Last summer I went surfing with some friends at a remote beach where we stayed for several days. We lived in camper vans and some camped in tents. The parking lot was about 100 meters from the beach. On the opposite side of the beach there was a dense hedge. Behind the hedge there was an open space with some small hills. That was where everybody went to toilet because there was no ordinary facilities. I think everybody felt it embarrassing because it was impossible to hide. We just had to pull down and squat behind a small hill or just back of the hedge with no guarantee not to be spotted. Everybody tried to be polite and walk in another direction when spotting others back there. Piles of poop was behind the hedge and every small hill. Mostly I think the campers burned the paper. As days went on we started to call the area the "bombing field" and joked that we had to avoid the "landmines". I do not know how many I saw going to toilet during the period we stayed there, and neither how many that saw me in my most private moment. But at least I learnt that everybody does it, even nice girls and mature women and men. For several days we had a polite mature British couple as our neighbours. They obviously had a toilet in their van, but instead of using it both of them went to pee as well as poop outside. The British woman once went direct in on me when I was squatting. She just smiled and went further with her roll of toilet paper!
The other day I had just finished breakfast when I felt that I needed to have a poo. I made my way to my bathroom where, after pulling down my pyjama shorts and panties, I sat on the loo. Following a quick wee I only needed to push a minimal amount when I felt the log start to move down my rectum and out of my arse. It kept coming out and coming out and coming out without breaking and there was no splash when it finally finished coming out of my arse. I was utterly amazed by how empty I felt so stood up and looked into the bowl. Inside was a turd about 15cms long and 3cms wide. Not only was this one of my longest continues poo's but it was one of my quickest. Sitting back down I wiped three times before flushing and redressing myself.
Covid/Pandemic SurveyHow has the Covid/Pandemic impacted your use of public bathrooms:
Not really, but I'm careful in washing my hands vigorously and then some.
Have you been able to avoid using them? How is this done?
Do you use public toilets as frequently and as freely as before?
My college is closed down and I'm back in my home town. But I'm gone more with my babysitting business.
Do you use a disinfectant product to wipe down the seat with?
Once or twice I have, but otherwise no.
If you are having a difficult crap, will you lower your mask for better respiration?
My craps are fast and soft but I'm not seated that long. But I have lowered my mask a few times when I'm sweating in the heat and peeing in a portable toilet.
Do you use a liner between yourself and the seat as a precaution?
No, but my mom and grandma swear by the practice.
Are you relying on the squat position more than in the past?
That would be tougher for me. I'm 21 but a foot and a half shorter than most of my peers.
Do you look in on several toilets available before carefully selecting the one you will use?
That I am doing more, but I often don't have a choice that can be made.
Do you have direct contact with a toilet seat, privacy door, flusher?
If not, how do you avoid it?
I have contact with the seat and privacy door. I'm starting to use toilet paper between my hand and the flusher.
Do you wash or double-wash your hands and/or bring your own soap or disinfectant?
Yes I'm spending longer washing my hands. I will switch basins to get hot water, something that I previously didn't do. I also carry a bottle of disinfectant with me.
How have you seen other users react to the conditions today?
They are taking more time in washing their hands. Moms are going into the stalls and wiping down or papering the seat for their kids. More people are carrying the disinfectant products they've purchased. Also, I've seen a couple of people use one finger to open the exit door to the bathroom rather than using their whole hand.
Saturday, August 08, 2020
I Hate Porta PottiesTo Steve: Nice to finally know your name. Yeah, I couldn't believe I was doing it as it happened. Putting the plan together and buying the pants happened so fast that it barely even occurred to me how crazy the situation was until my pee was already coming out. Here's that story from when I was 19 that I teased in Shannon's poll.
In community college, I was part of an extracurricular program. There is a county festival that happens every year in my town, and about two years ago it happened and I, along with some other members of our program, were sent as representatives to promote our college and our program. We had a small booth set up with pamphlets and small items, like pens and stuff, with the college logo on them. There were four of us there, but only two people needed to sit at the table at a time. So, we took shifts sitting there and talking to people and while off shift we could get something to eat, visit other booths, watch the bands playing, and of course, make visits to the toilets. The problem was, the only toilets they had were porta potties which I hate to use because they're disgusting, but I'm a big boy. I peed before I left, so I should be good... right?
It turns out, I didn't anticipate anything coming out of the back end. The event started around 10:00 a.m. and by noon I was already feeling some light cramps. I resisted the urge and it seemed to go away after a bit. I got to take a break around 1:00, and I went to get a hot dog and watch one of the bands. As I was doing that, the need started to come back. I tried to ignore it again, but it got stronger. I knew I wasn't going to make it through this day without letting my load out. The dilemma is, what's worse, using a stinky, gross porta potty, or going home in a pair of lumpy, brown underpants. I guess the former is technically more preferable, but it still didn't mean I wanted to do it. I actually got in the line for the porta potty, but then backed out. I convinced myself that I could hold it all day, but I was lying to myself.
My break ended at 2:30, and I went back to the booth. How was I going to meet and greet people with a smile on my face with a huge load trying to push its way out? I didn't know, but I guess I was just gonna have to find out. At this point, I was sat next to Julie, a cute, brown-haired, blue-eyed girl I had sort of a mini-crush on. It wasn't like a big crush or anything, but the fact that I was getting desperate to poop while sitting next to her made me extra nervous which only exacerbated my need. Barely anyone was coming to our table, but when they did, I let Julie do most of the talking because I was not doing great. My next break was at 4:30. I checked my phone, there was about 30 minutes left in my shift, but my underwear wasn't going to stay clean for that long. I could feel it peaking it's way out of my butthole.
I decided to put aside my pride and go to the porta potties. I turned to Julie to tell her I'd be right back when before I could open my mount, by sheer coincidence, she told me she was about to go use the bathroom and she'd be back in a few minutes. What are the odds of that?! I told her I needed to go, too, and she actually offered for me to go first, but I wanted to be nice, so I said that she could go first. It was a decision I regretted almost immediately after I made it. She went off, and I knew I just screwed up. I tried to calm down and tell myself that it was only going to be a few more minutes and that there was a possibility I could still make it in time. Luckily, no one came to the booth during that time. While no one was looking, I slipped some napkins from my lunch into the back of my red boxer-briefs just in case you know what happens.
After about four minutes, she came back and said, "You can go now." So, you'd should mean everything was good, right? She was letting me go to the toilet. There was just one little problem... I didn't have to use the toilet anymore. I had already turned my undies into a toilet. I was so embarrassed! It happened so fast, I was sitting there, thinking I could make it when I noticed that there was something warm and gooey in my underwear. As discretely as possible, I reached back and felt the back of my jeans and sure enough, it was a long, firm log of poop. It shocked me so much, that I let a whole lot more out. It didn't make a lot of noise and I don't think it smelled too much, so no one in the nearby booths noticed. I was actually just finishing up as she came back.
Now, the issue was how to make my way to the porta potties without anyone noticing. This wasn't like when I was 15 and had a sweatshirt to wrap around myself. Julie sat down, but I still hadn't moved. After a moment of awkward silence, she said, "Didn't you have to go? You can go." I just said "Oh yeah, I'm gonna go now." I rocked around in my chair a couple times to make sure the bulge was as flat as possible. I got up and walked away as nonchalantly as I could while trying to hold myself together. I looked back and Julie didn't seem to notice and neither did anyone else. My jeans were sort of baggy, so I guess they didn't outline my poop too much. I was really surprised it didn't smell too much. The event was crowded enough that as long as I didn't draw attention to myself, I'd be fine.
I got to the nearest porta potty. It actually was cleaner than I thought it would be in there. Luckily, the napkins helped keep my undies mostly clean and I was able to still use them. I was able to carefully toss the napkins and their contents in the toilet hole. Unfortunately, my whole butt was covered in poop from when I mashed down the bulge, so clean up took a bit of time. I nearly used the whole roll of toilet paper wiping the mush off of every inch not just my butt crack, but both of my butt cheeks, too. Just to make sure I had no further problems, I also peed. I got back to the booth and try to act like nothing happened and nobody questioned me, so I think it's safe to say I got away with it. I was still kind of shook up by the whole thing, though, as I came very close to being caught.
outdoorsI live near a place where many folks go for a run or walk and every time I venture from the path into the bushes I see toilet paper and lots of it, some of them with dirty stains on them. It amazes and surprises me how many people do their business in nature.
With the amount of paper I see one would think you see people coming out of the bush in droves but I have never seen anyone there yet I take daily walks myself.
I can't help but wonder who these bush poopers are. Runners, walkers, cyclists, fishermen? Who knows. In their defense when you gotta go, you gotta go...
Hey people what does your poop look like usually?
Mine always comes out in smaller soft chunks (not constipated hard chunks), rarely in one long piece. No matter what I eat or do it is never like that. I always wish to have nice firm logs but I don't.
It always takes me up to 10 min or longer to finish. The first parts come out after a minute or so just before or after a pee, after 5 or 6 minutes often some more soft chunks plop out and when I feel done there is often another bit of pee.
Because I often take so long I can never go at work. I really have to schedule it in the day. I'm jealous of people that go in and out under 2 minutes, it's fast and they go as they please and not everybody knows they just went for a poop.
What can I do to prevent painful poop? My bowel movements often seem to rip me open as if I poop needles, it stings that hard. I'm always happy my stool is a bit looser so that it doesn't hurt.
I didn't have this problem when I was a teenager, it stresses me out as pooping is supposed to be one of life's biggest enjoyments but the last couple of years it has often been hellish.
I suffer from ulcerosa perhaps that has something to do with it? But I have that for almost 20 years now and it only became a problem recently.
On our way to North Cape I saw a male MC-driver (German?) walk away from the road with a roll of toilet paper in his hands. His wife was standing at the cycles talking in a cellphone. Shortly later I spotted him squatting among the stones, the racing dress pulled down and his bottom bare. No doubt that he was answering the call of nature. Just look even tough guys poop, I joked with my husband. He finds such things disgusting and hates if he has to do it himself, which he has had to do a couple of times on this trip. But he should have died if anyone got to see him in such a situation. I am more relaxed about such things myself and I have pooped outdoor almost every morning on this vacation.
Later PoopOn Saturday I pooped that morning before breakfast. I farted earlier in bed loudly signalling a poop was coming on. It was a moderate amount just like today's. I did today's poop after making brownie flavored milk using that microwaveable batter you make in a jug. Lol, I just mixed it in my milk and ate it cold. Maybe that batter gave me the poops today. Since I didn't write Saturday's poop the day of, i remember it as being noisy, too. To Ronette: I love your park toilet story. Too bad Mikel seems a little poop shy. Hopefully he'll get over his toilet shyness soon! After that onetime exciting poop earlier, I ended the day listening to my pal Violet in lullaby mode. Bye.
Reply to MikeHi Mike , great to hear from you again . I'm at home , it's 12.30 a.m. Monday morning . I'm sitting on the toilet and I've been sitting here for the last 20 minutes or so . I've peed and I've managed to squeeze out a couple of hard , solid pieces of poop , one a 3" piece and the other is a 2" piece . But there's still some more to come . It's proving very difficult to squeeze out . As I don't know how much time it will take to get everything out , I think that the best thing to do is to update you next time we talk , ok ? Good night , sleep well , bye for now .xxx
My sister's bathroom memoriesMy sister Kimber is a sophomore in high school. I was cutting the grass the other afternoon and I told Kimber I was going into the house to use the bathroom. It was about a 2 minute piss and when I walked by Kimber and her classmate Stac they both looked at me, smirked, smiled and Kimber said something that caused Stac to laugh her head off
You see during my first week at the middle school I wasn't very confident about going to the bathroom at school. I got hassled by older guys standing at the urinals about the size of my "unit" and whether I was able to find it. Others started to talk that shit too so to avoid it I decided to take a toilet, sit and piss that way.
Since I hadn't shitted at that school yet, I didn't fully comprehend the challenges involved. Like no privacy doors. Like a choice between a toilet stacked high in the bowl with the shit of several that never flushed. Also almost every toilet was dripping with piss because no one wanted to simply flick the seat up.
With older guys bumping me in the crowd as I was looking carefully at my choices, I found the best of the bad seats, dropped my jeans to knee level, put myself on the seat, and my piss couldn't have waited any longer to start. One freshman stuck his middle finger up with me and as I tried to look away, three of the guys were shoving one another, slapping backs and staring at me in unison. I felt some moisture on my inner thighs and when I looked down I couldn't believe the dumb thing I had done.
I had a pee ring almost the size of a bowling ball in my white briefs. I quickly lurched up, yanked them down and took my seat again while the piss was still in progress. Luckily the tardy bell rang and the boys ran out. One of them was Stac's brother and she had now just told Kimber about it and that's what they were laughing about when I was inside the house.
Not only was I tardy to class, but I took my briefs off and threw them in the trash. Then, too, that caused more attention to me as we were dressing into our gym shorts later in the locker room. For several days after that Kimber teased me and threatened to tell our parents.
comments & stuffTo: Celine great story it sounds like both you and Jessica had great poops.
To: Carlie B great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
ResponsesTo Taylor: Since I shared that post I have not had a single bowel movement that has been one continuous log! So, I know that its rare and that's why I was amazed that I had eight consecutive ones! Most of the time, even if I have one long poop, there will be a few, what I call, aftershocks that I have to poop out. So, it was just really weird! I hope you are well and enjoy your posts!
To Audrey: Thanks for the comment, but my accidents are unintentional. But, yes, they felt amazing and I am fortunate that I was not humiliated by family. And, thankful that they did not happen in public!
To Andrea: I don't know if this is the same thing, but I love the feeling of having to go! Hope that you will post more!
To Shannon, Shanna and Trina: Alan and I had a wonderful conversation about pooping that I hope that I have time to share this week! I think you'll like it, as I was amazed by his understanding and support. I just don't have time to post today. I hope you all are well! I am grateful to have this conversation with you!
And, just wanted to say hello to Carlie B, Victoria B, Mina, and Taylor T (I hope your mother is better!)!
Love to all!
Under the tree, round 2This time I was harvesting. It was still very hard to tell my bladder it was ok to let go while I was hunting for fruit, but at least once I got it started there was no further problem.
For Taylor and CatherineTaylor - I'd love to hear your accident story if you'd be willing to share! As for doing it on purpose the FAQ says we can't talk specifically about that.
Catherine you asked: "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."
Yes, probably so, from holding them longer than usual. I tend to hold it sometimes anyway, but an accident is almost always the result of holding longer than usual for some reason and thus maybe a bigger load, so to speak!
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Very close call!Omg I narrowly avoided a major embarrassing moment today. As usual I was needing to poop while it was late in my work day. It was bad enough that I planned to go at work and wasn't going to tempt fate trying to make it home, but I was holding because there was a bit of a crisis unfolding with an important customer's order and i was working with 3 other coworkers to get it sorted out, and it was time sensitive. I was really working my hardest to hold on and suppress the urge so I could focus and get the situation fixed. But then I accidentally farted, and it definitely smelled, though luckily it wasn't loud so no one could attribute it to me. But it was just a sign of things to come. The alarm bells started going off in my brain telling me an accident was imminent, so I started to feel panicky. I realized I had no choice and was going to need to excuse myself, and just as I was about too, I began turtle heading. My heart practically started jumping out of my chest and I quickly said "I'm sorry I will be right back" and I turned to rush to the bathroom. I felt it poking out and starting to push forward and I just started pleading with myself to make it and NOT have an accident at work. I squeezed my cheeks as hard as I could and just felt an ominous squish between them. I felt my face flush hot as I burst into the bathroom, got in the stall, ripped my pants down and flew onto the toilet just as a large, long rope dropped into the bowl. I looked down fully expecting to see a stain in my underwear but miraculously they went unscathed. My butt was pretty dirty though and it took a lot of wiping. But man, what a close one. Obviously since I'm so accident prone and I spend a lot of time at work, having an accident at work is a major fear/concern that I have. Its just super embarrassing to think about because people you see everyday would know about it and surely have things to say behind your back. That fear was almost realized today but thankfully I made it in the nick of time.
Anyway I just wanted to pop by and share that real quick. I'll have more replies and a story next time when I have more time to write!
Porta potty poopHey!
I've finally got some free time so here's my story!
About ten days ago I decided to go for a run during a free afternoon. I live in a part of the US that is very distant from any major bodies of water and that means that it gets brutally hot as well as bitterly cold. On this particular day the heat index was at around 102 degrees (about 39 degrees Celsius) but my cabin fever from isolation and social distancing was so strong that I just had to take off and run. I made sure to get properly hydrated and then I changed into running clothes: an orange tank top, red booty shorts and a black thong from Parade. That detail about my choice of undies will unfortunately become relevant later.
It was like running in a sauna. The air was so thick that I could have cut it with a butter knife had I stuck one in the waistband of my shorts. I had to make sure to pace myself and slow down from my normal speeds as I was already dripping with sweat after what the app on my watch said was my second mile. It was at about that time that I started to get a familiar urge. I'd already pushed out two large logs in a two-flush poop that morning but my body was telling me that it was ready for round #2.
The trouble was that I was deep in a residential neighborhood, it was the middle of the day and going up to a random stranger's house while dripping with sweat and knowing that I was about to blow up their bathroom was too mortifying to contemplate. The pressure was building and I ripped a couple of big farts while mid-stride. I didn't know what to do or where to go but I was about to poop my shorts and ruin one of my favorite thongs when I suddenly spied a porta potty outside of a new condo building! A safe port in a storm, conveniently colored in two shades of brown!
I was lucky enough to have come across this particular porta potty on a day where nobody was working so I immediately walked in, locked the door and put the lid of the black seat up before tearing my bottoms down and throwing my naked buns onto the gray porta potty tank. If it was a sauna outside this place was like an oven. I could feel the sweat on the seat as I took my first push and erupted with soft serve. It just kept coming and coming and I was very thankful to be doing it into what I judged was a newly emptied tank because otherwise the smell would've been enough to make me pass out. It was raw in there!
My butthole stung a little bit by the second load of mush but the feel of relief and thankfulness for having found a place where I could safely poop and relieve myself overrode any minor discomfort. My bladder released during the the third big push and the feeling of hot pee coming out of my vulva combined with the alternating feelings of fullness and release inside my butt was so pleasurable that I let out a soft moan. It was like the feeling you get standing in pouring rain when you just let go and stop caring. I felt so much better!
For about a minute after I was done pooping I stayed seated, closed my eyes and alternated between savoring how my body felt and preparing to let go and continue my run. It was only then that I looked at the toilet paper holder and gasped in horror upon being greeted by two empty brown cardboard tubes! Someone had cleaned the porta potty tank without checking on the TP sitch and putting in fresh rolls! I was trapped in a porta potty with a dirty butt and an empty toilet paper holder! My choice of underwear on this particular day came back to bite me in the ass with a vengeance-having a thong on meant that not wiping with something was totally out of the question. I also wasn't very interested in having more sweat make its way into a dirty buttcrack.
It was time to make a decision. This was an emergency situation and there was no alternative. I needed to say goodbye to my thong. Sighing, I took my shorts and undies all the way off and grabbed the thong from inside the shorts. I then used it to wipe, both front and back, using the waistband to dry the pee and the front of the thong to clean my butt. It worked well enough that I felt ready to continue the run. I threw the dirty panties into the blue chemical water of the porta potty tank and imagined the reaction of the next user to such a sight as I stood up and pulled my shorts over my now-naked behind. Sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I continued my run for another few miles before heading home, showering and ordering a replacement for the thong I was forced to leave behind!
Has anyone else ever had to improvise after pooping and being stuck on the pot without TP?
Stay safe, socially distance/use a mask and do a big one for me. I love all of you!
Catherine: I can totally understand your situation with family all around how it would be tough to stage an accident without having to be genuinely embarrassed. If you ask me, though, it's a blessing in disguise because I currently live alone and I really struggle to resist that urge at times if it feels like it's going to be solid. But like I said other than a few times where I may have casually taken my time getting home, I've never really done it on purpose, so so far so good lol. If I may be so bold to make suggestion for you, though- maybe kill two birds with one stone? Stage an accident in front of Alan and find out how he really feels about it. Like playfully accuse him of liking that it happened to you and see how he reacts. Haha but it's easy for me to suggest it since I won't have to do it. To answer your questions, I go at least once a day, sometimes twice, but I don't have a very consistent diet. Living alone I get a lot of takeout for lunches at work and wind up doing so for dinner a lot too, but I do eat a good amount of veg from what I do get. I also eat those hello fresh meals that get shipped to you already prepped and those are pretty good. Anyway it tends to be later in the afternoon and evening when I go. Occasionally I also go when I wake up in the morning, depending on what I've eaten, but its honestly a bit of a wild card. That late afternoon one is a constant but I get surprised here and there. Also I would say my solid loads are more substantial. I think because they tend to be loads that have taken more time to accumulate? Does that make sense?
I have to say Catherine I was getting excited just thinking about you taking a trip by yourself lol! Sometimes I wonder if I should go on an adventure when I really need to go and just let nature take its course, but I don't really need to since it happens anyway whether I want it to or not...
On that note I was trying to think of another memorable story thats fairly unique and not just going in my car after work. Considering what I just boldly suggested to Catherine about Alan, I figure I can share a time when I had an accident in front of my SO. I shared early on here that I am interested in women but its been fairly wishy washy depending on who I most recently broke up with tbh, so this happened at a time when I was with a guy. I had to be about 26 at the time. We met for his lunch hour and had lunch in the afternoon, then went our separate ways for a few hours, then met right back up after he get off work so we could go to dinner and a movie. Two big mistakes were made. 1. I ate A LOT at lunch and dinner plus had popcorn and m&ms at the movies. 2. I never went home for my afternoon poop.
Needless to say by the time that movie was over, ya girl had to POOP. I was way too embarrassed to admit that to him and didn't wanna be in the bathroom too long and be obvious so I somehow convinced idiot me that I could make it home. I didn't even make it out of the parking lot! I was sitting in his car and I just realized it was about to happen, and I panicked and just kept telling him to stop. He stopped in the back of the lot and I got out and tried to walk back to the theater to get to the bathroom, but it was no use, I started to poop my pants. It wasn't solid but it wasn't runny either, just little soft bursts that kept squeezing through my cheeks and filling up my panties little by little. He kept asking me what was wrong and I just yelled for him to wait for me and I kept walking towards the theater, even though it was pointless because I was already going in my pants. I didn't really know what my game plan was at that point so I just walked to the theater and stood there helplessly for like 3 minutes while I finished messing my pants then I walked back to the car. I motioned for him to roll his window down and when he did I swallowed my pride and said those lovely 4 words I find myself saying far too often: "I pooped my pants".
He was very taken aback to say the least. I had to tell him 3 times to convince him I wasn't kidding. This was INFURIATING because I had once warned him specifically when we got together that the more time he spends with me the more likely it is he's gonna see me poop myself. then he tried to say he would get me a Lyft to go home! Didn't even want to drive me! I cried and then he felt bad and eventually drove me home. We had other problems besides his attitude about that accident and didn't last too long after that. That is one of the more upsetting accidents I've had. It was very soft and just made a big mess and the timing was bad, I was very embarrassed. I always knew he would be a jerk about it if I had an accident and it turned out I was right.
My story about the accident I had at the public pool when I was 23 from one of my older posts was also with an SO. that girl who also didn't respond well to me having an accident. I haven't done it in front of any other SOs besides those two so it's disappointing they were both so turned off. But the past is the past. My best friend, who I've written about too, has always been sweet and understanding and helpful. i'll share a story involving her next time.
Wednesday, August 05, 2020
To EileenI have a story from the other day when I needed a poo at work which is something I rarely do but I felt the need to go and thought it would be better to get it out since I hadn't been since the day before and we were in to the afternoon
I went in pulled my pants and underwear down and sat I began to have a wee whilst I started to push. It took quite a lot of effort for it to move slowly it crept out of my rear and hurt a bit I was expecting a splash but it was so large that it was in the water whilst still inside me , finally it broke of I got up wiped a lot of times and there was blood on the paper I looked in the toilet and my poo was around 10 inches long so it's no wonder I was sore I flushed the toilet leaving a small skid mark in the pan and went back to work
Speak soon xx
AudreyI'd do the sleeping bag on the last night. Sleep bottomless and do all your potties through out the night in the sleeping bag. Don't do the enema they can make you sick if done wrong. I don't think I have a story about having the poops in a hotel room. I do have 2 questions for you.
Have you looked for your old training potty?
And would you ever want an STP device?
Park ToiletsThis summer I've been getting more child sitting jobs. His mom has gone back to work so I have him for much of the day six days a week. Mikel just turned 5 and will be starting all-day school in two weeks. Before we leave his apartment and turn off the TV I make him go into the bathroom. He doesn't come out until I've heard a flush, but then I think he's pulling something over on me. He just doesn't want to spend much time in there. That's especially the case with his poos.
So we walk (sometimes I carry him part of the way) to this large park that is about six blocks away. There's an awesome playground, large pond with all kinds of ducks, and several food trucks come by with lunch and ice cream. An hour or so after we get there and he gets bored with one playground and wants to walk to another, he usually says he has to poo. I don't mind taking him into the ladies room but there's no privacy. There's just three almost antique toilets attached to a wall. No privacy whatsoever. They are sizes for adults, too much for smaller children Mikel's size.
So after I help him boost himself on the toilet, his energy doesn't go towards pushing his poo out, but rather up and down, sliding back, pushing forward and so much nervous movement that that he's managed to get his underwear and shorts tangled under his shoes. A few times I've been holding my pee in and by the time I get my seat on the toilet I have to hope I won't have to stop my pee to do something like pick up the toilet paper he can never seem to hang on to, and worse yet, use effectively to clean himself.
When my friend Becca is along, she is able help with Mikel. But both of us are wondering whether we're preparing Mikel well for school starting soon. Since his mom doesn't take him out much, it is kind of like Becca says; we are his teachers. We're definitely not high school students with all the answers.
To Bianca and AudreyI'm one of the girls on here that loves to wipe with baby/wet wipes. It feels so refreshing and I just feel cleaner than I do with toilet paper. I pretty much have wipes on me at all times as I go pee and poop in the woods or just outside in general, a lot.
Audrey- I think you should poop in the plastic bag and as a prank, put it outside the entrance of another tent lol. Can't wait to hear more stories about your time at camp.
Thanks for your response.
Anyone have any good thanksgiving or bbq poop stories?
Sunday, August 02, 2020
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
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
Tile UrinalYears ago i was in a relationship with a guy who had a laundry room in his basement and one wall was tiled, and what he would do is he would use the wall as a urinal. I thought it was a little weird that he did that but i didn't mind, after all it was his wall to pee on. There was a drain nearby in the floor, so the pee would just trickle down the wall and down into the drain. I guess he figured it was easier to pee there than to go all the way upstairs. So i guess it made sense. One thing he did do that was a little more weird though is he not only used it himself, but he also would let his buddies use it too. I guess he had no problem letting other guys get their pee all over his wall. And they would all just do it like it was a normal thing. I don't know, to me it was strange, but i guess to each his own. He was a good guy, sometimes i wish i was still with him, but we were two very different people.
To EileenHi yer it was good thanks just to relax and not have the stresses of work look forward to hearing your toilet antics and also nice to hear from you too speak soon xx
WipesI haven't pooped yet today (I've done some farting though), and I'm thinking about what my next poop will look like. A bunch of carrots were eaten with my lunch today, so I'd imagine it will look orange. I guess I didn't eat enough to poop today, but since Mom is off tomorrow, I bet I'll go after my breakfast. I know I've said I poop once a day, but just like with everything else your not perfect. Also, I'm enjoying butt wipes again after my poop! They're moist, and wonderful. Since these can make the loo trash stinky combined with used TP thrown in, I always check the fullness of the bag. Today, I decided to go to the dumpster to toss it as I do from time to time. Hopefully there's others who also love wiping with wet wipes after a poop. It's the next closest thing to a beedeigh to me. Bye.
Today's StoriesToday the water was off for a while. Once after I peed, I had to let it sit, because I flushed my soft poop earlier. Luckily, the pee didn't have to sit long, and I was able to clear the toilet. Not to long ago, the breakfast tacos I had for dinner told me to get my poop chute clear. I had diarrhea that time, but it was still a nice poop. I guess the spices in the chorizo made me need to evacuate quickly. Regardless of the cause of the minor reason, I love poop surprises when it comes to consistency. Earlier this week on Naked And Afraid, some people got consstipated. I never found out the results of most of the group, but one member had to medically tap out due to a fecal impaction. I hope he turned out ok. Due to the amount of pain he was in on the show, I imagine getting impacted poop out hurts! Hopefully his pain was managed well enough to make the poop removal bearable. Anyway, bye.
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Long time readers survey answers1) Have you ever pooped during a wedding party?
Yes. This happened twice during the past two years. Being in college, several of my older friends are engaged and getting married. Both times this was at a large hotel ballroom during the reception. Several drinks and a couple of days without a crap signaled a restroom break for me during this Frankie Valli song about a 1960s party. I went into the nearest bathroom and as fast as my heals would take me. Once the two pee-ers ahead of me did their thing, I quickly went in, yanked up my dress, tore my thong down and dropped onto the lower-than-usual seat. Within seconds I blasted the big one out. On the second occasion, at the same hotel, about two weeks later, I asked for cuts in the line because I had two or three times my share of the free liquor. Once seated, my bowels erupted too and I felt so satisfied. But I felt bad about telling the young girl in front of me it was just for a fast wee. She gave me a dirty look when I came out. And overall, I wasn't seated long.
2) Have you ever pooped during sleepovers?
Two or three times. Each time I was the first up in the morning. Each time I flushed at mid-crap so that I wouldn't be known as a jammer. Each time it worked.
3) Have you ever pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom?
It has just happened once. I think I was about 12 and doing Christmas shopping at an outdoor mall downtown. She could tell by how I practically tore my jeans down that I was desperate. She was cleaning the sinks and I was using the end stall farthest away from her. I don't think I was seated for more than 2 or 3 minutes which was good because the stainless steel seat was cold. I used that experience a couple of years later for a descriptive essay in English and got top grade in the class. I couldn't tell mom though because I'm not suppose to use dirty bathrooms at those kind of places. I know though that I could have never held it for the two hours we were down shopping.
4) Have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly?
Yes. A couple of times at school during lunch hour (the worst time because it is the most convenient time to go) in one of the two most used bathrooms at school where the privacy doors had been removed. I kept my head down and kept pushing as hard as I could. I don't remember if I got a full crap in before some evil eyes and comments forced me to get up and leave.
5) Have you ever pooped at a club or disco?
Yes. It was when Spencer and a few friends were celebrating my 21st. It was strange because the bathroom had two open toilets right next to one another, plus a sink and a mirror. I was alone and made sure I pushed the security lock in carefully because I didn't want a partner. The crowd was large and I could hear several attempts to turn the door knob. I only half way wiped and didn't wash my hands. I was spooked so bad I just wanted out of there.
6) Have you pooped during family gatherings or parties?
This happened a couple of times after dinners at my parents' house. I immediately flushed from the seat because I didn't want any lingering smell.
7) Have you ever heard people pooping in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror?
Many times yes. While I'm on break from the hospitality kiosk at the shopping center I work at. I just finish washing my hands, check my makeup and remain thankful that management allows us to have a privacy door on most toilets. Lots of places are getting rid of the doors because of toilet misuse, vandalism, and drug supplies left behind.
Catherine: I loved your story about the intentional accidents, it is very liberating to be able to mess for convenience.
Carlie B: I hope you and your friends get comfortable watching each other poop! Did you pee at all during the contest? Also, did you tell Hillary about the site? It seems that she might like it!
Marie: It is great to hear that you taught Hayley about peeing on the closet! I would love more stories about your pees and poops in potties and unususual places! Also, was that story about having diarrhea in the hotel room yours? I don't know whether to just shit my sleeping bag on the last night or if I should poop in a plastic bag that I have. Also, I'm thinking about trying to give myself an enema with a disposable plastic water bottle. Outside the tent, of course.
Positioned pooper: My favorite position to poop in is lying down on my stomach with my legs apart, unless the poop is soft enough to flow between them together.
Some repliesCatherine - It's very rare I go in one continuous rope, it's always 2 or three pieces. The only time it happens for me is if I've been holding it for a couple of days so to have eight poops like that is very impressive!
Victoria B - Glad to be back! I haven't had much to post from planet porcelain recently so I've been absent. Aww I'm sorry to hear you had to go through that but it sounds like things have improved for you now. I also do most of my farting off the pot. I'd say 90% are while I'm laid in bed in the morning. I'm looking forward to the porta potty story! Using one is still one of my favourite pooping experiences I've had.
Trina - I have done it before by accident but I haven't posted it on here. I tried asking if it was okay to poop myself on purpose and share it here but I never received a response.
I haven't written for some time, really because there was nothing much to write about. A little thing happened the other day which might be of mild interest.
My Wife and I had gone for quite a long walk from home. Returning, we were near the house when we met our neighbour at his gate. We had not seen him for several months because, registered as vulnerable, he had been isolating indoors. He is renowned for talking and he clearly had not lost the knack. We were stood there for a good half hour before he decided his Wife would be waiting for him inside,
As we walked towards home, my Wife said "I thought we would never get away. I'm wetting my pants". By the time we got in the house she had done a sizeable leak and had to change her knickers. I did wonder how many times something like that happened. It made me remember several incidents over the years when you could say I happened to be in the right place at the right time.
To Carlie BI'm getting really jealous of your huge dumps - haha! No, really, they sound amazing and I'm glad that your bowel functions are fulfilling and pleasant, even though they've created concerns with flushing.
And, I enjoyed your story with Hillary and Sydney!
Just curious: do you all have similar diets?
My poops seem to be large and healthy, but their girth ranges from 1-2 inches with about 1 1/2 inch thickness being pretty normal. But, with all the fiber that I eat, they are pretty soft and happen twice daily, so they don't have a lot of time to firm up like yours, unless I am on vacation or traveling, which is rare.
I love your stories and hope that all is well in California! All the best!
Survey Response to Long time reader
1. have you ever pooped during a wedding party (tell us the story)? Yes I have, but it really was not that memorable. I was a bridesmaid for a friend and during the reception after the wedding, I felt my evening dump coming on. I went to the women's restroom and had a pretty relieving session!
2. have you pooped during sleepovers (tell us the story)? Check out page 1821, when I first posted. I clogged the toilet at a youth girls' church gathering at a friend's house.
3. have you pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom (tell us the story) - No
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) - Shared this one too. You can find it somewhere in September 2010. I was at a cookout for labor day. We watched a football game that evening and I had to go. It was a super huge log that clogged the toilet!
5. have you pooped in a club/disco (tell us the story) - no
6. have you ever pooped during family gatherings/parties (Christmas f.e.) (tel us the story) - Yes! In 2015 I was with Alan's family when I got an attack of diarrhea while we watched a football game. You can find it in October of 2015 old posts!
7. have you ever heard people pooing in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror (tell us the story) -I am sure that I have but did not consider it memorable.
My stories go back to pg. 1817! Several scenarios like you describe!
Love to all!
To Taylor TPrayers and well wishes for your mother! I hope that she's well soon and that you remain well! All the best!
To Taylor TPrayers and well wishes for your mother! I hope that she's well soon and that you remain well! All the best!
honest questionI am a middle aged guy and I once by accident entered the female restroom. I was preoccupied and not thinking clear. The place was totally empty and I didn't notice there weren't any men's toilets around. As I said down, the doors open and I pay no attention until it hits me. These are female shoes I hear. I got very nervous and didn't dare to leave the room. Female after female entered it was after lunch time. I sat there for 30 minutes or longer, hoping nobody would start initiating talk. I totally didn't even use the bathroom during that time.
What I found very weird was that I didn't hear a single fart or plop sound. Nobody was pooping! From experience this is the total opposite in the men's room! All the men go without shame, often 4 or 5 guys at the same time. Very weird!