diarrhea is terrible(I want to sleep, but instead I go to the toilet again and have completely liquid diarrhea (
it repeats already the 7th time in a row, my stomach is killing me (
I want to cry(
Mikey (Formely Michael)
Replies, Some stories, and responseThere's another Michael on here, so I decided I'd change my name too, to be nice. As tribute, I'll do his survey, but before a couple of responses and questions.
Swaggermuffinz - I'm one of those people that poops every other day to every 3 days. It tends to be one large log, and usually floats in the toilet. Personally I'd prefer to poop more often, so it wouldn't be so much of an ordeal. Stomach cramps and really bad gas tends to happen to me an hour before I have to go. Try eating more dairy, it tends to slow the works.
Will - With the abundance of automatic toilets, with the exception of school and Target, it's rare to see an unflushed turd. Although, your post surfaced a memory that happened a few days ago. I was in the outlet mall browsing stores when I found myself in a large restroom. It had about 6 stalls, and 4 urinals, which was a pretty decent size. I noticed a man with his jeans and shoes down at his ankles, and I took the stall across from him. I noticed it smelled a little funny, but didn't think too much of it. I sat down, peed, (turns out I didn't have to shit - happens) and relaxed. Then, a couple of plops from my neighbor. The sound of the toilet tissue being unrolled. He wiped a bit, then proceeded to stand up. He flushed once.. then twice!! The flush wasn't that strong by the sounds of it, but by the door slamming open and brisk footsteps, I could tell he gave up. I got a glimpse of him as he left the stall, a tall, darker black man, dressed in sort of a suit. As soon as he left, I stood up and flushed, getting re-dressed. I went to his stall. Two fat, but short turds, in pissy water floated in the bowl, they were quite thick, which explains why they didn't go down. They weren't that big, but again, it's rare to come across someone's droppings by chance.
I frequent a bookstore, where I often go after work, where I end up having a BM there. I often go every other day to every three days which it ends up being a decent sized turd. Several times I've shit, I've done a large poo, a big log, it ends up stretching from one side of the bowl to the other, and being pretty thick. The large turd and the toilet paper end up clogging, and somehow it always ends up going down if I flush enough. I haven't been brave to leave the bathroom unflushed. Why? The smell.
A week ago, I visited the store, and made a bee-line straight to the bathroom. I sat down, and pulled my pants down. I sat on the toilet, leaning forward. Like Michael had mentioned in a story where he had put the survey (that I'm about to do), my poo is often like the Hispanic guy's, it often crackles out, doesn't make a plop/splash, and often there's a very strong and noticeable odour. The large turd crackled out, filling the bowl, but not before falling in the toilet. Right after that, two smaller, but still thick pieces, fell in the bowl on top of the turd, making thud sounds. I stood up before wiping to observe my work. I noticed a large, brown turd, like the colour of refried beans floating in the toilet, being a couple inches thick. Two large dollops, the same thickness as the initial turd were on top of the shit making a small pile by the front part of the seat. I I guess I didn't notice, but apparently it smelled really bad. I grabbed the TP, wiped up, and had to flush about 2 times. It went down, but it left plenty of skidmarks.
This bathroom is a one-staller with a urinal, so I left after washing my hands, going back to browsing. A couple minutes later, a dad with his kid walked into the bathroom and I could overhear him from the door complaining about how bad it smelt and how the bathrooms needed to be worked on. He walked right back out, continuing his blabbering. I was slightly embarrassed, but slightly proud. That I had managed to stink up the bathroom so bad, someone couldn't even pee in it.
I've had a couple other incidents like that, people would complain about the bathroom smelling bad after I've used it at that particular location. But nothing that stands out. Although I know I'm not crazy, because even my roommate says I stink up the bathroom pretty bad, it must be my diet.
Now for the survey.
1. Do you enjoy pooping? Yes!
2. What is your favorite position while defecating? Doing the thinkers pose, I'll be bent over, my arms on my knees.
3. Do you get stomach aches before passing a BM? Yep! Also I end up farting a lot.
4. How many times a day do you poop? I go once every other day or once every 3 days.
5. What was the longest poop you ever did? If time, probably 20 minutes, but I end up sitting there playing on my phone. If length, probably a foot and a half, after being very constipated.
6. Do you find pooping relaxing?. Yes I do.
7. Do you make grunting noises while pushing? Yes, I often grunt.
8. How often do you get constipated? Not that often, but sometimes, depends on what's going on in my life.
9. What was the longest time you've ever been constipated? 5 days.
10. After being constipated or having a difficult poop and it finally comes out, do you yell of relief? I just end up sighing of relief.
11. Do you have stomach aches often when you can't pass a BM? If so are they severe and how long do they last? If I have to hold it, yes I get stomach aches, they aren't too bad.
12. Are you gassy when you poop?. I'm usually gassy before, but it depends on the type of poop. If it's going to be a thicker poop, my farts sounds like hissing and they stink very badly.
13. Do you look forward to taking a dump?. I do!
14. What are the signs of knowing you have to poop? Gas, stomach aches, and peeing more often than usual. Yes, I'm surprised nobody else says this, but my urinary system tends to go into overdrive if there's shit in store.
15. Do you ever lie down after taking a long pooping session? Only if it's before bedtime.
16. Do you ever have to catch your breath while pooping? Nope, it comes out in one piece.
17. Do you like to take as long as necessary or do you want to be quick? I like to be quick, to get it over with.
18. When you are constipated or having a tough time getting it out, what do you think is the best way to relieve yourself? Squatting and doing some test pushes over the toilet.
19. Has a BM ever hurt so much that you started to cry?. Not since I was little.
20. How often do you have diarrhea?. Not very often.
21. Do you push on your stomach to get the poop out? I usually just change positions.
22. Do you ever massage your stomach to help a stomach ache or to help you poop? For a stomach ache, yes.
23. Do you feel comfortable about having someone in the bathroom with you to keep you company while you sat there? I've had a friend be near me outside when I poop, but they didn't see it coming out.
24. How bad do your farts smell when you are pooping on the toilet? My poop smells (supposedly according to others) pretty bad, despite it being a solid log.)
25. How much is the most you have pooped? Filling the bowl where you can't see the drain. But one of my biggest shits, is when I was in high school, I had a strict diet of Taco bell and mcdonalds. I got constipated for 5 days, I finally went one day before track practice. I ended up laying a thick, fat log. It was insanely thick, like a pringles can, and about a foot long, but probably shorter. It took a lot of grunting to get out, and forget about flushing. The kids who played basketball often used the locker room and often skidded and stunk up the toilets worse than I did, but nobody used the stall that I went in. I returned from practice 2 hours later, seeing the water completely brown, a large wad of TP that I used, and my colossal turd, stretching from seat to seat in the toilet just sitting there. The entire locker room stunk of my shit.
Brown Paper Towel ClogThe other day my boyfriend and I went to a nearby city for a concert. We had to make one Interstate rest stop on the way down because I had to pee and I could tell by the way he was moving around behind the wheel that he had to crap. It's obvious when you re-position yourself like five times in one minute. So he trotted a lot faster up the path to the rest stop than I. Six of seven toilets were taken so the middle one was going to be my choice. There was crap in the bowl, which I didn't like so I leaned over and flushed it and that's when I saw three of those large paper hand-drying towels on the sides of the toilet. Immediately, it brought back a memory of something that had happened like eight years ago when I was ten and on a trip with my friend Merrilee and her family.
We were on a three-hour trip to a theme park and her dad, who was driving, called out Pit Stop, and got a dirty look from her mom and some other words that were directed at him and since I didn't understand sarcasm back then, I didn't understand them, although Merrilee snickered quite frequently when her parents had a disagreement. So when we got into the bathroom, Merrilee's mom moved fast and tore off more than a handful of the paper towels from the common dispenser. She pointed Merrilee to the toilet she wanted her to use, handed her like three or four of the towels and told her not to touch anything. As for me, I took the first available toilet, was pulling down my jeans and underwear, when Merrilee's mom pounded on my door and handed me my four brown paper towels. I showed her the dispenser with toilet paper that I would use for my wipe. She bellowed with some anger, "You're not going to sit directly on the toilet seat are you?" It was obvious she knew that I intended to. But I took them, spent at least two minutes trying to figure out how I could make them stay on the seat because they were so large and once positioned, my nervousness and bodily motion caused one to fall off. One fell into the water and I was going to toss the other two in also and take my seat. Sometimes it was taking me a little longer to get a pee started in a public place because I was kinda self-conscious. But I finally sat on the dumb things, did no more than a 30 second pee, and with Merrilee's mom on the toilet next to me, I pushed them into the bowl, I wiped real fast and then did three slams on the flusher to activate it. Of course, there were some funny noises as they clogged the bowl and the flush cycle went on and on.
Merrilee had her bowel movement and later apologized about her mom's obsession with covering the seat. I sure hope Merrilee has come to her senses today that her mom is quite extreme.
Hi JonasHi Jonas, and welcome! To answer your question, I haven't wet the bed since maybe age 12. I haven't however, wet the bed after years of a dry spell though. The closest I've ever came to wetting anything on my bed was crying into my pillow when as a child Ugly from Bubba Sparxx was playing at night on z92.3, and the electronic beat at the start of one of the verses scared me for some reason. I've wet the bed enough as a young child that my mattress smelled of pee, and I jumped on it so much I almost had springs digging into me. As far as poops go, nothing interesting as happened today. I peed lots as usual, and one of my medium lenghth pees happened near the end of my church bell Christmas CD that I haven't touched in years. It was a gift given to me back in probably 2008 or so. To Constiguy: I don't have any experiences of peeing, or doing number 2 in a bed pan, but good question. Bye!
Wetting the bedTo Jonas,
I've had a similar experience. I hadn't wet the bed since I was a child, then when I was 23 I was staying with friends in Paris when one night I woke up suddenly and was in the middle of peeing! I managed to get to the bathroom to finish off without anyone seeing, but I still felt really embarrassed about it. I guess it's just one of those things that can happen if you're a really deep sleeper. Don't worry about it.
Tuesday, October 08, 2019
Wetting the bed at 20So I haven't wet the bed in years, at least 11, but last night I awoke around 3 am to find I had wet myself. It wasn't a full on wetting, but I had enough to dampen myself and my sheets. I was a little shocked, and was wondering if this had happened to anyone else on here? A bed wetting after years of being dry?
Bed PansI have pooped in many places but never in a bed pan. Could I have your experiences?
Rude people in the bathroomsTo the person who was luaghing at me just now because I was having explosive diarrhea in a public toilet u just made my day already worse than it is I have IBS and have this kind off poo all the time and many others have luaghed or been rude to me because of it
I hate it so much when someone starts luaghing and there sat in the stall next to me it makes me feel embarrassed I used to hold it in even when I was on the toilet because someone was luaghing at my poo noises now I don't hold in and just do it and give them a show because I would rather stink them out making them leave rather than letting them stay I hate these types of people how would they feel in a non home toilet with runny poo and someone luaghing to make it worse
I've dealt with so many people who hang around to see who was causing the noise and sometimes I even hear a record button go off when there in the stall so they can record my loud bowels and luagh some more or post it and it just annoys me and embarrassed me now
Then there's the other people with diarrhea in public toilets when I poop next to u I feel Ur pain and ino how u feel when someone luaghs when the other people with diarrhea are in the stall next to each other u feel like allies u understand each others pain and hate the luaghing people together
I had diarrhea once and ther person next to me did as well when I finished he finished and we both just looked at each other and were like I understand how u feel
Anyone else can relate with me please share
VideogamesSo I'm big fan of cartoons. And there's nothing I like more than sitting on My training potty in the morning watching Spongebob or Pokémon and taking my morning dump. I mean it is really relaxing. Or maybe I'll be in my closet squatting while browsing this website. I also love to play video games in my diapers or goodnites just for the convince, nothing is more annoying than having to pee in the middle of a game session.
So to my fellow special place pottiers, where do you like to do your morning potty?
And does anyone else where goodnites or diapers while gaming?
Haunted mine group shit.I was up in the foothills of a mountain range near where I live hiking with my friends Ashlynn and Amber. We had been up there about an hour, and it was known around where we live that the mine was supposed to be haunted. Well, from what we felt that day when all of us had to poop we believe it was because we heard voices and saw things that literally scared the shit out of us. I was having an especially hard time pooping but then I heard a voice behind me and no more trouble poopy lol, it came out all at once. We all left big piles of shit. We didn't have anything to wipe with either so we have to look around for stuff and then we decided just to walk out of the mine and grab some moss on the ground and use that.
Reply to Tara SThat's a really cool story about your friend who let her daughter pee in the chair and would even pee with her. And on the subject of peeing in cars, you never know until you try.
Juliette from France
To Mina[ppe]Your story from 2419 and 2483 were great, just some question about Kazuko's mother.
In Europe, especially Southern Europe, most of the parents respect their child. My mother won't hit me anyway if I spend a lot of time in toilet pooping, she would asked me if I was alright when I have diarrhea instead of being angry at me, she thinks make smell after pooping is just a very normal human behavior (or maybe because of I always stunk up the bathroom) . So maybe there are differences between European parents and Japanese parents because I've heard some of the Japanese parents were very conservative.
Ohio Toiletstool.com fan
What's your ideal dump?Hello all. So, like many others on here, i love pooping. But not all poops work for me. I'm also sure that what feels good to me may be different for someone else.
When it comes to crapping I have preferences for what i consider good, great, and crappy dumps. For me, a great dump has to have the following things;
1. At home by myself
2. Clothes off
3. Soft poop: noisy or gassy, soft thick turds followed by several smaller and softer pieces that float
4. Very very smelly
5. Something to read
6. Cup of coffee with me
7. Feeling light as a feather upon completion
That's my absolutely perfect dump scenario. However life makes it a rarity for me. To my toiletstool family, please describe your ideal dump as well. Thank y'all, have a great day, happy pooping.
Back at schoolSo school has started again I usually have really bad diarrhea but this year the school nurse lets me use her office toilet because she knows o frequently have to go and it's always loud and embarrassing anyway recently i have had a mix of really sloppy and watery and then the odd day a really big stool will come out and it's quite unflushable I have only had this twice so far in the last 2 weeks but the first time I did it I left class using my pass as normal and went to the nurses office and she was like go ahead use mine so I did as usual but then this giant stool came out and it was like 10 or 11 inches long and 2.5 ish wide I really couldn't flush it at all and I had to speak to the nurse we tried figuring out what caused this but we're not sure yet anyway this last week she gave me a little warning that she'd be out of school on Thursday is that ment that day I'm gna have to use the toilets everyoneelse uses I thought can't be that as it's just one day anyway that day I had another poo just as big if not bigger it wouldn't flush at all I left quickly before someone found out it was me anyway comes lunch time people start finding out about this massive poo and some even take pictures no one knows who done it and I kinda just watch as people get accused for it but I'm really the one who done it
I'm not fat or anything I'm quite fit and have a healthy diet I go the gym and have lots of hobbies but I have IBS reason people ruled me out of producing this is cause my stools are sloppy and watery so no one suspecting me I wonder if they will end up finding out who done it
Reply to TaylorTaylor - I've had a similar thing when I've been desperate for a wee, got to the loo and not been able to go. It's then taken a little while to get started.
Juliette from France
Great place alone for diarrheaThis year is strange, over the past few years, it won't get cold until late October around this area. But the temperature began to drop in mid-September this year, maybe because of the unusual climate caused by global warming, I not sure. But the temperature lower than usual caused a lot influence to us. Many of my classmates soon caught a cold, there are many people blowing there nose and sneezing. Also, many of them gets stomach flu, the bathroom became more busy, many girls were having very frequently diarrhea, and some of them mess their pants. There were only a few people in bathroom before this happened, but now the bathroom were crowded. But the thing that I couldn't stand was that, these mean girls that laugh when other girls poop, wait in the bathroom until a poor girl suffered from stomach flu gets in.
I also had stomach flu, it was awful! So I refused to poop in the bathroom at school. But I found a great place for me to poop: the little mountain behind our school. There are many bushes and trees up there, and the most important thing is almost nobody went there. So I told my friend that I 'll take a walk outside last night, but they didn't notice that I took some paper with me. I ran up to that hill, the urge to poop were strong. I finally chose an inconspicuous position under a tree and squat down.
It was actually really comfortable, but in that time my stomach hurts very bad that I didn't notice, I can felt the wind blew over my blonde hair and my butt. But the sound of me pissing and exploding stinky diarrhea destroyed the beautiful scene, I keep farting and spurt out many dirty things there. Although my stomach feels bad but it feels GREAT pooping like this.
I finished pooping after 20 minutes and the place were VERY VERY STINKY. It was such a mess there, large amount of diarrhea all under that tree. That was the first time I pooped there, I also pooped for about 6 times at the that place today. Sorry but I have to stop texting now, I thought I need to go there for pooping another time.
Nice story, Tim!Hey Tim, that was a cool story you wrote about, being seen on the toilet by the brunette in the hall outside the restroom. It would have been even more shocking if you were a "standing wiper" and she got an even better view of you in your vulnerable state. Plenty of guys have seen me use doorless stalls, but I don't think I've ever been seen by a woman. I have taken dumps in regular stalls next to women, though.
I just remembered the one time a woman saw me on the toilet. It was at a fast food restaurant that had two single toilet restrooms next to each other. I was on one of them and either I didn't lock the door properly or the lock was broken, and a guy opened the door on me. His girlfriend was standing next to him and saw me as he opened the door. She just looked shocked and said "oh!" And they closed the door.
I have used toilets with doors on them, where the main entrance door is kept propped open and passerby can just look in and see my trousers and briefs down at my ankles. That is a bit odd, in that anyone looking in can see my underwear and can see that I'm a standing wiper. Not that wearing briefs or standing to wipe is scandalous, but it's a bit of information that isn't usually out there.
Hope you have more fun experiences like this last bar one!
Juliette from France
To ConstiguyThere are some toilet bullies in my school, they laughed at the other girls having bowel movement, but they act like they never poop. I've seen these girls poop several times but I didn't laugh at them because I'm not that boring like them.
About the thinking of girls don't poop, it is a very strange thoughts, every girls poop no matter they are pretty or not, fat or thin. I don't know how these thoughts came from, but I guess you can ask some boys about this question, many of them have thoughts like this. I guess: they don't think girls poop is because of they couldn't imagine a very pretty girl sitting on a toilet farting, pushing one and another turd out and stink up the bathroom.
Two short responses for now:
To Minappe: "It" is dropping motions or your pee on a spider. Very satisfying, especially if the spider has already landed on you, in your panties or both like what happened to me!
To Anna from Austria: I had math and English my freshman and sophomore years of high school (grades 9 and 10) in the oldest wing of the building. It had been built in the '70s and the bathrooms certainly did show their age. Many of the locks on the stall doors were broken (that is, those stalls that still had doors!) and we'd have to resort to using pens to try and "lock" the door for some privacy. I remember once early in my freshman year when the pencil I used was broken by someone who'd forgotten to check for feet on the other side of the door. They opened the door only to see me sitting on the toilet during a number two. Needless to say I never used a pencil as a makeshift lock again!
To Taylor TYour post said something about pooping at school or ikea or a porta potty, would you care to tell some of those stories?
Response to SurveysI am a male of middle years. I poo I suppose most days but certainly often have days with no results . I may poo after breakfast sometimes or mid morning or after lunch and occasionally in the evening. I go between 0 to 3 times a day. I can poo anywhere and almost everywhere. I do like public toilets if they are not too gross. I have had many bush poos but not for many years. In my younger day I did a lot of fishing and regularly took a dump over the side of the boat. I do know my shit does stink but much worse if I have not been for a while. I have never clogged the toilet. My poo can be very hard or it can be a soft serve. I never get diarrhoea. Have not had it for 3O years. Sometimes if I have been sluggish and I eat a lot I may go 4 to 5 times in a day but it is still relatively solid. I sit on the toilet normally, however if there is nobody at home and not likely to be home I will squat and do it in my incontenence undies or in a low bucket where I can squat. As to farting when I poo....not that much. I do not make any more noise than usual however., I can have a big grunting and moaning session. There are no particular foods that make me poo....a whole lot of prune juice can help. If really constipated and the urge hits and it is opportune I go to a therapist who helps me out. I think I would prefer diarrhoea to constipation provided I had the time to use the toilet as required but otherwise constipation. As to time on the throne ..... only a few minutes usually, rarely I might be there for 10 minutes. When constipated if I do not shit quick I get off the pot. I have been following this site for many years.
Anna from Austria
survey for the ladiesA experience I had yesterday at work inspired me to make a new survey for my fellow ladies.
After a long lecture from our boss, I needed to pee quite bad. Apparently my boss needed the bathroom to, because I could see her enter the bathroom shortly before me. When I entered the bathroom she was in on stall already and she was talking to herself (finally I made it, I was holding it for forever) and then was literally exploding at the toilet. Sounded like very soft poo or maybe even diarrhea.
Now the my survey.
I was quite astonished that she could hide the fact that she was being desperate for some time.
If I were in similar situation I tend to do some smelly pre po fart that would hardly get unnoticed.
How about my fellow ladies.
Are you good at hiding that fact that you desperate to go Number 2 or you similar like me and you tend to reveal yourself with some naughty pre poop farts if you are holding back your poo for some time?
that's it for today.
greetings from Austria
Re: Michael W's SurvesyNice Survey, Michael, here I go
1. How old are you? I am 30.
2. How long does it take you to poop?
It varies, usually say around 4-5 Minutes, but if I have nothing to do and goings feel slow i can spend between 10 and 40 Minutes.
3. What is your poop like usually?
usually fairly firm but not too hard, some soft
4. Do you fart when you poop? usually not while pooping, unless I am constipated. With me the farts are more of an early warning before the urge hits me. If I find myself farting a lot, I usually head towards the toilet. Normally it pre-curses pooping.
5. Does your poop plop loudly in the toilet? sometimes, not always.
6. Are you comfortable pooping in other toilets than your own? Unless it is a totally messy place, Yes.
7. Name all the places you have pooped.
Work, festival, hospital, restaurants, hotels, the lot, the best place away on board a plane, it always seem that my poop is more slow going there.
8. How bad do you stink up the bathroom when you poop?
Not by a rule, there are times the day after a pub visit where I am lethal, lol ;)
9. Do you do anything to keep you occupied when you poop? (For example, Do you read, do your homework, surf the net on your phone, or play portable video games) yes, I have been known to use my phone on the dumpster, usually when things are slow-going
10. What time of the day do you usually poop?
Usually in the morning.
11. Do you courtesy flush?
Only with diahrrea
12. Have you ever clogged the toilet before?
13. What sort of things make you poop?
Coffee, Beer, Onions
14. How long does it take you to poop if you are constipated?
This can take anywhere up to an hour. Like Michael, there are times where I gave up on a motion to retry a little later.
15. How does it take you to poop if you are having diarrhea?
Doesn't take that long, I tend not to hang about, 10 mins tops.
16. Have you ever thought you were done and then felt like you had to poop some more?
Yes, when things are tough it can happen, I try to prevent it however by using a footstool and taking time after I feel done
17. When you have finished pooping and left a terrible smell in the bathroom, What does the next person who goes in there think?
No clue, I am single
18. How do you sit when you are on the toilet?
Pants at ankles, phone in hand.
19. Would you rather be constipated or would you rather have diarrhea? Constipation, I hate diarrhea
20. When was the first time you found this site?
I have a story from this morning. Julie had the day off of school because of parent-teacher conferences, but Lynne still had school. On the way to drop her off, I started to have to poop. By the time I got home I had to go very badly. I just hoped the bathroom was free!
Luckily for me, it was. I sat down and peed and was about to start pooping when Julie came in. She said she had to go to the toilet, both ways, and asked if I was almost done. I told her I'd barely started, punctuated by a plop as my first turd fell.
I tried to hurry, to minimize the amount of time Julie had to wait, but I really had to poop a lot and my stomach hurt. I ended up letting out three long turds and about five shorter ones. Once I had finished, I wiped myself and flushed and Julie practically shoved me out of the way as I was standing up.
As I was washing my hands, she was peeing and pooping. I heard lots of plops and splashes so I could tell she had been desperate too. Between my own poop and Julie's ongoing poop, the bathroom stunk a lot. Some time later, when Julie was done pooping, I heard her flush and then start plunging the toilet.
I'll also answer the survey that's making the rounds. I'll answer both about myself and both of my girls as much as possible, since I know a lot know about their bathroom habits.
"1. How old are you?"
32 (me), 13 (Lynne), 11 (Julie). In my very first post on page 2775, I accidentally mixed up their ages in my introduction. Gosh, talk about embarrassing, not knowing how old my own kids are (hehe).
"2. How long does it take you to poop?"
For me it depends. Sometimes I go quickly and other times I'll take a while. It's almost never more than about 5 minutes though. Julie usually takes about 5 minutes to poop, and Lynne takes a lot longer about 15-20 minutes. Actually, I think she finishes pooping a lot sooner than that but just sits on the toilet on her phone some more.
"3. What is your poop like usually?"
I usually have two or three big long turds and often a few small pieces too. Julie's poops seem to vary quite a bit. There are times she'll just lay one huge turd and other times it'll be a pile of smaller logs. Lynne almost always has a lot of little pieces that plop out slowly over a few minutes.
"4. Do you fart when you poop?"
I'll usually fart a few times before I started going and once or twice at the end. Julie doesn't seem to fart much while she's pooping, but she farts a ton throughout the day. I can usually tell Lynne is about to poop because she starts farting a lot before she goes, and then she normally farts a lot during her poop too.
"5. Does your poop plop loudly in the toilet?"
Not usually. The small pieces make big plops, but the longer logs don't make much sound. It's the same way with Julie, but Lynne's poop plops and splashes loudly.
"6. Are you comfortable pooping in toilets other than your own?"
Yes for all three of us
"7. Name all the places you have pooped."
That'd be a looong list. None of us are shy about going to the bathroom, even to poop, so we go wherever we are when the urge hits.
"8. How bad do you stink up the bathroom when you poop?"
I'd say not really. I mean not much more than you'd expect a bathroom to smell after someone poops. Sometimes we'll stink it up a lot (like Julie did this morning) or if we all have to go at the same time (like in my first post, about the restaurant) it starts to stink badly.
"9. Do you do anything to keep you occupied when you poop?"
I don't and neither does Julie usually, but Lynne's on her phone while she poops.
"10. What time of day do you poop?"
None of us really have a set time when we poop. We just go whenever we need to.
"11. Do you courtesy flush?"
I don't, and I don't think I remember the girls ever doing it. Every once in a while, Lynne will flush during her poop but I don't think that's a "courtesy flush" so much as it is flushing to make sure the toilet doesn't clog.
"12. Have you ever clogged a toilet?"
Not in quite a while. I used to sometimes clog the toilet when I was younger. The girls rarely actually clog the toilet, though they do sometimes need multiple flushes to get everything down.
"13. What sort of things make you poop?"
I can't really think of anything in particular, either for me or for the girls.
"14. How long does it take you to poop if you're constipated?"
We're all regular poopers, so we almost never get constipated.
"15. How long does it take you to poop if you have diarrhea?"
For all of us, the pooping itself is usually quick, only a couple of minutes, but the trips are a lot more frequent when we're sick with diarrhea.
"16. Have you ever felt like you were done but had to poop more?"
I can't remember that happening to me, and I don't know if it's ever happened to either of the girls.
"17. When you have finished pooping and left a terrible smell in the bathroom. What do you think the next person thinks?"
I don't really concern myself with that, and I don't think the girls do either. They've never seemed particularly embarrassed about leaving behind a poop smell, and I can't remember them expressing any hesitation about pooping at school or anything like that either.
"18. How do you usually sit when you're on the toilet?"
Usually we poop with our pants around our ankles. Sometimes if we're about to get in the shower or have just finished, we'll poop naked.
"19. Would you rather be constipated or have diarrhea?"
Ideally, neither. But if I HAD to pick, I guess I'd choose constipation.
"20. When did you find this site?"
I've been reading the posts here for like six months now, but I only started posting back in August.
End Stall Em's surveyAge: 28
1. At what age, if applicable, did you have your first constipation?
I had constipation problems from a very young age. As far back as I can remember (3-4 years old?) my parents were making me sit on the toilet for long periods of time even though I didn't feel like I had to poo, because I hadn't pooed in a couple of days.
2. Did you tell your parents? What did they say?
I never told them. They noticed, and they always did because they always monitored my pooing habits.
3. How long would you sit at home trying to go before giving up?
Personally, I'd give up after 5 or 10 minutes, but my parents would make me sit on the toilet much longer than that. I remember one time in middle school, my parents made me stay home from school because I hadn't pooed in over a week, and I spent almost the whole school day (about 6 hours) in the bathroom.
4. About what percent of the time was the extended home-sit effective?
Most of the time it was eventually effective.
5. About what percent of the time was an extended public toilet-sit effective?
I didn't do this as often, but I do remember one time going swimming with my mom, and ending up pooing in the changeroom after sitting on the toilet for an excruciating half hour or so.
6. In a public toilet, after your sit if you were unsuccessful did you still flush the toilet to fake success?
Yeah I did this all the time. I was an awful liar when I was a kid. I remember distinctly one time I was in the stall next to this girl, a friend of mine, and I'd told her I was pooing. When she flushed and went out to the sinks, I flushed a few seconds later, and came out describing my (imaginary) poo to her. I think she thought I was weird lol
7. At what age did you use your first suppository? Had you tried another laxative first?
This happened some time during elementary or middle school. My parents forced it on me, but I'd been taking laxatives long before this.
8. Does the color, contour or cleanliness of a public toilet seat aid in the ease with which you can have a crap?
If I wipe it down and I can't see any visible droplets, I'm content. What I'm more concerned about is my anonymity. If people I know are there, and they can recognize me by my shoes, then I get really embarrassed about my smell and the length of time I've been sitting, so that effects how easily I can poo.
9. Does the size, quality and available supply of toilet paper aid your bathroom production?
Not usually. If I have to poo, I'll poo. Usually I don't notice the lack of toilet paper until after I've pooed and I'm stranded with a stinky bum and panties around my ankles.
10. Have any of you been asked to keep a bowel movement record book?
How long? How'd it go?
When I was a kid, my parents kept a 'log' book of days I pooed in the toilet, days I didn't poo, and days I pooed in my pants.
Sophee's bugsI've known Sophee, whose a senior in college and years ago was my Bible school teacher, for several years. When I was in 1st grade and she was in 4th we walked to school together a lot. It was about a 5 block walk, and on a few mornings, she would come by our house about 5 or 10 minutes late. When my mom questioned her once, I was surprised to hear her say she was late because she wanted to have her "BM' at home instead of at school. My mom seemed to agree with Sophee, but I thought it was kind of odd because there was a pretty steady stream of kids leaving classes for the bathroom. And that was in addition to the 10:30 and 1:30 breaks each class was assigned each day. I crapped at school about once a week, sometimes twice. During certain lessons our teacher wouldn't let us out of class until the activity finished, so I learned to hold it until our group bathroom time. Problem was that often there would still be some 5th graders in there, often on the toilets for long sits. This guy they called Tiny was twice the size and weight of most of our class. And he would be the last of the 5th graders to leave. I might have to wait almost the whole break time for a stall to open and when Tiny stood, wiped even slower than anyone I knew, and pulled his jeans up, he'd walk right out of the toilet stall (with no privacy doors I wondered how you could call it a stall) and straight into the hallway. No handwashing. Almost a full bowl of soft crap protruding from the water at me. I think I was afraid to use the flusher because it would cause the toilet to overflow on me. That had happened once in kindergarten, someone had seen me leave the bathroom, and my teacher was contacted by the principal.
That afternoon after school I was scheduled to go with Sophee to her house after school. My parents had something special to do and I was going to have supper over there and my parents were going to pick me up after dark. When Sophee got home she and her mother got into a bit of an argument. You see they only had a single bathroom, the toilet didn't work and the plumber was a couple of hours late in getting there. Her mother said she had gone once at work and just an hour earlier at the gas station. Sophee looked at her, almost swore, and cried out "What about me....." That told me she had probably been holding her load since lunchtime. Why couldn't she go at school like normal people? We had a fast dinner. Sophee didn't eat much for obvious reasons and we got permission to walk about 3 blocks over to he park. They have awesome playground equipment there.
Sophee first tried the park bathroom. Locked. Then we went around the other side of the building to the guys'. Locked. Then we walked across a hole on the golf course toward another subdivision. We came across this huge sewer intersection. With nobody around and it getting half dark, Sophee studied her options. Finally she told me I would have to hold her hands. She sat on the pavement, pulled her white panties and black jeans down to knee level and pushed herself from the grass, onto the hard, rusted steel that had circles like pimples sticking up. It took some adjustment and a couple of close-to-disaster mistakes in judgment before I fully caught on what she was going to do. This was the first full-frontal I got gotten of a girl going to the bathroom. Finally, she determined that with my holding her hands, her butt was far enough hanging over the sewer for her to drop her crap. That's without losing her balance and falling backward enough for part of her body to fall into the sewer. We could hear water underground, the rustling of leaves in the wind and I noticed by holding her hands tight, he face was crunched up and her eyes were squinting and closed. It didn't take long for the satisfaction to come onto Sophee's face as piece after piece went to the bottom of the street about 10 feet under. Finally she was done. She pulled her clothing up while still sitting on the ground. She said she was probably messing her panties, but that there was no alternative. She thanked me for my help and started to cry a little. Then we walked home and just in time because our deadline of the street lights activating was our curfew.
The next day Sophee didn't come to pick me up for school. She got to class about 10. She had 3 bug bites on her butt area, one of which was bleeding and her mom took her to the doctor to have her examined. Since she hadn't bathed that morning, the doctor found part of a water bug and a dead giant ant on her backside. Her mom was ordered to change her bedding and to clean the sheet with a hot water wash. That, however, hasn't changed Sophee much. To this day she hates using bathrooms away from home, especially for craps. I don't know how she's made it through almost 4 years of college.
Rose Y (Original Rose)
Hey, it appears there's a new Rose on the forum!
I'm the old one, the one who recently asked about insects. I feel like we should start adding an initial to clarify who's who, so I'll be going by Rose Y from now on.
Bianca - you mentioned you've flushed roaches before, what was the situation for that? What was it like for you, and what exactly happened to them?
I have a question for everyone - has anyone clogged the toilet, but not realized right away? I had an embarrassing moment recently when I was going to the bathroom in public with a friend, and thought the toilet flushed fine, only to have the friend go to use the toilet after me and remark on the exceptional number of small pieces of poop I'd produced, which were still spinning around the bowl after the flush.
Fart SurveyI sometimes have really bad gas like many others on here so I thought I'd do a survey. Farting is super embarrassing for me because my farts can be really loud so this survey is about that.
1. Do you ever fart in front of your significant other? Are they understanding?
2. Have you ever farted on a date?
4. Have you ever farted on an elevator with other people on it?
5. Have you ever taken a huge dump while farting a lot in a public restroom that had no doors or stalls at all?
6. Have you ever farted loud in a portable toilet where people could hear you?
7. Did you ever get bullied as a kid for farting?
1. Do you ever fart in front of your significant other? Are they understanding?
I fart all the time around my girlfriend Sofia. She is understanding though because she is also very gassy and she knows I have IBS. Some mornings I'm in the bathroom for so long that Sofia has to come in and get ready for work while I'm still farting away on the toilet. She still giggles while doing her hair in the mirror at how loud my farts are and jokes I'm going to blow through the ceiling. Some nights if we have a really gassy meal we both end up exploding gas under the covers in bed and it sounds like a thunder storm.
2. Have you ever farted on a date?
Only with Sofia.
4. Have you ever farted on an elevator with other people on it?
I had managed not to until one day I got stuck on an elevator with two female co-workers. I usually start to feel gassy around 1pm and have to take a gassy dump and I'll ride the elevator up to a more private bathroom. One day I was particularly gassy riding up with two women I knew and the elevator just stopped. We waited for about eight minutes and one of them Jen, who is about my age(31) noticed I looked uncomfortable and was clutching my stomach. She asked if I was okay and I had to admit I was very gassy. Her and the other woman Sam who is in her mid-20s were understanding but also found it a bit humorous. I held on for as long as I could but a huge fart escaped my clenched butt and made a huge 5 second trumpet sound. The two women covered their nose while giggling as I apologized and turned beet red. They said it was alright while still giggling. Sam sprayed something from her purse to help with the smell. We got out about ten minutes later and I hurried off to the bathroom. When I told Sofia what happened she felt sorry for me but also thought it was really funny.
5. Have you ever taken a huge dump while farting a lot in a public restroom that had no doors or stalls at all?
One time at a park bathroom that had no stalls but no one else was there.
6. Have you ever farted loud in a portable toilet where people could hear you?
Yes. I was at a summer camp taking a huge gassy loud dump. A group of older kids were standing outside laughing which made it really embarrassing.
7. Did you ever get bullied as a kid for farting?
Yes. One time a group of three bullies in high school opened my stall door while I was taking a big dump. They had been hiding in a closet and had taken all the toilet paper out of the stalls. They made fun of me while I blew up the toilet and when I was done I had nothing to wipe with so I pulled up my boxer briefs and jeans and tried to leave but they pushed me up against a wall and yanked my underwear up my butt giving me a wedgie. They pulled my elastic waistband up to my armpits and they shoved my head into the toilet three times and flushed. I'm really glad I flushed before after taking a dump. I got shoved out of the bathroom with my underwear still pulled up to my armpits and two attractive upper classman girls saw me and laughed which made it even more embarrassing.
I was kind of a scrawny kid so I got picked on a lot in school bathrooms. In Junior high a bully named Troy yanked my tighty whities up my butt a lot in the bathrooms. I'm just glad he never shoved my head in a toilet. He did wedgie me so hard though that my tighty whities would sometimes rip clean off which really hurt. In a related note he also held me down and fart in my face which was really gross because he would do it right before taking a huge dump.
I had last Sunday off from the library and Robyn texted me that afternoon to ask if I wanted to work on a paper we're writing together for a class. Within a few minutes I was on my bike and headed to her place. Robyn lives in a two-bedroom apartment like mine in a building that's only ten minutes away. She was already sitting at the kitchen table when I let myself in and said hi. "Here," she said, pointing at the pot sitting next to her on the table, "have some coffee."
I accepted the offer and poured myself a cup as we started chatting about the edits that I'd made and sent her prior to my arrival. Robyn showed me some new material she'd been working on that day and I read it with interest, but with the growing feeling that an entire bag of flour was sitting on my bladder. I told Robyn that I had to pee and asked her if she wanted to come with. The look on her face was unusual, somewhere between nervous and overtly uncomfortable but she said yes and we headed to her cute bathroom together.
"You can go first; I'm having... some problems," Robyn admitted. We'd seen each other pee several times before but this was starting to sound like the first time I'd get to see a number two from her. I was a little excited as I took my sweatpants and turquoise boyshorts down to my knees and sat down on Robyn's comfy commdode. I blew a loud fart and as my stream started gushing out she jokingly asked, "Don't you knock first, Victoria?" I stuck my tongue out at her in response and continued letting loose until things slowed to the last couple of dribbles. When I'd finished peeing I reeled off the last few pieces of toilet paper from the roll and wiped before taking the empty tube out of the paper holder and setting it on her sink and then partially turning around and grabbing a replacement from the handy basket of extra rolls sitting on the tank of Robyn's toilet. Having secured the new roll in the holder I stood up to get dressed again, gesturing towards the vacant seat and offering an "It's all yours!" to her as I finished pulling up my sweats to panty-level.
"Victoria, I'm going to tell you something because I know I can trust you. It's embarrassing but here goes: I haven't taken a dump in four days and I feel MISERABLE," Robyn said as we swapped places on the edge of her tub. "Do you... do you think you can help me? she asked as she started to get undressed, taking her black thong and magenta leggings down to her ankles as she sat down. "I'll do whatever you think will help," I replied after my heart skipped a beat. "You already started; the seat is nice and warm! Now, let me pee and then we'll see where things go." Almost as if on cue, Robyn's stream began splashing down into the bowl to join mine. She farted as it reached its end, a little squeaker that barely made it around the plug of poop inside Robyn's butt. I could tell how uncomfortable she was as she groaned during her first push.
"It's... so... hard... and dry... uggghh," Robyn said as she began the struggle with her number two. She caught her breath and continued,"My doctor warned me that this might be a problem when she changed my prescription but she didn't say it'd be this bad. Huunnhh," she punctuated with a push. I was worried about Robyn and slid a bit over on the edge of her tub to be a little closer. "Here, this has always helped me. Grab those cheeks and spread them so that the seat helps you stay a little more open. And here, hold my hand once you're seated more comfortably," I offered. I wanted this poop out of her almost as badly as she did! Robyn reached behind herself and, right cheek then left cheek, spread her behind on the seat before taking my hand. I gave her a pat on her back with the other one and continued encouraging. "Do a big one for me! Take as long as you need- I'm not leaving this bathroom until you're done pooping. Promise you."
"Hnnnnnnhhhh!!" was Robyn's response. She was pushing as best she could and a tear rolled down her cheek after the last heave. I reached over her thighs and rolled off some toilet paper. She was gently crying and in need of some time to let it out. Once it had passed I used the paper to clean the tears off her face. "Here, give my hand a big squeeze when you bear down. Puuuussh!" "Unnhh! Unghh! Uh!! [thud] *splashsplash* Victoria, I think I just lost five pounds." "Sweetie you are doing a great job," I encouraged. "Can you get any more out?" "Let me see unngggh! ka-plop ka-plop!!" Two more medium sized turds left Robyn's bum and her out of breath. "Done!" she said. I was so happy for her that I got up from the edge of the tub to give her a hug. "Can you hand me that?" Robyn asked, gesturing to the paper I used to clean her up when she cried. I turned it over and she used it to wipe her front. She got a second generous handful and reached behind to wipe her bum. "I feel so much better now!"
She got up and flushed without getting dressed or thinking about what she was doing! I was so distracted by what I was feeling that I didn't think to stop and warn her and the toilet clogged! Figuring that she was exhausted I reassured Robyn. "Hand me the plunger. Time for a professional." "Victoria, no it's my mess" "Give. Me. The toilet plunger. Please." Robyn relented and handed it over and I got to work shortly thereafter. I pumped it as hard as I could until the the bowl started to swallow the water while Robyn got dressed and washed her hands. The first flush didn't clear everything out but I knew we were winning. A few more thrusts and I tried again. Still not quite there. Finally, after a few more pumps of the plunger I got everything to go down the drain on the third flush. I put it back and turned around. Robyn wrapped her arms around me and gave my cheek a kiss. "T
Anna from Austria, I've used a restroom with a broken lock! Many times.. it's pretty embarrassing!
More recently at the end of last year it happened to me. A few times last year around that time actually. I was away from home for a little over a week. That meant having to use public restrooms a lot. Especially because we were in a warm place so that meant I drank lots of water! And ate a lot too so I had to poop a lot!
I got very unlucky with the circumstances because I ended up with an entire audience! I knew I had to take a dump and a pee so I hurried to the nearest ladies room. Of course this ladies room was very crowded....! It was a large restroom, one of the restrooms with 2 sides with a row of stalls on each side and a row of sinks on both sides too. It was like one of those big airport restrooms. I dashed for the nearest open stall, which was in the middle but closer to the beginning. This was of course an outward opening stall door....sigh....most of the stalls in general are inward opening doors but in this bathroom they opened outward. And they automatically were wide open, and they didn't automatically close and only stayed closed if you locked them. So either it'd be totally closed and locked, or it'd be totally open with the toilet visible to everyone so everyone could see which toilet was available. But I didn't realize it had a broken lock. At this point I was so desperate and really didn't care anyway, so I just did the best I could to lock it and I found a way to lock it! Not completely but just enough to keep the door closed. I pulled down my pants and sat down and hoped it would stay. As usual, I got my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and took my right foot out of it so I could open up my legs because I usually poop with my legs opened straddling the toilet kind of. So I spread my legs, sat back and let loose. That pee was the best pee of my life. I just looked down and watched it flow out of me, and it felt incredible! But next thing I know there's this random gust of wind from someone using the hand dryer....and I was unlucky enough that it managed to open my door! It opened all the way so I was now fully exposed to anyone out there, genitals and all. I was STILL weeing at this point! One lady stopped near my stall and just stared at me. To put it "nicely," she was seeing my pee come right from the source (my lady bits) and was staring with a disgusted face. I got a bit upset because if you're so grossed out why would you watch for more than a half second? I was so embarrassed. All I could do was say "hi, how are you?" to kind of break the awkwardness at which point she walked away. I laughed to myself.
Once my amazing wee ended, I began pushing for a poo. It began coming out real slowly, and I kept looking down between my legs to check its progress. And yes, plenty more people stared. Not just at me but down into the toilet to see me doing my business and the pee and poo actually coming out!!!. Some even watched! Pretty rude if you ask me. I was just desperate to use the toilet and was unfortunate enough not to have a proper working lock. With even more pushes it wouldn't budge.
I took a break from pushing for a minute, at which point another woman stopped near my stall and stared. I just pushed again and looked right at her and smiled at her, which made her walk away just as I intended. I did this for a lot of people. I don't know why so many people stared below so much...we're all ladies, in the ladies restroom, and I wasn't any different! I guess because my door was open.
Then when I was in the middle of pushing my next one out, it was very painful coming out because it was so big so I tightly gripped the toilet paper roll and scrunched up my face real tight and grunted loudly. A nice woman came by and asked "you alright hun?" and I said yeah just a bit constipated and she said "ohh I get that all the time, just gotta push and push until it's all out but gotta take your time. Do you want me to hold the door shut for you while you go?" And I said absolutely yes please so she stood there and held the door shut for me. A few minutes later I finished and got up and wiped myself and put my underwear and shorts back on and pulled them up, looked at my massive creation and flushed, and told the lady she could now open the door as I was all finished. I was still mortified because everyone saw my most private parts (and my business coming out of my private parts, too!!!!!) but was very thankful for that lady. I washed my hands and thanked her again then went back out hoping to not see the ladies that looked disgustedly at me! I do feel like a freak having to do my business out in the open like that and others having to see but I can't control when nature calls!
How old are you: 16 years old
How long does it take you to poop? If I'm at school usually 2-3 minutes but at home in my own bathroom I take about 5-10 minutes
What is your poop like usually? Most of the time I have 2-3 big logs around 8-11 inches and some smaller pieces
Do you fart when you poop? Yes a ton, usually before a turd starts to make its way out I have a tiny fart and I'll probably push out a few farts after a turd has gone out
Does your poop plop loudly in the toilet? Yeah with the smaller pieces with the bigger pieces it plunks in which is honestly the best sound ever. In general pooping has some really great sounds
Are you comfortable pooping in toilets other than your own? Usually yeah like I'll poop at a friends house or at a family member's house or just in public. I never really have a problem with it.
Name all the places you have pooped. School, doctor's office, aunts house, grandmothers house, IKEA, Port-a potty, and a ton more.
How bad do you stink up the bathroom when you poop? Surprisingly for me I rarely stink up the bathroom unless I've had like ???? or stuff like that.
I usually play games on my phone or FaceTime one of my friends cause they know I'm pooping lol. But I only FaceTime if I'm home alone.
What time of day do you poop? During the school year usually around 3:30-7:00 pm but during the summer it varies.
Do you courtesy flush? No I rarely ever do just because I want to see my poop all at the end.
Have you ever clogged a toilet? I do sometimes but not all the time which is surprising because for someone who poops as big as me I don't usually clog the toilet.
What sort of things make you poop? Spicy stuff anything with protein and fiber which I eat a lot of since I do sports.
How long does it take if your constipated? I'll be dead honest but I have never been constipated except for once when I was a baby according to my mom but i apparently haven't been constipated since.
How long does it take if you have diarrhea? About 10 minutes, I get diarrhea once or twice a year.
Have you ever felt like you were done but had to poop more? Yeah once in a while but it's pretty rare.
When you have finished pooping and left a terrible smell in the bathroom. What do you think the next person thinks? Like I said I never really leave a smell but if I do then I honestly want them to think, "Wow, Taylor just pooped"
How do you usually sit when you're on the toilet? I sit on the seat with my pants and underwear around my ankles, I feel the most comfortable in that position.
Would you rather be constipated or have diarrhea? Diarrhea cause at least something is coming out of me.
When did you find this site? About a year ago but I didn't start posting until more recently.
Wetting from hugsEver since the prostatectomy to remove the cancer I have found that I actually pee a little bit or come darn close almost every time I get a really good hug!
Now you might think that it's pressure on the bladder but many of these hugs are *not* pelvic thrust types of hugs! Actually like 90 + % are either hug at the shoulders ... or main contact at the belly.
I have lately found best hugs are actually centered on the solar plexus where you can feel the other person like waves of an ocean breathing their life force with yours! And there's just something about that total Bliss where I seem to lose focus just long enough for a spurt to either try to escape or succeed. Wondering how often this happens to others?
Also - since making this discovery that I belly-to-belly hug is so blissful I actually look for people to hug, if they're willing, who have a nice little Pooch sticking out! It feels so good!
Nothing like an almost minute or minutes long belly to belly hug to let someone know that they're glad you exist and they wish you to thrive! There are no words that can replace that kind of hug.
So I find in that Bliss that I just kind of lose focus and a little escapes. Anybody else have that happen?
Peeing and ConstipationRight now I am quite constipated and my urine flow is not as strong. Does anyone else notice this ?
Sunday, October 06, 2019
Doorless stall experienceHello all,
I'm Tim - used to visit the forum quite frequently but haven't for quite sometime. I recently had a bathroom experience I felt compelled to share. I was at a bar one evening after work and felt the need for a bowel movement. Upon entering the restroom, I found a fairly small room equipped with two urinals and two commodes. Surprisingly, there were only short dividers between the commodes, and no doors.
As I entered, there was one man standing at the urinal and another washing his hands. I'm not usually one to be ashamed of pooping in public; however, I must admit I was a bit uncomfortable. Nevertheless, I made my way over to one of the commodes, pulled my pants down and had a seat. I noticed that the guy at the sink glanced over as I pulled my pants down. He began fixing his hair in the mirror, though I suspect he may have just wanted to hang around a bit longer.
After peeing for about 30 seconds, I began to relax. It was time to take a dump, and I began to bare down and push. I farted quite loudly and couldn't help but sigh audibly in relief. Meanwhile, the man who was at the urinal flushed and exited without stopping to wash his hands. The other guy was still fixing his hair, though when I farted he did glance over again. I'm sure my face was red both from pushing as well as embarrassment.
After a few more farts, I began working on a turd. I am usually a big pooper, and I could tell this would be a large dump. As my poop began descending, the door opened. In walked two younger guys. I immediately realized I had chosen the wrong commode to sit on. With the door open, I was in full view of the hallway. Several women standing outside the ladies room clearly saw me sitting there with my pants and underwear at my ankles. A woman about my age (late 20s) smiled at me and waved, kind of mocking my vulnerability. I must have turned beet red.
As the door shut, I finished squeezing out my first turd and it splashed heavily into the bowl. My typical poop smell began to emerge. As I grunted a bit and started to drop another turd, one of the guys who entered went to the urinal. The other walked over to the commode next to me. As he passed by, he looked at me and smiled. He said, "Mind if I join you?"
"Be my guest," I muttered in a strained voice. Right as I said it, there was mother heavy splash from beneath me.
The smell was getting intense as I heard him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to have a seat. The other man at the urinal finished peeing and left. The original guy at the sink was still fixing his hair and clearly staying for the show.
After a quick fart from my neighbor, I heard crackling and a healthy plop. I grunted again and felt another large turd began to descend from my bottom. As I was pushing, the door opened wide again. Another wave from the brunette in the hall.
Embarrassed, I was committed to finishing up and getting out of there. I grunted loudly and pushed hard. Big splash from my neighbor. Ten seconds later I let out a sigh of relief as my own turd splashed into the commode.
Finally empty, I began unspooling toilet paper. As I leaned forward to wipe my butt, the door opened again. There I am wiping my butt, about the most vulnerable position one can be in, and the brunette waved a third time and mimed her hand in front of her face as if to say I was smelling up the place.
My bottom needed a lot of wiping (as usual), and it took me about six good wipes to get clean. Finally done, I stood up, dressed myself and flushed the commode, leaving several large skidmarks in the bowl. I walked to the sink and washed my hands at the sink now vacated by the lurker who dashed out once I stood up. I heard a couple more splashes from the other guy still dumping.
I dried my hands, gathered myself and walked out. There she was. The brunette in the hall chatting with her friends smiled as I walked by and returned to my table. And wouldn't you know it, 10 minutes later a shot arrived to my table. When I asked who it was from, the server pointed to the brunette who had since returned to her own group at a nearby table in the bar. I held up my glass and nodded to her. She smiled and winked at me.
So in the end, I had found relief. As the shot hit me, my embarrassment faded a bit and I went on to have a good night.
Not a typical pooping experience for me, but one I felt like sharing!
A little shynessI was in town this morning running a few errands and really needed to pee so I headed to some toilets at the shopping center. I hadn't pooped today either so I planned on killing two birds with one stone. When I got there out of the five stalls, one and five were occupied so I chose to go into number three right in the middle. I locked the door before pulling my jeans and knickers to my calves and making myself comfortable on the black seat. There was no sounds coming from either stall so I assumed they were both pooping. After a few seconds my backdoor domed and I was gently stretched by my soft poop easily coming out of me. It felt really nice. I broke the silence with a quiet splash as it fell into the water and a second piece joined it shortly after. I felt empty but remained seated because I still needed to pee.
I usually pee straight after I poop, or during but today was different. I didn't feel shy or embarrassed but I couldn't get my stream to start. After about a minute of sitting and still total silence from the other two ladies, I decided to wipe my behind and see if that had any effect. I reeled off some toilet paper and used three pieces to wipe my behind, and then tried to relax and pee. It was the strangest feeling, I felt really desperate to pee and I was even jiggling my legs a little like I was trying to hold it!
I sat up straight and forced myself to sit still. If I really was holding my pee I wouldn't be able to when sitting like that. A little later I sighed with relief as I started a strong stream, a patter being heard as it hit the toilet paper below. I cannot describe how good it felt to finally empty my bladder. I went for quite a while and wiped my front before getting dressed, flushing and washing my hands. I still hadn't heard anything from the other two by the time I had left so I'm not sure what they were up to.
Meme from RobynHey!
Robyn sent me a meme today that sums up our friendship pretty well. It was a pie chart called "Time Spent Sitting on the Toilet" and was broken up into four different pieces. One, the smallest, was "Actually pooping." The second sliver, about double the size of the first was "Hiding." The next one, about a third of the pie, was "Instagram." The largest piece, about 3/5 of the pie was "Staring at the patterns in the tile on your bathroom floor."
She knows me too well!
ne else had this sort of shyness? I've been peeing fine for the rest of the day so I don't know where it came from.
ConstipatedHi everyone. I have a constipation poop story to share for today. I only get constipated every once and a while. One time I got constipated from eating pizza just like in the song by Weird Al Yankovic. Here it goes.
It was May of 2005. I was 16 years old and my 17th birthday was just a couple of days away. And I was a Junior in High School. Anyways, everyday at school during lunch I would always have a slice of pizza, a side dish of vegetables, fruit and a chocolate milk. I didn't know I was constipated until Saturday afternoon. I haven't pooped since that Thursday and on Friday I didn't poop at all. I thought nothing of it. So on Saturday I had nothing to do. My friends John and Simba were busy. I had lunch at Bonnie Doon's. I had a burger, with fries and ketchup, a coke and a strawberry malt. After that I went to Amber's house to see what she was up to. Corey, one of my other friends was there and her boyfriend Steven was there. We hung out for 3 hours. We watched anime, smoked cigarettes, and jammed to some Rock music. Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Amber had to go to work, so I left and went to the library. When I was there I looked at some of the graphic novels and around 4 o'clock I felt like I had to poop. So I went to the Men's Room and took the first stall. I undid my belt and pulled my black jeans, and boxers down to my ankles and sat on the toilet. I thought that it was gonna come out on its own but I was wrong. My stomach started cramping on the right side of my belly. I pushed and pushed and pushed and then I farted. I pushed again and then a little pebble came out of my butt. It was the size of a pea. 'Have to push harder' I thought to myself. So I did. I clenched my fists and I went "HUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I had to catch my breath. I pushed again. "MMMMMMMMM!!! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Somebody walked in and I stopped. This dude took the stall right next to me and he did his business. He pooped. And then he left. I pushed again and again and again and there was no luck. I dropped like 3 or 4 pebbles into the toilet and they were the size of a pea. A few more people came in and out of the bathroom. The whole time they were in there I stopped and stayed quiet and when they left I pushed again, again, again, and again until I gave up and then I left the stall. When I came out of the bathroom I looked at the time and noticed that I was in there for an hour. My stomach was still cramping on my way back home. When I got home I went upstairs to my room and took off my black army boots, and started to play "Pink Floyd: The Wall" on my boom box. Then I laid on my bed with my arm around my stomach. I dozed off and went to sleep after "Another Brick in the Wall Part 2" finished playing. Later that night after I got done watching "Wayne's World 2" I decided to go back to the bathroom to try again. My sisters Beth and Sam were at their friend's house so I didn't have to worry about them rushing me. So I sat on the toilet and pushed and strained and squeezed my brains out for an hour and my stomach was still cramping. I still couldn't poop. The next morning I woke up around 8 am. I went back to the bathroom and sat on the toilet again and pushed and strained for an hour and nothing. I gave up and had breakfast and then I went to Amber's house. I asked her if she had any laxatives and told her that I was constipated. She asks her mom. "Mom, do you have any laxatives. Somebody is constipated and its not me." Her mom said no. "Sorry, but if I did I would give you some" Amber said. Later that day, I told my dad that I haven't pooped since Thursday and he said "You might be constipated." And he said this when my step mom Kim and sisters Beth and Sam were in the room. Luckily they paid no mind. He said he would get me something to help me go. Later that evening I went to John's house to hang out. I told him about my little problem. He said "Maybe you need an enema." And I said "I don't think its that bad." That night my dad came home from the store and got me stool softners. I took 2. The next morning after I went to school my stomach was cramping like mad and I felt the urge. I used the bathrooms over by the Foreign Language Dept. I pooped my brains out in the stall for 20 minutes and it was soft and creamy. I was 5 minutes late for my first class. After lunch my stomach was cramping again and I told the Job Coach that I wasn't gonna be able to work in the Cafeteria for today and told her I wasn't feeling well so I stayed in the Resource room. I slid my shoes off in the classroom, had my head down on the desk, and one arm around my stomach. Then I felt the urge to go again. I asked the teachers if I could be excused. They let me go. I ran to the same bathroom I used earlier and pooped my brains out again for 20 minutes. When I wiped I saw some blood on the toilet paper. The next day it was my birthday and I turned 17. When I went to the elementary school to help Mrs. Britt (The Librarian) all the kids in the school wished me a Happy Birthday and I thanked them. I went to the library to start working. I was checking in books and I felt the urge again. I ran to the Teacher's Men's Room in my socks and I left my shoes in Mrs. Britt's office. I pooped my brains out in the stall for 15 minutes. When Mrs. Britt took me out to celebrate my birthday we went to Pizza Hut. I couldn't tell her that I couldn't eat pizza bcz I didn't want to hurt her feelings and telling her would be rather embarrassing. When I got home I took another stool softner just in case. I pooped only once on Wednesday and it was the same soft and creamy poop and I saw some blood on the toilet paper when I wiped. Thursday I didn't feel the urge to poop again until I came home from school. It was a normal poop this time. It was relaxing and I did my homework while I sat there. My friend John came over and kicked the bathroom door open on me. "Sorry, I was just making sure you didn't fall in" he said. "You're an ass" I said. LOL! My sisters Beth and Sam saw me on the toilet. "Close the door" I said. They closed the door. When I was done I felt better. And that pooping session lasted for a half an hour. And that's my story, I'll post again later. Until then, Happy Pooping.
To answer Aaron's question1). Have you ever spat on toilet paper before wiping?
2). Do you stand or sit when you wipe?
Most of the time I get up to wipe.
3). RUB between your legs or RUB your side?
I just wipe my back.
4). Do you ever smell paper after wiping?
5). Do you wipe thoroughly or just wipe quickly to get the worst?
I wipe two or three times. I prefer to wash myself at the end of the day.
6). Do you roll up the paper or screw it up to wipe it?
I'm not screwing up paper.
Tuesday, October 01, 2019
Rose's QuestionTo answer Rose's question: I never peed on a bug/insect, but I've flushed roaches before. Here's something interesting bathroom wise I've discovered about myself. I've noticed that after making sure I don't need to use the bathroom before coming back home from ????, I sometimes have to pee bad. I guess it's because your body is so used to home, that it feels more ready to pee there. Once after stinking up the bathroom at the , my friend Tiffany commented on the smell, and the other time she was spraying air freshener. I did a tiny poop yesterday, but did a medium sized one today after double checking that my newest electronic kitty works. Luckily, I found her breathing mechanism to be in working order, thus I had a comfortable stress-free poop afterwords. It's great when you're day ends on a high note poop wise, and when things go better than expected! Bye, happy pooping to all.