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Ronette

Grandma's public bathroom memories

This past Christmas Grandma came to spend the holidays with us. I met her plane at the airport at about 2 in the afternoon. I had my pretty regular crap at the airport, despite the long line for each toilet, but I pushed it out as fast as I could, wiped, and I might have cheated a bit at the sinks because I figured she would be waiting at the gate. (I moved to fast I guess because at the subway station we both had to pee and I one square of toilet paper stuck to me when I took my underwear down). Also there was a dreaded skidmark that served as the glue. I had a second surprise: grandma is one strong pee-er. Although I didn't see it and she immediately flushed after she stood and wiped, I would think she had a full collection of bubbles in the bowl.

We sat on the train bench for about 45 minutes. A number of trains came but they were standing room only and I figured grandma would do better with a seat. I told her how I frequently use the subway bathrooms when coming home from school and how a lot of my friends hold their craps until they get home. Its OK to pee in school but beginning with middle school, crapping at school goes against the normal. She seemed more than amused and she told me a story from the late 1950s when she was my age that was unusually interesting.

Grandpa owned a gas station on the other side of town. All of his workers, with the exception of a couple of daytime mechanics, came from two high schools nearby. They worked for him as attendants (pumping the gas), doing tire repairs and Grandma took over at 3:30 right after school. Her first stop after putting her books and purse under the counter was to grab the ladies room key and rush to the side of the building where the two restrooms were. After that, she had a five hour shift as the cashier.

Even some older drivers got into the act. Before she and grandpa could turn the lights on at 6 a.m. out of the first few cars were drivers who needed to crap while their car was being filled. Most of the homes they came from only had one toilet and other family members would have to use that one.

In addition to the bathroom another attraction was a brand new Coke vending machine. You'd put a dime in a slot, there would be a click and a light flashing and you could open a door and pull forward the bottle of the drink you wanted. Grandma said some of the attendants, who were required to wear white uniforms and a bow tie, were so popular with the girls that their friends would come in every afternoon after school to see them and get pop. Eventually grandma had to ask them to move on because the bathroom lines were too long and on some days she had to do two or three plunging jobs per shift.


Bianca

Poop Blobs

Hi folks! The only poop that's worth mentioning that happened today occurred after a wonderful night listening to my beautiful nature music, and a ???? breakfast. It was one of those number 2's that came out in what felt like blobs. The amount per push was maybe a couple of ounces at a time, but felt great! I'd classify it's consistency as semi firmness. Wiping wasn't too bad, and I estimate I took close to 2 minutes. Overall, it made me feel as good as my nighttime sleep routine. Bye.


Tinner

Running accidents

Regular reader, very occasional poster. I have been doing a lot of running lately. A few weeks ago, I found myself needing a poo as I was approaching my house. The urge got stronger the closer I got to the point that I found myself considering letting a tiny bit of poo out, just for it to stop hurting. And then, about a minute or two from home, I did. Except it didn't stop hurting but made me want to go more so a few steps further I let some more out until a small turd could be felt in my underwear. It was dark and there weren't any people around to see, but I still felt strange, even if it wasn't altogether a bad feeling. And then I let out some more, until with my house in sight, I let a huge turd out. I was home within a minute, went straight to the loo and tipped the poo out into the toilet. It was a mess and quite a pain to clean up... but it didn't feel like a bad experience, perhaps because the naughtiness of it all, the fact that I was doing something very forbidden.
And then a week later pretty much the same happened. And, honestly, I again didn't mean to. I wasn't sure if someone might see me (or smell me!), like a neighbour or something.
I've never had control issues on either end since I was very little so it confuses me but also keep thinking of it and the naughtiness of it all.
Well, that's my story.


Constiguy

Twice in Thirteen and two third Years

I continually read about shitting at school . I went twice only and they were on consecutive days in primary school . Both times I had to leave class mid morning and both BMs were large, quick and soft. The toilet paper was as rough as can be . In all the years I had no necessity to poo at school. I think there would be a real lot of boys in that category.


Monday, May 25, 2020


Richard

Questions

Here in the Northeast a lot of people will be doing outside activities over the Memorial Day weekend, I know that several of the toilets are closed due to Covid 19. I am just curious if any of you will share your pooping stories. Maybe you left skid marks in your panties from not getting to relieve yourself in time or lack of wiping. Perhaps you wiped with your panties. Please share your outdoor pooping stories.


Marie

Question

Hi All, I was just wondering do you all actually like my stories or am I annoying?

-Marie


TOM

Thanks Davidd !!!

A nicely written story! I can fully relate to your pooping story at school. I pretty much experienced EVERYTHING you did about being told NOT to sit on public toilets, the anticipation of taking a shit in public, etc. My grade school was similar to yours but our restrooms had NO DOORS on the stalls. This was back in the 1950's in a small town in Michigan. Initially, I also tried to avoid pooping at school but honestly, you had no choice and just had to do it, or your day would be miserable trying to hold it back. Our restrooms had six toilets, two rows of three, facing each other, with NO DOORS! After the initial shock of pooping in front of other kids, most of the guys just faced it and realized that everybody has to poop. For the most part, there was little or no teasing or embarrassing moments involved. Sure, if you let out a loud, echoing pre-shit fart, which most of us did, someone might yell out, "I bet that felt good"! To which you would reply, "It sure did". My "normal time" to have my daily shit was mid day. Those six toilets would usually get very busy during the lunch hour. It was actually like a social hour of guys pooping and talking in front of one another while doing their business. With the open front seats on the toilets, you could actually see the turds dangling down into the bowl from the guy across from you IF HIS LEGS WERE SPREAD APART. I also learned and life-long lesson while sitting on these grade school toilets, too. I learned how to wipe, WHILE STILL SITTING DOWN on the seat. Previously, I had always stood to wipe, but after seeing others wipe themselves while still seated, I tried it myself and have done it that way ever since. Fortunately, most of the kids just accepted doing a Number Two as a normal bodily function, which IT IS, and became comfortable doing "the deed" without being embarrassed in front of their friends. As for any concerns about dirty toilets, at this school, the janitors kept everything clean and the TP was always well stocked.

Now, when I got to high school, the restroom conditions were not so hot, but that's another story!


Catherine

Responses

Victoria B: Always happy to read your posts and will participate in your surveys any time!

Ohio Toiletstool Fan: I'm the same way when it comes to embarrassment from public pooping. I would much rather have a smelly or explosive session in a public place where I know no one and no one knows me. Times I've been most embarrassed have been when I've been with people I know. I would rather hear, "That tall woman with the big butt blew up the bathroom" than I would get looks from friends, family, co-workers, customers, church members who are thinking, "Wow! I can't believe what Catherine did in the bathroom." Most likely, I will never see those strangers again. But it can be awkward when it's people you know. I would love to hear more from you!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Jessie

Questions for Carlie B and welcome!

Welcome Carlie B! I have a few questions if you don't mind.

1) Whats your height and weight and general build? Does this contribute to you pooping so big?

2) Whats the longest you've gone without pooping?

3) Have you ever tried purposely holding your poop for as long as possible to have an even bigger dump? If so, how long?

4) Hypothetical, but if you were legitimately offered $10 million, would you be able to go 2 weeks without pooping?

5) What size are your poops usually? How many inches long and thick? Have you ever used a small scale to weigh your dumps?

6) How are you able to produce so much poop? What do you eat to do so?

7) What number 1 to 7 are your poops on the Bristol Stool Scale usually?

8) Have you any recent stories where you badly had to poop but couldn't use the toilet right away?

Thanks for taking the time! Jessie!


Mina
Dear Victoria,

Maho is very happy her idea was useful to you! And yes, when we sit on new green loo long time we think of you and blow kiss to you. Same when it is beige loo.

Love from Mina


Kieffer

Jon's post about sit-down peeing

Jon and I pretty much think alike about sitting to pee in public restrooms. Whether its the mall, concerts, or the dreaded school bathrooms, standing at a urinal with a crowd of others around you gives you no privacy. It also exposes your wares or lack of wares to others, especially in the older bathrooms where they have a horse trough-like tank to piss in with no partial partitions between the users. I'm in high school and do some babysitting of grade school age boys when two of my sisters, who also babysit, overbook themselves. One of the boys, Nathan who will be starting 1st grade, is small for his age. The bowls on the urinals in some places are too high for him to reach, even if he stands on his toes. I suggested last year at a carnival that he take a toilet cubicle and seat himself. Sure he has to slide himself up onto the seat but he gets the job done a lot faster and has been getting a much better experience in using a public bathroom. As for me, I switched to sitting down to pee my first week of middle school and I've continued it into the first half of my high school care. Its so less stressful and no one is breathing down my neck for me to get done. And a couple of times my first week of middle school I was disrupted when two or three guys behind me at the urinals were deliberately shoved into me while I was trying to get my pee going. Once my face was smashed into the flusher which gave me a fat lip and nose bleed. I just like having my own space and semi-privacy by seating myself on the toilet. Even if I have to wipe urine off the seat first it is still my choice.

I have a short survey below:

Name:
Age:
Gender:

Males only
1. Have you ever tried sitting to pee? At what age? Why? How successful?

2. While seated do you sometimes find you have to crap?

3. What do you do about the large number of seats that are splashed with urine?

Females only
1. Have you ever tried squat peeing over a toilet? At what age? Why?
How successful were you?

2. If you use the seat do you sometimes find the comfort helps you to also crap during your sit?

3. Have you ever tried using a urinal? What was the reason? What type of bathroom was it?

Thank you.


J

Clogging the toilet at rest stop

Since everyone's talking about they're experiences of clogging toilets here's one of mine

A few months ago before lockdown started I had been constipated for 4 days I usually have sloppy diarrhea and get constipated not very often
But anyway we went in the car up to London it was a very long drive half way threw I needed a poo I was with my friends family so felt reluctant to go but I got really desperate and asked if we could stop at the next rest stop my friends sister said she needed to go and he said he needed to go to so did there mum so there dad pulled over after a few miles when we reached the rest stop I was so desperate so I got out of the car started running but so did my friends sister

She was running with her hand over her but she ran into the girls my friend when into the male with me he took the last stall so I was waiting so desperately my friends mum saw me waiting I was grabbing my stomach and she could tell I was desperate so just told me to go into the women's toilets because there's a few stalls free so I wlaked in got some funny looks caue I'm not a women but my mates mum was just like he's desperate I sat down next to my friends sisters stall wich I heard her having quite severe diarrhea and sloppy poo crackling out

I instantly sat down and a massive log came out really quick and made a loud plonk after 2 more logs some gassed passed it was loud and I know my mates sister heard it then sloppy mush started coming out and crackled out loudly echoing in the bowl she was still having diarrhea too

She asked if I was unwell like her I said yer kind of I have ibs d to my amazement she knew what it was and then said she had it to and that's how me and my mates sister became good friends cause we can relate to each other as I was talking a loud fart came out of me with some more sloppy poo we just laughed about it as she let out some diarrhea too

A random person came in to the bathroom in a hurry they sat down and had some diarrhea to whilst em and my friends sister was still having diarrhea tbh I felt sorry for anyone else who came in because it didn't smell good in the bathroom

Finally my mates sister finished and was waiting for me at the sinks I said I've still.got abit left so she can go to the car she must've read my mind or something because she went it's ok if Ur holding back alot of gass and poo because Ur scared u will be embarrased cause I'm here don't be I experience the same thing so I finally pushed the last sloppy mess out and a really loud fart came with it I finally finished after a fe wmore mins

I flushed but then the water rises and it wouldn't go down I just went uh oh she said what I said it's not flushing I came out the stall she looked in and was like jeez that was alot r u ok I just mentioned I had been constipated for 4 days she was like jeez

Another women cake in and as I walked out of my stall she walked in them gasped walked out and went into my mates sisters stall instead me and my friend's sister just got out of there isntantky before we were properly cuaght

The rest of the 2 weeks in London was good because me and my mates sister became really good friends and were relating and exchanging past accidnets and story's

I know whenever I go mates house she lets me use her personal bathroom that's in her bedroom so she ends up hearing everything but she deosnt care because she has the exact same thing

I have more story's with this girl so if u wnat I will share the story's


Peter

To Catherine

Hi Catherine,
Trust you are well.
Loved those Poopouri ads.They are classics.
We agree that the smell of our intestinal sausages is a cause for embarrassment but we could add the often involuntary nature of the deal.
Often my need for a dump goes from zero to full on in 2-3 minutes.
Fortunately for me,this usually happens at home so it is no big deal but if it happens at work or in a social setting it can be a disaster.
You mentioned the "dead flesh"dump.Here in Australia we call it the"dead rat up your bum"dump.This one is always bad news no matter where it occurs but particularly if there others around.Invariably there is no where to hide.
Best regards,
Peter


Charlotte

New to the forum + Toilet clogging survey.

Hello. My husband and I just recently found this forum, I've been reading a lot of stories the last couple of days, I find many of them very interesting. So I thought I would write an introduction and then also answer the survey about toilet clogging.

My name is Charlotte, I am 41 and live in Europe(English is not my first language). My husband and I both have an interest in bathroom habits etc.

My fascination for pooping/peeing started in an early age. I went to a really worn down school, the toilets was not nice at all. Bullying was also a major problem, the doors could quite easily be opened from the outside. So well you had absolutely no privacy what so ever. It happened to me once when I was very young, and since that day I never went number two at school again. Between the girls pooping was not something you talked about, and it was embarrassing if you had to go. That kind of fueled my interest.
The mornings at home was always busy, because we were three girls that had to leave the house at the same time, and I require some time when I go to the bathroom, I can't go if I am rushed. So when I got home from school you can probably guess how bad I had to go.
That feeling of coming home, being seconds away from going in the panties, and then finally get to the toilet, that sweet relief. This kind of kept my interest in this topic.
During this period of my life I would only go at home, I did not use public bathrooms either.
When I reached my early twenties, that changed, I began using public toilets when I needed to go, today I really like going in a public bathroom.
For the last ten years, I've experimented with pooping and peeing other places when I get the opportunity. That being anything from outdoors, the floor, in plastic bags etc.

I am really happy to have found a forum about this kind of stuff that is not about sex. Which many forums about this stuff unfortunately are.

___Survey answer____

1) Have you ever clogged a toilet?
- Yes many times. I often go once a day only so I go a lot.

2) What do you do when you block one up? Grab a plunger? Break up the turd(s)?
- Grab a plunger

3) Have you ever had to put on the rubber gloves and take your own poop from the bowl to get it to flush again?
- No

4) Have you ever clogged or had to use a clogged public toilet?
- Yes I have clogged a public toilet a few times, and yes I have had to use clogged public toilets as well multiple times.

5) Have you ever blocked a friend/family member/significant other's toilet?
- No. I have no problem going in public, but I am not that comfortable pooping when there is family around (except my husband and kids of course). So I do generally not poop when I am with friends of family when its possible.

6) Have you ever had to admit to plugging a toilet after trying and failing to get it to flush again?
- Yes some times at home I had to tell my husband, but not anywhere else.

7) When it happens is it because you're a huge pooper in general or because you used too much paper?
- Its because I poop a lot since I often only poop once a day.

8) Are you familiar with the two-flusher trick?
- Yes, I have used it a few times, but generally I forget to flush in the middle of it all.

I am looking forward to reading and sharing experiences!

Charlotte


LC

Transition from Coffee

I decided to quit caffeinated coffee during the shelter in place orders. I wanted to quit for a while prior to SIP orders but there never seemed to be a good time with work, training, or social engagements. I wanted to quit just to try something different, as I've enjoyed coffee for most of my adult life. Though I was an avid drinker of coffee, I only had between one and two cups per day. It helped wake me up and it also helped me go first thing in the morning. It helped keep me regular.

It's been almost two months with life without coffee and I've returned to a schedule that I remember from my childhood and adolescent days when I go about four - six times per week. Sometimes I go every day and sometimes every other, or even every third. Sometimes it's the alternate and I go more than once in a day. Often times, the urge to go is gentler than it is with coffee.

This has caused some interesting experiences. The regularity that coffee brings is great. There's never a concern that I'll be interrupted in the middle of the day or caught in an awkward situation, even if that happens once in a while. However, I cannot deny that this change has made things a bit more pleasurable. Despite the fact that I cut down on my calorie intake during the SIP orders (plant based diet, fyi), I'm finding that things are quite voluminous, thick, and less segmented. I also noticed that I have two or three rounds of evacuation, whereas with coffee it was usually one and a half rounds. It still happens rather quickly and I'm usually done in a few minutes, unless I decide to linger, reading and such. For those wondering, I end up requiring multiple flushes or it usually clogs the toilet.

Last week I missed a day and then had to go the following day. It felt like I barely had to go at the time, but as I've learned, it's just not as urgent feeling as with coffee.

I sat and felt a large mass move into position. It began to emerge and felt medium in girth and denser than normal. It continued to pass easily and almost silently with whispering crackles, breaking off every couple seconds to gently plop into the water. I passed six such pieces capped by an air couple farts and a small chunk.

I sat for about sixty seconds just browsing on my phone when I felt a second round move into place. I punctuated its commencement by breaking wind. It felt very much like the first and would extend a certain length, nearly to the water, before breaking off under its own weight. This carried on for another five or so pieces.

I peaked between my legs and could tell the bowl was quite full with a series of smaller, banana-like turds, probably an inch and a half to two inches wide and ranged from four to eight inches in length.

I continued to browse the web and about two minutes later a third round made its way to the exit. This round was very much like the first two. A ropey coil exited and broke apart about every six inches under its own weight. The segments no longer plopped into the water, but had filled most of the water area and piled above it. Only the quiet crackling could be heard now.

I stood to wipe. I completely filled the bowl with this offering. There must have been fifteen or sixteen even brown banana-like segments of similar size and shape, and several smaller pieces, all coiled and piled, and buried and floating together.

I flushed before wiping but the toilet only managed to take down a modest amount before the volume interrupted the flush. Brown water back flowed from the trap with bits and pieces that mixed together with the remaining contents. It took about six wipes to get clean. I threw tissue in with rest of the contents. I flushed again expecting a full on clog but the toilet managed to suck down a portion before it stopped up again like the first time. It took two more flushes to clear everything away and restore normal function, though some modest streaks remained.

I left the bathroom feeling much better but noticed my scent pervaded our make shift home office one room over.

LC


Victoria B.

To Catherine

Hey!

I read your response to Carlie and I agree through the context of my experience as a living, pooping human being that some of us, women especially, seem to have both more and bigger BMs. It seems like toilets are more calibrated for the average pooper and that's why living somewhere that allows me to pick out and install my own toilet is a dream of mine. I think a lot about toilets and how they're designed, probably more than most people. They're like furniture but at the same time they aren't but you still sit on them and you're naked when you do it. Just a bunch of interesting paradoxes!

Love always,
Victoria!


LC

Replies

Victoria: it looks like your survey sparked some interesting stories and discussions! Nice job!

OhioTSF: I relate to your insecurity. I've always tried to maintain a plutonic relationship with my co workers and pooping in their company seems to cross a boundary for me. Regardless of that, I've still been in situations where I pooped in adjacent stalls with a co-worker or took a major dump with co-workers in the bathroom. I think I posted a story about one such incident a while back. I've also had co-workers who are so open and uninhibited that they want to talk business while taking very loud and malodorous movements. It's hard for me to even concentrate during those times!

Charles:. Great story and candor. Yes, I also get a bit of a thrill or odd sense of satisfaction about taking a massive, toilet clog

Jane

Morning Routine

My mom and I have a morning routine of me showering while she is pooping. We've done it for months now, and it has only been really nice. We will talk and laugh at her farting and make jokes. She usually gets done pooping before I get out of the shower and will sit she wait for me to get done. In the past when she has had diarrhea though, I will get done before her and I will get dressed and stay in the bathroom with her. Our routine has been great.


Catherine

To Davidd

Is it Davidd with two d's on the end?

You are an amazing writer!

While I am not sure that I can relate, it was still fascinating to read your story. I "doo" look forward to hearing from you!

Catherine!


Constiguy

Clogging Toilets etc

I have never clogged a toilet. The only cloggings I have seen is were too much toilet paper is used or other things flushed down the toilet . In Australia the plumbing system must have bigger pipes. To Elphaba constipation can be a big problem. Some people are constipated for no obvious reason and sometimes is the for runner for various diseases . Neurological conditions often are accompanied by constipation and that is my case. I also have an umbilical hernia that makes constipation that bit worse. Did you know that about ninety percent of people diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease reported constipation before any other Parkinson's symptoms. I should be taking Movicol or Osmolax daily but I do not. I wait till the turds become big and hard and then try a big dose of Osmolax and if needed a couple of suppositories for a spectacular result!!!!! No toilet clogs !!!!


Carlie B

Oops I did it again! + Big Gym Dump

Hey everyone, I'm back again with a follow up to my last story

First a few replies:

Charles: a foot or so is what I would call average sized. The giant one that caused the toilet troubles was much longer though. I would guess 18 or so inches were visible and another 6-8 down the hole? Hard to say for sure. While impressive in length, my logs are even more impressive in width. They are also super firm which combined with the width is why toilet rarely handle them. I'd say it's a 50/50 split between one gigantic log or two big logs.

Catherine: at 5'8" I'm not quite as tall as you but it sounds like we have similar body types. Not sure how much height plays a role though because my roommate Hayley is 5'8" too and my other roommate Lindsey is 6'0" and neither take big enough dumps to clog our toilet. They both are really skinny though so maybe body shape has more to do with it.

With the toilet fixed, my roommates were able to go back to using our own bathroom. We decided it would be a good idea if I continued to use the pharmacy toilet so I didn't overload the toilet again. Funnily enough, when I returned to the pharmacy bathroom after I had blocked it, there was now a big ole plunger next to the toilet. I guess whoever had to clean up after me didn't want to do it again. It turns out the plunger was a good idea because I took another toilet clogging shit. One big log. Not super long but very thick. It felt great coming out. I flushed twice with no success and then used the plunger. Just a few flushes later and it was good as new!

My roommates got a kick out of me telling them about the pharmacy. My roommate Lindsey thought I should try and hold in my poop to, in her words, "bless" the new toilet. Hayley, my other roommate, and I thought it was a bad idea since we didn't want to have another unfixable situation. Lindsey must have really wanted me to do it because she said she'd clean up if we couldn't plunge it. That was enough for Hayley and I to agree.

On Thursday I didn't poop and then the toilet was installed late in the afternoon on Friday.
Late that night I felt the need to go. I don't think I've missed a day pooping for the last 5 years at least. I sat down and noticed the new seat felt smaller than the old one. It was comfortable though so I was happy about that. Well my shit was huge, and I didn't feel done. The new toilet has 2 flush options of different strengths one weak flush and one powerful flush. The flush seemed much better than the old toilet, but my turd was still too big. The toilet gurgled to a stop. I called Lindsey in to get to plunging. She nearly fainted when she saw how big it was haha! Hayley and I were dying laughing watching her futile attempts to plunge the toilet. My dumps are very firm and not easy to mash up with a plunger. After a little bit of progress, I felt the need to drop another log. I announced I need to do more and Lindsey thought I was joking. I pushed her aside and sat back down. I pooped another huge log into the already backed up toilet. Lindsey spent the next 45 minutes or so trying to plunge, but my enormous dump was just too much. She finally gave up and resorted to the gloves. After removing my second log and about half of the first, she resumed plunging and finally got it to go. The toilet was caked with skid marks again but nothing the toilet brush and a little bleach couldn't handle.

We decided after this that I should probably not try skipping a day again. I've taken two dumps since in the new toilet. Both clogged but only needed a few plunges and flushes. Hayley joked that the new toilet needs a third flush option for "Carlie's horse sized poops" lol.

A question for others: what are your most memorable poops, be it because of their size or time/location.

For me off the top of my head:

-on a first date at a super fancy restaurant when I deposited a giant dump that wouldn't flush with a line of 3 people waiting.

-clogged a toilet at a friends house at a middle school sleepover party. The toilet overflowed when another friend tried to flush it twice in a row without waiting for the water to recede.

One other funny story was back in December (maybe November?) I was a member of a kinda crappy gym. The locker rooms were not taken care of very well and the equipment was pretty bad, but it was cheap. After a long yoga and workout session, I needed to poo. The stalls were all taken so I waited a few minutes. Finally one opened up and a beautiful Asian girl who I see often at the gym came out. She apologized saying her poop was too big to flush. Indeed it was! She had left a giant sausage plugging up the hole! There was little bits of toilet paper swirling in the water but it was clear it was her poop and not the paper that had blocked the toilet. I couldn't resist the opportunity to buddy dump onto it. I sat down and added my own monster. Looking in the toilet, hers wasn't as big as mine but it was still probably the biggest I've ever seen that wasn't from me. Her poop was still big enough to clog a high powered toilet, so you know it had to be big. The other stalls had opened by now, so I switched stalls to wipe. One unsuspecting woman tired to go into the one we had used and gasped and quickly got back in line. She warned the next person that the stall was clogged.

Well a couple days later I came back and both our dumps were still there!! There was an out of order sign on the door, but that didn't stop me from peeking and confirming they were both still clogging it up. It's pretty gross that no one on the staff cleaned it up over the last 24 hours but maybe they didn't have a plunger on hand. I went to the gym again the next day and it was finally gone. I was feeling naughty, so I went to workout and then when I was done went back and took a huge dump, once more clogging the poor toilet. I flushed four or five times but it was just too big. I wiped up and left, apologizing to the girl waiting in line.

As I mentioned in my last post, I think my new yoga and exercise has made my dumps larger. I didn't use to clog public toilets every time, but now it's more rare for me to NOT clog them. I don't really understand how centuries of engineering has resulted in toilets that can't flush a normal 24 year old girls poop. Do pro athletes who are way bigger and eat a ton have the same problems?


Elphaba
While I was walking home from work, I was beginning to need a poo so after arriving home and, due to it being still warm, taking all my clothes off except my panties, I went to the bathroom. Pulling my purple panties down to my ankles, I sat on the loo and had a wee which lasted about twenty seconds. Then I started to push and within a minute a turd had plopped into the water below. Over the next five minutes, while I still had to push more than I would normally, I got rid of a further seven logs, but considering this was the most I've done in one go and it was the shortest amount of time I've spent on the loo in about a week and a half I'm taking it as a victory. Honestly, there's nothing like having a good bowel movement to lift one's spirits. With this good feeling, I wiped myself (only needing to wipe my arse once) and then I pulled up my panties and flushed the toilet.


Saturday, May 23, 2020


Bianca

To Anja

Dear anja: I never pooped/peed in the bushes before, but I went to summer camp, and I think I used a moderately sized outhouse during an outside camping night. When I think about it, I might have started my period there as well because from what I remember, I wasn't allowed in the water. You can swim on your cycle btw. Anyway, the pooping/peeing outside stories on here are quite nice to read. If I had the chance, I'd poop in a bucket, and bury it just for fun. To be even more adventurous, I hope one day I could use a pit toilet. One of the neatest toilets that I can recall using are the automatic flushers. Those don't bother me. Although I had some somewhat stinky farts today, poop wise nothing was interesting. Despite this, my day still had an interesting twist to it, because I bought a bucket of sand that you can play with like play dough. Bye!


Victoria B.

Replies

Hey!

Just popped in today to say how much I appreciate the responses to my survey! Catherine, Arianna, Taylor T., Carlie and LC, you're the best! Part of the reason why I wrote it was to help other people who've ahem.... been hard on the plumbing over the years feel less alone and weird about themselves and their bodies. You're great no matter how many times you've needed to plunge a toilet!

To Minappé: Tell Maho that Robyn and I have our matching bookmarks now-they turned out great! I'm sorry to hear that the green loo is no more but please think of me when all four of you make some nice plops in the new one! I love all of you so much!

Love,
Victoria!


Ohio Toiletstool Fan

Clogging toilets + embarrassment

Hi all. So I've kinda skimmed down the current page and noticed the idea of clogging toilets is the thing. I'll just say that in many instances I've taken huge dumps and have not clogged the toilet. Maybe it's because my turds aren't usually thick. I always say the soft and gassy dumps are my fav, but I don't clog toilets. From what I've witnessed, based on the people I've lived with recently, it seems toilets get stopped up more by someone who uses lots and lots of TP per dump. In my opinion I don't feel as though so much TP is necessary to clean your bottom. Mine get relatively clean because I wipe several times, but with a little TP at a time.
Another thing I've noticed is some posts referring to what may make a poop embarrassing. That's interesting. For me, it's not the sound - even if it's a gassy, sonic-boom sounding dump, or a dump that stinks the bathroom all the way to high heaven. I'm simply not embarrassed doing that. If I'm at home, the toilet is my personal throne and I'll poop proudly in my own bathroom no matter who's visiting my home. For me, true embarrassment would come if I'm pooping in a public restroom - in the presence of coworkers. It's unusual I know. For some reason that's embarrassing to me. However if it's people I DON'T know , I'll blow a public bathroom up no problem. So ultimately my embarrassment isn't about sound or smell, it's depending on who the witnesses are. Happy pooping all, stay safe during these strange times.


Charles

Clogging the Toilet Survey.and Recent Story

Hey Everybody, I saw this survey and felt compelled to reply. From what i have read so far, there are alot of us on here.

1) Have you ever clogged a toilet?

1a)It is a pretty frequent occurance. I have even clogged public toilets.

2) What do you do when you block one up? Grab a plunger? Break up the turd(s)?

2a)I always use the plunger. If in public i just leave it.

3) Have you ever had to put on the rubber gloves and take your own poop from the bowl to get it to flush again?

3a) No. If nessesary i will break it up with the plunger or plunge until it finally goes down.

4) Have you ever clogged or had to use a clogged public toilet?

4a) I have definitly clogged them, but if possible, i will choose not to use them if they are alreay clogged.

5) Have you ever blocked a friend/family member/significant other's toilet?

5a) Several times. to all of the above.

6) Have you ever had to admit to plugging a toilet after trying and failing to get it to flush again?

6a) Usually they figure out if/when i think i have unclogged it but its still partially clogged.

7) When it happens is it because you're a huge pooper in general or because you used too much paper?

7a)My poops are pretty large, so i never need to add toilet paper for it to clog.

8) Are you familiar with the two-flusher trick?

8a) Yes, but i rarely use it. If i am at home i prefer to clog the toilet because i am a proud clogger.

LC: Its great to see you posting again. i enjoyed reading your stories and reading about what you do to toilets reminded me of myself at times haha.

Carlie B.: Welcome to the site, and as an infrequent poster but as a fellow/frequent clogger and lurker it is nice reading about another huge pooper. i am curious about how big yours get though. How long was the one that broke your toilet? also, how many pieces usually come out for you? I think it feels amazing to take a big dump and know that the toilet isnt going to flush when im done with it.

Speaking of that, i have a story to tell. Recently i was on a vacation from work and went on a junk food eating spree. Im 30 years old and im pretty active so I usually eat quite a lot and i try to eat healthy but i was really enjoying bieng on vacation. after a couple days it was getting uncomfortable but i was feeling no urge to go. After about 4 days i couldnt take much more of the discomfort so i took a few stool softeners before bed to help things along. after eating several bowls of mini wheats cereal the next morning i started to feel things shifting in a big way. I started mowing the lawn but had to stop when i got a very strong urge to go. I knew at this time that i was going to clog the toilet and was anticipating it along with the immense relief that i was about to feel. I grabbed a magazine on the way to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. after about 30 seconds and a couple long wet farts it began. A column of two and a half inch thick poop emerged and started to descend into the bowl. The urge to push was extremely strong but i held back so i could enjoy it coming out. After about 20 seconds of it coming out i felt it touch the bottom and with slight push, begin to coil around the bowl. The cramps werent really letting up but after another ten seconds or so it ended with a splat as it fell on top of itself. I read for a few moments as i waited for another cramp. The thought crossed my mind that i should flush the toilet at this point, but it was probably clogged already, and i wanted to see the final result anyway so i decided against it. At this moment i was hit with a sharp cramp and a loud fart announced the beginning of large burst of soft poop. I could hear it thundering into the bowl beneath me and besides one large splash at the beginning the only sound to be heard was the crackling of the burst coming out. This ended after about 10-15 seconds. After that burst ended, i kept reading and was occasionally interrupted by more small cramps here and there which led to small bursts and splats as more landed on the already large pile of poop in the toilet. When it was all over, i looked in the bowl and saw how badly i had stuffed it. There was a very long smooth log about 16 inches long coiled around the bowl with a very large pile of soft poop all around it and on top of it. the pile must have filled that small bowl about halfway. I felt soo much better and after plunging and about 6 flushes i finally got it all down, but the horrid smell and copious skidmarks and smears in the bowl remained. Im not going to lie, pooping like this gives me quite a rush when i am able to defile a toilet this badly. am i the only one who enjoys it and is very proud of my abilty to torment any toilet i use?

Until next time, i hope everybody has very relieving dumps and stays safe in these uncertain times.

Charles


Davidd

My Origin Story

How does one become like me? How does someone become fascinated like me? How did this happen to me? I ask these questions to myself more often then I should. And honestly, I feel as though I know the reason, but I beg of my mind to continue pondering them. I keep seeking out an answer that explains what's become my natural existence. It's all rather strange to most, but it's all too common for me. Perhaps this is why I am so compelled to write this very post to a sea of anonymity.

To know where I started, you must first know where I am. I'm a mid-thirties man who is utter fascinated with public bathroom pooping. Not shitting, not dumping, not dropping a deuce: pooping. The very word just drives me to a whole new dimension. And the act? Well, the act is my mental escape from reality. And doing so in a public bathroom is the only place where that escape becomes more of a fantasy. And more than a fantasy, it's become an obsession. I'll actually hold it when I am at home, and wait until I am in a public bathroom to poop. I'll leave a hotel room to make my way to the lobby to poop. And if I'm in the car and I see the sign for a rest stop, I'm stopping to poop, even if I don't really have to. It's what I do.

I remember as a child being taught that public bathrooms were harbingers of filth and germs. Never should you use one. And if you do, it's only to pee, never to poop. This was ingrained in my psyche. I vividly remember peeing myself in Kindergarten because I was terrified of the bathroom. Damn all the shame and embarrassment, I was satisfied knowing I hadn't allowed myself to become contaminated with germs.

Before first grade, I really began to act out. I become more of a challenger of authority and rules. I remember getting into a lot of trouble. I still can't understand why I needed to rebel, but I did. So, by the time I started grade school, I didn't care what my parents had to say. If I felt like doing something, I did it. And that meant, if I wanted to pee in the school bathroom, I would. I remember the first time I went into the bathroom at my school. Four urinals along the wall, two small stalls, and a handicapped size one. Peeing, in my mind, was rebelling. I went almost everyday. And on one day in particular, I discovered something that would change my world forever.

It was during the day when I felt the need to pee. I asked for permission to go and out the door I went. The hallway was empty and I fully expected the bathroom to be the same. But when I entered, I was immediately greeted by a sight I hadn't expected: two feet dangling with pants around their ankles under the first stall. I remember stopping and looking at them. It seemed like an eternity of me standing there, staring at these feet. The faint smell of poop lingered through the air. Who could this be I wondered to myself. I finally broke from my trance and made my way to the urinal. After finishing up, I lingered at the sink while I washed my hands and I happened to notice that I could faintly see this mysterious pooper through the crack in the stall door reflecting in my mirror. His face looked troubled. Almost worried. I recognized him from school but not in my class. The intrigue became almost overwhelming. It was fascinating for some reason. Later that night, I remember laying in bed and thinking to myself about what I had seen. My rebellion crept into my mind. The ultimate expression of individuality and independence. I knew then what I wanted to do. What I needed to do. I was going to poop in school.

My body was used to rhythm. I would wake up and pee. I would pee after breakfast. I would pee after lunch. And by the time I got done with school, I would need to poop. Somehow, I needed to change this rhythm. My plan was to hold it in after school and see if I could make it until the following day. The next day, I set out with this plan. I over ate at breakfast, I begged my dad to get me a donut on the way to school, and I stuffed my face at lunch. And, by the end of the day, I was feeling fine. Once I got home from school, I felt the normal churning but I kept the sensation suppressed. By the time I sat down for dinner, I was certain I would be able to accomplish my feat. I almost couldn't sleep that night. I had this excitement in my head that kept me awake, accompanying an increasing urge in poop. This was going to be my moment.

The following morning I woke up to stomach pain. I didn't really have to poop, I just didn't feel good. I tried my best to eat breakfast but I wasn't feeling that hungry. I tried to shrug off my uneasiness but I struggled to get myself together. After spending the morning feeling sluggish at school, I finally started to feel normal by lunch. I remember eating rather heavily at lunch due to my skimping of breakfast. After getting back to the classroom after lunch and recess, I had forgotten much of my plan and focused, rather, on the activity we were doing. I remember sitting on the floor and listening to the teacher when it finally happened. Two days of plotting, preparing, and waiting had finally paid off. I felt my stomach tense up, my intestines shove loose, and that firm push against the inside of my bowels. I needed to poop.

My plan relied on one simple element, I needed permission to go to the bathroom. I raised my hand slowly and waiting to be called on. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. And then, the most delightful of sounds breaks the air. The moment I had been waiting for was finally about to happen. "Yes" the teacher answered. I rose from the ground in a state of ecstasy. I made my way to the door and out into the hallway. The silence that surrounded me was heavenly. I am going to do this. As I reached the bathroom door, I was only moments away from doing the forbidden thing. Alas, the bathroom was surrounding me. I remember the quick moment of panic. Where do I go? Which stall do I take? I looked into all three. Each seemed to be calling out to me, begging for my approval. I first tried the large handicapped stall, only to realize they had removed the door latch. This wouldn't work. The first stall seemed to exposing in the off chance that someone would come in. The middle stall would be my choice. I felt the overwhelming excitement of moment. I closed the door to the burnt orange stall and carefully latched to lock. I stared down at the industrial styled toilet. The white porcelain bowl mounted to the wall, the metal pipe extending up from where a tank would typically sit, and the most fascinating element of all: the black, open front toilet seat. I turned away from this beautiful monument and began to undo my pants. I slowly slid them down to my ankles along with my underwear. As I lowered my butt down I couldn't help but remember all those warnings about germs, filth, and disgust. My bare skin slowly began touching more and more of the plastic seat. I had to push myself back as the toilet was taller than I could manage. Finally, I was firmly planted on the forbidden seat, about to commit the forbidden act.

I felt my body begin to relax. It was a natural position for what I was about to do. Years of muscle memory was telling my body exactly how to react. I was full of lust and wonder. Thoughts raced through my mind of all the boys who had sat on this same seat before me, doing the same thing as I was about to. I was ready for what was to come. But my mind was immediately jarred from that nirvana as I heard the bathroom door creep open. I froze. I was panicked. Shocked. My moment of sheer joy was over. My excited was immediately erased. Fear washed over me. I had been caught in the act of the forbidden. I heard the footsteps walk up to the urinals. I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down. I heard the faint trickle pee as it washed against the urinal. Ok, I thought, I can wait this out. But I couldn't. Just as I heard their feet start to shift I lost control of the moment. That large, two day mass inside me started to involuntarily make its exit. I felt my hole open up with a hissing crackle. The solid mass began to slowly snake its way out of me. I watched nervously as the feet made their way over to the sinks. There, staring through the crack in the stall, I see them stand there, and just above their line of sight, I see me. I was now that nervous, worried face peeking through the stall door crack in the bathroom mirror. Just as I thought they wouldn't notice, I catch the reflection of their eye staring back at me. Our eyes locked through the reflection. I wanted to look away, look down in shame, but just as the thought had entered my mind, my first turd fully released from my grip, falling to the waiting water below. My eyes briefly blinked as my sensation of relief manifested onto my face and I let out an audible sigh.

He continued to stare back at me through the reflection in the mirror. I couldn't gather why he was interested, and why he wouldn't just leave. He wasn't washing his hands. He wasn't drying them off. He was just standing there, watching me watch him. I was trapped. I couldn't leave the stall. I couldn't hide from his view. And to make matters worse, I had only just unclogged my impending eruption of poop. I felt myself clench up. I really needed to poop. I had to poop bad. It needed to come out. But I couldn't poop. Not with this person staring at me. Try as I might but I couldn't keep this up. I kept looking at myself in the reflection of the mirror and his eyes as he looked back at me through the same and I saw my face as I relented my defeat to the situation. I relaxed my hold and felt the next turd start to push its way out. It crackled more prominently as it flowed from my hole. Following it was a more gassy turd that hissed and popped as it flowed freely from my pent up bowels. My eyes nearly rolled back in relief of pressure, but not far enough to break from his persistent stare. Here I was, doing the forbidden thing, in the forbidden place, with an unwanted pair of eyes catching every moment. After I finished the intense first round of pooping, I had seemed to have lost his attention. He moved on from the sinks but didn't leave the bathroom. I pushed a few more turds with a few faint farts following. I felt adequately emptied when I reached over to begin wiping myself. Some of the joy of the moment returned as I pulled the cheap, single ply paper from the roll and cleaned myself to satisfaction. I pushed myself back off the toilet and reached down to pull my pants back up. Knowing my audience hadn't left the bathroom, I stressed about making my exit from the stall. I knew at that moment I would come face to face with the ever-so-curious set of eyes. I unlatched to door and walked from the stall to the sink. Without looking over, I started washing my hands. I felt him looking at me, but I wasn't going to look back. Once I finished washing my hands and turned toward to the door, there he stood, staring back at me, smirking with his lips. "Taking a poop?" he says to me. "Ah, yeah" is all I could muster from my mouth. I walked past him and left the bathroom.

Sure, that would have been enough to traumatize any kid to never wanting to go anywhere near a public bathroom ever again. But for some reason, later that night I couldn't stop thinking about it. There was something about that moment that kept replaying in my head, that still replays in my head. It wasn't him looking at me, it was me, looking back at myself. That nervous, worried face through the crack in the stall. That genuine concern of having to poop with someone lurking outside the stall. That feeling of being caught doing that forbidden thing. It evolved with me. It stood out. No, I wasn't ever going to be the shameless public pooper. I was going to remain that worried, nervous public pooper. That guy that's doing the one thing you're not supposed to do, in the place you're not supposed to do it.

I spent the remainder of my time in grade school never missing the opportunity to race off to the bathroom to poop when the bathroom was perceived to be empty. Sometimes I would get lucky and have someone come in when I was in there. A few times I got really lucky and got the opportunity to share the bathroom with someone else who was pooping. And other times I was able to poop without another soul knowing about it. Regardless, since the first time I had ever walked into a public bathroom and saw someone in a stall pooping, I've kept a mental diary of every occasion since then. My own personal treasure trove of memories that bring out the deepest, oddest, most rewarding personal fascination.

Til next time...


Carin

Closed off toilets at box store

The other day me and my friend Jody were bored. We decided to take a walk about 6 blocks, stop for fast food for lunch, then walk another 3 blocks to this box type of discount store. Because of the virus at the food place we could only by take-out. So we started our lunch by sitting on the curb near the drive thru. A manager told us that was illegal and ran us off. So me and Jody ate and drank our supersized drinks as we walked along a major street with cars and trucks buzzing by within a couple of feet of us. One guy leaned out of his truck window and almost grabbed Jody's bag of fries. That excitement caused her to announce she needed to walk faster because her shit was coming on fast. When we got to the store we both hurried for the closest bathroom. There were 5 toilets and about 5 or 6 ladies waiting. One had an adorable child by hand who was crying in pain. The 2nd and 4th toilets were closed off. I noticed the seat had been taken off the toilet, the door was locked from the inside and black garbage bags were placed over the door. So Jody and I gave up on sitting next to one another and talking while we went. And more people were reading the signs about the pandemic rules. Finally Jody ran for the toilet at the far end. I got the other end toilet. There were eyeballs on me as I sat and somewhat felt sorry for the others being inconvenienced. But I got done in about a minute and a half. I flushed and left with a smile at the lady and kid shoved by me. Jody took more than 5 minutes on the toilet and was flustered when she came out. Then she had to wait for a sink since the 2nd and 4th had been deliberately turned off. Both me and Jody hope these rules are not going to be used in the fall when we start the new school year.


Clog

I saw the mention of toilet clogs on here, so I thought I'd contribute a clog question. Has anyone ever had a complete sewer backup including your toilets? Our house had the biggest clog in history, and it was cleared not too long ago, thank goodness. We have 2 toilets, and when Mom plunged ours, the poop/etc went back into the other side of the line. Basicly, everything from the toilet all the way into the main sewer cleanout, and city pipes were all clogged with poop/pee etc. It turned out the real cause of the clog was both baby wipes along with butt wipes. Once after doing a soft poop during the clog and telling Mom, she bagged it up, and threw it in the dumpster. I didn't poop directly in the bag, so she had to skoop it out of the toilet first. Feel free to drop a response on this forum. Bye!


Amelia

my job has made me see some weird shi

so some back story. my job currently makes me hit the road a lot to close deals with clients and so i travel a lot during the year. so i have seen/heard some crazy bathroom experiences. here are 2.

the first starts off when i had to travel to kansas and was driving and i realized a had to take a big poop. so i found the nearest restaurant as i was hungery and decided to poop there. as i entered a young 16 yr old female flushes a toilet and it sounded clogged. as there was 2 stalls with the other in use, i went to go in there. there was 3 logs blocking and toilet paper clogging the toilet and it had no chance of going down so i waited for the other stall. this women was clearly pooping and was making groaning noises and was taking a few minutes. soon she got up and left the stall after flushing and i walked in. there was a few skid marks in the white throne and pulled down my skirt and thong. as i started to poop, it started to break apart and made loud plop noises in the toilet. soon a young girl walks in. she seems in a hurry and opens the other stall and immediately closes and waits outside for me to finish pooping. after a few minutes she knocks and says "can you hurry up please?" and i told her that i wasn't goin got be finished for a while so she walks in the other stall and sits down. after a few minutes i hear a few plops and some soft poo. she then gets up and flushes and leaves. after awhile my poop is starting to slow down and I'm now starting to have to push. then a girl walks in followed by another. The first girl opens the stall and closes it. she then tells the other girl that it is clogged and she is waiting for me to finish. the other girl walks in the stall and starts to have a wee for 30 seconds and unlike what i expected she doesn't immediately get up but sits there still. i let out a soft poo after moaning and she drops a turd. she then gets up and washes her hands. the other girl realizing i am not coming out anytime soon, she goes in the stall and immediately has diarrhea for a good 2 minutes. soon she wipes and gets up and I'm done and wiping and curious about the other toilet. i get up and flushed to toilet after two attempts it went down. i walked over to the other stall and was greeted by diarrhea on the back of the seat and 2 turds in the bowl with a mound of diarrhea.

another time i was in west virginia and was hungery and stoped at a local mall there. after eating 2 hamburgers my bowels were ready to be emptied. as i found a bathroom four young girls, all around 13 or 14 walked in before me. luckily there was five stalls so i took the last one. as i sat down i noticed the divider along the wall had a 3 inch gag from it and the wall and the tiled wall was very reflective. when i looked back i could see my neighbors on the toilet. i leaned back farther was able to see my neighbors butt and the toilet bowl below her. as i started to poop. i heard a few plops from the girls and leaned back and saw my neighbor pushing out a medium sized turd! as my poop was coming out slowly two girls got up after taking a pee. my neighbor was till pushing this turd and it finally hit the bowl and was around 7 inches long. as i concentrated more i pushed a long log out that never broke off and it was around 15 inches long and went down part of the bowl. as i new this was one of those perfect poops i sat there curious to what my neighbor was doing. i learned back and saw her push out a 4 inch log with a little pushing. she started to wipe and used 5 pieces of toilet paper. she soon flushed and got up to leave. the other girl sat there pushing and making a few noises from phishing until there was a loud thud as the log hit the bowl and the water was lower then normal so it was very loud. after 2 more small turds she was finished and wiped once and walked out to catch up to her friends. i got up and flushed my poop away and walked to that girls stall. there was a 20 inch log with 2 2 1/2 inch logs in there! it was HUGE. i soon left and headed out of that mall as i had been there long enough.


Catherine

Responses

Carlie B: Welcome to the forum! I share your love for large bowel movements! Would love to hear more from you! Because it seems to be a theme, are you taller than an average woman? I'm 6'1, athletic and curvy, but older - 39 years! Glad you are here!

Taylor T: Good to hear from you again!

Regardless Guy: What an awkward situation. But if you gotta go, you gotta go!

Love to all!

Catherine!


J

Beware of toilet cameras

This is a warning for all of you people

So a few months ago I was in school and was desperate for a poo all day I had diarrhea I often have diarrhea due to my stomach condition IBS

This particular day on my walk home I couldn't hold it any longer and so I went into the park toilets in my rush I wasn't careful just ran in slammed the door took down my pants and instantly sloppy diarrhea crackled out with farts it was very explosive and went on for quite some time having the worst poo in my life

Only when I finished and wiped when I flushed and because there was no toilet brush to wipe the mess of the bowl I got some toilet paper and wiped it off so it was clean for the next person to use when I done that I noticed a small camera on the under part and what seemed like a mile and there was a hole in the coat hook wich had one in to I got instantly scared and left my walk home consisted of worryes and stress who's going to see all of that is it going to get posted or why would someone do something like that and invade others privacy I was really worried about it and was getting quite upset

I didn't know what to do but I told my friend about the whole experience I the. Asked my friend for help in if he sees the video to instantly let me know about it so we can try our best efforts to get it took down

And finally a few days ago my friend found the video on ???? he seen my face in the video that's how he knew it was me the way he found it was just using the description of the events I told him and typing them into numerous websites with that type of content I done all this to but had no luck

The video had lots of Veiws and I'm mortified such a horrible event having diarrhea especially in public is embarrasing but it's even worse the fact lots of random people have heard it and literally seen it coming out

I'm trying my best to get it took down but don't know if I can I just hope no one in my school finds it

So people make sure you keep a look out for cameras check everywere the ceiling the coat hooks under the seat or the underside of the bowl because I would not wish the amount if worry and embarrasment I have felt upon my worst enemy's so please everyone be careful




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