friend and I seen that she had went inside, I thought I was in the clear when her mom suddenly came out and called me over. She asked me if I had peed my panties and I looked down and noticed my dress was still dry and I denied it. She actually lifted my dress and seen my wet panties and sent me home to my mom to get changed. I didn't get into to much trouble but my mom told me To always make sure to use the bathroom when I have to go and there was no reason for me to hold it and wet my self when I was just next door.

The following accident was a miracle that I did not get caught by any of my class mates or teachers. I was in the fourth grade so I was either 9 or 10 years old. I would always wake up in the morning and poop at home and never liked to use the bathrooms at school for a number 2. I remember this particular morning I couldn't get myself to go, so I peed put on grey sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt that was long enough to cover half of my butt. I also put on a jacket as it was a colder day. I got into my first class and halfway through I felt my ???? ache slightly and to my horror my need to poop came on. I subconsciously decided to hold it and didn't have any issues for the fist 3 hours. At lunch I was having my lunch with a couple of my friends when an intense cramp hit my ????, I remember sitting there as I released a solid load into my panties in the middle of the school day at lunch. I tried to remain calm and raised my hands and one of the lunch moms approached me and I asked if I could use the bathroom and told her it was an emergency and that I was feeling sick, she told me to throw away my lunch and to head straight to class after as lunch was almost over any way, I slowly stood up and I held my shirt from my side and tried to pull it down to cover my butt and trying not to be obvious to all the kids that I had a load in my pants. I rushed into my locker and grabbed my jacket first and ran to the bathroom. I remember just cleaning my panties the best that I could and contemplated just taking them off but for some reason I decided to keep them on. Trying to mask the smell all i had was hand sanitizer and I remember just pouring a little bit in my panties. To my horror the outside of my pants had a faint brownish yellow stain on the back the size of a softball. I tied my jacket around my waist and hoped that I could go through the next 3 hours without any problems. The next two classes no one questioned anything and besides being real uncomfortable and itchy down there everything seemed good. The final class as I was walking in to science my teacher looked me and told me to put my jacket in the locker. This was not good for me but I took the jacket and placed it in my locker and when I walked back to class the teacher was showing the class something about photosynthesis and I quickly walked past a couple classmates praying that they didn't look closely at my butt and sat down. The teacher gave us as assignment and asked us to get up and turn it in once we were done. Even though I finished early I stayed in my seat as I was nervous that someone would stand right behind me and see the stain or stand to close and maybe even smell me. Just then the teacher started walking around and as he passed me I handed him the paper and he took it. Now all I had to do was get out of this class and get my jacket and run to the bus and sit. The bell rang but before we were dismissed the teacher asked me and another boy to stay for a moment. My heart immediately started pounding, did he know that I pooped myself? We were now both at the front of his desk and the other kid ran back to his desk to grab something so now my butt would be facing him when he would turn to walk back. The teacher just me that the science lab had dangerous chemicals and a loose jacket hanging was a safety hazard and he told the other kid that if he caught him chewing gum again he would get detention. We were then excused and the kid came up to me as we were walking out of class and said that there was a big stain on my butt. Trying to think fast I told him that I sat in some food at lunch, he said it looks like you pooped your pants, to which I denied and told him that was gross, it seemed like he bought it and I finally made it home and only my sister was home and she was in her room so I quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, stuffing my panties in the bottom of the garbage can. I didn't want to throw my sweat pants away because I knew my mom would ask where they were. I stuffed them in the bottom of the laundry hamper hoping she would toss them in the wash without noticing a big brown stain. Well 2 nights later she came into my room holding those same pants up asking me what happened. She was pretty mad at me for trying to hide it from her.

A few years after that, I was probably 12 or 13, we had a family picnic at the beach. I was playing with a group of kids of different ages by the sand area near the water. I just remember having stomach cramps, and while running I dropped a moist load in my blue one piece swimsuit. I turned around and seen my cousin Jessica behind me and I started running towards the water, as I was running some of the poop slipped out the leg holes my suit and rolled down my leg. I made it into the water and quickly swam in and started to scrub my swimsuit while I was wearing it under water. Once I thought I was clean enough i got out of the water and headed back to the picnic area, and from
Far away I seen my mom standing talking to Jessicas mom and Jessica was standing next to them. I was praying that Jessica hadn't seen anything but as soon as I made it my mom said "oh hunny what happened?" I was like "nothing mom, what do you mean?" She blurted in front of Jessica and her mom that I pooped my suit which caused me to immediately blush but I of course denied it right away. Jessicas mom jumped in responding that Jessica seen me soil my self and that my bathing suite was still stained in the back, my mom turned me around and confirmed a brown streak along the back sides were the poop had rolled out from. Needless to say me and Jessica didn't speak much after this day.

Fast forward to a summer where I was 16 years old. My parents took me and two of my siblings to northern Michigan and rented a cottage up there for a week. When we arrived the cottage was surrounded by trails and also had a road that connected to a main road. On about our third day there I woke up to terrible stomach pains and rushed to the toilets and sprayed diarrhea into the toilet. Before the evening I had went to the restroom at least five times and my mom gave me some medicine to settle my stomach. I decided to shower since my butt was fairly dirty at this point. After I got out my family wanted us all to head for a walk to the mini mart about a mile and a half away. I thought that I felt better and changed into my jeans and a regular shirt and regular panties that just hugged my butt. Well we literally made it about 3 blocks went i released a fart and it immediately felt wet as I released a little bit of diarrhea in my panties. I told my family that I wasn't feeling well and grabbed the cottage key from my dad and turned around. Walking back To the cottage I was just praying that I could make it back without destroying my pants. But that lasted about a block as I got another uncontrollable urge to fart and as it released I just remember completely losing control as liquid diarrhea poured into my panties and fell down my leg holes. Within seconds my whole backside, the insides of my legs, and even slightly up my back was caked in diarrhea.
I made it inside and rushed into the bathroom. I got into the bathtub and stripped down all of my clothes and rinsed them in the bath. The panties were very stained so I stuffed them in a grocery bag and tied it. After I rinsed my jeans with soap I got most of the stains out and once I got cleaned up and dressed I went into one of the trails and threw the bag with my soiled panties towards a bunch of trees, and I set my jeans on a branch to dry up. Luckily I got away with it and didn't have anymore mishaps for the rest of the trip.

After that incident I started doing a lot better in controlling my bowels. Even the small mishaps were cut down and a lot less streak marks on my panties. When I was 23 years old I was dating my now husband. He was a huge sports fan and convinced me to go watch a professional basketball game with him. I agreed and I borrowed one of his jerseys and wore a pair of dark blue jeans that fig snug on my body. He picked me up and we headed to the game, finally found a parking spot and quickly headed inside not paying attention to where we parked because it was raining and we didn't want to get drenched. Once inside my husband ordered himself a beer and I ordered a soda since I wasn't much of a drinker. During halftime we hit the concessions again, I thought about using the restrooms to relieve my bladder but there were about 5 girls in line waiting, I decided that I would be fine and refilled my drink and we took our seats again. The game finally finished and we made our way into the parking lot, once outside Alex asked me if I had any idea where we parked and I shrugged my shoulders and we laughed it off. We started walking towards a set of cars and quickly realized that our car was mixed in between 10,000 cars. We were pressing the panic button on the remote but no sound. My urge to pee came back stronger than ever and the fact that it was slightly raining outside didn't help my need. About 10 minutes of walking around looking we still had no idea where we parked, the sodas needed releasing and my bladder was hard as a rock. I suddenly lost a spurt and immediately felt my front area get hot. I was now losing spurts and had to stop for cross my legs at one point, Alex then hearing a beep goes babe I think we found it, that excitement was to much as a longer spurt released this time lasting about 3 seconds. I started following him from behind and quickly rubbed my fingers towards the front of my jeans and to my horror there was a wet patch the size of a softball on my pants. Luckily his jersey was long and went down right above my knees. During the car ride home I lost a few more spurts in my panties and was feeling wet. I asked him to take me home and once we arrived to his house I kept his jersey on and quickly gave him a kiss and went inside, praying that he didn't get a whiff of pee from me.


Ashleigh

Ava

To Canada Poop: How old was Jessica when she would poop her pants and how long did it last? How would she do it? Do you have any stories about her that you would be willing to share?

Well, it finally happened. Ava had another accident.
We signed Ava up for an art camp during the day at the local community center. On the third day, we got a call from the teacher in charge of it, who said that Ava has had an accident and needed to be picked up. Now, usually a mother would assume that meant she had gotten hurt or something, but with Ava's history, our mom knew exactly what that meant. So we got to the community center to pick Ava up, and found her sitting in the lobby with her teacher, who said again that Ava had an accident in her pants. Mom stood her up and checked her pants, and saw that her jeans were full of poop that was squished and smeared all over her from sitting down, and Ava had obviously been crying. Mom thanked the teacher, took Ava by the hand, and walked her out.

When we got in the car, Mom asked how this happened. Ava said that she had felt the urge to go during the morning but decided she didn't need to go then. Over time, the urge got worse but she still decided she didn't need to go that bad. When she felt like it was going to come out soon, she decided to go, but there was somebody already in the bathroom so she had to wait. She couldn't wait and ended up doing it in her pants.

Keeping up on her promise from the last time Ava had an accident, Mom told Ava she was going to start wearing diapers again. Ava started crying and begging her not to. On the way home, Mom stopped at Walmart and made use wait in the car. She came out five minutes later with two packages of large Goodnites.

When we got home, we brought Ava into the bathroom to help her clean up. When she pulled her jeans down, her poop covered the inside of her panties and butt, was smeared onto her front, and on the inside of her legs. There was a little bit of poop on her jeans, but not so much that they were ruined. She peeled her panties down and we started to clean her. Her panties were absolutely destroyed so we threw them out. We spent about 40 minutes wiping her and then Mom told her to get in the shower.

While Ava was in the shower, Mom took all of her panties out of her dresser and replaced them with the Goodnites. When Ava came out, Mom told her that she would be wearing them 24/7 until she can go two full weeks without having an accident. Ava cried and protested, but Mom stuck to her word and now Ava is back in diapers.

I feel really bad for her. She's 12 and wears diapers. I wish there was some way I could help her, but I just don't know what to do. No matter how many times we've tried to get her to go to the bathroom on time, she still waits until it's too late. Does anybody have some advice?


T
Victoria B, no shame in clogging the toilet. Love your stories.

Kate, Another poster suggested going on the floor of the elevator. Seems that would have been the better option. But who knows what any of us would do in that situation.

T


Curious Cody

Bad timing

My live-in girlfriend Jeci and I won concert tickets from a radio station promotion. Unfortunately, I ran into a conflict with my work schedule and had to go to a seminar out of town. So while I was at the airport I called Jeci to see how things were going. She answered, told me to wait a second, and there were two crashes. One was a door slam and another sounded like an explosion. Jeci came on and told me to hold on in a scared voice (to what?) and I was getting more worried. Then I heard a big sigh from her and then a blast like her intestines were exploding. As she calmed down he explained she was at a highway rest stop, using a toilet where the door was partially unhinged and as he tried to securely close it, she laid her phone on top of the toilet paper holder. It had slid off, bounced onto the toilet seat and she was just able to block it from sliding into the bowl. Now she was seated and just avoided having an accident in getting situated for the most explosive crap of her 21 years. I had seen her take a second laxative that morning as we were dressing. Then I heard her friend Shari (who was using my ticket) yell out that there was no toilet paper. Then they started arguing and Jeci said she'd call me back and hung up. About a half hour later when I was about halfway back in the mens room slowly progressing toward the urinal, Jeci called me back as I was mentally plotting taking cuts into another line that was moving faster.


Sean K.

Massive Enema

had a interesting experience yesterday.

I made an appointment to have a Colonic at a wellness center/spa. I showed up for my appointment and was greeted by a nice soft spoken woman who took me back to the room where the colonic would take place. As she introduced herself she informed me that she would be administering the procedure.

She asked me to undress from the waste down and gave me a backless gown to put on in which I did. She then asked me to get on the table which was next to the enema machine and instructed me to get on my hands and knees with my butt facing her. She put on a pair of gloves and liberally squeezed out a glob of ky jelly and spread my cheeks to apply the jelly on and around my anus.She then began to gently massage the jelly around my anus. After a few minutes she pulled out the speculum tube and hooked the hose up to the machine, liberally lubricated the tip of the tube and gently but steadily inserted into my anus.

She had me lay on my back and began filling me up it took a few minutes to begin feeling the effects and did my first release which was a lot of poop.She began filling me again this time massaging my belly to help work my colon and had some mild cramping . This was repeated for 45 min when she had me roll over on my stomach and pulled the speculum tube out of my bumhole.

She then instructed me to get up and get to the toilet as quick as I can to release the leftover waste. I got up felt an incredibly strong urge. She told me I would be just fine as I danced my bare bum to the toilet and spent 20 min releasing the remainder of the waste.


Taylor

Birthday poop

Yesterday (Saturday) was my birthday! I spent this weekend with my mother and got to do something that is very special to me and I feel like nothing can replace it, I got to poop with her! I feel this incredible bond when I'm sharing such a private and intimate moment with her, even though it's something so natural that we all do, often daily.

I got up on Saturday morning and we spent some time in the kitchen together, talking, eating breakfast, the usual. After a while I really needed to get my morning relief but I didn't want to interrupt our conversation and I hate shouting through a door so I invited her into the bathroom with me. She accepted my offer and she leaned against my bathroom door while I pulled my jeans and knickers down to my calves and made myself comfortable on the toilet. This was going to be such an amazing moment.

We resumed our conversation and after about 20 seconds I felt my backdoor gently opening as my poop effortlessly made its way out of me. I didn't react to it but I'm sure she knew the moment I was going. Mothers have that special ability to notice even the smallest of things about their children. We carried on talking and she flashed me a smile as my poop fell into the water with a "flumph" it was a big one. I started my first wee of the day, sighing to myself as I unloaded the coffee along with everything stored overnight, it tinkling gently into the water below. My wee tapered off after about 30 seconds and I stayed seated waiting for the rest. My mother had always encouraged me as a little girl to take as long as I needed so I knew she wouldn't mind waiting for me. In fact she was probably happy that I wasn't rushing.

After about a minute I couldn't help but smile as I quietly farted and opened up again. My poops are always soft and effortless, and this was no exception. I was pleasurably stretched open by it slowly moving out of me and just kept talking with my mother, really enjoying the experience. It broke off with a quiet splash and I remained open as the rest made its way out, soon falling into the bowl with another splash. I was empty so I got myself some toilet paper, starting with my front and then using more for my behind, it only took a few wipes and I pulled up my clothes as I stood. I looked into the bowl just before I flushed and saw one long log sitting in really yellow water, the other two obscured by my toilet paper. I flushed and as I was washing my hands my mother asked if it was okay for her to go too. I told her it was fine and she pulled her jeans and knickers down to her knees as she sat down on the toilet next to the sink.

She had only been sat for a few seconds before she began a strong hissing stream, a big contrast to my much more gentle wees. She went for a short while and as the hissing died away it was replaced by a faint crackling as she started pooping. There was a quiet splash as I finished washing my hands and I leaned against the counter, talking to her while she went. About 10 seconds later there was another splash and she began wiping. She used three pieces to wipe her behind and then wiped her front twice before standing up and redressing. She washed her hands and we relaxed for a little while before going shopping together. Not much happened toilet wise until about 6pm when we was getting ready to go home.

We both needed a wee and I was wanting my evening poop so we figured it would be best to go before driving home. We put our shopping in the car and then walked across to the pay toilets at the car park. They cost 20 pence to use, but they are easily worth every penny. We put in our coins and went through the turnstile before turning into the ladies. All five stalls were empty so we took two next to each other, my mother being next to the wall. I pulled down my jeans and knickers to my calves, like I always do when I know I'm going to poop and we began peeing within seconds of each other. She went for about 30 seconds and I finished as she was wiping but I remained seated, knowing I wasn't finished yet. My mother pulled up her clothes and just as she was leaving her stall I felt my poop crowning. I stayed relaxed and let it happen at its own pace, not concerned about how long I was keeping my mother waiting for. It slowly slid out of me and after a few seconds it fell into the water with a quiet splash. I rather enjoyed knowing she would be able to hear what I was doing, knowing her daughter had a healthy diet and was pooping for the second time that day. Another piece made its way out of me and I savoured the moment, enjoying the sensations. It fell into the bowl with another splash and I began wiping. Amazingly I only needed two pieces for my behind and I used one to wipe my front before standing up and redressing. Before I flushed I peeked into the bowl and saw two smooth logs about 3 inches long, my tissue sitting next to them. I flushed, washed my hands and we headed home. It had been an amazing day.


Sunday, July 21, 2019


Melanie-great story. When you are sat on the toilet, how hard do you normally push and for how long? Likewise, when you are squatting too? Do you often squat? What's the longest time you've gone between pooping? Do you have to wipe much?

Abbie - love the stories, amazed how comfortable you all are buddy dumping! Do you ever rub each other's bums etc do help it out?

I'd been pooping quite regularly until the last couple of days, when it just kind of stopped! I knew I needed to do a big poo so about an hour ago I went and sat on the toilet, just to see if I could go. I sat down and pushed for about 5 minutes, nnnn nnnnn uuuugghhhh. This loosened things up a little and I could feel a big turd inside of me. I took a deep breath and pushed again nnnnnn nnnnnn nnnnnn not giving up until the turd began to slowly push open my bum hole, and eventually plopped into the toilet with a splash.

A little more soft poop followed, and I was pleased to feel empty! I hope it isn't as long until my next poop.


Bianca

Karen's Poop

Hi everyone. I found something out about a wheelchair bound person named Karen that I wished I hadn't known. When I got on the ???? bus this morning, I smelled poop. She didn't seem upset, so I think Karen can't feel the sensation of being soiled. After awhile, the smell of poop went away, but later I felt bad for her. At the end of the day I figured out that she's in diapers. Other than that, she has a beautiful laugh, and I like her. My question is: Has anyone felt bad for an adult in diapers who is physically disabled? Bye!


Ashley G
Shayla- Glad that you're still here :D. If I remember correctly your girls were college age correct? My girls are 20 and 17 now. I don't see them poop as much as o did when they were younger,especially my older girl. I still catch Natalie on the potty occasionally:D.


< P>Miranda

Kennard's reluctance to crap

At this point, my friend Kennard and I are almost halfway through the summer before our 12th grade year. He's clerking in a dry-cleaning shop and I'm child-sitting and doing daily volunteer art lessons to K-6 students at our park. Oh, and as my dad reminds, I'm also "caring" for Kennard, who even at 17 refuses to crap away from home.

So on Friday at about 9 a.m. just before I started teaching I had my crap at the park. It was large but soft and I was only seated for about 45 seconds, enough time for me to text Kennard and remind him to sit and try to go on both of his breaks. I also reminded him I was going to pick him up at work at 5 because we were going to the movies. And I told him to be ready because our movie started at 5:30.

Of course when I got to his work he was sitting in the 90 degree heat and I could tell from the look on his face he was in distress because he was holding his crap. As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot he was pleading with me to quickly take him the mile to his house because he hadn't had "time" to crap. His manager is a nice older lady that reminds me of my grandma and I know she's not going to discourage him from using the toilet there. He said he had been holding his "load" since I had texted him from the toilet 9 hours earlier.

So despite his complaining, I wasn't about to make us late for a movie
because he had once again chosen not to sit down and empty his bowels like all normal people do. Even with the AC on high, I could still smell what Kennard was holding. By the time we arrived at the movies he had quit complaining and while I went in for a fast pee, my 6th or 7th of the day because I'm almost always drinking pop or cold water at the park, I pointed out the mens room for him.

As soon as I walked around the wall, I bumped into a huge crowd of about 50 or more waiting for one of the 16 toilets. Kennard texted me that his bathroom was full too and that the trailers were starting. So he and I got our tickets and the final two seats for the movie. My plan was to go down and pee during the movie because I was hopeful there would be a toilet available. But about an hour into the film I feel asleep and at the end, I had a near accident on my hands. I tried to dodge the crowds on the stairs by using another route and I practically ran into the bathroom.

Only one toilet was available. No privacy door. Pee on the seat to which I know I contributed more as my burst got on part of my thong which for some reason seemed to stick as I ripped it down. I also had to dry off my inner left thigh and there were some splashes between my legs on the floor as I sat. They may have been mine. By a split second, most of my pee got into the bowl and I was thankful. Then Kennard pissed me off when he texted me about why I was taking too long!

So as I fired back that I was F@@@@@'sick of his attitude and public shitting phobia, the lights flickered and there two horrendous bangs of thunder. Like many of the users, I didn't wash my hands, but I did flush and we left the room as more thunder struck. From the entrance we could see it was a severe wind and thunderstorm that none of us wanted to go out in. But Kennard was back in pain. Part of the lights in the hallway flickered and went out, as they did in the theaters. I led Kennard down a long hall to a far set of bathrooms. They were dark due to the power situation and I grabbed Kennard's arm and led him into the ladies room. No one was in there. I took him to the first stall, which had a privacy door and a full roll of toilet paper which I checked with my phone's light.

I undid Kennard's slacks and lowered his boxers to floor level as I shoved him down onto the toilet. I was lucky the seat was down because I had forgotten to check. He seemed surprised I was being so aggressive, but almost immediately, and it seemed with minimal pushing, the first of his 3 footlongs came out. The other two came almost immediately and with little noise. I leaned down and kissed him and walked out while he cleaned himself. He was done in 5 minutes and joined me in the front of the theater complex as we waited out the storm. I had to excuse myself because I had another burning pee waiting. I had a pitch dark room but my phone's light helped me scope and get onto my toilet. I was surprised I drained for at least a minute. I also farted a couple of times due to the extra large soda Kennard and I had shared.

As the storm ended, I treated Kennard to a stop at a 24/7 diner.


Canada poop

Update on Ava ?

Hi Ashleigh not sure why my last post wasn't posted but Jessica grew out of it when she got her first boyfriend but ya in Ava just ask her about it ask her to be honest with you and promise you won't judge her that is all I did really


Anna from Austria
Answer the question of John.

I cannot answer your question for sure. The areal of the festival was very fast and there were many bushes around the festival arena. In the bushes I have been, I did not notice anybody pooping, so it would be quite unsual to see pooping activities at the festival. But I have no clue what happened or did not happen in the other bushes around the festivals.


greetings from Austria Anna


Becky M
Ashley G I remember reading your old posts, nice to see you back around!


Brian w

Ashley G

Hello! How have you been? Do you still get to hear your daughters going poop?


Monika

Response to Simmee

1) They've been less clean in general; I didn't have as much of a problem before, since only the employees used them. But recently, they actually had to close the restrooms because some guy thought it'd be a great idea to flush a sock down the toilet. People can be really disrespectful. Apparently the restroom was flooded and everything. So now I'm scared to use them, but I will if I REALLY need to, which I try to avoid.

2) My bad, I worded that poorly. I've actually been a germaphobe for a little over half my life, but it's been sort of worse over the past few years. I just noticed how gross people can be once I started working and I've been sick a few times, and as an adult my immune system just isn't as great for some reason.

Omg I almost didn't make it when I got home from work today because I was bloated and couldn't pull my pants down as easily. Ngl I leaked a little bit, thankfully it's laundry night. Lol.


Aaron

Toilet routine

At work, me and a work colleague I'm friends with have a regular toilet routine. We work in an large open plan office, and our desks face one another. He's a really cool guy and we get on because we are a similar age and I often see him in the gym before work.

Any way, we both start work at nine and the first thing we do is grab a coffee from the machine. We'll start the day answering emails and drinking our coffees. At that time of the morning the cleaners are still there finishing up, and the final place they clean is the toilets. We can both see the toilet door from our desks. About half nine, the coffees are having an affect and I need to pee. Coffee also makes my work colleague need to urgently poo. We both keep glancing at the toilet door waiting for the cleaner to come out with the cleaning trolly. Eventually he does about 9.30ish and we both get up and head towards the toilet.

We usually have a chat as we walk towards the toilets. Once inside he always takes the first cubicle and I step up to the same urinal. Every morning this is the same: I hear him rip his jeans and underwear down quickly as as soon as his ass hits the seat he loudly blasts wet shit into the toilet followed by a loud satisfying "aaaaaaahhhhhh" He will then usually resume our conversation again after he's gotten rid of his load. As I wash my hands I hear him tearing paper off the roll. I say see ya later as I leave him to finish up.

We always laugh about this routine, he boasts how he likes to destroy the freshly cleaned toilets!


Mina[ppe]

Maho[lin]

I and my friends were interest in Melanie's experience. Maho sometimes has bad time with same reason.

Actually I have story about Maho. It was 7 July, Kazuko's birthday. We had party on evening of 6th. Then we did group motion on 7th morning, we usually do after party. But today I sleepy, so I tell you only Maho's motion, she did last. Kazuko kneel down next her in beige loo.

Maho was serene face as usual, she never hurries. She relaxing on loo and after about 3 minutes there was heavy loud plop. Kazuko gave gasp. We ask her, is it very huge? She said, not so huge, just it was heavy! Maho didn't move, she is concentrate on work of her beautiful bottom of course. But after 3 loud plops, her face strain. I and Hisae are at door. Hisae said, is it OK if I change place to you Kazu? I can massage. Kazu said OK, but just that time Maho gave 4th loud plop, and then 5th very soon. Kazu then moved, Hisae squatted next Maho, looked in loo and decided flush.

Hisae said, "Maholin do you finish?" Maho shook her pretty head strong movement, then strain face again. I and Kazuko are at door to look at Maho warm eyes. Maho smiled and opened her legs so we can see! She is so sweet! We can see 6th turd come down slowly, then PLOP. Then she work on number seven, and Hisae work with fingers, so Maho begin whimper, but still she concentrate on her bottom. Plop. Still she doesn't finish! Number eight come down slowly, slowly, Maho whimper because she feel good from massage! Plop into loo, and still Hisae's fingers work and work. Sweet Hisae! When I and Kazuko look at Maho, we can see No.9, but it is very huge! It take long time to come down, and very huge PLOP. Maho smiled and raised body a bit so we can look inside loo. One turd was very big, about 20 cm long and 4 cm wide, but others were more smaller, only about 12 cm long. (I often confuse 12 and 20 but here I am correct.)Then Hisae flushed. But Maho said, "I don't finish yet".

Wow! I said to Maho little voice, "I love you". Then Kazuko also said. Maho smiled with strain face because she is pushing No 10 from her beautiful bottom. Still she is strain and we see No.11 appear. Plop. How many she do?? But she only whimper little voice because feel good from massage, she never grunted. Hisae's fingers work and work, and Maho drop 12th one, then she continue strain face. Slowly No.13 come down, I and Kazuko are breathing a bit hard. Plop. This one was a bit big we thought. Maho worked on No.14. Plop. This one a bit smaller.

Suddenly Maho relax. She still show serene face but strain go away slowly, she was mixture of serene and strain long time! For about 2 minutes she didn't move. She is going to do more??

But then she said "sunda" it means finished. And to Hisae "O tsukare" it means, you must be tired and thank you. So 14th one was last one. She pushed washlet button, then Hisae look at us with eyes which say, "Who dry her?" and we answer with eyes which say, "we all dry her!" so Maho whimper again. Then we dry her, first Hisae, then Kazuko, me last. We look in loo before flush, there is one big turd, one small one, and three medium, maybe 12 cms long. She seems that most of turds were not so big, but they were hard and heavy.

She was on loo 38 minutes!!

Of course, after flush, we hug long time and then drink tea. And with hugging, we cry a lot, especially Mina cry long time. Mina is such a silly!! And Maho kiss us. She kiss Mina many times.

14 motions, wow! Maho said, "I feel so good now" with drinking tea.

I think, anyone who say, woman never poo (like Kazuko's mother say) they should look at beautiful Maho, she will show them truth!!

But I conclude.... Melanie, I am worry about your motion is nearly black. That is not good colour. If you often do black motion, you have to go to doctor. Do you have a liquid yoghurt in your fridge? That is good to drink in evening, when I drink I often do comfy motion in next morning. Perhaps milk is good too, but I hope you are not milk allergy.... We wish you a good luck. By the way squat is also good. You can put feet on sides of loo bowl and squat over loo. I do sometimes when motion is hard, and Maho too.

Love to everyone. I am sleepy so my story garble maybe, I hope you can read.

From your very own Mina, and Maho and Hisae and Kazuko.


Thursday, July 18, 2019


Chicago Guy

Urinal Wall (To Ryan F. and Others)

I too used to pee on the wall like it was a urinal! When I was little my mom would bring me into the ladies room with her, as all moms do. But instead of letting me go first and then going after me, she would actually use the toilet herself right away and just let me pee on the wall while she was on the toilet. I guess she figured no waiting. I certainly didn't mind! What little boy wouldn't want to pee on a wall? I remember she always tried to get the stall on the end so there would be tile on the side wall as well as the back wall. I remember it was a little easier to pee on the side wall than it was on the back wall next to the toilet. Also I think she liked it better because it didn't splash on her when I peed. Single bathrooms were even better because I could pretty much pee on any wall I wanted.

So that's what I would do. I did that a lot when we were out somewhere, but I also did it a few times at home too. But that was only when it was absolutely necessary, which was when my mom was on the toilet. I liked peeing on the wall at home too. It was tiled just like the other bathrooms. I don't remember what my mom did to clean the wall when I was done, I'm sure she just washed it like anything else. I do remember she would always put a towel down on the floor and my pee would just run down the wall and intothe towel.


Shay

Ashley G

You have been missed my fellow mother of 2 :D

shayla



< P>Bianca

Sneaky Poop

Hi everyone! I had an interesting poop this morning. Although I didn't have a particularly strong urge, a piece of poop slipped out during my pee, and I pushed out the rest. Boy, the loo stunk for a long time after that! I did some broken up poo later as well, but I didn't have any sneaky escapes that time. To who posted wanting to know about relieving themselves in an elevator, or stairwell, I've never done that, and plan not to.


Mina[ppe]

To the person with no name who had water parasite

Why the woman at the mirror gave you disgusted look? She is disgusting person. If I am on that loo, which you using, I give disgusted look to her, shout to her "if you don't like to see me, get out". Then I do noisy motion as possible as I can to make her more bad feeling. Maybe do U-turn so she can see motion come out from my bottom.

Second woman is nice person. If I see someone have a trouble in loo, stomach pain, like Moemi I wrote earlier story, I want to say same thing to her.

And we hope, that you are better now and no bad stomach.

Love from Mina and 3 friends


Kevin

New poster

Hey everyone. I am Kevin, 38 year old guy with a life long interest in the things posted about here. Since I was in jr. high, I have always been interested in poop....going, watching, listening, being watched or listed to, etc. Ever since college I have been more likely than not to poop in public. As a creature of habit, I probably poop in public 85% of the time. I usually go daily, but it is normal to go anywhere from 3-5 times per week. I am a college teacher, so I have lots of free time in the afternoons to address nature's call should it arise. I tend to take very big dumps and take my time doing so....I guess that relates to my desire to enjoy the act. I definitely plan to post more and hopefully get to know everyone!


Rylee

To Macy about poop with your sister

How long did it take you to poop when you were with your sister and how many times did you wipe


Taylor T
Macy- Do you have any stories about your sister? Unfortunately I'm an only child so that usually why I'm always around friends.

Today I went down to my grandmothers house on Cape Cod. We left our house around 5 am and didn't get there until 9 am. When we got there we talked for a bit and then my grandmother showed me the room I would be staying in until Wednesday (by the way I'm writing this on Monday the 15th). It had a queen size bed and a nice sized TV, it was a pretty small room and the queen bed took up most of it. I had a tiny half bath across the hall. It was a small toilet with a wooden seat and I knew instantly that my poop wouldn't fit in the toilet lol!! My mom, my grandmother and I went down to the beach for a bit and swam and tanned. About 2 hours later around noontime we went in and ate for a bit, my mother started taking a nap and my grandmother went out shopping for groceries, so I just sat in my bed on my phone for a bit. About 20 minutes after I settled I really had to go to the bathroom so I left my room and realized that my mother was in the bathroom. I looked through the crack of the door a bit, she had a blue shirt on with her dark blue jeans bunched up around her ankles, I heard a big plunk sound in the toilet so I went downstairs trying to find another bathroom. Right next to the kitchen doorway was the bathroom, I locked the door went over to the toilet and pushed my black stretch pants right around my ankles and sat down. I started pissing really hard as my poop slowly exited me and one half broke off while the other stayed stuck in my hole. I heard the door to the garage open and my grandmother walk in with the grocery bags. Right then the bathroom door opened and my grandmother said, oops sorry I just need to put the laundry detergent in here, okay that's fine, phew wee are you pooping, yes grandma hahaha. As soon as she closed the door the rest of my turd splashed in the toilet with a plunk noise. I wiped up and flushed. That's really all I have for now but I'll be here until Wednesday and I know I'll be pooping till then.


Melanie-great story. When you are sat on the toilet, how hard do you normally push and for how long? Likewise, when you are squatting too? Do you often squat? What's the longest time you've gone between pooping? Do you have to wipe much?

Abbie - love the stories, amazed how comfortable you all are buddy dumping! Do you ever rub each other's bums etc do help it out?

I'd been pooping quite regularly until the last couple of days, when it just kind of stopped! I knew I needed to do a big poo so about an hour ago I went and sat on the toilet, just to see if I could go. I sat down and pushed for about 5 minutes, nnnn nnnnn uuuugghhhh. This loosened things up a little and I could feel a big turd inside of me. I took a deep breath and pushed again nnnnnn nnnnnn nnnnnn not giving up until the turd began to slowly push open my bum hole, and eventually plopped into the toilet with a splash.

A little more soft poop followed, and I was pleased to feel empty! I hope it isn't as long until my next poop.



John

Funny story from swimming lesson

After looking for some page where they post funny stories I found this one and decided to post it right here because it has something to do with toilets. So two day ago I was like evry Friday on my swimming lesson and at that time like every Friday we had it with a another group. This group were kids that were mostly three years younger than us. Our trainer gave us this time the last one hour free so I was having fun with the other boys. While we were joking one of my friends said look at this boy in the other group. We looked at him, he was holding his butt. It looked like he was needing to poop very bad. And then another friend said "what do you think he is gonna do if there is no toilet paper?". So they made a bet. One said he is not gonna poop. The other said he is gona get some from the girls toilet and the third said he is not gona wipe. One said who wins is gona get buyed something to eat from the other two. They acepted and the one who sugested the bet went to the boys toilet and removed all the toilet paper. Five minutes later the boy couldnt hold it any longer and asked his trainer to go to the restroom. I wasnt in the bet so they sent me to the restroom. The restroom had no door and there were only two toilets in the open so I just came by the entrance and climbed on a wall that was blocking the toilets from the wiews outside the restroom. The firstthing I saw has that there was another boy from my group peeing so the boy that needed to poop also pretended he needed just to pee. My friend finished, washed his hands an left. While leaving he saw me and I said him too be quiet and watch with me. The boy quickly sat down and started to fart and poop. After finishing he saw there is no toilet paper so he stand up and looked for some in by the sink but there wasn't any. While he was walking we saw that his Butt was in a big mess. And then the unbelivable hapend he couldn't go back in the pool like this so he wiped his butt with his hands and washed them in the sink. Me and the Guy from my group run back and the guys that were in the bet couldn't belive it when we said it to them.


Michael W.

Fazoli's

Hey everyone, I decided to share another story. But first, does anyone remember the cartoon TV show "Space Goofs?" I do. I used to watch it as a kid back in the late '90s. When I saw the one episode where one of the aliens had just finished taking a shower. And he was drying himself off with a towel. He was butt flossing. His butt was facing the screen and the towel was rubbing up against his cheeks back and forth. I laughed my ass off when I saw this. Also, in the early 2000s this TV show was made into a video game. It was called "Stupid Invaders." It was for Sega Dreamcast. I didn't have one. I had a Play Station. Anyways the game was rated "T for Teen." I didn't know why until I saw the game review on YouTube. The game is loaded with poop and fart and toilet jokes. Like one of the aliens said "It ain't over until the fat lady farts." Then there was one scene where the orange alien was in the bathroom then you point and click to the toilet. Then the alien will sit on the toilet and have diarrhea and then he would say "I'm never eating at Chilli John's again." LOL!
Anyways, onto my story. I was in 8 years old and in 3rd Grade. Me, my dad, and my older bro Josh had went out to eat for dinner. We went to Fazoli's. I hadn't pooped yet at all that day. I ate three slices of pizza, I don't know how many bread sticks I ate but I guess it was quite a few and pink lemonade. Josh said that he wasn't really hungry so he said that I can have his spaghetti so I did. After I finished eating I felt full. So we left the restaurant and went to Best Buy to look around. I looked in the movies department at the VHS tapes. DVDs didn't exist yet. Anyways I was looking in the horror section. I like scary movies. As I was looking I started to feel the urge to poop. So I thought I'll hold it. And then 5 minutes later my stomach started hurting. My urge to go was starting to get heavier. We spent about a half an hour looking around in the store. And then I told my dad that I had to go the bathroom. "We're leaving anyways" he said. And I thought 'Good.' So on the way home the cramps in my stomach were getting worse. I was sitting in the back seat of the van moaning. I remember saying "Oh God" and then I said "I have to poop." Our house wasn't far from where we had left but the ride home seemed like it lasted forever. When we finally got home I was ready to head to the bathroom. My Chuck Taylor shoes were untied so I pulled them off, hung up my winter coat, and then ran to the bathroom. I closed the door pulled down my blue jeans and underwear down to my socks, sat on the toilet and let it all explode out of my butt. I was moaning and sighing in relief and I had my arms around my stomach. It was a diarrhea dump. I let some loud farts out and they echoed. The bathroom was starting to smell pretty bad. I did do some pushing, straining, and grunting to get my poop out which worked. About 20 some minutes later I thought I was done. So I wiped my butt with toilet paper and then I stood up. I was going to pull my blue jeans and underwear back up but then my stomach started cramping again. Then I sat right back down on the toilet and let more diarrhea explode out of my butt. I was moaning again and was thinking "Why am I pooping so much?" Then my dad knocked on the bathroom door and asked me if I was okay. I didn't respond. I just sat there and moaned and stared at the wall. My diarrhea started to slow down and I knew I wasn't quite done. I pushed and grunted some more and mushy poop spurted out of my butt little by little right along with some mid range farts. I sighed in relief and had to catch my breath. I repeated this process like 7 or 8 times until I my stomach stopped hurting and I couldn't feel anymore poop left in me. So I sighed in relief again and then I wiped my butt with toilet paper like 9 times. Then I stood up, pulled my jeans and underwear back up, flushed the toilet and then I washed my hands and then I left the bathroom to play with my Legos until it was time to go to bed. It was a school night. LOL. All in all, that pooping session lasted for an hour. And that's all for now. I will post again in a week or two. Until then, Happy Pooping everyone.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Macy it sounds like you had a good poop.

To: Melanie it sounds like you had a pretty rough time with that huge poop.

To: Taylor T great story it sounds you both had really good poops.

To: blondiemaja great story about your big poop outside and about burying it well it depends on the location if it heavily used by people it should be buried to prevent them from stepping in it but if its an area not used by people often then it shouldn't be an issue with burying it either way free fertilizer for the plants lol.

To: Diana hope your stomach feels better.

To: Lauren S first welcome to the site and sounds like you had a pretty nasty poop at least you didn't get dehydrated and I look for to reading more of your stories.

To: Ronette great story.

To: Kellie first welcome to the site it sounds like you both had good poops and I look forward to reading anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Jay it sounds like your wife was really desperate.

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

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Simmee

Response to Monika

Like you, my peeing has changed in the past year. I had a couple of bladder infections and my doctor said the only solution to prevent them in the future was to at least double my fluid intake each day. Previously, after having coffee in the morning at school and milk at lunch, and one can of soda in the afternoon, I was having my 3rd pee of the day about 2 p.m. at school. Now I have a 20-ounce water bottle at mid-morning and a glass of cranberry juice when I get home from school. So when our school year ended last month I was peeing two more times a day at school. This summer I'm either babysitting or at the beach. I have pretty much the same peeing schedule as when I was in school, but Friday at the beach, I had to pee six times in seven hours. My friend Jaylynn said it was good that I wore a two-piece suit, because it wasn't that hard to maneuver it each time I had to get onto the toilet. The beach toilet are in these really gross concrete buildings. Showers on one side of the wall; toilets on the other. So water would splash over on me while I sat and peed. Each seat was drenched and my feet found the concrete in front of the toilet to be very slippery. Of course, there was no toilet paper to wipe down the seat with. As a result of drinking more, I'm also peeing more at home. This morning I woke up at 2:30 a.m. and did a 30-second pee.

I have two questions for you.
1) What are the problems you see with the pubic restrooms at work?
2) What caused you recently to become a germaphobe?

I hope what I've told you helps you.


MIKE

To: Kate

Dont blane you and your friends for getting drunk the next day, what a dramatic experience. About 10 years ago i was remodeling some offices on the 10 floor and we were using the freight elevators those are bigger then your average passenger elevators and we were stuck on that for almost a hour (3 guys).I couldn't imagine 12 hours.I don't think i would have relieved myself in my clothes major " diaper rash" . I know some of those elevators are really small especially with several other people but i would have designated a corner to piss and shit in. Is this your or your friends first time experiencing a " accident" .


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