Camping trip

I just returned from a camping trip with Jessica and her parents. Because neither of us had ever taken a shit outdoors, Jess and I had decided beforehand to cross that off our bucket list. When we got to the campsite, we were both desperate to piss-Jess was even holding herself as we ventured a short distance away from the site to find a decent place to pee as her parents unpacked, and my thighs were pressed together tightly. We found a large tree trunk laying on its side, and Jess moaned as she began to pull down her jeans and panties and seat herself with her ass hanging over the side-I wasn't far behind her as I saw a massive geyser of piss begin to gush out, which made my own need all the more urgent. I hurriedly undid my pants and sat right next to her, and I simply exploded. I laughed a little, lowering my head, and Jess said in a low voice "This is heaven... sublime!" and I agreed. We peed and peed, and she finished shortly before I did. It had to be at least twenty five, thirty seconds of uninterrupted pissing. I saw Jessica's mom approaching from a short distance, and she spotted us sitting next to each other. She greeted us, and sat at the far end of the log to relieve her own bladder. We all chatted idly as she peed, and by the forceful hissing into the dirt it sounded like she had to go pretty bad, too. We all went back to camp after, had a hearty dinner, and went to bed late, after midnight. Around 4:00 in the morning Jessica shook me gently awake, roll of toilet paper in hand. "I have to go take a really big shit-it's right at my backdoor and quite impatient." I sat up, and realized with some surprise that I needed to shit, too. I got on my shoes, and we quietly sneaked back to the fallen tree-I had a small garden spade with me, which I had brought to dig a hole so we could cover up our poop after. I began to dig a decently sized trench, about eight inches deep, and Jessica whispered, with some urgency "Oh God, please hurry Celine-I'm prairie dogging here" and I said back "I know, me too". My work done, I threw the spade aside and Jess pushed her boy shorts down to around her ankles, followed by her panties. I pushed my own shorts down and sat a couple feet from her. For a moment, we just sat there, not wanting to rush it-we had both deliberately not had a bowel movement in over 24 hours, and didn't want to strain ourselves or be too hasty. We both peed, and chatted and after about five minutes Jess leaned forward slightly and grunted softly. A crackling began, and she sighed in relief as I craned my head to look behind her-and my jaw dropped. What looked to be one of the biggest turds I ever saw began to slowly slide out of her. Thick, and smooth, and enormous. The smell was overpowering, and that seemed to spur on my own need and I put my hands on my thighs as my hole stretched wide. I grabbed my ass and spread my buttocks as wide as I could as a huge shit began to slowly creep out. Jess gave one final push, gasped sharply, and then straightened back up as I heard a massive thud. She pushed out another smaller turd, some semi-soft shit, and she was done. She put her head down momentarily, her breathing gradually slowing, and my own turd snapped off and thumped to the bottom of the hole. I grabbed the box of wipes I had brought with me, and gave some to Jess. She wiped thoroughly, and dropped them into the hole next to her gargantuan shit. I wiped, and then we both stood to look at our dumps. Jessica's was massive, at least sixteen or seventeen inches in length and quite thick-at its widest, it was as thick as a Coke can. My own was slightly smaller, but overall a lot thicker-it had struck the dirt and doubled over on itself. Jessica giggled and said it looked like a poop emoji, and I got to work shoveling the dirt back into the whole. We walked back to the camp, and fell back asleep quickly.

Friday July, 31, 2020


To Tyler C

Since you asked for me to put a name on my posts I will :)

Also your post about going pee in your pants in a walmart fitting room is wild. I have to imagine that happens more often than we think. Good thing you got away with it because that would have been real bad. I know there have been times myself where i was in the fitting room and had to go so bad but i never in a million years would have the courage to go in my pants in there.

Carlie B.

Hillary's BIG Dump

Hi all, a couple quick replies. I thought I posted these before but didn't see them go through, probably just forgot to hit send.

Taylor T: No, it's super rare. Only when someone who doesn't know what they're doing tries to flush too quickly in succession. I don't think it's possible for a properly functioning toilet to overflow just by flushing once. Even when it's clogged, I think they're designed to let in less water than would be required to overflow the bowl. It's why I was surprised the janitor made the mistake when he plunged my poo.

Victoria B: the plunger I have is this industrial one that kinda looks like an accordion at the end. I've found it works much better than the classic toilet plunger with the suction cup end. Those may be fine for small clogs, but the size of my turds warrant a more industrial tool.

Hi all, quite an eventful story to share from last weekend!

I've been reluctant to go at home given our toilet troubles, and I've been pretty irregular as a result.

I went for a hike with my friend Sydney. I don't recall if I've talked about her here yet, but she is another friend of mine who also takes large poops. She just moved back from working a couple years on the East Coast. We were good friends through high school but didn't stay in super close contact after that.

She moved back to the west coast and was now living with a close college friend of hers named Hillary, who also came on the hike. I went over to Sydney's place to pick them up because we had to drive a ways out of the city to get to the trail. I had never met Hillary before, but almost immediately began to like her. She seemed super fun and outgoing, and it was easy to see why she and Sydney were such good friends. I planned to take a dump on my way to their place at the gas station, but was running late and thought I should pick them up first. I had been holding for a couple days, and for obvious reasons didn't want to use one of their apartment bathrooms. I asked if we could stop somewhere on the way to poo, but Sydney claimed she was pretty paranoid about the virus and didnt really want to go anywhere in public. She suggested we pack a roll of toilet paper and just poop during the hike. I know some people on here have gone and even enjoy going outside, but the idea had always seemed pretty gross to me. I reluctantly agreed, hoping that I would just be able to hold it and go after.

I was relieved to see a small bathroom at the start of the trail. I didn't need it yet, but planned on stopping on our way back. Sure enough, about an hour into the hike, Sydney said she needed to go. As it turned out, Hillary did too. It was super quiet on the trail, but we still walked off the trail behind a couple big trees. I told them I didn't need to go that badly and that I'd hold it until we got back to the toilets at the trailhead. I would watch out for them and make sure no one was coming close enough to see them.

Sydney was super disappointed. Hillary has a similar look of disappointment. Sydney explained that Hillary was the only person she'd met who pooped bigger than I did. Sydney wanted a competition to see who could do the most. Even though it had been such a long time since I last saw her, Sydney knew me well and that I couldn't turn her down. The competitiveness in me couldn't resist.

Since I hadn't been in a couple days, I knew I was gonna lay a huge one. Even though Hillary is pretty tall, probably just under 6' and not skinny either, i doubted she'd live up to Sydney's expectations. Sydney on the other hand, was similar height to myself but in very good shape. She had lost a ton of weight since high school. Sydney ended up going first. She pulled down her leggings and squatted down. Even though we were close friends, I had no interest actually watching her go, so I and Hillary too turned the other way until she was done. After a few seconds, Sydney was done. She wiped a couple times and pulled her leggings back up. Hillary and I turned around and saw her log. It was quite huge, I would guess 12 inches or so, but more impressively thick too.

I was up next. Again, I didn't let them actually watch, but I squatted down next to Sydney's and laid my own. It was indeed massive. After a single wipe they turned around to look. Mine was almost the exact thickness of Sydney's but nearly twice as long. Sydney laughed and said jeez they're even bigger than I remember!

Finally Hillary was up. We turned around and after 10 seconds or so heard a LOUD crackle. And it went on. And on. And on. After what felt like forever it ended with a loud fart. Hillary chuckled and said oops and Sydney and I burst out laughing. She wiped and we turned to see. Holy. Shit. It was an absolutely enormous turd. It was a good 6 inches longer than mine, but also considerably thicker. It made my log, which was on the large end for me, look pedestrian in comparison. Not to mention Sydney's which now looked like a small child had taken it. Sydney and I had just taken very large dumps, and Hillrary's dwarfed then. There was certainly no difficulty deciding the winner, and Hillary playfully jumped and yelled in joy. After picking my jaw up off the floor, my head was full of questions for her.

After suffering an embarrassing defeat, we got back on the trail to continue the hike. We spent the next half hour of the hike talking about all things pooping.

Hillary said this was big but not too unusual for her. Like both Sydney and I, she said she's always pooped big. She played tennis through college, so my theory on athletes doing the most is backed up by her. She usually goes once every two or three days and never at home unless it's an emergency. Their apartment is connected to a public space with its own set of restrooms. Since they moved in, Hillary has been taking her dumps in their. According to Hillary, and Sydney backed her up, her logs are usually too thick to get down the hole, so instead of clogging the toilet, technically the toilet flushes just fine, except of course for the mammoth present, as Hillary likes to call them, left in the bowl for the next user. Plunging is unsurprisingly a nightmare for her.

Sydney shared that when they were looking for apartments, Sydney insisted they find one with separate bathrooms so that when Hillary needed to go at home, they'd still have an extra. I'll bet Lindsey and Hayley will have the same requirement if we move lol. Hillary objected, saying Sydney clogged her toilet lots too, but Sydney claimed hers were typically just a couple of plunges vs. whatever hell they'd have to go through up against one of Hillary's dumps. Luckily, it sounded like Hillary had been able to go elsewhere so far. While I am torn between liking and disliking being a big pooper, Hillary claims to love it. She says she isn't super shy about it and loves being able to take enormous dumps and thinking about others coming across them.

On the way back, we passed again by the trail restroom. Sydney laughed saying it's a good thing the three of us didn't use the toilets in there. She was right, the three of us would have destroyed that bathroom haha.

That's all for now, but super interesting to meet someone with capabilities more than my own! I told them I wanted a rematch before too long. Hopefully that one will be as fun as this one was!

All the best!

I like to shit
A while ago I visited a Victorian village museum. Very realistic and original. At the school I found a door which was open, inside I found a single seat outhouse toilet, it was a wooden platform seat with a bucket underneath. I wondered what it was like to sit there, I shut the door and lowered my shorts and knickers and sat on the seat, this action eased up my bum hole and I felt a shit coming ( unintended ) it slowly slid out and went thud in the empty bucket, no TP so I stood up and pulled my Knicks and shorts up, I looked around and saw a perfectly formed shit in the bucket, most realistic exhibit. outside, they then gotI left the scene, no skidmarks in kicks.
At a rail station ( no facilities except for waiting shelters.) I was taking train photos. A nice looking mum and young daughter arrived on the platform, mum looked distressed and went inside the shelter daughter just outside they got on a train. I then looked in the shelter and there was a puddle of piss in the corner.
Out for a walk in the country, the urge came over me, I found a tree lowered my shorts and knicks squatted down and leant against the tree and the shit came out, once again no TP so pulled up knicks and shorts had a look and two steaming shits laid there. Not been for two days so tomorrow STAND BY.


Longest Pee

Hi everyone. I went to bed listening to one of my favorite sound selections (it's a campfire not a fireplace oops), and thought of looking up the longest pee on ????. Some of the pee stories were amazing. One peeer went for 2 minutes. Another had to go real bad during a medical test, and peed so long that someone checked up on them. I'd say my longest was probably 30 seconds. I'm sure there's lots of impressive peeers on this site. Maybe you all can share stories? Bye.


Using poop as energy

To Mina: I haven't heard about that bus, but a few years ago I saw a documentation where someone ran a bistro where the fries etc. were made with bio gas from the adjecent toilet. So the people paied for there food with their poop. Wouldn't it be cool if we could motivate our kids to poop in the car to keep it going instead of searching for the next restroom some miles ahead?


To Shannon

Thank you for your response. I can only imagine the horror had you indeed had an accident in your bathing suit while swimming!
I continue to run but haven't had any actual accidents since my last post. I do try to poo before I leave the house, but more often than not my body isn't ready to go.
A few days ago, I came back from a run and did really need to poo and without much thinking I relaxed my anus and let a small log escape into my knickers. Then I went to the toilet to finish my poo, clean up in the shower and put my clothes into the washing machine. I don't know why I did that. I feel rather silly about it for I could have made it to the toilet.


Reply to Mike

Great to hear from you again . Enjoy your holiday ? I haven't had any pee or poop accidents lately . But don't worry I will have soon enough . I don't mean tonight . I hope we talk soon again . XXX . Eileen . I

Still camping in Norway. This morning I saw a van camper crapping in the bushes. Quite old woman with short grey hair. She was squatting low with shorts at the knees. When she had finished I saw she had left a huge load on the ground.


Reply to Gregg and long time readers survey

Hi posters!!! Thanks you all for your support and kind words, particularly Catherine and Shannon! It means a lot. I thought id post a speedy entry (mainly because im currently on the potty pooping and it made me think of this site haha).

Gregg: Hiya! I hope your not showing signs of IBS! :( I'm 26 and have been diagnosed with it and struggled since high school. A lot of times its no fun. But no, ive never really experienced nausea or vomiting from it but I regularly have bad stomach cramps. Often there's severe throbbing and the heartburn feeling except in my lower belly. I have IBS-M (it alternates between constipation and diarrhea, with some normal bowel poops in between). Sometimes ill be doubling over in pain and needing the potty when I felt okay a couple seconds ago. Alot of times ive had diarrhea or just really soft poop accidents in my panties when the cramping and everything makes it hard to get to a bathroom in time. So yes id say it can get unbearable at times, not always or even usually, and everyone is different!! Hope youre okay! :)

Now because they're really fun for me, long time readers survey!:

1. have you ever pooped during a wedding party (tell us the story)

Actually no, ive only been to one wedding party (my big sisters) and I didnt poop. It wasnt a long party thankfully.

2. have you pooped during sleepovers (tell us the story)

At almost all the ones i went to as a younger girl. No big stories, friends never made fun of me other than some light teasing about stinking up the place lol.

3. have you pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom (tell us the story)

With cleaning faculty just once. I was in college working on a project in the campus library when i excused myself to the girls room. I was in there a long time pooping. All the other young ladies have left while I was still in there. I was in the first stall to the door so my feet and panties at my ankles were visible. A custodian came in and asked if anyone was in right as I farted and let out a blast of poop! I was shy and embarrassed and told her im sorry and that id try hurrying. She said something "youre okay, sweetie take your time." She took her mop and bucket outside and was still out there when I walked out. I felt embarrassed and red but she just smiled and went in to do her cleaning.

4. have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly? for example outside at an open air party (tell us the story)

Hearing it absolutely, in fact more than not it seems. At my last job id usually take a least a poop or two every day. There were some bad days when my guts were really misbehaving and id poop 3 or 4 times. However we just had a large employee break room with a one person bathroom and I cant tell how many times i let loose in that bathroom. Sometimes it hurt because my IBS was acting up once as I was sitting around with two other girls, out of nowhere my bowels started twisting in knots. I jumped up without saying anything and ran into the bathroom and first released an extremely loud and wet poop explosion. I heard one lady chuckle and the other say to her with humor in her voice "uh yeah thats really gross." I was really hurt because i couldnt help it, but if i could hear conversations then they could deffinitely hear me pooping. Another time i was having several loud waves of diarrhea and i heard a lady say to everyone in the break room "wow I thought it took a lot to gross me out." Such comments always made me sad. Also ive got a lot of funny stories about pooping myself at this job if anyone ever wants to hear!

Seeing me hasnt happened as much. I had a flare up at a pool party and the potty was occupied. They gave me permission to poop in the dirt outside and i accepted. I tried burying with dirt the best i could. At another job i used to have, i knowingly pooped in a single bathroom when i knew that the lock was broken because I wasnt feeling too good in my stomach. I remember needing to go poop and predicting that id be walked in on because of the lock (and i was- twice, two ladies walked in to find me with panties around my knees, they both had a reaction like it stunk and apologized.

5. have you pooped in a club/disco (tell us the story)

No great story. In my younger slightly more adventurous days, some of my girlies from then brought me to something called a hookah lounge. I had to poop really badly, I remember being nervous because this wasnt my kind of hangout. Everyone told me to hold it because they said the restrooms were gross but i would've pooped myself if i tried.

6. have you ever pooped during family gatherings/parties (Christmas f.e.) (tel us the story)

At almost every family get together yes, which is usually holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas and we have a big meal together. I think every single one has led me to having to take a big poop after. Most are very plain, but one time i pooped in my panties at my grandmama's house on a thanksgiving. I was in high school, it was dark outside and I remember just playing with her puppy when suddenly it hit me and I started pooping everywhere! I hosed off outside and luckily i remember having a skirt on, so i slid my panties off, dumped the poop out and threw them in the trunk of my mommy's car. Somehow i never got caught!

7. have you ever heard people pooing in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror (tell us the story)

Other people, plenty of times back in school or at gas stations, and bars and restraunts. No great stories and not really looking in the mirror but washing my hands after finishing and i hear another girl pooping. Nothing big, everybody poops! More often ill hear other ladies clearly trying to hold it until everyone is gone. I wish everyone was comfy enough to go potty when they need to and feel a lot better.

Hope everyones okay and is happy and healthy!
-Shanna <3


Under the bridge

Hello all, first of all excuse me for possible bad grammar, English isn't my native language. Secondly I've been reading some posts for a longer time now and thought why not post one myself.

So this story happened like 4 years ago, I was 21 back then. I used to work out a lot and had a high protein diet, with lots of calories and I also drank weightgainers. In hindsight my coincidental massive (diarrhea like) poops where quite a logic result from the type of weightgsiner I took, because it had some ingredients which led to diarrhea among other people as well. But still, I dont poop very often, so the combination of that with coincidental poops and lots of eating, resulted in lots of urban shitting (mostly in bushes)

So, this one time me and my friends went to a big indoor swimming pool during the winter and at that time we, like many Dutch youth, smoked a lot of weed (I proudly quit with that for 3 years now). So before we entered the building we all smoked one joint each near some tunnel. I already felt extremely gassy on the way to the pool, which resulted in extremely gross protein farts in the car and also my promise to hold them (which added to the pressure). So during the smoking, my full stomach collided with the tabacco and I felt an extreme urge to poop right there and there was no waiting. So I quickly handed over my joint to my friends and told them I had to poop. They kind of laughed and said 'ye we could tell by the smell here'. So I gave them some lightly amused annoyed look and said 'here just take it, I'll be back soon'. So I was a little panicky and felt light because of the weed and the fact that there was no toilet nearby at all. So I took some step down from where we where standing and went beneath the tunnel and took my pants down asap. I took on this squatting position and I remember some rumbly feeling accompanied with a uncomfortable cold and followed by a loud fart. Then immediatly a big soft log came out and a LOT of mushy poop. It litteraly just kept comming, piled up beneath me and it was really hard to keep myself in the position I was. Then when I was done I stood up, felt amazing and looked at my creation. It was really a massive soft mountain on top of some huge soft logs. Also it stank extremely and because of the cold, steam was coming of of it. Well, after that i tiddied myself and went back to my friends and smoke the rest of my joint while telling them how awesome my shit was and that they should check it out, which they didn't.

So yeah, so far my first story here!

Alvast bedankt voor het lezen :)

survey answers

1. have you ever pooped during a wedding party
- yes I think it is natural to go pooping after all the food and drinks
2. have you pooped during sleepovers
- no
3. have you pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom
- unfortunately yes, I had a barrage of plops when the toilet lady sat on her chair waiting for other customers. I paid up and left with a red face
4. have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly?
6. have you ever pooped during family gatherings/parties (Christmas f.e.)
- yes practically each Christmas :-) we have huge dinners.
7. have you ever heard people pooing in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror
- yes it happens but it's mostly kids, they don't care


Covering up peeing accidents

I recently took my niece Annie and my boyfriend Tyler on a day-long pass to a regional fun park. Annie's just starting middle school but since I last child-sat her a couple of years ago she's gotten a lot more sneaky in covering up pee accidents. I don't blame her, I guess, because the fun park has over 100 rides and a nice beach and swimming area.

When me and Tyler take breaks to use the bathrooms we try to to find toilets that aren't that big and busy. That works OK for us and with one exception this last time, that means the toilets have privacy doors, and you don't have to wait 30 minutes in line for a 2 minute pee. Tyler, however, had a bit of a wait for his crap and said the longer wait was because some kids weren't being supervised in there and time was being wasted. He said a couple of boys used too much toilet paper in cleaning up, and then he had to get into another line because he didn't want to streak up his swim trunks. Unfortunately they are bright yellow and remained that way.

I let Annie take a couple of opportunities in front of me in the crowded toilet room but when she was two away from taking her seat, the dam broke. She was able to stop it after a half minute or so until she got her toilet. Then she finished it off. While she was seated she used a good amount of toilet paper to wipe her inner legs as she sat. While I was still waiting for my turn she flushed, walked by me and said she was heading for the logger. This is a roller-coaster type ride where your in a log and you end up finishing by splashing into a water pond. By the time I got out there she was on the ride and in just a couple of minutes she came up to me drenched from head to toe.
No evidence of her pee accident 10 minutes earlier. I was surprised that a few other riders were also in their swim trunks. Tyler and I were curious as to how many of them were covering up bladder bursts.

Tyler told me he's twice crapped his pants at school because the conditions are so dirty and there is no privacy and some bullying going on. Each time he takes his boxers off and throws them in the trash can. Then he finishes the day without them. So I reminded him that he's sneaky too. I don't know if or how well his parents count his underwear when they are doing the wash. Until he's caught he will remain sneaky too.


Circumstances for a Staged Accident

Shannon, Shanna and Trina,

I appreciate having this conversation, knowing we share this common "thing" for solid accidents. I want to be careful not to violate the forum's standards, because I do value the safe space we have here.

A few things:

1. When I am at home, in my routine, whether a work day or a day off, I will poop twice daily, almost always right after breakfast and after supper. We eat a high fiber diet, filled with vegetarian recipes and avoid processed foods. When we have meat, it's almost always fish or chicken.

2. I cannot resist the urge to poop. Once I begin to feel the urge to go, I can usually hold it for as long as thirty minutes, but I do not have the capability to suppress the urge to go.

3. Living with my family, especially with a soon-to-be three year old, I have little privacy.

So, it's really hard for me to create a scenario to truly have an accident without someone knowing.

When I've had accidents, these are the common factors:

1. I've been traveling and off my routine. I will have missed 1-2 normal trips to the bathroom.

2. The load is firm, and I held it more than thirty minutes, usually because of travel. And, I guess I could hold it, because it was firm instead of soft.

3. I was in reach of the toilet. Why is that? When I've read about other accidents, it's like we all hold it so long but when we get in sight of the toilet, our bodies think relief is near and just goes instead of finishing the final steps to the toilet!

4. Except with the accident with Alan, I had time to enjoy it. I didn't clean immediately, but gave myself a few minutes to bask in the sensations it created.

So, if I'm to ever have another accident, it seems that I may need to plan a trip by myself or something of that affect. I'm very introverted, so if I were to request of Alan a few days by myself at the beach or something, I think he would be OK. However, I don't think that will happen until COVID is past us!

I love my family, but I do miss living alone sometimes!

Shannon: I appreciate the kind words. I will think about it a little more. He's pretty sensitive and caring, even for a teacher/coach! Yes, he does seem to have an interest in my bathroom needs and I actually like that! I need to give it more thought! Also, I totally understand where you're coming from about not wanting to poop at work. It's completely normal to want that to happen at home. I really liked the story about the Chick Fil A drive thru! I have pooped in my car before, but it was an attack of diarrhea. Ugh! Definitely not the same!

Also, do you go daily? You seem to get the urge later in your work day? I hope to hear more from you. Thank you for the conversation!

Trina: Thank you for your kind words. I realize how blessed I am to have someone kind and understanding in my life. As I shared with Shannon, I will think about it. Thank you for sharing your story when you were a teen. I'm glad that know one knew. I was about the same age - 15, to be exact - when I had that first accident. Unfortunately, my parents knew, though they did not witness it. It caught me off guard how good it felt. I don't know how long I basked in the feeling, but it was unlike anything I experienced in my life to that point.

Shannon and Trina, would you both say that your solid accidents are larger than your normal bowel movements. I know mine were in girth and were a little more firm than my average poops.

Thank you both for this wonderful conversation!

All the best!



Wednesday, July 29, 2020


severe IBS?

Does IBS cause seemingly unbearable stomach pain, and nausea/vomitting? IBS patients and doctors please help


To Jasmin K and Abbie

Jasmin k: I understand your stuggle. I used to get the red pipe as you say, remember rectal prolapse with big turd.I now habe soft type 4 Bristol Stool chart. Maybe 3 at time. It can be beaten!

Abbie: your storys are great but sound like hard work. Have you ever had prolapse when constipated as discussed above? I find Squatting can help pass a rock turd as you describe.



funny bus

I found fantastic article on internet!

It says, in Bristol in England, there is bus which runs with turds of human being in engine instead of petrol or diesel. It is called bio bus. I don't know it mentioned in this site before or no. I can't find.

We laughed long time. We want to go Bristol and do lots motions there, to contribute this environment friendly bus!

Love to everyone


Phones and crapping length

Both me and my boyfriend Bennett are in our mid-30s and he's getting on me for taking my phone into the bathroom with me and therefore extending what he calls my "shit sit." There is some truth to it, I know, and I know the lengths of my sit were increased at places like school back in the '90s. Then I would get a pass, sit a minute or so for a pee, but take 10 or 15 minutes longer for my crap because I would find something interesting, read it and continue on and on totally forgetting that some of my teachers would record my total absence time from class or study hall on their ledger board. Mom was pissed when my math teacher brought up a couple of 20 minutes absences at a parent-teacher conference.

Now with smart phones the sitting time is getting worse. At our apartment, I will wait for Bennett to flush and come out of the bathroom before I go in and take my seat. That way he has less to complain about. He and I exchanged words a few days ago when he had peed and was done but was standing over the toilet scrolling over his phone. At a basketball game last winter at the arena, he was gone almost a half hour before the game started. He was on the toilet, crapping i guess, but got carried away with pulling up sports scores that I was about the go down and check up on him. He admitted he wasn't in a concessions line, but said he was having a difficult crap.
How many guys might have been waiting for him to vacate that toilet?

Recently also when we've been walking our dogs at the park he'll ask me to take Lady's leash while he takes a quick trip in. When I'm sure there's no one else in the guys room twice I've walked in on him and he's sitting shorts and briefs at floor level with his phone in his left hand and his cigarette in his right. He's as bored on the toilet as I am and uses his phone almost like an addict.

Both of us are pretty pathetic, I guess. If there was a line forming waiting for a toilet to open, both of us would be oblivious. But are we any different than the rest of readers? It's going to be a hard habit to break.


Have you Ever?

Hi friends!

This morning I had a pretty substantial bowel movement that was pretty thick, but broke apart in the middle, leaving two 6-7 inch long logs in the bottom of the bowl that were also about 1.5 inches thick. This is a normal sized doodie for me. The reason I'm sharing is that the last EIGHT poops all came out in one long soft log or snake. No breaks, cracks or additional logs or pieces. They were all pretty pleasant feeling. But I don't remember having that many consecutive long, single log poops!

When you think about it, have you?




constipated poop

When I was a kid, I used to enjoy pushing a turd out just slightly and letting it back in. I would do this over and over because I liked the feeling. I hadn't thought about that in years and years. I hadn't pooped in three days. I don't usually get constipated but I was this time. So yesterday, before my husband went to work, I told him to push a suppository as far up my rectum as he could. which he did with his long middle finger. A couple of hours later I had the urge to go so I plopped myself on the toilet and started to pee. I usually fart a few times while I pee but I didn't so I figured I was really plugged up. I pushed and grunted a few times and eventually I could feel a turd starting to move but only so far then it went back in. That's what reminded me of what I used to do as a kid. I kept pushing and pushing. finally it started to move. It hurt at first as the hard end of the turd started to exit my butt hole. Once I got past the painful part I could feel a smoother section of the turd moving out. The turd kept coming and coming non stop. I kept pushing because I wanted to see how long it was without breaking. If I stopped pushing my butt hole would close and cut off the turd. After what seemed like a couple of minutes it finally all came out punctuated by a series of loud, relieving farts. I wanted to see how big it was so I got up and looked in the toilet. That turd was over two feet long and almost three inches across. How do I know? I put on rubber gloves and carefully lifted it out of the water and onto a bunch of paper towels. I used a tape, the type you measure your waist with, and carefully measured my enormous curved turd. I decided to break it up and flush a little at a time otherwise the toilet would clog. after that I sat back down to finish my pooping which was somewhat uneventful.


Replies with a story

Hi everyone! I'm back with some responses and a story! I hope everyone is well.

Trina: omg your post described the feeling so well. You hit it on the head. There is just so much about the sensations that I find enjoyable and I can't help it. Thank you for your kind words about my posts! As far as doing other things before cleaning up, I definitely relate lol. I do that a lot. I really enjoyed your story! I live alone right now and there are times when I'm home all day and I have to go, but maybe I'm watching a show or maybe I'm working on something and I seriously consider just going in my pants since it happens so much on accident anyway, plus no one is around. But still, I always wind up just going to the toilet because I can't really get up the nerve to do it on purpose. More on that coming up.

Shanna: thank you for saying I seem sweet, that was very sweet of YOU :) I'm sorry you have IBS-M but I'm glad you have a good attitude about it. I wish I could say I didnt get embarrassed about pooping my pants. I still get very very embarrassed when people know I did it. When I'm by myself I dont get embarrassed but I do get paranoid about eliminating any evidence so no one finds out I did it.

Tyler C: I'm glad you enjoyed my survey. Thanks again for responding to it! I'm glad posting here has been therapeutic for you, it has been a nice outlet for me as well to talk about something that's a big part of my life but I'm too embarrassed to discuss with the people in my daily life.

Nat: hi and welcome! That certainly sounds like an embarrassing accident at an inopportune time. When I was in high school I also had a desperate incident while riding the bus and it resulted in me pooping my pants while walking home from the bus stop. It was actually my first real poop accident besides as a little girl. I'm really glad you had such a helpful and understanding friend there. I have a best friend who has always been helpful and understanding about my accidents. A few weeks back I posted a story about a time her and I were in Homegoods and I didn't make it to the bathroom in time. She was so sweet and helpful about it.

Tinner: I have heard a number of times about how running stimulates the need to poop and that runners having accidents is fairly common. Do you ever try to go before you run? I was on the swim team in high school and college and fairly often swimming laps would cause me to need to poop pretty badly. I'm very fortunate that I never had an accident while I was swimming. Ugh...can you imagine? I did accidentally poop in my bathing suit one time after college, I wrote about it here, and that was embarrassing enough, but I can't even imagine if I had had an accident in the pool. The whole thing would have to be closed and measures would need to be taken to clean it. I feel humiliated just imagining it!

Catherine: you are so sweet! I really enjoy your posts too, and thank you for asking if I felt better from my diarrhea accident the other day. I had to go badly once more during the night after that but I made it to the toilet that time. When I got up in the morning everything was fine. Also I found and read your story of the mushy poop while pregnant that your hubby was there for and it sounds like a doozy! i would have been so so embarrassed, i'm sorry that you got upset. i'm glad that Alan was such a helpful sport about it though. As far as telling him about your interest...that's a tough one. But by the sounds of it from reading your posts...maybe he will respond in a positive way ;) at the very least it doesn't sound like he'd be one to judge you or be disgusted. Let us know if you ever end up telling him! Lastly, I related sooo much to what you wrote about wanting solid accidents to happen again and thinking about staging a scenario where it could occur, but not wanting to go down the path of doing it on purpose. I like the feeling of both solid and soft accidents as well, but I really dont like the runny kind like I had a few nights back. They just dont feel nice like the others and make such mess!

As for my story, I wanted to speak to Catherine's ideas about wanting it to happen and sometimes considering staging the circumstances for an accident. Much like Catherine, it's an urge I have resisted because I feel like things would just get out of hand and I'd eventually be going in my pants even more often than I already do. I dont want all my undies to have stains, and I also dont want to be doing laundry all the time just for some soiled pants and undies. Also, I feel like if I start doing it more and more then I increase the risk of being embarrassed by someone finding out.

That being said, if I'm being perfectly honest, there have definitely been some occasions where I had a perfectly good opportunity to use the toilet but I didnt, then wound up having an accident. I never force it out or anything or actively resist going to the toilet, so I wouldn't really say it was on purpose- I just get careless sometimes and decide not to go to the toilet when I have a chance. This usually occurs at work. Like many people I am wary of germs in shared bathrooms so I tend to avoid it as much as I can except for peeing, which i can hover for. Cant hover long enough to poop though. So I will almost always try to wait until I get home, which sometimes means I mess myself in the car or while walking up to my apartment. I wrote a few weeks ago about having a relaxing poop in my pants while driving home from work, which would be one such occasion. Another time when I really had to wonder "did I just do this on purpose?" also occurred after work one day. I needed to go for a couple of hours and I had plenty of chances to go, but I kept saying "I'll just go at home", while being fully cognizant of the fact that I frequently can't make it home fast enough. When work ended, I headed to my car feeling fairly desperate, and it felt like it was going to be solid. I have to say that the thought kept crossing my mind that it would feel really good to just let it out in my pants and enjoy my ride home. But I tried to quell those thoughts and still held it in.

In addition to feeling fairly desperate to go, I was also very hungry for dinner and I really didnt feel like cooking because i was tired. I decided I wanted to stop for some fast food, but I figured I should get home and use the bathroom then go back out. That was the plan anyway... instead, as I was passing Chick Fil A, I just impulsively pulled in, and said to myself "if I dont make it home, I don't make it home..." By this point the feeling was very strong in my butt, and my reflex to lift my butt off the seat a little kept happening, and I kept farting, a common precursor to my accidents. I got in the drive thru line and ordered my food, then as I was waiting to move up to pay, i farted again but with it I started turtle heading. At that point I kind of realized it would be rather inconvenient to have a mess to clean up when I got home since i was so hungry and tired, so I fought to hold it back in. But the pressure was too strong by then so it just kept pushing it's way out against my control. I got shivers down my spine and everything, and soon gave in and raised my butt off the seat and let a long and thick solid turd push it's way fully into my pants. It was such a relief! I got lost in the moment a little and got honked at because the car ahead of me had moved up and I was just sitting there pooping my pants and not paying attention, lol. Once it was out i sat back down and felt the firm load squish against my butt. It started to stink really bad in the car, I dont know why but to me I feel like solid accidents smell the worst. I got a little paranoid that the drive thru worker was going to smell my accident when I got to the window, but there was nothing I could do about it so it was what it was. I moved up and paid, then as I waited for my food, the rest of my load wanted out. Since my undies were already messed, I just relaxed and let a substantial amount of softer poop fill up my pants even more. I was actively pooping as the girl handed me my food and I must have had a funny look on my face, plus I was sitting up off the seat and leaning forward, so she gave me a look like "what is with you?" I finished pooping myself before I pulled away, then sat back down and felt the rest of the load squish and spread out beneath me. It felt so warm and cushy under my butt and I was just sitting there secretly feeling pleased and relieved. I pulled out and drove home, where I laid a towel over my living room couch and just sat down in my poopy pants, and I ate my food and watched a show before I went and changed myself.

That's all I have for now! Thanks for reading my posts! I hope to hear from you guys again. Until next time,


Victoria B.



I only have time for a few replies today but next time there'll be a story about a lucky find that had me looking a gift horse right in the mouth!

To MJ: I'm not at all ashamed or embarrassed to sigh or moan when I'm going. It's all part of being human!

To Taylor T.: So sorry to hear about your mom! I hope she recovers! At the same time though, I'm glad that you can isolate and have separate bathroom facilities that you can use. Welcome to the Golden Plunger Club!

To answer your question I seem to do most of my farting off the pot, believe it or not. I'll sometimes let a zipper fart fly during a pee but if I need to poop I'll get most of those farts off, if any, before I'm undressed and sat down. Every now and then I'll rip a nice one during a big dump though!

To Taylor: Long time no see; glad to have you back! To answer your question, yes. My periods were extremely disruptive to my pooping schedule, quite heavy and very painful. It was to the point where I was prescribed birth control years before I'd ever slept with someone for the first time because it made them slightly less awful. A few years ago I made the switch to a hormonal IUD and because of it I don't have periods anymore-whatsoever! It's one of the best things that ever happened to me, no matter how much it hurt when it was put in!

Next time, a visit to a portapotty!


We have been camping in Norway for over one week now. I think most of the group (all I presume?) have experienced how it is to poop outdoor. We don't talk about it. I don't think that I have even heard it mentioned in the group. Too embarrassing for everyone I guess. But it is obvious to everyone what happens. When you see somebody walking alone away from the tents you may be pretty sure that he (or she) is on the way to find a place to poop. Most of us (even the women) pee just behind the tent, but when in need to poop all walks well away. As I wrote a week ago I experienced to be walked in on the first morning. Luckily that was not anyone from our group that came by. Neither I have walked in on someone from our group, but yesterday morning I walked in on an unknown woman squatting. I came by just as she was about to wipe after leaving her load on the ground, still squatting with shorts at the knees. I think we both got surprised and she said (in Danish) oh, excuse. I responded the same way and we both set up an embarrassing smile. Later on the day I walked direct in on her and her husband when shopping in the village. Obviously we both recognized another because automatically we both said "hi" with a flushing smile. Immediately I heard her husband asking if she knew me, and she said no. As I could hear it was not further commented! In the shop she was a typical ("average") middle aged (50-55?) tourist. Nobody would imagine that she just a few hours before had been squatting to take her morning dump just behind some bushes at a nearby surfing beach. No doubt any more that even stylish women poop!! Later in the afternoon I saw her at the beach surfing. And this morning I also spotted her walking into the back bushes. Certainly I did not follow her!

Tyler C

12 Dollar Accident

To Nat: Good first post! Ayu sounds like a really good friend. I look forward to hearing more of your stories.

To Sera: What an unfortunate series of surprises. Although, I guess the person who sat in that seat after you ended up getting quite a surprise themselves too. LOL

To the unnamed commenter who always replies to me: Someone else is leaving posts without a name, now. Maybe I should think of a nickname for you. I promise to tell that story from when I was 19 pretty soon.

This is an incident that happened a little after I turned 14. I went to a local Wal-Mart with my Dad to buy some groceries. For those of you outside of the U.S., Wal-Mart is a popular superstore chain that sells a wide range of different items. When we finished and went to load the car, it turned out that we locked the keys inside. We spent the next 15 minutes or so trying to pick the lock. While this was enough of a dilemma, I had my own problem developing. I had to pee. I kind of had to pee earlier, but it was the kind of situation where I could have waited till I got home. It was only a 15 minute drive, but now that we couldn't get in the car, I knew it was probably going to be a bit longer.

Unfortunately, we couldn't get the door unlocked, so he had to call a locksmith. This meant it was going to be an even longer wait. I figured, "No problem. I can just use the bathroom at Wal-Mart." I told my Dad what I was doing and I headed inside. However when I got to the bathroom, they were out of order. This Wal-Mart was being renovated at the time, so the bathrooms were closed for that week while they got renovated. So, now I was worried because this Wal-Mart wasn't connected or really even near any other stores. It was at the end of a somewhat long road at the bottom of a hill, so there was no other place I could have walked to use a bathroom. I figured I'd have to tough it out.

I walked back out to the parking lot. My dad said that the locksmith wasn't set to arrive for another 7 minutes. I figured I could wait that long. I ended up spending the next 17 minutes pacing around trying to hold my pee. That locksmith should have came 10 minutes ago. It didn't matter anymore, it was past the point of no return now. Even if he came, I knew I couldn't endure the 15 minute ride it takes to get home. My pee was going to come out soon whether I used a toilet or not. I was annoyed. I knew what embarrassing act that meant I was inevitably going to have to do. I was going to have to wet my pants in front of my dad and everyone in the parking lot just because the stupid locksmith couldn't show up on time. I really didn't want that to happen, but what else was I going to do? With no toilets available, my pants were the only logical alternative, right? Before I excepted my humiliating fate, I suddenly came up with a crazy plan. If any of you have read my story from when I was 10 and the plumbing in my house was broken, this may sound kind of familiar.

I was right, no toilets meant that my pants were going have to be my toilet, but that didn't mean I couldn't have a spare pair of pants to change into. I told my Dad that there were some pants in the store that I really wanted to buy and I needed some money. He said "Okay" and gave me $20. I rushed back inside and picked out some pants in my size as quick as I could. I ran to the front of the store to pay. There was a small line and I ended up standing in it while using every ounce of strength I had to not grab myself and do the potty dance in front of everyone. I got to the front of the line after a couple of minutes. I think I had already dampened the front of my underwear a little bit. It wasn't enough to show on my jeans though which is good because the cashier was a cute girl who was just a couple years older than me, and it would have been super embarrassing if she was talking to me while I had a little dark spot on my crotch.

Now came the fruition of my plan. Instead of leaving, I went back to the clothing department and went into a fitting room stall. I went in, closed the door, put down the bag with my new pants in them, and took off my shoes and socks. I was going to take off my underwear and use the pants, but before I could even manage to unzip, pee started forcing its way out of my wiener at full force. It was bliss. Relief at last! I was having the accident I knew I was inevitably going to have, but I was having it in the privacy of this fitting room. I took a look at myself in the full body mirror as I was doing it. I watched it cover my whole crotch area and work its way down my left leg and part of my right getting into all the little wrinkles in my jeans along the way.

Just then, my phone started ringing. I answered it as I was still peeing. Luckily, it didn't get wet. (I probably should have taken it out first.) It was my dad calling to say that the locksmith finally arrived. (like 25 minutes late!) I told him I was almost done and I'd be right out. I finished drenching my pants just as I hung up. I stripped off everything from the waist down and used the dry parts of my pants and undies to wipe up my legs and my private parts. I also tried my best to wipe up the tile floor. I didn't want an employee to have to do it. I may be a pants wetter, but I'm nice. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized how silly I looked while wiping up my pee with my wet pants while being on my knees half naked. The whole situation was pretty crazy. I put on my new pants without underwear, stuffed my soaked clothes in the bag, and left the dressing room.

The plan was a complete success. I got to have a secret accident in a public store and no one knew about it. I went out to the car and put the bag in the trunk with the rest of the groceries. I showed my Dad the new pants I was wearing. He asked how much they cost. I told him $12, so he told me to give him the change. At this point I realized that I left the money in my pants as I peed in them, so the money was probably wet. I explained to him that they were in the pants in the trunk and he told me I could just give it to him later. It's a good thing he didn't force me to get it. I wouldn't have been able to explain why his money was covered in urine. When we got home and I finished taking in the groceries, I just gave him $8 out of my piggy bank, and I threw my clothes in the washing machine.

So that's how I got away with using my pants and undies as a bathroom in a Wal-mart fitting room, and all it cost was $12.


Grunting to poo

MJ- As someone who often struggles with constipation I quite often have no choice but to grunt when I'm having a poo. I do try to avoid doing it in public as it is a bit embarassing to be honest but sometimes its the only option, as Jaz K said school was a good example as quite often I would get the urge for a poo mid morning, some days I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it until I got home so I would have no choice but to go on the toilet during lunchtime. When my constipation was bad I knew I'd have to spend ages on the loo pushing really hard which meant I couldn't help grunting, like you said Jaz that was really embarassing when I first started secondary school as no-one else seemed to poo at school, but luckily after a while I started to use some different girls loos and quite often I could hear other girls trying to have a poo and grunting and straining as well so at least it wasn't just me!! After a while I didn't really care who heard me, in fact quite often I'd be on the loo at school needing a poo but having a wee to start with and there would be a girl next to me weeing too, once I'd finished my wee I would just start pushing for my poo and once the girl next door heard me grunting I would hear her start to strain as well! To be honest I think at least some degree of constipation is normal amongst school kids, probably a combination of poor diet, not drinking enough and putting off the urge, so I guess it was pretty normal that I wasn't the only one finding it a struggle to have a poo!!



When I woke up today I already felt I was about to have a huge bowel movement, I just din't know how big. I had a big breakfast yesterday, and also today. As I was finishing it up had my coffee. As soon as I had the first sip I started to have urges. By the time I finished it, I really had to go, and walked over to the bathroom and sat down with my phone, expecting it to be a long sitting. Just for fun I weighted myself on the scale before. Now I had a super full feeling and really wanted it all out, but only a few farts came, the urge almost went away. I only had to wait a few minutes for it to come back with full force, and my hole started to open up. I got this nice but scary feeling of loosing control as it came out. It quickly picked up speed and everything came out in a matter of a few seconds. It felt so good. I waited a bit to see if anything more would come out, but no. As I stood up my eyes widened. I had produced an absolutely massive bowel movement! It didn't feel so large as it all came out so fast without any struggle or so. Some very hards parts was visible under a mountain of softer stuff. I wiped and flushed, and when I stepped on the scale a again it was -0.7 kg! Wow, I'm not even that big of a guy so that's like 1% of my body weight. O.o

Hope you have a nice day everyone and happy pooping!


Uncontrollable Farting Update

I hope everyone is dooing well and having some really satisfying sessions on the toilet (or wherever you choose to go!).

A few months ago I shared that I have been struggling to control flatulence. Someone shared on the forum to try Kegel exercises and I have been doing them religiously. So far, so good! Even if I feel a large amount of gas coming on, I can at least hold it until a convenient time to pass it. So, if you are still reading, thank you!



long time reader

another poop survey yaaaaayy

Hello boys and girls another pooping survey because we all love them so so so so much!

1. have you ever pooped during a wedding party (tell us the story)
2. have you pooped during sleepovers (tell us the story)
3. have you pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom (tell us the story)
4. have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly? for example outside at an open air party (tell us the story)
5. have you pooped in a club/disco (tell us the story)
6. have you ever pooped during family gatherings/parties (Christmas f.e.) (tel us the story)
7. have you ever heard people pooing in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror (tell us the story)

My answers:

1,2,3,5 = no
4. I once had to poop during a family gathering + friends, it was a rather large happening, I was still a kid. As a kid I pooped with the door open, some women had to use the bathroom and after some minutes she annoyingly asked me how long I was going to take. I was so embarrassed, who just stands there watching (ok I should have closed the door though)
6. see story above
7. yes one time I was looking in the mirror when I heard the most disgusting diarrhea in the stall behind me. Turns out it was a classmate. I never said anything about it but he was shyness that is for sure.

Due to the corona-situation there will be no real vacation on me this summer. I therefore enjoy myself with reading my notes in the diary from last summer, when camping in Sweden and Norway together with my boy friend and some other friends. We spent the nights sleeping in tents in the wilderness. Some of the notes concern the toilet situation (or more correctly, the lack of toilets). I smile when I read them. Some examples here (Translated from Dutch):
-(on a popular mountain path at 11:00am): Well, now it had to happen. Had to go to toilet. Now way around doing it in nature. Behind some dense bushes, squatting with my bare ass. Luckily nobody saw, I hope. My first outdoor poop! A bit embarrassing but easier than I had expected.
-(on the same path at 14:00 lunch-break): Went away from the path to take pictures of the fjord from above. Just down the hill I spotted someone pulling trousers down behind a stone. It was [one of the boys in our group]. Yes, it really was! I recognized his t-shirt. I was polite and did not take a picture. Withdraw so that he could squat in peace. Obviously he did not notice me.
-(some days later early morning at 05am in the mountains): Woke up at 05:00. No doubt. Had to go to toilet. Great movements in the belly after three days with nothing out. Luckily nobody others awake. Went down a slope and found a safe spot behind a rock. Finished in less than two minutes. Completely restored after leaving almost 50 cm of waste.
-(some more days later at lunch time): [My boy friend] went away to go to toilet. When he came back he was quite upset. He had been walked in on by an unknown camper, FEMALE!! He has never ever let me see him go to toilet! Why are boys so embarrassed about pooping?
-(some more days later in the evening): Going to pee. Spotted [boy friend of my best friend] behind a bush. Shorts at the feet. Wiping his butt. On my way back saw that he obviously was a bit constipated. Had left just hard lumps. Poor guy.
If of interest I have a few more. But now enough for today.

I have been camping in the woods with my parents. We all had to poop in the woods.


Had to go at work

Yesterday one of my worst nightmares happened: I had to go #2 at work. Lockdown has made it difficult to find free time in the house to go with nobody around to begin with, but yesterday I didn't get chance to go at all and then had to go to work. About 2 and a half hours before the end of shift, I literally felt it there in my stomach and knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it. It was coming.

We have no staff toilets, and one of the urinals in the guys' toilets is taped up due to contamination, so I knew if I went in there I would end up having somebody waiting, which I REALLY didn't want. So I decided I would use the disabled bathroom. Looking around, I saw that the disabled bathroom faces several peoples' desks, so I knew I only had a couple of minutes to go before people figured out what I was doing.

So as nonchalantly as possible, I opened the door and locked it behind me. The toilet wasn't great, with a blue seat that I could see splashes of what I hoped was water on it. I wiped the seat down but I knew I wouldn't have time to put paper on it or it would take too long, so I hurriedly lowered my pants and sat down. It was quiet for a few seconds, and then my stomach churned and I pushed. Because I was nervous and rushing, it all came out in one big rush accompanied by a fart that I hoped nobody could hear from outside, and it STANK. I hovered off the seat with my legs quivering and flushed it so that I wouldn't get splashed, then sat back down and immediately began rolling off paper. I glanced down between my legs and saw there was still pieces of it floating, and the water was stained yellow still from the first flush. I winced a bit, hoping it would all go down the second time.

I didn't feel like i was completely done to be honest, but I knew I had already been about a minute or so. So I started hurriedly wiping myself a few times until I saw there was nothing on the paper, then hurriedly stood back up, flushed it again and, after it all went down, came back out of the door and shut it behind me quickly to keep the smell in there. Nobody seemed to suspect anything, and nobody went in for the next 15 minutes, thank GOD, so I went back in and peed and flushed again. When I went back in, all the smell was still there and it was awful. But I had gone enough that I could wait to get home to let the rest of it out. Honestly, still such an uncomfortable experience! Ugh.. I wish we had staff toilets at the very least.


Had an interesting experience

I was out in the back yard doing a bit of tree trimming--I was underneath the tree which gave me complete cover from any neighboring houses. I was wearing little enough that it was easy to pull my penis out--but it turned out to be hard to actually urinate while continuing to work on the tree. My bladder didn't want to let go. (I hike, I have plenty of experience with urinating in the outdoors--the problem was trying to do it while doing something else.)


Diarrhea at a friend house

Hey guys! It's Johnny again with a new story that happend three days ago. One of my best friends invited me and other 2 boys to sleep at his house because his parents were in holiday and he was only with his brother.. wich nobody knew were he was going every night.. or day because he was never home. We met in a park near his house and my friemd told us that he was out of money and he didn't have basic things like bread, potatoes or toilet paper. We bought them and went at his house and I started to cook some fried potatoes and sunny egs (I cooked because I didn't trust them to cook). I finished the food and as I washed some dishes they put potatoes in their dishes.. for me remained the ones from the bottom of the boul wich staied a lot of time in oil(and my liver is not a very good firend with the oil). Anyway we did what we did and we got to sleep at about 7 am in the morning. At about 10 I was hitted by a pain in my belly and I knew I had to shkt veeery bat and that it could be diarheea. I went to the toilet and as soon as my ass hit the boul a very creamy shit started to flow out of my butt for about 2 minutes. As I finished I looked in the toilet and it was full of all types of shit from hard to watery. I wiped my ass with the toilet paler I was insired to buy the day before and I wend home shortly after that.

Hope you liked my story and I'll write other ones soon

Taylor T:

It's certainly not the usual way people make friends lol. Jess is really sweet, and I could sympathize with her fear of pooping in school. But now she's much more uninhibited about taking a shit in a public toilet, and we've gone together many times since-later today, we're going camping with her family for a few days and we made a pact to shit in the woods together, since neither of us have ever pooped outside, although we both once went to piss behind a dumpster on the way home from school because we were both absolutely bursting. I'll be sure to detail our buddy dumping in nature when I'm back from the trip.


Responses and More

Taylor - Yes, the time standing still feeling is one of the exciting parts. Have you done it before? I can't find your story, maybe I missed it. Which page?

Catherine - Thanks for your response, you capture it so well. You say you're not sure about telling your husband or how he'd react, but it sounds like from what you said in your story about your accident after the football game a while back that he may be pretty understanding: "He told me how it made him feel. In short, he was very attracted to me in such a vulnerable state. He was not grossed out, as we did what married couples do when we got back." I wish I could find a guy like that!

Last time I told about my latest accident, so I guess this time I should share the first time it happened I can remember liking it. I'm sure it maybe happened when I was younger than that, too, but I vividly recall this one.

I was 16 and it was over the summer. I had a friend nearby who had a pool and some of us who were friends would go over there and swim most of the day, lay out in the sun to tan, goof off, etc. This particular day it was after lunch and I really had to go to the bathroom, but one of the friends' cute brother was there, too, and I was embarrassed to go with him around so I held it. After a while, an hour or two, it was getting real bad. I had to frequently swim to the side of the pool "to rest" with my back to the wall and cross my legs and clench every muscle to keep anything from coming out until I could regain control and then act normal again. I did that a few times before I started to realize I couldn't keep doing that much longer and succeed. I also still didn't want "to go" at my friend's house with the cute brother knowing, so I decided my only option was to walk back home. I made some excuse about needing to go home earlier than usual for some appointment and carefully and quickly as I could got out of the pool, dried off, wrapped the towel around my bikini-clad waist, grabbed my duffel bag of dry stuff, and started walking home, all of my pelvic floor muscles clenched tight to keep holding.

We lived kind of in a rural suburb, where people owned 1 to 5 acres of land, so houses were spread out and some parts were pretty wooded. I walked on the edge of the dirt road towards my house, desperate to go, but there was just enough traffic usually that popping a squat on the side of the road was no good, and I didn't want to go into the woods because, well, snakes and spiders and bugs and stuff. So I had to make it home, which was about ten minutes walk away. I made it a few minutes before my need was like a 9.9/10. I felt some pee escape and some drops dribbled down my legs under the towel, but I was already damp from swimming anyway so it hardly registered, and I found it didn't bother me as much since I was already wet and besides, who has never peed in their swimsuit, right? Still, I couldn't let go and pee without also pooping, I knew. I kept walking and kept leaking here and there until I was about halfway home when it hit me.

I knew instantly that it was too late: my body started tingling, I felt a cold sweat break out, my abdominal and bowel muscles kind of cramped, forcing me to stop walking and bend forward slightly and sort of squat a little, and I couldn't stop myself from pushing. The thankfully solid poop hit my bikini and started pushing it out at first, then the resistance from them grew stronger as they stretched and forced me to push harder. I felt like a baby filling its diaper. I kept pushing and kept going, the hot, crackling mess growing and spreading until finally the last of it was out of me and I realized pee was pouring down my legs and splashing onto the dirt road and my feet. I just stood there and finished for about 30 seconds. At first I was shocked and embarrassed, but nobody was nearby and I had a towel wrapped around me, so it wasn't visible. Nobody else was home. Nobody needed to know! I got away with it! And it kind of felt... nice... all warm nestled there in my bikini, and the relief was amazing, and the sensation when it was coming out was so different and unexpected...

I walked carefully the rest of the way home, but my bikini was tight enough to keep it all safely contained. I got inside, took a look in the bathroom mirror at the giant bulge and laughed, carefully dumped it out, jumped in the shower and washed myself and the bikini bottoms and they came out perfectly clean with no stain at all somehow. Winning!




Shanna: Thank you for your kind words! You're sweet too! I look forward to hearing more from you!

MJ: I don't usually grunt, but my husband thinks I have a cute sigh or exhale when I'm pooping. It does not embarrass me one bit!

Love to All!


Anna from Austria
Question to ladies. What was your most embarrassing poo desperation moment? Was there a moment when the people in your surroundings noticed that you really had to go?

I was lucky in that regard. Although I am not really good at holding my bm back, I start to fart quite fast I am not going to the restroom really fast after I feel the the pressure at my backdoor, I have always made it to the toilet in time.

But there was really a bad moment when I was 19 when I went to University right after finishing school.

It was the day I arrived at dorm. Had a big cup of coffee before I arrived Back then I was not drinking coffee on regular basis so I had no idea what big effect coffee could have had on my bowels but I learned this lesson rather quick.

Some girls welcomed me at the dorm and showed me my room. Then they showed me everything around the compound. While walking the coffee kicked in and my stomach started to rumble quite audible. One of the girls then said well sounds like it is time to show you were the bathroom is.

Unfortunately the next bathroom was at the gym of the dorm in the locker room.So we entered the locker room, said hello the girls and I went to the empty stall, to do my usual loud and smelly poop.

At first I was horrified, was really embarrassing to met new people and the first impression you give this people is listening to your noisy poop.

But unlike at school where such a scene would cause quite a stir and some people would it funny, the university girls did not say anything.

A stark contrast to my school where some teenage girl considered pooping in public as funny. Never understood why.Everybody has to it, and everybody is lucky enough to wait until home.

Anyway that is my story for today.

greetings from Austria



To Eileen

Hi yes it was good to have some time off work thankyou could do with some more really how is things no real memorable toilet visits recently how about you?

To Carin: Hey! I'm so happy you liked my post, I'm sure my mother wouldn't have known if I didn't use a seat cover but she would've been mad if I did. Even at home she wants us covering the seat with TP when we sit down on the toilet. She just doesn't like it when skin touches germy surfaces.



My poops last week were imperceivable by smell due to a cold. They were soft, and semiformed. Some poops were gassy,too. My nasal ability took some time to start coming back, but on the bright side, it made me really appreciate my poop consistency. I also love hearing my toilet drain as the wastewater running down sometimes makes a sort of metallic sound after it rushes out of the pipes behind the wall. To Sherryl: I love your poop story! I bet that was fun pooping over the railing of your porch. Your story was so good, that I hope you do more amazing poops like that. Bye

Hi peeps, Celine I read your story about you and Jessica just flat out fabulous, I would love to have a buddy dump with you too , and Mina and her friends so much love with friends. I remember this past weekend, I was sitting on the toilet at Blair house in her room with my shorts and string down at my shins just plops away and after I got done she will take her poop afterwards we clean our bottoms in the shower together and get redress and her handsome older brother Colin was around, that I feel so much better around than Dean , I feel like Colin is more on my level who will love me for me though he 20 going on 21 but I can say that he truly is a heart of gold

Wednesday, July 22, 2020


Idea for Audrey

Have you thought about pooping in your sleeping bag?



Carlie B: I'm always impressed by your description of the size and girth of your loads! Congratulations on the hotel upgrade. So, I guess it's true that App updates aren't the only things you download to upgrade. Way to download that brownload!

Victoria B: It is so hot and humid here! Thank you for thinking of me!

Taylor: I saw your response to Trina. Again, it makes me feel better to know that I'm not alone in this. Thank you for sharing.

When I've had an accident or a really large, firm bowel movement, like those Carlie B and Victoria describe, it's usually because I'm irregular due to travel. When I'm in my routine, living life, and doing my thing, I have my to large, voluminous doodies daily. Mine are usually thick and substantial, but soft. So, the accidents have happened when I have a lot of stool built up and when it's really firm. The pressure to go is intense, along with some cramping sensations.

If it ever happens again, I promise I will share!

Love to all!



Response to MJ

Hi MJ! I wanted to answer your question. Honestly no im not embarrassed about grunting when i go poop.ive just taken it as a way to let go of some frustration when taking a tough poop. Ill also do it if i need when im pooping in public restrooms. I usually just let out sharp and short but tough grunts and groans when im struggling with a poop and i usually let out a few moans and whimpers after im done until i feel better.

Recently i was pooping at a friends house. She was in her room which is next to the restroom and i had to go use the potty. The walls arent very thick and i heard my friend laughing when I let out a loud crash of poop. I wasnt paying too much attention but I got back to my friend and she said she thought it was funny hearing me groan and whine after poop came out.

Catherine: Thanks so much!!! You seem really sweet. I love your stories and always look forward to reading them!

Taylor: I hope youre okay! When im having my monthly, my poops tend to have the same consistency but I feel much more pain and cramps when doing it.

No new stories from me, can't wait to see your new ones!!
-Shanna <3

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