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Evey body poops at same time
Well the other morning was little wierd . Me my wife and young daughter all wake up at the same time for work and school we have 2 bathrooms. I was making coffee in the kitchen when my usual morning urgent poop feeling I walking to the bathroom in the living room when I heard my wife talking to my daughter in the other bathroom tell her hurry mommy has to poop really bad so I went in sat dawn and the door flys open she sighed please hurry I told her I just sat and will be a while she shuts the door as I explode with soft poop I can hear her pacing back in fourth she stands at the door please I am shitti g myself I tell her just couple minutes but it took little longer finally I am done walk out and cant find her I walk into the laundry room there she is sitting on a mop bucket she is a little ???? so her ass cover the small bucket. I laughed she said I will kill you if you tell anybody....oh well off to workMarie
Replies
To Jim:
Well I have a number of places car, basement, garage, closet, bed, etc oh and the occasional sink, house plant or trash can. I also have a training potty that sometimes use.
It all really depends on how much I'm feeling like cleaning up.
To Rachel:
Well I'm glad I'm not the only one. Do you have any other potty spots with in your home besides your make shift chamber? And I feel the same way about diapers, very relaxing but not very cost efficient or environment.Sherryl
Memorial Day Assplosion
So I was down at my grandpa's cabin during memorial day weekend this year and the toilet in the cabin was broken so I knew there was going to come a time where I was going to have to go outside to go poop or pee, which is no problem for me, just worried because the rest of my family that was there knew I would be doing it🤣. Well, sure enough, around midnight the time came n it was going to be a lot n it was going to come out fast and furious. I decided I would go out to the shed n do it but I couldn't find the keys to unlock it. I couldn't wait anymore so I ran out to the shed and pulled my pants n thing off and leaned up against the wall and squatted and just poooooooped. It was an assplosion from the coffee I had been drinking all day n the Taco Bell I had earlier that day. I didn't have any toilet paper so I waddled over n grabbed a bunch of leaves n wiped up. Between the time I started pooping and the time I finished wiping my ass n pussy, it had taken me a good 10 minutes.melanie
some stories
I remembered an experience I had when I was about six years old and in school.
When I was in school I used to ask to go to the toilet A LOT. A combination of constipation (hard poo pushing on my bladder) and anxiety (which I still suffer with badly today.)
The teacher ended up calling my mother who explained both of these to her.
After this my teacher excused me to the bathroom without anger but she began to ask me questions whenever I would ask to go to the toilet. I remember her asking me "Do you need to go peepee or poopoo?" usually it was the first one and she'd just let me go without anymore talk however I remember one time I did need to go for a poo and I was squirming around holding my belly. I asked her if I could go to the toilet and she asked me what for. When I told her it was for a poo I still remember her exact words and facial expressions.
"Stay as long as you need, Melanie." She told me. "And try and squeeeeeze it alllll out."
I remember having a long and labourous session on the school toilet, pushing and straining and wishing it would just come out. Eventually I got a huge log out and returned back to class, exhausted from my efforts. I did my work for a few moments until my teacher got a spare moment and came over to me. She knelt down beside me and asked, "How did it go? Get anything out?" I simply nodded, not saying anything. She told me I was a good girl and said "I bet your poor belly feels better." then she gave me a smiley face sticker on the back of my hand and thats all that was said about it.
I also remember a time I went to the doctors for my constipation as a little girl.
My mother took me, and for the whole appointment she was glaring at me as if it was my fault that I was so constipated. I laid on the exam table while the doctor prodded around my belly, telling my mother that he could feel hard masses in various different parts of my colon. He asked me to roll over to examine my bottom and my mother pulled my pants down for me. He spread my little cheeks and immediately my mother had a look of disgust.
I had a poo poking out of my bottom and I didn't even know. I'd been constipated for so long that I'd stopped having urges and I couldn't even tell that I had a poo an inch out.
the doctor commented on how huge and dry looking it was and directed me to a toilet connected to the room telling me I needed to get it out both for my health and for him to continue the examination. I remember spending a huge amount of time on that toilet, straining and grunting and massaging my poor little bloated belly but it simply wouldn't come out or go back up. I just had to waddle out and explain ashamedly that I couldn't push it out. The doctor ended up having to grab the end of it with a gloved hand and breaking it off and disposing of it. He gave my mother a prescription for stool softener and some kind of pamphlet about dealing with constipated children. I saw various doctors as a child for constipation but they all seemed to take the same route.
Borax In The Tank
Borax, is said to get rid of rust stains. For about a week, I put some borax in the toilet tank.
Since then the porcelain in the tank has become more and more visible. The toilet flushes better, more completely.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Kathleen great story it sounds like you all had really great poops.
To: Rebekah great story about your huge poop on the towel in the tent.
To: Juliette From France great story about you and your friends poop race it sounds like you all had really good poops and your stories were great as well I look forward to more of them thanks.
To: Taylor T great story.
To: Jared it sounds like your mom and aunt both had good poops.
To: Starbucks Poop great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Victoria B.
Steve A. and Braidy's surveys
Hey!
Haven't done a survey in awhile and so I thought I'd give my ten cents.
Steve A:
1. Have you ever walked into the wrong restroom before, by accident? By, accident, no. On purpose? There's a story about that on here.
2. Are you particular about the brand of TP that you use? Yep. Love my Cottonelle Ultra.
3. How often do you clean your bathroom? Once every week.
4. Would you ever consider installing an air dryer or urinal for your bathroom? I don't see the need.
5. Have you ever dealt with a restroom attendant? Never.
6. Should all public places require a private, single toilet, family restroom for the public? It'd be nice but I think a more realistic alternative would be to put more changing tables in men's rooms.
7. What hand soap alternatives would you use, besides hand sanitizer, if you ran out soap? (Body Wash, Shampoo/Conditioner, Face Wash, Dish Soap, etc.) We did have to resort to dish soap in the beaten up old house I lived in my junior and senior years of undergrad.
8. What type of air freshener do you use for your bathroom? I have a vent fan that does a pretty good job of handling the ripest of number twos.
9. Have you ever been to a place that had no restroom or only reserved it for the employees? Did they let you use their restroom, even if it was against the rules? Yeah, one of my undergrad friends worked at the liquor store closest to my house and he'd let me use it if needed.
10. What is a public restroom pet peeve of yours? People knocking on the door or my stall! I've got a recent story about that too.
Braidy:
1) Did your parents preach about the need to crap every day, at the same time and when possible, at home? I was encouraged to poop at home if possible, but neither of my parents tried to hold me to any schedule.
2) Were you afraid to tell them while taking car trips, while in airports, and at big arena-like events that you needed to use the toilet? There were times when I was hesitant, yeah.
3) Did they ask you whether it was a Number 1 or Number 2 you needed to do? Did that make any difference in their response? "Number one or number two?" was my mom's response every time I told her I needed the bathroom in public until I was six or seven.
4) How old were you when they finally allowed you to use a public toilet on your own? What did they tell you before you went in? Seven or eight. I was told to be quick and make sure to wipe as much as needed and wash my hands.
5) What would they have said or done if six blocks after leaving home you announced the need for a bathroom stop? We wouldn't have gotten that far. I was always told to go before we left.
6) What hang-ups did your parents have about using public bathrooms themselves or your need to use them? My mom never, ever, pooped in public that I knew of but she also didn't make me follow the same rule. I don't know how she did it.
7) If on a vacation with your parents who were putting the same pressure on you that Tiffany's parents were, would you have seized the opportunity to walk into a toilet booth at a highway rest stop with a large unflushed crap and then seat yourself and pass the success off as yours? I was never in a situation like that. I'm an only child from parents who struggled to conceive for years before my mom had me and I was kinda spoiled as a child because of it.
Hope these answers help!
Love,
Victoria
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Jim
To Marie:
Welcome, where do you usually "go" when you need to? I usually have to go at work now, but when I was younger I used to usually go on the bathroom floor.melanie
today started off pretty uneventfully as far as toilet matters go. i woke up not feeling any
need to go poo and went out to the kitchen and had some coffee like usual.
i went outside and let my animals out (i live on a farm) but when i came inside my mum was waiting for me looking serious. "when was the last time you had a poo?" she asked me bluntly. i immediately felt embarrassed and told her that it was the last time she helped me do one. she told me that she'd been talking to a family friend about my constipation (ugh) and they'd given her a box of suppositories to try.
i told her that i was fine and that my stomach didn't hurt and i didn't feel any need to poo but she insisted that i needed help. we went into the bathroom and i sort of bent my body over the bath tub. she lubed up a finger and lubed up my hole and then pushed the suppository in. she then led me to my bed where I laid down and she gave my stomach a rather rough massage. after ten minutes i was really feeling the need to go and she let me up, leading me to the toilet. I thought that suppositories were supposed to make your poo soft? but this one didn't at all. i still had to grunt, push and strain for about an hour changing positions from sitting on the toilet, squatting, kneeling and on my hands and knees all while my mother watched, occasionally uttering "push." finally the monster came out onto the floor followed by a huge and I mean HUGE fart. all my mum said was "Hm. There we go. Still think you don't need one?" and left me to clean up.
Steve A's survey
1. Have you ever walked into the wrong restroom before, by accident? No
2. Are you particular about the brand of TP that you use? Not really.
3. How often do you clean your bathroom? Sink and shower once or twice a week. Toilet, almost every day.
4. Would you ever consider installing an air dryer or urinal for your bathroom? Nah
5. Have you ever dealt with a restroom attendant? Yeah, it was very weird
6. Should all public places require a private, single toilet, family restroom for the public? I think there should be sufficient public restrooms. That being said, I don't think every single building needs one. If people were more respectful, then I would say yes. But in general, they trash the place.
7. What hand soap alternatives would you use, besides hand sanitizer, if you ran out soap? (Body Wash, Shampoo/Conditioner, Face Wash, Dish Soap, etc.) Any of those would be good.
8. What type of air freshener do you use for your bathroom? I don't use one. I'm allergic to all that. I just spray green cleaner in the toilet afterwards.
9. Have you ever been to a place that had no restroom or only reserved it for the employees? Did they let you use their restroom, even if it was against the rules? I'm a careful planet when it comes to going out. Buildings here generally have a "no public restrooms" sign or something like that. I try to plan it out so that I can go to a Starbucks or some place that generally has clean restrooms. It never occurs to me to ask for the restroom when shopping for clothes or something. I always assume secondhand stores don't have them so I don't even think about it. I'm a germaphobe so I often just try to wait. And if I asked and they said they didn't have public restrooms, I wouldn't make a scene like other people do. I also think that employees should have a separate restroom so that the gross public can be gross.
10. What is a public restroom pet peeve of yours? People being messy and nasty in general. We actually had to close our restroom to the public at my work because people were doing stupid crap like clogging the toilet with a sock. I think our plumbing is weak to begin with.Rachel
Marie:
You're definitely not alone. I'm almost exactly the same as you, in that I grew up with some strange distrust of the regular toilet. I've no idea where it comes from, as I have no potty-training traumas in my past, but all through school I'd hold on until I wet my pants before I'd use the common bathrooms. By secondary school, usually I'd manage to hold it until the end of the day and make it to the woodlands on my walk home, which became my salvation. At home, it was easy enough to keep an improvised chamber pot in my room and empty it in secret when I got the chance. Nevertheless, I had enough accidents at one time or another to end up going through thorough investigations for bladder problems, and when those drew a blank as to fixable physical issues (I never admitted the real reason at the time, even to myself, frankly), finally ended up being offered the opportunity to wear diapers, which was a godsend. I tried not to be too obvious about it, and still found it embarrassing at times, but soon fully embraced and appreciated the ability to do so.
Even today, as someone in her mid-thirties, I still wear diapers at times. Not all the time any more, for both cost and environmental reasons, but when I don't, I still keep an old fashioned chamber pot or bedpan rather than ever sitting on the regular WC. For some reason, it has the same kind of effect on me as a dentist's chair, and the very sight gives me the shudders. Stranger still, I find I have an odd fascination with other people's relief outside the regular bathroom context. I can't really explain where any of this comes from, other than just being the 'way I'm wired' - but however uncommon, it doesn't seem that I'm completely unique in feeling this way, which is always good to know.
It would be a pleasure to hear any of your stories or general thoughts in relation to this.
Taylor
Post Festival Poop
I had come home from a festival earlier today and had spent Friday - Sunday Afternoon there and while I had peed plenty, I hadn't pooped once. I usually go twice a day and hadn't been since Friday morning so I potentially had five poops stored up. I didn't want to risk clogging my toilet, or any toilet for that matter so I opted for a different idea that had proven successful in the past, I was going to go in a bag.
As soon as I got home I dropped my things at the door, grabbed a black trash bag from the kitchen cupboard and went straight to my bathroom. I didn't want to wait a second longer than needed to get this load out of my system. I completely stripped naked, placed the bag down on the tiled floor, squatted low over it and let nature take the wheel. As expected, I was a little constipated and things didn't move as quickly as I'm used to but after a couple of minutes I felt my backdoor doming and relaxed into it as I was opened really wide by my poop creeping out. It was moving at an incredibly slow but steady pace but I was very comfortable so I didn't mind. Just the feeling of going was indescribably pleasurable and I hadn't even begun to feel any relief. I started feeling resistance as my poop reached the floor but there was no stopping it, it just kept coming out and I heard the bag rustling as the long log folded over itself. It eventually broke off with a thud and while there was already a lot underneath me, I knew I wasn't finished.
I stayed in my squat, rather enjoying the feeling of my stomach cramping and gurgling and a minute or two later I was stretched open again. This piece moved just as slowly as the other but it needed no effort from my end, I could just relax and enjoy it. A little later I felt the resistance again but it just kept moving on its own. It eventually joined the other and I waited a little more. My rear felt empty but I still needed to pee. I hadn't emptied my bladder in quite a few hours but I wanted to poop so badly it slipped my mind. I lifted the front of the bag a little, and just let my body take care of things naturally. After about a minute I started a strong stream, sighing to myself as it hit the inside of the bag with a hiss. As I was peeing I opened up again, another poop effortlessly and pleasurably sliding out of me. It was quite short and fell into the bag and I stayed still while I finished peeing, going for about a minute in total. Once I was done I reached behind me and got some toilet paper. I needed four pieces for my behind and I used two for my front, dropping them all in the bag. Once clean I tied up the bag nice and tight and had a super hot, and very much needed shower. It has been such an awesome weekend!
Braidy
Ethics in crapping and a survey
My university sent me to a coaches clinic about ethics and how they play out in real life. In one of our discussion groups I shared this story about the subject.
I was about 10 and had ridden my bike over to the park which was about 6 blocks from my home. That was a little farther than I was allowed to travel alone, but I knew some kids over there who I wanted to hang with. So by the time I arrived, and after a relatively fast ride, I had stimulated my bowels. Mom felt things like that should have been done before I left home, but we won't talk about that. So before I rode through the park toward the lagoon area where I figured my friends would be, I rode up to a really ancient looking bathroom building. I walked around a wall and into the open-concept ladies room. One toilet, one sink both out in the open with no privacy. In front of the sink was a space on the wall where you would see a mirror was ripped off and stolen.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw this girl, about three years older than me on the toilet with junior high athletic department shorts, down to her bare feet, which were hanging about an inch off the floor.
I apologized and told her I would wait outside. She said I could stay and that she could use the company. She was constipated and had been fighting with her step-mother over the constipation. I guess her mother hadn't wanted her to leave the house until she delivered. We got to talking and found she lived in an apartment building just down the street from me. She said she had been sitting for about 20 minutes with no luck. Her mother had been threatening her with some of her grandfather's prunes, which she refused, or something like a suppository or enema--all of which she hated. When I told Tiffany I would ride to the other side of the park and take my crap where my friends were hanging out, her face lit up and she instantly jumped down off the toilet.
Instead of holding her head up elbows-on-knees, she became so animated. As I pulled my shorts down and replaced her on the very warm seat, she asked if I was going to have a really big crap. I told her I had just gone the previous day. Tiffany said she was five days behind. After a slight push and a little rearrangement of my butt on a rather loose seat, I dropped a banana shaped piece that was soft enough to separate into thirds in the water. As I reached back to wipe, Tiffany grabbed my arm, asked me to stand and quickly pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her shorts. I was slow to understand what she was doing when she asked me to stand, move to one side and put up the seat. On her knees she took two pictures of my crap. Only after that when I re-seated myself and wiped did she tell me what she was doing. She was going to show her mom the picture and pass my crap off as hers. I remained surprised at the whole thing and while I would have told my mother about it, I couldn't because I was not suppose to go as far as the park. And she also believed that craps should be taken at home, except for real emergencies and when your schedule changes.
Although my crap with Tiffany happened about 15 years ago, I'm wondering how many others had parents with unrealistic ways of handling the need for bodily functions, especially when way from home.
My Survey:
1) Did your parents preach about the need to crap every day, at the same time and when possible, at home?
2) Were you afraid to tell them while taking car trips, while in airports, and at big arena-like events that you needed to use the toilet?
3) Did they ask you whether it was a Number 1 or Number 2 you needed to do? Did that make any difference in their response?
4) How old were you when they finally allowed you to use a public toilet on your own? What did they tell you before you went in?
5) What would they have said or done if six blocks after leaving home you announced the need for a bathroom stop?
6) What hang-ups did your parents have about using public bathrooms themselves or your need to use them?
7) If on a vacation with your parents who were putting the same pressure on you that Tiffany's parents were, would you have seized the opportunity to walk into a toilet booth at a highway rest stop with a large unflushed crap and then seat yourself and pass the success off as yours?
My answers:
1. Pretty much so. My mom still craps first thing after getting out of bed each morning. She's 60 now.
2. When I was out with the dad at such large places, I could tell he hated taking me into the mens room. This happened until I was about 6 or 7. Now I largely understand his perspective.
3. Mom would ask me. For Number 2 she would try and talk me into waiting until we got home. And, of course, she kind of lectured me. For #1 she saw the immediacy of my need. Though she did try to make the drink-less, wee-less argument, but it didn't really click with me.
4. Probably about 7 (when with dad); age 9 (when with mom). Don't touch anything, completely latch the door, paper the seat (dad), wipe down the seat (mom) wipe and re-wipe after a crap, flush with a toilet paper cover or foot, and wash your hands.
5. Emphasized planning ahead, how clean our bathroom was compared to the one I would be using, and often the logistical problem of finding a bathroom and getting to our destination on time.
6. I don't know of any major ones except for dad who would make me wait in pain at age 5 while he lined the seat with toilet paper for me to sit on; then I'd hear him drop the seat next door and plop his bare butt down for his crap. He also didn't flush each time.
7. No. It is unethical and as part of my university-level teaching and coaching now, I appreciate the importance of daily regularity and now allowing your system to get so stopped up. Several years ago when Adam and I started dating he would occasionally be constipated, but one suppository I gave him about a month after we moved in together did the trick. He doesn't take it for granted anymore.
Monday, August 26, 2019
Kathleen
Hey. Today was an eventful day as far as toilet matters go. I woke up and had my normal morning pee then got in the shower. While I was showering, Julie came in and sat on the toilet. I could tell from how long she spent, as well as the steadily rising smell, that she was pooping. She finished, wiped, washed up and left.
After I finished my shower and dried off, I went to flush the toilet and saw that Julie had laid a very long but thin turd. It stretched all the way from the back of the toilet to the front rim, and I'm not sure how much of it was hidden around the bend of the toilet. Thankfully, it flushed down in one go okay though.
Then later in the day, shortly after lunch, I heard Lynne having a noisy dump. There were lots of loud booming farts and some good hefty splashes. Once she finished, she realized she was out of toilet paper and called to me to bring her some. I did and left her alone to wipe. I then heard her flush twice.
Finally, just a little bit ago I had to poop. Julie was in the bathroom and she told me she'd be a few more minutes. I waited, but seeing her and listening to her poop only made me that much more desperate. By the time she finally finished, which felt like six hours later, I was bursting to go. She said she'd wipe standing up so I could go. As she stood up and flushed, I saw her poop and it looked like another big one. Probably six to eight good-sized thick turds all swirling down the drain.
I sat on the toilet and unloaded immediately. I peed forcefully and a turd was rocketing out of me. I spread my legs so Julie could toss her paper between them. I pooped a lot over the next few minutes and felt so much better, so empty afterwards. I wiped myself thoroughly and flushed, then used the toilet brush to clear the skidmarks our two loads had left.
Marie
About Me
So I thought I'd give y'all an about me. So I'm Marie, I'm 24 years old and I'm from Michigan. I don't have kids but I serve as a sorta nanny to my younger sister on days that I don't work. I have had interests in bathroom related stuff sense I can remember. I never particularly liked the "big girl potty" so I prefer to go in other places (diapers or special places). I was really excited when I found experience project way back when because it was the first I realized it wasn't just me so that made like I wasn't some broken human. But yeah that's me! If you all would like I can share some of my stories.
Bianca
Poop+Response
Hi! I only had 2 poops today, but my one after lunch was sloppy, and gassy compared to my morning poop. A staff named Kathy also had a strong smelling poop, but I didn't hear it. While going this afternoon, I laughed to myself when I farted. To Benjamin: That's amazing that you pooped in a shed and didn't get caught. I don't know if I'd be brave enough to do that.Peter
Guest workers pooping outdoor
During summer I and my girl friend and several of my friends have been in another country than our own as a guest workers. We have been living in some type of a small camp of caravans, tents and sheds in the woods. There was no toilet and we had to pee just behind the caravan and when in need to poop we had to walk away into the surrounding woods and find a suitable place to pull trousers down and squat and poop onto the ground. There were several others staying in the same area, around 50 persons I think, men and women of different ages, not only students. In the beginning I felt it very embarrassing because sometimes other persons came by when I was taking care of business. But often I also saw others squatting with a bare bottom. As days went on I think we all got more relaxed about it because we got used to see friends and others going to toilet in the woods and we realized that it was impossible to hide completely, especially in the morning when many had their needs. Not only I saw the poop of my girl friend, I also saw my best friend and his girl friend and lots of others not so much known to me. I even saw some older persons. We never mentioned it to each others but I think we all thought about it.
Rebekah
Massive dump on a camping trip
Hey everyone,
I have a story of a camping trip my husband and I went on earlier this summer. I haven't visited the forums in a long time. You can read some of my older posts on 2538, 2567, and 2608. I am 5'9, dark brown hair, gray eyes with curvy hips and a pretty nice round butt, if I say so myself :) I usually poop every 4-5 days. This time, we left for the trip, and during the car ride over to the campsite, I remember myself thinking that I hadn't pooped in 5 days. I wish I could have gone before leaving for the trip. I had tried pooping the day before and earlier that morning, but nothing would come out. I would sit and push for a little while but could only manage a few pebbles each time. The trip was only for 2 days, so I thought, what the heck? Maybe I could go two more days without having to poop.
We arrived at the campsite. It was actually a long trail into the woods, and we pitched a tent in a wooded area a good ways off the trail. We really wanted the tranquility and quiet in the woods instead of some crowded campsite. It was already evening when we arrived. We found a nice flat area to pitch our tent, made a fire, and cooked dinner. We finished eating and saw that it was starting to get cloudy, and it really looked like a storm was coming. We thought that was strange, because there was no rain on the forecast for this weekend. Luckily, the tent was waterproof, so my husband and I got inside. It was a hot humid night, so I took off everything except for just my bra and underwear, and my husband stripped down to only his boxers. We unrolled our sleeping bags, and went to sleep for the night.
Suddenly, I was awakened with a sharp pain in my belly. I looked at the time, and saw that it was almost midnight. I had been asleep for a couple of hours, and the urge to release 5 days' worth of shit hit me like a ton of bricks. There was no holding back this one. By this point, there was already heavy rain pouring outside and some loud thunder. I looked over and noticed that my husband had also woken up. I looked over at my husband, "Babe, I haven't pooped in a few days and really need to go now! It's really MASSIVE!" He laughed and said, "You're going to have to poop in the rain then." I crawled over the tent entrance and looked out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt my stomach churn, contract and accidentally let out a HUGE fart, BRAAAAAAP. We both just started laughing. Then, my husband came up with an idea. He reached for an old towel that we had brought and handed it over to me. "You can poop in the tent, but go on the towel." I really had to go badly, and it was a whole lot better than going out in the rain, so I agreed. I reached for the lantern, and turned it on the dim setting. My husband said, "I'll give you some privacy", and turned the other way, and went back to sleep.
I took off my underwear and squatted on the ground over the towel. I could feel my anus slowly begin to dilate. The gargantuan beast started to move down my back passage. I tried not to push. Usually for large motions like this, I try to just let it slither out on its own. I also wanted to be quiet, so I didn't wake up my husband. The rain continued to pour outside. My anus began to stretch WIDE. Small rabbit pellets fell out of my anus. I took some deep breaths, tried not to push. It would hurt to push, and it felt really good to have my ring stretched. It was giving me goosebumps. After a couple more minutes, the brown beast still hadn't moved much, and I felt my stomach involuntarily contract. It began to move slowly, and the massive tip showed its head at my anus.
Mmmmhhh
It started to hurt a little, and my anus was stretched to the max. It moved out a little more, and it felt really hard. I felt my face go red.
HNNNNGGGGG
My toes curled, and my fingernails dug into my thighs. The MAMMOTH turd was getting longer and started to touch the ground. I lifted my butt higher to almost a sitting position to give the turd more room to grow. I used my hands to spread my butt cheeks apart. Slowly but surely it began to inch out further, and then it started to taper a bit and it got easier. The large turd still continued to snake out of me. My thighs started to get a little sore, and finally, it dropped out of my butt with a thud on the ground. I let out a big fart and squatted back down. I looked down and saw a foot long GIGANTIC turd about as wide as a coke can and about a foot long!!
My husband woke up again and asked, "You ok honey? Oh you're still pooping?"
"Yeah babe, this is a big one. It's been 5 days… Oooohh here comes another one!"
HNNNNGGGGG
Another massive turd started inching out of my anus. I could feel my face turning red. It stretched my anus wide again, but this one wasn't as hard. I raised my butt into the sitting position again as the brown beast inched out between my buns and landed on the ground with a large thud. I looked down, and this was an 8 inch turd also the diameter of a coke can. I pooped out a few more smaller turds, which basically fell out of my gaping butthole. I felt like I was done and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and wiped. I asked my husband what to do with this giant pile of poop I produced. We decided to wrap it up with the towel and just threw it outside. I put my panties back on, laid down next to my husband, and soon fell fast asleep.
That's my story folks. I thought it was a memorable dump that I'd like to share. We had a lot of fun on the rest of that camping trip too.
See you guys!
RebekahMina[ppe]
To Juliette from France
Me and my friends are happy you come to this site! I translated for my friends your story of motion in the nature in Fontainebleau. We look at pictures of Fontainebleau on Internet, we found many forest. We enjoy very much your story!! But my friend Kazuko asked, what was size of mountain of poo? How high and how much across? Kazuko is interested very much. You are new this site so you don't know that she has a pile of stress relate to loo, but it decrease now because she live with me and two other friends not with her prissy mother.
I have question to you. When I live in Wales (it is very ancient history now) I travel to France twice, once with parents and once to visit school friend's family. I was interest in French loo, actually I used old fashion one because I curious. Of course it is squat type. But different from Japanese one. When I use, my bottom is just over hole in middle of loo, so my splash noise very big. I dropped about 10 heavy large turds, so 10 big splash noises in that loo. My friend said WOW. In your story you said you can see bottom of other girl, so loo which you used is this style? In Paris I never saw. In Saint-Etienne and around, I saw quite often.
My friend said, when you flush, stand up, because water go everywhere and if you still squatting you get wet very much! Lucky because after about five turds I decided to flush, I don't want clog loo. So I standing, water rush everywhere and when calm again, I squat and more splash splash splash.
You say you like squat, I like both sit and squat but squat is sometimes painful because I am very very long time to do motion always. Two of my friends say same thing. Also if it is squat loo, there is not washlet. I like washlet. Victoria, I hope you can buy soon! Juliette, please read posts of Victoria. She is very very very nice girl.
Other problem with French old loo, there is not a peg to hang jeans and panties. I wanted to take off before do motion.
I angry to girl who gave laxative to Jenny. It is very pants thing to do. But when people say, beautiful girl cannot do big motion, that is also pants very much!! My friend Maho is like beauty queen. But when she is on loo, her beautiful bottom is fertile very very lots. She do and do and do! She need to flush twice, like me.
I hope we read your story more.
Love to everyone.
Mina + 3
Mina[ppe]
flush
When we do motions, if we flush in middle, it is sitting down, but we stand to look before flush. At the end of motion, we flush standing. All of us are same.
When we do wee, we usually flush sitting down. I like better.
I am happy to hear from you Victoria.
Love,
Mina[ppe]Dear Victoria
I am happy that you like washlet!! I hope you get it soon and it is not expensive so much.
Kazuko has a special smile when she is doing motions, and Maho too. But other things....I don't think we have anything special.
Love from Mina and friends
Linn
When hiking in the mountains this summer I had to poop outside several times. I think nobody spotted me but once I saw an older man squatting behind a huge stone. For sure he was pooping. Pants down and a roll of tp in his hands! I think everyone in my group also did but I saw none of them. But I often saw others go away alone from the group. We did not talk about it.
Sabine
Accident At The Beach
This happened two years ago at a beach. Before me and my family headed out to the beach I noticed my stomach was hurting a bit, but I decided to ignore it (mistake).
I decided to sunbathe and I most have been doing it for 5 minutes before my stomach started rumbling and I felt a pain in my stomach. I knew I had to use the bathroom now, and I got up and ran. Running in sand isn't easy though.
Despite it being hard, I made it to the gate, but I forgot the code to put in. The gates at the beach have a code to put in to get through them. The gate leads to the pool, and the pool has a portable toilet. This woman, bless her heart saw me struggling and got up to help me, but not in time.
Before she could even get to me, the pain in my stomach grew, and I released a fart. That fart was wet and wasn't exactly a fart. I can only imagine the horror in my eyes when I realized I was pooping myself. I just stood there pooping my bikini. Some leaked out and onto my leg.
People at the pool could hear me, and they were staring. The woman still opened the gate for me despite seeing me poop myself.
I went through the gate and went my back to our room instead of the portable toilet. I'm so thankful that nobody got on the elevator with me because the smell was horrible. I didn't go back to the beach for the rest of day.
My husband and daughter still likes to poke fun at me whenever we go to the beach by saying stuff like "Don't forget the code" and "Don't poop yourself mom".
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Taylors surevey
How old are you: 14
2: How many bathrooms do you have: 2
3: How big are your poops: 10 or 14 inches long but sometime can be 16 if I have been constipated
4: Where do you poop the most (School, Home, etc): in school cause I have quite a few bowel movements a day but also alot at home
5: Where do you put your bottoms at (Pants, Shorts, etc.) I usually put my pants or shorts down around my ankles
6: How long does it take to take a poop: 15 or 20 mins if I have diarrhea tho maybe 30
7: Do you poop with friends: Only with my close friends
8: Do your feet hang off the toilet: No
9: Do you fart when you poop: Yes all the way threw my bowel movement
10: Have you ever been walked in on: a few times in a public toilet and. Few times by a family member
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Hey everyone im new here and I have stn called IBS dno if I'm the only one here but I will do I proper post soon I have lots of different story's to tellCarin
Taylor T. survey answers & Steve A's survey
How old are you: 17
How many bathrooms in your home: 1. That's a problem because my Dad gets up first, takes a long crap and then showers. So my Mom and I hold our needs until we get to the office and school, respectively.
How big are your poops: the biggest are 2 inches wide, up to a foot long.
Where do you poop the most: almost every morning at school, sometimes a 2nd poop before I start tutoring after school. Also poop at the park, mall and theater. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Unlike some of my friends, I don't hold it in.
Where do you put your bottoms when pooping: at knee level if I'm using a non-door stall; otherwise, at floor level.
How long it takes to poop: I'm ready to unload a few seconds after my butt takes the seat. Sometimes between classes I might be seated just two minutes or less because I can't be late to class.
Do you poop with friends: Yes, especially before school. Otherwise I might see them during the school day because they are in one of the four other lunch shifts.
Do your feet hang off the toilet: At home and school no, but when I'm at a game or concert at the civic center they do. Those toilets are high, old and icky.
Do you fart when you poop? Sometimes if I've drank a lot of soda and have gas.
Have you ever been walked in on: more than half the doors at my school have been vandalized or removed because of bad activities in the past.
Being watched while I sit and asking me if I' about done or whether I'm "just pissing" is kind of like losing my privacy or being walked in on.
Steve A's survey:
1. Ever gone into wrong bathroom?
My bad! 1st day of middle school. I walked through the entryway to the toilet side. The urinals were through the other entryway and they would have tipped me off a lot sooner. One guy on the shitter looked up and called me a "dumb bitch."
2. Am I particular about toilet paper brand? No really. Mom buys the double-ply for home but some of our school's toilets have those small dumb squares. I hate 'em, especially since most of my daily craps are at school.
3. How often is our home bathroom cleaned? Mom cleans it weekly on Sunday, although she will use the toilet brush more frequently since Dad isn't that good about keeping and picking up for himself.
4. Would you consider installing a dryer or urinal for your bathroom?
They did at my friend Marcie's house. She has five young brothers and that urinal gets a workout!
5. Have you ever dealt with a restroom attendant?
Yes just last year when I was with my parents at a wedding reception at a big hotel and resort. She offered me a small package the size of a piece of soap that was a seat tissue. I didn't use it. My bladder would have burst while I unfolded the dumb thing.
6. Should a single, family restroom be required in public buildings?
Yes, especially if the toilet was half as high as the adult ones. It would have helped me a few times when I've been babysitting for the much younger kids.
7. What soap alternatives would I use if out of soap? I often have a small packet of hand sanitizer in my purse.
8. What type of air freshener do you use? Mom buys the cheapest brand available. The brands vary.
9. Have you ever been to a place that had no restroom or only one reserved for employees? I was about 5 or 6 and we were at K-Mart. The ladies room was closed for cleaning, mom tried the employee restroom door, it was open, and we went in. Both she and I peed because we had downed a lot of pop earlier that day.
10. What is a public restroom pet peeve of yours?
If you need to use a bathroom, do it at the first opportunity. No need to wait until you get home. No need to wait until the next passing period at school. I'm a tutoring program volunteer at my high school before and after classes. Several students, especially guys, will hold their crap all day, run home after school to use the bathroom, then come back late for their tutoring time. Our schedule has been set back by as much as an hour do to such actions. Using a public bathroom is a LIFE SKILL.
Girlfriend's smelly dump
I'm on holiday with my girlfriend, this morning we'd both just woken up and were lying next to eachother in bed when she announced "I need a poo." I followed her into the small en-suite toilet to watch, which she usually lets me do. She is blonde-haired and petite with a bit of a bubble bum.
I stood behind the toilet to the right hand side as she pulled down her panties and sat down. The twin white domes of her bum cheeks were set several inches forward from the back of the toilet seat in the well-lit room, so I had a clear view of the water in the bowl.
Several moments passed in silence. Then there was a small squishing sound as two small pellets fell into the toilet. Next came a longer "ftftftft" sound and a large, dark brown, curled turd splashed down into the water. She sighed, shifted her bum forward a few inches so I happened to have an even better view, and paused for a few moments. The smell was starting to come up to my nostrils, but it was nothing compared to what came next. As she continued to sit completely still, a wet squishy sound was followed by a large dollop of much lighter brown poo, which landed on the dry part of the bowl in front of the water and slid down to rest on top of the other turd, leaving a large light brown streak on the bowl. She'd been drinking the night before and the sickly smell of a hangover poo was revolting. Indeed, after sitting for a while longer to check she was finished, she spoke for the first time since entering the bathroom to simply say "That stinks." She stood up, had to wipe her bum a few times until it was clean, then flushed. The brown streak was still visible so she reached for the toilet brush and cleaned it off. The smell in the room was absolutely foul as she washed her hands.
I have watched this girlfriend and several of my exes taking a dump, this was one of the smelliest and most memorable.
Saturday, August 24, 2019