Sherryl
First snow poop
Hey everyone
Sorry for the long absence. A lot has been going on for a while and now I'm back. So a couple weeks ago we hadr our first snow of the year. Well, I couldn't very well pass that up. So after work I went in to the woods on the drive home, as I had to take a massive shit. Well, it only took a few seconds after I pulled my pants n panties down n squatted for it to come rushing out of me. I left a huge brown pile n stain on the freshly fallen snow. I got my baby wipes out of my purse n wiped a lot as it was a wet n messy poo. Got up n walked back to my car and drove home.
Glad to be backCharles
Clogging Toilets
LC - I am also a big pooper and have clogged many toilets in my life. Its nice to know that there are people like me out there who if they want to can usually clog whatever toilet i use. I am proud of this ability its great to be able to relate girls on this since society doesn't seem to want to admit they poop let alone take huge toilet clogging dumps. I would love to hear your stories from the girls you knew in high school and you are lucky to have had the ability to talk to them about it since it seems like most find this topic gross.
Rose
Tea
So this story happened last night. My girlfriend's mother boiled a lot of hot water, and I wanted some for tea. So I poured it into my mug and she tossed some loose tea leaves in for me. After a few minutes, I tried to drink it but leaves kept getting in my mouth, so I looked everywhere for a strainer. Jackpot! I finally found one in a teapot. Eyes on the prize, I took it out, happy to finally have found a strainer. This is where I apparently completely forgot how they work. Without thinking, I held it over the sink and poured my entire mug of tea into it. My girlfriend was watching. Her mother was watching. We stared at what I did for a bit, I think in disbelief, then broke into an insane cacophony of laughter and tears.
In between us laughing and making fun of me, her mother shrieked, "I PEED MY PANTS!" We all thought she was joking but... a nice puddle was forming in the hallway. Even worse, my girlfriend was nearby and got it on her socks So yeah, just when our laughter couldn't get louder, we were practically roaring at when that happend.
LC
Replies and Steak House Clog
Optional Dev, thanks for the kind remarks.
Catherine and others, here is another story.
I work at a large, national corporation. Each divisional in the country has an annual review where the highest ranking executives along with a battery of regional officers fly out for a two-day dog and pony. This means a lot of extra work and preparation for the folks in the divisional office. As a member of a divisional office, this often means arriving early in the morning and working a bit later in the days leading up to the review. This effort doesn't go unappreciated. The execs are generous and often treat the folks in the divisional offices to a lavish dinner with drinks at the end of the second day, especially if the division had a good year.
This change in schedule can often provide challenges to one's routines. The first day of prep went fine. I bombed the work bathroom mid morning with a two flusher, but nothing too out of the norm. I went at home on the second and third day. I managed to go on the final day of prep leading into the conferences in the afternoon that day but not a full amount. The second day of conferences started early and I missed any chance to go. The day went as expected, we managed to have a good year, so everyone was excited to dinner.
The restaurant was a high end, bougie surf and turf placed that opened on the waterfront a year earlier. I'd been before and the food was actually quite good despite some of the pretentious undertones. My coworkers know my appetite and playfully challenged me to eat the porterhouse for two, a 36oz, bone-in offering. I thought twice about ordering it because I ended up seated across from the president of the company and didn't want to seem egregious with my expenditures. He's an older, affable gentleman from Texas with a lot of subdued style and charm, in the customary southern way. He's always kind and generous with his wisdom. He asked if I thought I could finish it, I told him, "Yessir, with apps and sides." He laughed and nodded with approval.
I decided to show off a bit. I powered a salad, an ahi tuna app, bread, the steak, a side of potatoes, a shared side of mushrooms, and about half of a halibut entrée from my co-workers next to me. Needless to say, people were in total disbelief. Honestly, it was a great meal, and feel fortunate that I got a chance to indulge in such a way. It was a completely Roman experience.
Now, such actions aren't without consequences. This meal put my body at its limit and needed more space, given that I missed bathroom at least in part over the last day and a half. Dinner carried on for another 30 minutes as folks shared desserts and sipped coffees or fine liquor. I didn't partake and soon became encumbered with a need for a huge release. I felt wholly uncomfortable by the time we posed together for a company photo. I immediately slipped away to the bathroom after the photo, though, I had prearranged to share an Uber with some co-workers.
I opened the bathroom door and became overwhelmed with an unyielding urge to go. I clenched my whole body to resist. I felt like I would lose it if any muscle relaxed. I panned the bathroom. It had three sinks to the immediate left, hand dryers across from the door, next to that a return wall hid two urinals and a stall on the far end back corner. There appeared to be a cleaner's closet across the aisle from the first stall. Then a second stall was to my immediate right, left of the closet, and across from the urinals. I wanted the first stall in the corner but could tell it was in use. I begrudgingly opted for the stall adjacent to the bathroom door. The bathroom was also crowded with men going in and out, washing up, and at the urinals.
I opened the stall door and immediately recognized the toilet. We had a similar model at work, which sometimes could not handle larger amounts from me and others. It was a Toto, white and tall, with a high seat height and elongated bowl shape. It also used water efficient technology, which meant a low default water level, narrow trap opening, and a higher suction flush.
My body made an involuntary expulsion as soon as I sat and relented my full scale clenching efforts. A thick, soft rope roared out with a constant crackle and gas that hissed. This was wide but I felt it as though it expanded even more as it left my body. I heard it stretch into semi-connected segments as it reached the bowl. A pocket of gas interrupted the rope. This continued for a second or two. My body continued and soon another column interrupted the fart. It felt the same as the first. It too crackled loudly and stretched apart every 3 - 6 inches. The segments no longer made the quiet plips of water entry, but a rolling noise of it piling up on itself. Things finally relented after 15 seconds or so.
The smell was enormous. This was definitely a 9+ out of 10. I could smell specific odors within my aroma: heavy, copper, coffee. I began to feel self conscious, only because I didn't want my coworkers and executive team to know it was me defiling the bathroom in such a way. Men continued to come and go. I imagined that the swinging door carried wafts of my signature cologne out into the corridor as its hinges whined open and close. I decided a courtesy flush was in order. I peaked between my legs and saw that the first push was five soft, ovoid segments. This was a round peg square hole scenario that caused it to pile up at the trap, fill much of the water with the final piece flopped off to a side above the water line. The second series of segments stacked up in a similar way, but layered on top of the first. The final pieces piled up to the opposite side, above the water, too. I could already see streaks on the white porcelain. The color was an even brown. I know the dimensions of this toilet, from the trap to the water line is 15" and I'd covered that twice and a little by the looks of it.
I pulled the flusher and luckily the poop was soft enough that a majority got sucked down despite some oversized dimensions. Suddenly, the suction cut out. This left four full segments and parts of others rocking in brown water. I figured it must have clogged, just my luck. Skid marks adorned all sides and poop built up around the hole where the flushed forced the oversized dimensions through. I don't think it helped reduce the smell and I still had a heavy feeling in my bowels.
At this moment, I also realized just how badly I had to pee. I aimed myself downward and let go a strong stream that persisted for 20 seconds. My scent seemed to continuously billow out from underneath me. Just then, the door swung open again as a man left and I heard a passing woman say "-ohh-hhohaha" as she chuckled. It sounded like one my coworkers but I am pretty sure it wasn't her. She would be the type to laugh, though.
I had to sit for a few more minutes as my body wasn't as eager to finish as it was to start. By now, I had stopped caring as much. I'm sure no one cared either way. Most of the men had left the restroom by this point, either by coincidence or surrender. Things commenced again with a muffled puff of gas followed by a crackle. This column wasn't as thick as the first ones, though, it was just as soft. I heard it breaking apart as it continued to grow and plip into the water. This carried on for longer than I expected. Things came to an end with a couple more puffs and a few small pieces.
I turned to wipe and saw that the final round piled up on the unflushed amounts with the latter third beached up the front of the bowl beneath me. This round was just as malodorous as the first. It took five or six wipes to clean up and I tried to throw the paper to cover the mess, as I thought I'd have to leave this heaping pile as is. I didn't want to offend anyone anymore than my assault on their olfaction. I pressed the flusher again, just to make sure I was out of luck. The toilet lurched and choked, what was left of the water area began to sway from some internal force. Then, the trap burst free with a popping whoosh. It sucked some of the contents away but soon cut out again as wads of folded paper met a solidified heap of segments at the trap. The toilet refilled. I pressed the lever again and the toilet made a bassy sound that indicated it was truly out of order.
There was a brush but no plunger. I tried to clean the sides and push things more towards the hole. It wasn't much of a consolation. It was still a brown, heaping mess. I left the stall and noticed the once busy bathroom was completely empty and reeked badly. The whole ordeal had taken about 10 minutes. I washed up and headed back outside. I found my two female colleagues waiting with an Uber. Both grinned as I climbed into the back seat. I wondered what they knew.
LCI've been keeping up on reading here once in a while.
Catherine,
Sorry to hear your family got sick! That's never fun! I'm glad you enjoyed Your powerful poops. I actually love a good, noisy, powerful case of diarrhea! The only time I don't like it is when it's a small stream of liquid that just sets your anus on fire. Not fun!
There is just something really pleasurable about a powerful blast! Lots of gas, chunky, gloppy poop that sprays the toilet bowl, and then the booming toilet bowl farts! It's my time to let loose and have a blast and it feels so good!
Victoria B.
I loved your mirror dump! Gotta love toilet selfies when you have someone special to share them with! I have used a few toilets with mirrors in front of, or beside the toilet. Once I was in a very fancy bathroom with a whole mirror wall beside the toilet! It's a fantastic and sexy view! It feels good to see myself on the toilet. Sometimes I have hoovered a bit so I could see my poop hanging out. I might have to see about getting a mirror by my toilet!
By the way I agree, echoy toilet bowl farts are the best!
Well, gotta leave for now. Happy pooping!Bianca
Details
Hi everyone! It seems I got some details mixed up on my other story. My first poop felt effortless, and my second had the gas sensation. I had a chunky poop this morning before breakfast, and a smaller more solid one later. To Marie: You were very creative in turning an abandoned play house into a potty! To who posted about the multiple toilet clogs, doing it twice in one day is quite a lot of poop. Bye!Taylor
The time I crapped my pants.
Hi guys I hope you are well. I spent some time with my family yesterday and I was reminded of a story from my childhood. When I was seven years old my sister,my mother and I was locked out of the house and we needed to wait an hour or so for my dad to get home and let us in.
I really needed to pee and no neighbours were home so I couldn't use their bathroom. After a while I couldn't hold it any longer and completely wet myself. My family was sympathetic at least. I needed to poop as well so I said I still needed to go. My mother said something like "You've started in your clothes Taylor you might as well finish" She thought I still needed to pee.
I will never forget the look of horror on her face as I stopped holding my poop and a bulge developed in the back of my tracksuit bottoms. She couldn't get upset with me because technically she did tell me to do it. I had followed her instructions to the letter. When my dad got home I cleaned up and it was never mentioned again... Except for family reunions like this!
Curious Bathroom-Goer
Weird bathroom I saw
Yesterday I was out to eat and I saw this really weird bathroom. It was a tiny bathroom. When you walk in, you see a sink straight ahead. You walk toward the sink, and to your right there's a single urinal. And it was weird because if someone was using it, you'd have to ask them to move for you to get by. In my case, some guy was using it so it was awkward. I just waited. Once he was done I went to it and on the right there was another urinal. About a foot away there's a tiny space covered by just a shower curtain containing a toilet. I had to poop so I used the toilet and just held the shower curtain closed the whole time since there was no lock. The shower curtain was barely a foot away from the toilet, so my knees were touching the curtain while I was sitting there. Luckily no one else was there, because I needed more space so I had to open the curtain to stand up and pull my pants up. I flushed and washed my hands and went back out. It was the weirdest bathroom I've ever used. At least the weirdest bathroom recently. What's the most bizarre bathroom you've used/seen?
Bowl Snaker
Anybody ever have these? You know, the longbois which coil around the bowl a seemingly endless length? Have you ever noticed when you have one of these it's always a poo that just bursts forth and is over in a flash. There's no waiting period at all. Instant gratification.Skeeter
Clogged.
It finally happened!
I clogged the toilet with my poop.
After having bile acid malabsorption for years which mainly causes diarrhea, I actually had a massive normal poo.
It's the first time in 50 years I've ever blocked the toilet.
I'm actually quite proud and didn't mind having to unblock it because there is usually no such thing as a normal poo for me.
Friday, November 08, 2019
Bianca
Poop Moments
Hi folks. I just now thought of something regards to my childhood that's worth mentioning. From what I remember, there were times I wasn't allowed from school staff to have milk products, because they thought it was the cause of my accidents. I thought this had occurred at the school for the blind in Austin when I went for part of my elementary school years. I even think I had an accident one day while wearing a velour dress, and either sitting in the nurse's office or the principal's. It's too bad to have poop memories that have become fuzzy over the years! Anyway, I felt gas shifting from below while waiting for the HOP bus, and knew a messy poo was coming on. As you all know, sometimes with an urgent poop, your intestines start rumbling. I felt a bit of that today too, but I also felt a drop sensation from my rectum area as if an air bubble burst inside. I also had a needy poop earlier this morning after breakfast before putting on my shoes. As is the case with the second poop, it was messy, but was nearly effortless. You know, as you sit on the toilet, you involuntarily start pushing it out. However, unlike the second poop, I didn't feel gas. Bye everyone.
Catherine
Victoria B: I am so happy for you and what appears to be a bright future! I'm glad that you are having some really healthy, enjoyable bowel movements!
Love,
Catherine!Mila (prounounced Mee-la)
New here and question for Catherine
Hi all, my name is Mila and I am 14. I just found this forum. I am 5'5" and pretty skinny but I make very very huge poops. I wanted to ask Catherine a couple questions. Since you have two girls, I was wondering if they ever have big poos too? I go poo about once every two days but when I go they're giant. My bum hurts every time and I bleed. They are thick and rope like and pretty stinky. Sometimes it's longer before I can go too. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom but not too long because I'm scared what my mom will say. I feel like I need help pushing sometimes but I'm too embarrassed to ask my mom for help. Do you ever have to help your girls have a poo? I'm worried I'll clog the toilet and that my mom will gross out.
Also, Catherine do you have any stories about helping your girls poo? I think it might help me feel less embarrassed.
Thanks! And nice to meet you guys.Marie
Play House in the Woods
So way back when I was tweenaged girl about 12 years old. I was playing in the woods by myself and I came across a Play House (probably someone's airsoft fort or little girls hideout). Well I as some who was well versed in pottying in special places and for those of you who read my story about the toy box you know. So I quickly remembered where the play House was in the woods so I could make it into my personal out house. So some background on what this play House was, it was one of those standard FischerPrice play Houses that a lot people had as a child. The next day when I felt a good load in my booty and pressure in my bladder, I grabbed my roll of tp and went on a hike to my new potty spot. When I got to the play house, I opened the little red door and saw that the play kitchen in there would make an excellent toilet. So I pulled my pants and panties down and sat on the sink. First I let out my pee which made a funny sound against the plastic sink. Then for the main event, I farted out a nugget and then began pushing out the first of my two logs. Which made a lovely little pile under me. I finished up and gave myself a wipe and giggled about what I had just done.
I used that play house a few more times, until I came by one day and found it smashed to pieces. I never did find out who it belonged to.
Replies.
Haylee:
I love your stories and I was excited that you replied to me. My question for you is, have you ever pooped somewhere special I know you mention peeing in special places but have you ever pooped somewhere special? I do hope you get a car too pee in soon.Kathleen
To JW: No, I rarely have to strain or push hard to go. My poops almost always are firm but still easy to pass. When I'm on my period, I do thicker and harder ones, but even then it's not really a struggle. And I can't say as though I recall my girls struggling particularly to poop either. There was one notable exception when Lynne was 8 years old she was badly constipated. She had come to me complaining of that her stomach really hurt and after ruling out a few usual suspects I asked how long it had been since she pooped and she told me it had been four days. I called our doctor who told me to get an over-the-counter laxative and if that didn't work bring her in. Luckily it did the trick for her.
Hello all. I have three stories today all involving clogged toilets. The first happened yesterday. Sunday was Julie's 12th birthday and we had all pigged out on cake. Then on Monday morning, I woke up with a big urge to poop. I went to the bathroom and found Lynne on the toilet and Julie in the shower. Luckily for me, Lynne was nearly finished and needed just a few minutes more, because I was very desperate to go, both ways. When she finished she didn't flush because Julie was still in the shower. I saw a huge amount of poop in the toilet and must have made some sort of unconscious remark about it, because Lynne told me Julie had gone before showering so that was both their poops together. I sat down and added several more turds that splatted loudly onto the mess below. By that point, Julie had finished in the shower so I set to unclogging the toilet. It took a lot of effort and three flushes to clear the blockage, then I needed to use the brush and flush one last time to get rid of all the skidmarks.
My next story involves Julie. A while back, she stayed the night at a friend's house. When I went to pick her up, she was in the bathroom. After about 15 minutes she came out and we headed on our way home. Later in the car she told me she was sorry for the delay but she didn't poop the day before so she took a huge poop and then had to unclog the toilet, which took a while.
My final story takes place years ago when I was a teenager. I think I was 16, or maybe 17. I had gone to a friend's house after school and we were studying. I'd had to poop for a while but I was trying to hold it. I was embarrassed to go at my friend's house because I knew I'd clog the toilet. I tried to hold it so I could at least go at home and clog *my own* toilet, but no such luck. About an hour and a half had gone by since I first got the urge and I couldn't hold it anymore.
I excused myself to the bathroom and sure enough I ended up clogging the toilet with two huge chocolate snakes. To make matters worse, there wasn't a plunger in the bathroom. I just closed the lid and went back to my friend and sheepishly asked where she kept her plunger. She told me she thought there was one in the basement bathroom. I went down and found there was, then I went back up to deal with my productions. I got everything down okay, but there was a new problem - I had to poop more! I yanked my pants down and sat on the toilet again and pooped out another bowl full. I remember it was several long ropes of poop all coiled up in the bowl, and I'd clogged the toilet again. So I worked the plunger for the second time and again got the toilet in working order once more.
Mina[ppe]
automatic flush
I too don't like. I usually flush twice when I do motions because my motions very big and I worry about clog, but once in outlet I did motions, and automatic flush was activate six times. Twice is enough! Six times is not need! We have lot of water in Japan because many typhoon, but I don't want to waste.
Kazuko sometimes flushes three times when her motion is giant, but first and second time she use small size eco flush, we have in beige loo and plan to put in green loo.
And I think many Japanese use paper too much. Most loo have washlet so we don't need lots paper. I and my friends always fold, never crumple, because if we fold, we can wipe dry with less paper.
I have stories, but very busy now and not much of energy, but I hope I tell you soon.
Love to everyone.
Mina[ppe]Imogen
Replies to Abbie and Taylor
Abbie, great to hear from you again. I hope you got over your accident without too much embarrassment, and glad you got on the loo in time when Lydia was there. You must get on well with your friends to share a bathroom!
Taylor, I like to take my time, because if I don't i usually find I'm pretty desperate to finish off a short while later! The only time I'll rush really is really manky public toilets.Toshiko
rushed
hello, I have story of friend, also sorry if my English is bad, not very good at it. my friend had to go, only place to go was public restroom. but stalls had broke door lock and not stay close so I look out for her, she hurry and lift her dress and lower panties and squat down as I turn my back to her to give privacy, after while she gasp and I look back at her to see lot big poop coming out her but see she not in toilet I tell her but too late she done 2 long poops and 3 big thick poops she move up does last in toilet then clean with paper and move poops that miss with more paper, she was very embarrassed.Sheelee
Darcee's treatment in school bathrooms
My Darcee, who is 10 and started middle school in an accelerated program four months ago, continues to have problems in the bathrooms at her school. I last wrote about these on Page 2787. I thought I had made a dent in her apprehensions about using the toilets at school, but what do I know!
Our family's down to one car and she now has a 5 mile ride by bus to and from school. She has to be at the stop by 6:10 each morning or we have a bigger problem on our hands. Therefore she now is taking her daily BM at about 7:30 when the bus arrives at her school. There are 8 toilets in the bathroom she's forced to use. There's always 2 or 3 others she says waiting for each of the toilets and she says each morning one or two teachers with classrooms close by come in to use the facilities. They wait in line, talk to their students, and then take their seat and relieve themselves.
One day last week Darcee waited about 10 minutes for a toilet. When it opened she dropped her book bag on the side of the cubicle and quickly seated herself for her BM. I've bought her extra dresses to give her more privacy on the toilet because none of the toilets have a privacy door. None! I asked one of Darcee's teachers about that at conferences last week and was told that there has been vandalism, smoking/vaping, students messing around on the toilet, and at least one case of a boy and girl caught in a cubicle together. So the privacy doors were taken off over the summer. I'm pretty reluctant to accept that, but.....
On that morning last week Darcee was seated and had her school-issued lap top out as he was reviewing her 20 spelling words for later in language arts class. The principal walked by and told her to put the technology away so she could concentrate on getting done and getting out to the commons area where the lap tops were allowed. She heard the girl next to her having her phone taken away for the same reason. Then later in the day a school-wide announcement was aired about having such items out in the bathrooms. Darcee heard that a boy also got into trouble for having his lap top out while he stood and peed. I say there's enough bad stuff being done to keep the administration busy rather than hassling students using the bathrooms.
I told my mom about the rule, how lame it is and why it should be challenged. Back in her day, late 60s, early 70s, I asked her if students read or did homework for their papers while on the toilet. She said he didn't remember a time when she had to have a BM at school, although she admits that she held it until she got back home.
I just don't think that's realistic today. I just don't want to see Darcee sit idle when she could and wants to do something more productive on her lap while waiting for nature to do its thing.
Optional Dev
Replies, a thought, and a question.
LC - thank you for the aunt story, that was very fun. That sounds like a huge poop. there are always people i am curious to see the poop of, so i am glad you got to have that experience and know who it was.
Also thank you LC for your smell survey. i made it, and i am glad you took it. those were some very interesting responces.
Taylor- i wish i could be that relaxed, that was one of the more simple and enjoyable stories i have read here in a while.
Ohio Toilet stool fan - i agree, it is fun. i just need to eat healthy so i can do it too lol. i agree with you in agreeing about arianna and catherines messages. i also agreed with what Brittany B would often say when she still posted here.Tim
Relief in Tokyo (m20)
Hello all, I'm glad to be posting again
For those who don't remember, I have some posts from a few months back, relating to constipation.
This semester is no exception, even when I'm studying abroad in Tokyo, Japan. Its been lovely so far, especially the food, but my issues still come up (and don't come out.)
I remember a particularly difficult session about a month ago. I hadn't gone in about 5 days and was determined to squeeze something out. I spent at least 30 minutes trying realllly hard. I was about to give up until I remembered that my toilet had a bidet attachment. For those of you who don't know, a bidet is a toilet attachment that shoots water at your hole to clean you. All of the sudden I had a crazy idea. I turned it on, and spread my cheeks. The water squirted directly into me, acting a bit like an enema. I felt the hard mass in me loosen up a bit and I stopped the water so I could start pushing. I didn't hold back and pushed as hard as I can and could feel it working. It was still a struggle, but I managed to strain out a good amount of poop, and felt much less bloated. I used to bidet for its actual purpose, wiped, then left, feeling triumphant.
Anyone else have any similar experiences or other constipated tales? I'd be happy to read them and support, as yours support me. Special shoutout to Ronnette, Lavah, and Abbie.
Good luck pooping!
TimBianca
Inconvenience
To JW: I'm glad you didn't have a bad accident while naked in bed. What quick thinking of your roomate to get that container for you just in time. Do you want to know something interesting? Once while at a bowling alley in Austin, I used a toilet that made a whirring sound during the flush cycle. This strange occurrence reminded me how my white noise machine emits a soft 2 second whir while running the cricket sound effect. I love how ordinary objects (such as the toilet) can be mysterious sometimes, too. Bye!
Steve A
Biggest Toilet Clog That I've Ever Seen (At College)
In the men's room, one of the toilets on the other side of our dorm was badly clogged. So, I went to see what happened after one of my friends told me that it smelled bad in their.
It looked like a big horse poop pile, yet I can't explain how it happened.
Even though the janitors fixed it the next day, someone told me that something similar happened a month ago. So, who knows if it'll happen again...
A Chinese Boy
First post
Hi, I just found this site one week ago and it's my first time posting here. I'm 14 years old, 175cm tall and weigh 100 pounds. Although I 'm from China, but my ancestors were actually the nomadic people from Siberia, so I actually look like European instead of Chinese, I have brown eyes, white skin and higher bridge of nose. Many of my classmates said that I have great looking, it's weird thoughts in China that people all thinks the European look better than Asian. I'm very thin, so I'm not a big pooper.
This just happened last week, our school held a basketball match, I led our grade basketball team to the final. This race were huge and our enemy were also a strong team. I felt very nervous. During the race, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling, the urge to poop. Because of the uncomfortable feeling, I didn't play very well, so I decided to poop during halftime.
Ten minutes seems like thousands of years, finally, it is halftime now. I quickly ran out of the court, and I went to a bathroom nearby, it's actually a really small bathroom and there's nobody in here. So I can relax myself here. I have poop shy.
In China, almost every toilet were squat style, the advantage is that there will be no embarrassing splashing sounds when you poop, and it's also more comfortable when squatting. But your leg will easily get tired if you squat for a long time.
I quickly get in to the first stall and squat down, after peeing out my stream, I let out several airy fart and began pushing, the turd was hard, I just keep pushing it, after 3 minutes, it slide out and fell into toilet, the second turd just slide out quickly after the first one with a fart, but the third doesn't came out, it's very unusual for me, because when I poop, after the first hardest one gets out, the rest of the load just slide out. So I grunted and push hard, what I did was just letting out some farts, but I can feel the turd was there, so I keep pushing, after 5 minutes, the turd almost get out, it was a massive turd, but I've stinking up the bathroom.
Just then, another teammate in my team went in and get into the stall next to my stall. As he squat down, my third turd finally drop and I felt empty. Before I wiped, I accidentally let out a big loud fart, and my neighbor hear it for sure. And he asked:"Is that you? Captain?" I signed and said:"Yes. How do you know it was me." He push out the first turd and said:" We've looking for you for a long time, the second half will start in three minutes."
He tried to poop more faster because there's no time, after he push out the fourth turd, he flushed and met me at the sink, I suddenly blushed, he just laughed and told me it's alright, we ran back to the court and we're just in time.
In the second half, I played very well, and finally, we won the race.
That's all for today, and I will have the second post real soon.
Wednesday, November 06, 2019
Constiguy
Clogging Toilet
I continually read about clogging toilets . Where I come from I never see a toilet clogged from shit. .... only too much toilet paper. .
Bianca
Current Poops
Hi everyone! Yesterday I had thick sludge after being solid for awhile. Today, it was on the chunky side. My chunky poop seemed so quiet that Mom didn't notice from outside the bathroom. All I know was, those beans in my breakfast tacos sure threw a punch in the number 2 department. While at a dollar store today, I bought a banana squishy that made me think of the S shape of normal poop. I'm sure mine becomes that normal S shape from time to time, but since I can't see it, I'm only guessing. To Cathrine: sorry to hear about the diarrhea, and puking! I hope all is well now.Becc
The Park
Hey all! It's been forever, seriously. However, I had a great experience this morning and it made me think of this site and all the stories I used to post here!!
So....I was out taking a nice walk today in the park near my home. After a time I felt a gradual stirring in my bowels, and was excited at the prospect of using the public restroom at the park. I continued down the path and saw the bathrooms up ahead. Much to my delight I saw a 30ish woman and her daughter approaching the building so I knew I'd have company! The bathroom, which I have used many times, is fairly primitive. There are four "toilets", basically outhouse style. No doors, just a small divider between each.
As I approached the door the woman and her daughter had already entered. As I walked in I glanced to my right and saw the young teen girl already perched on the first toilet, and the mom was lowering her pants to sit down on the seat next to her. We made eye contact. She gave a slight smile and I did the same, and proceeded to take the seat next to her. At this point I heard a loud echoey fart from the daughter as she started to pee. The mom immediately let loose with a loud crackle and started dropping her turds into the pit below with loud splashes. I freely let myself open and let loose with a loud fart and crackle and my logs splashed noisily into the void below. The daughter was grunting loudly at this time, and eventually discharged what sounded like quite a large poop which landed with a splash! I was so enjoying the fact that there were three of us happily pooping together with no inhibition!
I pushed out another log and felt finished, so I began to wipe. Shortly thereafter the mom did as well, and we both finished around the same time. We left our seats and met at the sanitizer dispensers. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the daughter leaning forward forcefully, then heard another grunt, fart, and splash. "Meet you outside honey" the mom casually said and exited along with me. I must say I really enjoyed the casual, carefree pooping dynamic!Marie
To Kenzie
I have used my car as a potty many times. The car is easy to clean if you have a solid poop and you drink lots of water. Solid because then you can just pick it up and remove it. And if you drink a lot of water your pee will be mostly water so it'll evaporate. Just some febreze and baby wipes are about all you need. The easiest way to go is to sit in the back with your pants and panties around your ankles, sitting in the seat as you would during a car trip and go. I hope that helps and wasn't to badly written.
- Marie
Catherine
Replies
Victoria B: I'm not a fan of automatic flush toilets. Yes, it is a waste of water. That's another reason I don't courtesy flush when I defecate. I imagine that automatic flush toilets were an answer to those who refused to flush. I hope you are well! Also, i agree with you about how unsafe kids must feel regarding toilet regulations. It's sad the world that our children must grow up in.
Grace: Amazing story about Bryanna! How y'all are you? I'm 6'1 myself!
Christy: Hello!
LC: I would love to hear more of your stories (I realize you were talking to Grace). I played sports in high school and volleyball in college. I'm 39, so that was a long time ago...
Love to all!
Catherine!
LC
Reply to Halloween Bomb /
Yes, I had something similar happen to me.
This happened some years back. I hadn't taken a full one in a day or so. I can't recall what through me off of my schedule, but I remember feeling bloated most of the day. My friend invited a group of us to go to a house party of one of his co-workers. As it turns out, it was more of a get together, pre-game type of thing before we all went out to the bars a few blocks away. Sometimes drinking gives me a bad stomach ache and can induce a big clean out. I had one beer at the house and immediately knew I would have to go to the bathroom very soon. I checked out the downstairs bathroom and noticed that the toilet didn't appear well equipped to handle the situation. I thought I better hold it until we got to the bars since we would be leaving soon. As we left to go to the bars, several sharp cramps hit my stomach and rectum. This dump wanted out so bad and I almost lost it right there. I quickly regained myself and said that my ID had fallen out of my pocket inside some place and would catch up. I don't know if anyone believed me but they said they would walk slow.
Anyway, I rushed inside to the bathroom I had scouted out earlier. I ripped my pants down and could feel a thick tip force its way out as I sat. The first part log was firmer than normal for me. It continued to crackle out and grew softer before the tail was basically loosely formed. This only took 10 seconds, maybe less. I looked between my legs and saw a girthy log with the front end flopped over hole while the rest of it traced the water line and curvature on one side of the bowl. The soft end reached the front and kind of bent back into the middle while disintegrating and spreading in the water. It wasn't as wide as the hole, but probably 80% of the way there and 15" long plus the soft stuff. My stomach cramped again and I let go a load of thinner, soft segments that poofed out, capped by mush. It only lasted five seconds but seemed like a lot, as the pile broke the waterline. Such relief. The stink was unbelievably strong, which contributed to my moment of euphoria. I couldn't bask too long as I knew the others were waiting on me. The whole thing had only taken a few minutes, so I hoped no one would know what I had done.
I turned to the paper holder and saw there was none. I leaned over to the side and peaked into the cabinet that was under the sink. No paper there either. I didn't know what to do. I was pretty messy so I don't want to risk moving around. I panicked a little and decided the best course of action was to wipe with my boxer briefs and a sock if necessary. I didn't end up needing the sock, but it ruined the underwear, which I stashed at the bottom of the trash bin, under some small boxes and beer cans.
I turned to address the toilet. I pressed the handle and it was clear that it wasn't very strong. The ill-fated toilet sucked down most of the pile but the log got turned in such a way that it jammed up in the hole. The brown water quickly rose and left large segments of the log floating around along with smaller bits from the pile. There was no plunger and no brush. I had to leave. I washed up and caught up to the group minutes later.
At the bar, I had to confess to one of my buddy's what had happened and he just laughed about it, especially the underwear part. Truthfully, this story always makes me feel a little bit naughty and thankful I don't write my name in my underwear, in case someone found it emptying the trash.
LCLC
Common Bathroom with My Aunt
Common Bathroom with an Aunt
This story takes place about 8 years ago when I was in my mid twenties. Every Thanksgiving a large group of my family members head to my grandparents house to celebrate the holiday. They live alone now but have a couple extra bedrooms for the grand kids or whoever to use when we come to visit. The rooms are smaller and furnished with single beds. The two bedrooms share a common bathroom. These rooms are often reserved for parties of one, whether a family member or guest, during larger family get together. Attendees with spouses, kids, or friends usually have to rent a hotel room nearby.
It's worth noting that my Grandma passed away many years ago and grandfather remarried a younger-ish woman. We view her as our Grandma now too, since this happened when we were kids. She comes from a smaller family with a sister and a brother, and not much in the way of extended family. She also wasn't married previously and she did have any children. Her sister is the same. Both women were smart, well educated, and personable, and decided to put their careers first. Over time her sister became one of our aunts.
My aunt almost always came to family gatherings alone, which meant she got to use one of the smaller bedrooms. I think she had been involved in a long on-again off-again love triangle, which contributed to her status of single with no kids. This always surprised me because aside from her brains and personality, she kept herself fit and had a classical beauty despite the fact she was in her mid 50s at this point. She is probably 5'7 but often wears heels and tight fitting cocktail dresses to family events (we all tend to wear our best at family gatherings).
I was also single and unaccompanied this particular year, so I got assigned to the other small bedroom. As a grand kid, I had stayed here before and was well acquainted with the bathroom. The house is much older, pre-war era. The bathroom can accommodate a couple people at the same time but not easily. The sink vanity is a single and I can reach across from the toilet to the sink. The shower is a door width away from the sink and toilet, which sit opposite each other. The toilet itself is white, round and low to the ground, to the point where it feels like a supported squat. The toilet hole / trap is smaller than the modern diameter. The toilet has a slow, prolonged flush in part because the chain attached to the handle and the flapper is too long. The bathroom also has thick pile carpet and heated via radiator. It doesn't have a fan but there is a window that can be opened.
I heard her rise the morning of Thanksgiving, enter the bathroom where she peed and brushed her teeth. I did the same after she left and joined some of the family down stairs in the kitchen. Everyone had assignments to prepare for the formal Thanksgiving meal. We completed these by noon and then had to get ready for the big meal. By 5pm, we were all gorged. I remembered I had not pooped earlier and began to feel a strong need. I took a pause in the conversation as an opportunity to excuse myself. I nearly bumped into my aunt as I rounded the corner for the stairs. She smiled at me as I turned to climb the stairs. I thought maybe she had needed the bathroom as well.
Her aroma poured down the hall as I came with in 10 steps of the small bathroom. It was an earthy scent with some sharpness, it had a warmth and fogginess too, but it was distinctly hers. I pushed open the ajar door and her aroma only intensified as the noise of the old toilet let me know the tank neared refill. I locked the door behind me and walked over to the toilet. The lids was down. I opened the lid to find that some of her product didn't make it down. I could immediately tell she had clogged the toilet, though some of the water had already drained out. There was a thick, dark brown turd wedged in the hole with some dirty paper, in addition to three or four 1 to 3 inch pieces gently swirling on the surface. There was also some huge streaks leading to the hole but on the opposite side of the big turd. I knew I had to resolve this issue before I could use the toilet myself. There was an old plunger behind the toilet. I gave it a couple pumps and it pulled the large turd and paper out of the hole, though, it made the water a lot browner as well. The turd was probably 10 inches in length and of good thickness. I flushed the toilet again but the water only rose. The clog must have been from another piece that caused the huge streaks. I pumped the plunger probably a dozen times and the clog relented, punctuated by a loud choking noise from the pipes. The water swept away the rest of her contents but left an array of streaks and dirty water. I waited for the tank to refill and flushed again. Things appeared to be working normally, though some of the thicker streaks still remained.
It was finally my turn. I pulled down my pants and sat. The toilet felt even lower than I remembered and placed my body in a comfortable squat position. I took a deep breath in and exhaled as my body relaxed. Again, I realized how powerful her scent was. It made me feel an odd sense of closeness to her. Soon, my body opened and a large, soft column of poo began to crackle out. Silent gas somehow escaped around the sides while the evacuation continued effortlessly for a good ten seconds. I could feel the column break apart into segments as the tip met the back of the bowl and the other end continued to grow. It finished and began to spread out over the water. My scent mixed with hers. A minute later my body let go of another thick, soft turd that broke into segments. It wasn't as long as the first, but still spanned the length of the water and then some. The tail flopped on the water's edge at the front of the bowl. I felt done. I stood to wipe and inspect the damage. The color was uniform, a mid brown, there must have been close to 32 inches worth, half floating and in a variety of lengths and widths. I decided to flush before wiping, given the preceding events. The toilet looked like it was about to clog as couple of the larger pieces merged at the hole. The water rose for a couple seconds but somehow the clog broke loose. The pieces were soft enough that they only provided temporary resistance. The water whooshed out but there was still too much for one flush to handle. The tank refilled and I flushed again, no problems this time. I cleaned up and flushed once more. By now there were only a few faint streak marks left. As I washed my hands and left, I could smell myself but my aunt's scent still hung heavily in the air.
To Catherine.
Yea, I am still here, I just ended up submitting stories that didn't belong here and the moderators did what they had to. I am glad you are still here too. i missed you on this forum.
Thank you so much for taking my survey. That made my night.
As far as your issue. You told your co-workers. Just because you are the boss, i mean people have hearts, i am sure they genuinely understand. I mean farts are funny, they may laugh about it, but i dont think it would be to hurt your feelings. don't be embarrassed about what you aren't sure of. As far as diet changes, You are so proud of your huge healthy poops, they almost seem to be a part of your mental health. I wouldn't change too much. maybe just cut out one or two things to try to help. But just keep letting people know why its happening. Maybe talk to your doctor if you haven't already. they might say anti gas medicine, which i bet you wouldn't be about. Honestly, if i were you ( judging by who you seem to be) i would just own your farts. Maybe this is a chance to feel free and less embarrassed. i promise the people that love you the most will love you and your farts. At least, thats how i think it should be. i hope this was any help at all catherine. it is good to have you back.
Optional Dev
Ideal dump.
My ideal dump is just what i had a minute ago.
1. pressure to go but not overwhelming
2. makes squeaks and crackles as it comes out
3. fills the toilet bowl hole with a pile
4. is messy to wipe to show that i pooped
5. kicks up a bit of a smell as it flushes.
6. leaves skid marks.
after a long day of driving and seeing my parents and practice my train hobby, i was coming back to my college and needed to poop. i'd left campus needing to poop but held it in. luckily it cooperated and i didnt feel it, after i told my brain no. i spent the day eating mcdonalds, and quick trip food and seeing trains. then i was heading back and could feel the need. but i drove nearly the whole 30 miles back without going. it was then that i saw a train off the interstate on a different route that was rare, so i spent time using google maps on my phone to get to it and back to my university later. sun was setting. i finally get in and no one is in our hall so i get my stuff in my dorm and slide in the toilet. i sit down and relax. i let go. and proceeded to squeak and crackle poop out of my butt. it felt good. it filled the hole of the bowl up with pieces of poo in a nice mound. i wiped and the paper was thick with poo. flushing it went down nice and easy and left some skidmarks and a bit of a smell. and i left feeling so amazing and refreshed.
catherine, i would just explain to everyone that you have a issue controlling your gas. the people that love you wont leave for that. plus you love your big poops so you need to eat well still. and i remember the story where you and alan had fun with your gas. i wouldn't loose what makes you happy and healthy. just explain to people whats going on and work on feeling more confident about your gassy booty. its ok catherine. i promise.
Optional Dev
Great Dump.
My body has been taking a while to get used to my new food schedule and diet since being at college, from having diarrhea the first few days at the dorm to basically being constipated. I now just had the best dump i have had here.
I felt the need to go around 2 pm. i held it for a meeting and it really didnt feel like a huge need. just a small need. i finally got back to the dorm from being out and went into the bathroom. as soon as i cleaned the seat of what may have been dried puke spots, i sat down and started.
i was surprised as i felt good relief of a nice log pushing its way out . it fell and a few more small logs quietly plopped out. the toilet area began to smell of that kinda death " damp grass" poop smell. i like dumps that surprise me. that don't feel like i need to go, and then i have the urge as i am going. of course i let out a little fart and the poop squeaked. it was great.
i wiped, flushed and sprayed febreeze and left the room feeling very great. i am glad i am starting to have better poops here. pooping is a fun thing.
A dump i took the other day left skidmarks, and despite the toilet brush i left them. i like to think of it as the poop leaving something to remember it by.
i again want to shout out catherine. and this may be redundent, but incase the other posts dont make it, please know that its okay that you are gassy. you cant help it. just tell everyone your issue, and continue to enjoy being the gassy big log human you enjoy being in your private moments. its all good.
good bye everyone. i love you all. i am glad to be back. And thank you to Ohio toiletstool fan and catherine for taking the survey.Haylee
To Laurie
Laurie, thank you for appreciating my posts and for the sympathy for not being able to pee in a car. I hope with all my heart that I can get a car soon, and I know when I do, I will be showing it no mercy at all! Thank you so much, Laurie!
Haylee