Tyler C
That's What Swimsuits Are For
I think it's been almost a month since I last posted. I've been busy the last week and half with classes starting back up which are all online because of Covid-19. Before that, I was on vacation with my family. It's probably for the best that I take breaks here and there so I don't run through all my stories at once. Something interesting actually happened on vacation that might be worth sharing here in the near future, but for today, because summer is coming to an end soon, I wanted to share a fun activity that, for me, no summer is complete without: peeing in my swimsuit!
I'm not just talking about in the water. I think most people have at some point peed while swimming, but when I was little, all the "please don't pee in the pool" signs as well as the myth that there's a chemical that changes the color of the water when you pee scared me off of the idea. Of course, me and my friends would always joke about doing it, but I had no way to be sure they were, and I certainly wasn't. I was always the responsible one who would stop playing, get out of the pool, towel off, and walk to the bathroom. That is until one experience when I was 8.
I was at the beach with my parents. I had to pee, so I told my parents. My mom walked me up to the top of the beach where the bathhouses are. This was a big beach where the bathhouses were really far away. The thing is, we were at the beach for a couple hours at that point and I knew I had to go earlier, but I didn't want to stop playing. So, I was pretty desperate at this point. I barely held it in on the way there. She waited outside as I went in. When I went in, I saw a long line for the stalls. This was a very popular tourist beach town after all. There were urinals, but as I've mentioned before, I hate using urinals because of the lack of privacy. So, I stood in line, waiting for the stalls while cross-legged and with my hands in my pocket to not so subtly grab my penis. Pretty soon, I couldn't hold it anymore so I ran to the shower area, both hands glued to my crotch. the pee started coming out before I left the line and I felt it running through my hands as I got to the showers. I think there was only a couple people in there. No one actually takes showers there. They just rinse the sand off for a couple seconds and get out.
I stood in a corner and shamefully let nature take its course in my favorite pair of orange swim trunks. I watched the area in front of my penis beaded up with urine. It also poured out the bottom of the leg holes, running down my bare legs onto my blue flip flops and splashing on the tile shower floor. While facing the wall, I slid myself over to the nearest shower head and turned it on. That hid the damage perfectly.
That's when I realized that as long as my swimsuit was already wet, people wouldn't be able to tell if I used it as a urinal. I mean, swimsuits are made to get wet anyway. I doesn't matter what makes them wet, right? The best part was, I was technically still following the rules and not peeing in the water. I tested it out the next day at the beach. I played for a while in the water and just after I got out. I sat on the sand at released my bladder. Like I predicted, nobody noticed. I could just faintly see it running across my lap and onto the wet sand. The next day, (we usually spend 4-7 days at the beach) I did this thing I sometimes use to do where I bury my legs in the sand up to my waist and before I got out, I peed again in my DRY swimsuit, then I ran as quick as I could into the water, and again, nobody seemed to notice.
From then on, this became standard for me anytime I went swimming anywhere, not only at the beach. At home, I usually get out of the pool and go to my bathroom and just stand over the toilet with my trunks on and pee. There was a handful of occasions where I started to go in to pee, and one of my parents would tell me to just pee in the yard, but again, I hate the lack of privacy that comes with that. So, I would just run to some bushes with my back to my parents and hold my wiener through the fabric of my swimsuit to make it look like I was pulling it out over the top when in reality, I was just keeping it in my suit so I could make it wet. I also use to go to a public pool and I would often get out of the water to pee my pants in the bathroom. Usually I would do it discreetly in a stall, but sometimes I would sort of reenact my beach accident from when I was 8 and pee my pants in a shower stall before rinsing off. Also, if there wasn't a lot of people, I'd go up to a urinal and hold my wiener through my swimsuit and pee. A couple of times that I did that, people walked in or up to the urinal near me, but I don't think they noticed.
One time when I was 12, I did this, and a kid who was a few years younger than came up to the stall next to me and started peeing. I noticed that he was staring. (I know what I was doing was kind of weird, but he's the one being nosy and staring at my crotch while I was peeing!) I was about to panic that I was discovered, but just then, he started giggling and pulled the front of his swim trunks up over his wiener as he was peeing. I gave him a bit of a smirk back and finished peeing. I could tell he was having a lot of fun. I never saw him around there again, but I'm sure that's not the last time he tried that.
Anyways, I could go on and on about different times I've done this, and maybe I will some day, but I don't want this post to be super long. I did eventually get over my fear of peeing in the water and have done it a couple times, but getting out of the water just to wet myself has always been funner to me. Has anyone else ever done this?
Sue
Next question!
When a stranger rings your doorbell and asks to use the toilet do you let him/her in?
Where I work there is a market every Thursday and one of the people who have a food stand comes in every Thursday to take his shit. The problem is the toilet is not in a separate area, it is right there where we work at our desks so we occasionally hear him go and we always smell his stinky shit when he exits.
There is another toilet but it is upstairs and not really part of our desk, this is where me or the colleagues go for a poo for some privacy but we can't really tell "customers" about it.
I work with 2 other colleagues there and we absolutely hate to let him come in but we also understand that he has no other choice!
Deb
Trip to Kingston
Hello, my name is Deb.
Last month my husband, daughter and I drove to Kingston to see my husband's mum. The drive from London is approximately five hours depending on traffic and how busy it is through Toronto.
We left on Wednesday morning and were planning on staying until Sunday morning. I was due to get my period on Friday, so I made sure to have a good supply of pads and panties packed.
The drive on Wednesday morning was going okay. We stopped just before Toronto to use the washrooms and to change our daughter. Traffic slowed down through Toronto and that's when my stomach started getting bubbly. I was cramping up and told my husband that I should probably get to a toilet soon. Near the eastern edge of Toronto I really had to go, but traffic came to a stop for several minutes. I told my husband that I needed to get to a toilet but it was too late. A wet fart slipped out followed by a rush of diarrhea and I completely filled my panties with a wet load of diarrhea. It all came out in a matter of seconds but my panties and jeans were filled.
A while later we got to a rest stop and I grabbed a pair of hipster panties and jeans to change into. I used one of the family washrooms to get cleaned up. I had to wrap up my messy clothes and get out of the rest stop as quickly as I could. Luckily the rest of the drive was okay. I was able to have a shower and get my soiled panties and jeans washed when we got to Kingston.
I was having some really bad cramps on Thursday so I decided to wear an overnight pad in case my period started early. It didn't start but I was still having diarrhea. I had another diarrhea accident on my pad a few times though.
On Friday met up with some of our friends and a park in near downtown Kingston. While we were hanging out my period started with a huge gush. I could tell that my pad was soaked and I could also feel that it was leaking. There were public washrooms at the park so I went in to change my pad. I had one more overnight pad with me but I was bleeding really heavily. About an hour after I changed it, I felt like I was leaking. I told my husband that my period was really heavy and that I felt like I was leaking. He looked at my bum and said that I did in fact leak through my pants. It was warm out and so I didn't have anything to wrap around my waist. It was really embarrassing. We told our friends that we had to get going.
By the time we got back to my husband's mum's, my period accident was really bad. I had soaked through my pad and pants really badly. I had packed some extra heavy overnight maxi pads by Always, so I put one on in a clean pair of panties. These are the pads that feel like a diaper when I wear them, but they do the best job for my super heavy periods.
My bleeding however, got even worse and I was still having diarrhea as well. I told my mother in law about it and she gave me a pair of her Depends to wear. I had never worn one before, but with my heavy bleeding and diarrhea, that seemed like the best option. So that's what I decided to wear. They are definitely bulkier and are more noticeable under my pants, but at least I wasn't leaking everywhere. I did have diarrhea in one on our drive back to London and had to change at a rest stop.
Thanks for reading. I'll be back again with more stories soon.
DebOlsonite
Woods poop today
I don't do it often but today I took a really good shit in the woods!
I went for an afternoon drive in my Lexus and decided to get some lunch at Subway. I took my food with me in the car and continued my drive about 20 miles out into the country which is lots of forest and state land in my area. I decided to drive a little ways down a narrow two track trail in the woods to a small unspoiled pond. It is such a peaceful place and nobody is around! I decided I would eat my lunch there and as I pulled into the trail by the lake, I felt that familiar pressure of a loaded butt. My bowel wasn't actively trying to leg go as often happens when I'm alone in the woods (another post for a another time!) but it was a built up pressure that filed my whole lower abdomen. I could have held it off, but that pressure really weighs on me keeps me from enjoying my day if I don't let it out, so when I parked my car I decided my first order of business was to give some love to my butt!
I used to keep a roll of TP in my car for such occasions but I have been out so I found a stash of restaurant napkins that I often save when they give me extra. I felt confident that I had enough paper for my butt.
I walked down a trail that thinned out into nowhere in the woods and then wondered a bit further, not afraid that anyone would see me but just to keep anyone in the future from stumbling onto the shit pile that I was about to come out of me.
I stamped out a small patch in the plants on the ground so they wouldn't touch me as I squat. If you squat in a patch of little plants, your shit might smear all over them as it comes out and you might get smeared by the plants if they touch you!
Anyway, I always drop my pants and undies to the floor when I sit on a toilet, but in the woods I always drop them to my knees because it's the safest place to avoid pooping on them. I squatted down and relaxed my bowels and let out some airy farts. Farts are different when they aren't blown through cloths or into a toilet bowl, and it felt good to fart under all that pressure!
Then I needed to give a gentle push. It didn't take much. I gave a gentle prolonged push and a nice well lubricated piece of shit came sliding out of my anus, tapering down as it got longer and landing on the ground with a quiet thud. I gave a second push and a small turd came out and I felt empty and very comforted. I began the task of wiping my ass which felt messy because I could tell hadn't left a clean pinch on the last turd and I couldn't get anymore messy shit to drop. I made two wipes with doubled up napkins, followed by 2 or 3 single napkins folded in half. After that I felt clean and pulled up my pants. I had covered my shit as I wiped, but I looked under me before wiping and the bog first log was a good 6" long and probably 1.5" in diameter. It looked plenty soft and probably a 3 on the Bristol stool scale. The smell can vary on an outdoor shit but this time was not strong.
I walked back to my car with that really happy and relieved! A good shit is a huge happy factor for me and it is so special to me every time I do it. I always prefer to poop in a toilet just because it's more convenient and I have a personal fascination with toilets so a woods poop was a bit of a let down, but still a good poop!
Happy pooping everyone!Taylor
Some replies
Catherine - I *loved* your story with Alan! It was just so beautiful and I am so happy you can share it with someone you love. I hope you, Alan, the girls and Joey are doing well.
Olsonite - I am able to empty both ends at once. I usually poop first and pee in between pieces but if I really need to go I will do both at the same time.
I like to sit straight on the toilet, my legs together and mostly sat upright with my hands in my lap.
** Survey answers **
1) Have you ever pooped during a wedding party?
Yes in my late teens. I was at my aunts wedding and I had needed to poop around lunch time. It was getting to late evening and I was getting rather uncomfortable so while everyone was enjoying the reception party I sneaked off to relieve myself.
2) Have you ever pooped during sleepovers?
Almost every time! If I need to poop at my friends place, I will do so. I've either gone during the night, or on the morning after.
3) Have you ever pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom?
A couple of times. I used to do a lot of after school activities and the cleaner would be in there doing her thing. She never seemed bothered by it and I quite enjoyed the audience
4) Have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly?
In public toilets, if that counts?
5) Have you ever pooped at a club or disco?
Never. Not because I don't want to, but i usually take care of it before I go out.
6) Have you pooped during family gatherings or parties?
A few times. When a girls gotta go a girls gotta go, like the wedding I wait until people are busy and sneak off.
7) Have you ever heard people pooping in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror?
Plenty of times. It didn't happen much at school but as I get older I tend to hear it more and more. It was quite common at university around the exam period. People would be in the building more and naturally they would need to poopConstipated. Guy
To Catherine
I use to post under the name " Constiguy " now I am posting under the above name . I note your conversation with Alan . My partner is a bit prudish about pooping so our relationship will not be on that level . For me I love to have someone with me when I have a poo, particularly a hard one but with Covid 19 I avoid that . It is all a little illogical that we enjoy eating and drinking so why not eliminating?Imogen
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Hey
Taylor - glad to hear from you too and glad you had a relaxing poo back at the office! Hope you are keeping well and safe x
Abbie - wow, only two runny poos in your life! I seem to get a runny bottom probably every few weeks for a day or two. Kinda like the opposite!
Today I had a very satisfying wee and poo when I got home from work - I wasn't desperate, but I was definitely full and needed to go. I got home, went up to the loo, sat down with my black trousers and pink/red knickers down, and let loose a long wee followed by a large poo. I felt very relaxed and empty afterwards!
Speak soon
ImogenMina
Dear Catherine
I am happy that your nice Alan will not judge you!! It is not need to judge anybody about normal things like drop turds into hungry loo.
I seem that he is happy when you do healthy big motion. I am happy too.
Love from Mina
P.S. Dear Olsonite: Are "popping" and "pooping" same? I never see "popping".
Monday, September 07, 2020
Celine
Survey
1) Have you ever pooped during a wedding party?
Yes, when I was 15. An older cousin of mine was getting married, and after a couple hours I urgently needed to take a shit/piss. It was in a big old church, and I made my way to the ladies. There were four stalls and I took one at the very end. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties and sat. I peed loudly for a good twenty seconds and farted softly as a fat turd began to crackle out. My butthole was stretched wide as it exited, and broke off to splash into the bowl. I pushed out some softer shit, and just then my cousin banged into the bathroom-she took the stall right next to me, dropped her panties and gathered up her gown as her ass hit the seat and she began to piss like a horse. She sighed loudly, and sat for a few seconds after she finished. I heard her grunt, and heard a loud crackling as she took what sounded like a huge dump.
2) Have you ever pooped during sleepovers?
Many times. My friend Jessica and I regularly poop at each other's houses when we have sleepovers. Jess produces monstrous bowel movements, and she's regularly beaten me when we compare our dumps.
3) Have you ever pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom?
Only once. It was near the end of the day and I had hoped to hold it until I got home, but just as I was heading out the door I began to turtle head and as I tried to keep walking, it poked out more. So I ran back in and went to the bathroom to take a big shit-the cleaning lady was there and I apologized profusely as I took a stall. She didn't mind, and even seemed sympathetic-she took the stall next to mine to pee before she began cleaning.
4) Have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly?
No, nothing comes to mind.
5) Have you ever pooped at a club or disco?
I'm 17, so I can't really get into clubs lol.
6) Have you pooped during family gatherings or parties?
Yes-on numerous occasions, I've spent Thanksgiving with my aunts, uncles, or grandparents, and I usually sleep over-the morning after, I'd take a huge shit and more than once, I've had to unclog the toilet.
7) Have you ever heard people pooping in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror?
Sometimes-in school, I noticed many girls would only come in to pee. The stigma around pooping in school, or any public place, is really unfortunate. For both men and women. I learned the difficult-and painful-way that holding back a bowel movement isn't a smart thing to do.Catherine
Responses
Jenny,
Haha!!! I can't wait to hear your stories. I'm a little OCD about cleaning. I carry Charmin in my purse, along with wet wipes. Too, most of my bowel movements are at home, and thus, my Washlet and Charmin keep things clean! I love the back-and-forth banter!
And, I do keep Poo-pourri in my purse, but rarely use it, even if I'm in a public bathroom. I will use it when I'm about to poop in a crowded bathroom. If it's a private bathroom, I rarely use it, whether it's at home or not. It's just too expensive!
Love,
Catherine!
To Sue: I will go ahead and poop in that scenario. Yes, I would be slightly embarrassed, but when a girl's got to go, she's got to go!!!Sue
Does anyone here have any experience with pooping in a doorless public toilet? Last year I travelled through China and many of those public toilets were without doors and even without partitions in between toilet holes (and they didn't seemed to get cleaned very often).
Now I never used those because it sounds quite embarrassing. I made sure to have done my business before leaving the hotel(s).
I did use such a toilet one time for a much needed piss. This one had partitions but no doors. The toilet was a long ditch which flushed automatically after a while. All the toilet paper and waste flushed right underneath where I sat when it flushed so I could see wether one of my neighbors had been pooping or not. It seemed to me Chinese women are not very shy about doing their business in the open.Olsonite
To Bianca: talking on the phone while on the toilet.
Bianca, I was reading your bathroom etiquette post and the part about talking on the phone interested me.
I've known a couple of women who take the phone into the bathroom with them if they need to use the toilet during a phone conversion. My mother does that from time to time and I could here plops from the bathroom, so I knew she was pooping at a relaxed pace, but I'd be surprised if it could be heard on the other end of the phone.
That is something that I've thought about recently though. I don't talk on the phone that often, but I really would, love to have a poop while talking to someone. It might not even come up that I happen to be pooping, but I would love to have the freedom to answer the phone while I'm on the toilet to find that a good friend is calling, and when they ask how I am doing I can say "I'm going great! I just sat down on the toilet so I'm feeling good right now!.". It would be a very easy and light hearted thing to say for me because I love my toilet time and I love any chance to have some social contact with someone.
I'm not sure if I know anyone who would feel easy about me telling them I'm pooping while we talk, but I really would love to break down that barrier!
As for hearing poop sounds through the phone, I don't think it would be a problem unless you have a lot of gas, or diarrhea.
I love to poop and I love personally love to let loose so I make a lot of noise on purpose. I would love to have a phone conversation with a friend and know that they can hear my pooping as natural, and just be okay with it. I would certainly feel the same if I ever heard poop noises from a friend of mine over the phone!
I love pooping enough that I even love the sounds of a forceful, gassy poop release, and I always feel the same way when I hear someone else pooping in a public restroom. To me that sound is just that, rest! It's a good sound! I'm never disgusted by the sounds of a great poop release!
Happy pooping!rb
Just Replies
Trina - Thanks for sharing the story when you peed and pooped your pants in college. That may be the one time where peeing your pants was a GOOD thing, since no one noticed you filled your pants in the back!
Audrey - I've pooped in a communal shower once or twice, but wasn't much, like a couple pebbles, and not with anyone else there. Peed there many times though. Rose did it for two minutes? No wonder why she peed herself on the hike, she was probably holding it all day!
Showers?
Audrey, could you please tell some of the stories where u guys pooped in the showers at camp?
Miranda
Awkward bathroom performance
For 3 days recently I cared for Kara. She's 10 and about to start middle school. Her mother was out of town at a funeral so I was with Kara on a 24/7 basis. She's very bright and energetic, but like my boyfriend Kennard, she doesn't have a lot of confidence in going to the bathroom away from home.
An example is the morning we had to go to a fast lube shop to get the oil changed in my car. An older lady with a cane was sitting next to us got up and walked to the small bathroom right behind the main counter. She must have been in there at least 15 minutes and Kara was getting antsy watching TV from our bench and said her pee was ready to burst. I got up and went behind the desk to find the ladies door closed with the light on, but the men's was open and dark. She said she had never used a guys bathroom before, but I told her to give it a try and she was definitely in pain. I told her I would guard the door for her. I heard the seat thrown down and her fall onto it and then she flicked the light switch. The ladies door remained closed and I guessed that lady must have been constipated. Then I heard the water flushing and Kara using the faucet. She had a bit of a mark, about the size of a dime, between her legs on her red shorts. Kara said she had just made it in time and that spot was convincing. When we retook our seats, Kara grabbed a newspaper and put it over her lap as we waited. I sympathized with her embarrassment, but told her sometimes you just need to react faster to prevent an accident. The old lady finally came out, and took her seat, too, so I couldn't give Kara the couple of examples from my experiences that would have boosted her esteem. After my car was done I quickly went into the ladies room and peed. I pretty much held my nose and coughed my whole sit. That lady had either eaten strange stuff or mixed a potent laxative. I was good that we had the car windows down because I know my clothing smelled really bad after such a short sit.
From there we drove to WalMart, and my mid-morning crap was coming. We had to park farther away than usual and I was moving Kara along fast because I didn't have much time to get on the toilet. As soon as we entered the building, Kara helped me navigate the crowd and shopping carts to get to the bathroom. There were 7 toilets. One was open and I bolted into the cubicle as fast as I had heard Kara do a few minutes before. I had an explosion of gas and the button on my jeans wasn't cooperating as I was squatted at 45 degrees about to fullshit my clothing. I damaged 3 nails in tearing at the waste on my jeans. Then my body hit the seat so hard I'm certain it might have shook the stall panels. I emptied in 4 spurts. Each one was of about equal intensity. Luckily there was almost a full roll and a half of toilet paper, because I had forgotten to look. Once Kara looked in and saw me sitting silently with the emergency under control, she started some conversation about going to look for school supplies. I told her no an didn't accept what she said about her mother trusting her more than me. It wasn't such much a matter of trust, I told her I just wanted to be on the safe side and that the store was very busy. I told her that sometimes at school and places like the park and theater, I've been known to take up to 10 to 15 minutes on the toilet. Still, she seemed to want to argue about something.
When I finally wiped, rewiped, and checked my work, I leaned back, flushed, and exited with Kara waiting by the sinks. I was washing my hands when she started to ask me why I hadn't put TP over the seat before sitting down or used one of the seat covering sheets that I knew were probably available. I told her that I had a bad experience when I was traveling with my aunt several years earlier and that me and my friends just don't worry about contact with seats in bathrooms.
She seemed surprised and said her mother makes her use them. I was surprised, but I knew that was an argument I didn't want to have.
When you are worried about avoiding an accident and getting done ASAP lining a seat yourself or putting a seat covering sheet over it isn't something me and my friends really think about that much. Also, I'm still working with Kennard, my boyfriend, that almost always seeks to avoid crapping away from home. I don't see any benefit in making something so basic as going to the bathroom even more complicated. Kara kind of agreed to that.Sherryl
Sarah's pooping outside survey
Yes I have, I do it pretty regularly.
Behind or in abandoned buildings, in the woods, in a creek, in a bush, behind and from a tree, sitting on a log. Just about everywhere you can think of.
It ends up on the ground. If i use something other than t.p. same deal, unless I bury it.
I do most of the time just to get an idea of how healthy I am.
This is about half and half. If im out camping or hikimg or doikg something else outside, I'll dig a hole to poop in. If it's an emergency or I don't have anything to dig with, then no.Catherine
My Conversation with Alan
So a few weeks ago I decided that I would share with Alan the truth about my obsession with bowel movements. I planned to talk with him about my love for the feeling, the placement of the final product in the toilet, and, of course, my solid accidents. I was a little nervous. I was afraid that he would not understand, that he would think that I was gross, or somehow, a little off mentally. His first wife's mental illness wreaked havoc on him personally, as well as the girls. At the same time, I wanted him to know this part of me that I've kept hidden. Plus, I turn 40 next month and he will too, so, I think that we are too old to hide from each other.
I'm not good at recalling conversations verbatim. But I will try to share the highlights. First, I tried to appeal to his attraction to me on the toilet by inviting him to watch me poop after dinner. We cleaned the kitchen and asked the girls to watch "Joey" as we had to have an important conversation.
So, I pulled my shorts and panties down and sat on the toilet and held Alan's hand as I began to defecate. It was thick, smooth, soft and warm, and almost happened without any noise. The smell was minor. I lifted my hip so that Alan could see my masterpiece. I allowed the Washlet to give me a warm, cleansing spray, but did not flush. At the last minute, I decided that I would remain on the toilet for the conversation.
I told Alan that I wanted to tell him something that I had been ashamed of hiding. I asked him to listen, that I needed to quit hiding this. So I began to tell him everything that any of you who have followed me on this forum already know. I told him how much I looked forward to my bowel movements, what I liked about them, my obsession with staying regular, my need for them to be large.
I told him how I kept a journal and pictures of my favorite ones. I told him how I enjoyed him watching me go. And then, I told him about my solid accidents, how it felt when my body gave out, how it felt when it came out, how I felt outside myself, flushed, embarrassed, and relieved at the same time. I told him how the loads were huge, firm and such.
He looked rather astonished. I was afraid that he thought I was sick. Then, he began to tell me how in college that the same thing happened to him. He had not been to the bathroom in couple of days, but all of the sudden he felt a huge urge to go. When he got back to his apartment he had an accident before he made it to the toilet. He said that witnessing his mother have an accident and then having one of his own gave him his weird obsession. So, I was taken a little aback now, as I learned something about him that I never knew. He said that he did not want to tell me either, because it sounded gross.
So, we were both OK with this part of our lives. He told me that he enjoyed his poops too, and that they had been the best they ever had been when he started eating the same diet I eat.
After the kids went to bed, we made love, feeling a little closer to each other. Maybe one day I will have another solid accident. Maybe I won't. But at least I know that the most important person in my life will never judge me.
Love,
Catherine
Taylor
Back to work poo
Today was my first day back at work since lockdown began in the UK so I thought I would kick start it with a nice poop at the office. You might know that I love pooping in places other than my own bathroom so this was going to be magical.
I completely skipped my morning toilet visit when I got up, not even going for a wee so once I arrived at the office I was well and truly ready to get some relief. I put down my things and headed straight to the single bathroom, I had really missed this place. I locked the door behind me, pulled down my black trousers and knickers to my calves and sat all the way back on the curved seat, loving how it seemed to spread me nicely. I soon felt pressure against my backdoor and relaxed into it as I birthed a wide log. It felt heavenly as it slowly slid out of me and I just let it happen, fully taking in the sensations. It broke off with very little sound and I started peeing as I pushed out the remainder, the sound reverberating around the tiny room. My pee was rather long and after pushing out another two pieces I started wiping, but not before looking in the bowl! The water was quite yellow and I could see one log sticking out of the water a little, kinda folded over itself with the other pieces to one side. I was very pleased with myself. I quickly cleaned up, needing four pieces for my behind and then flushed and washed my hands. I wanted to spray a little air freshener but there wasn't any, and my bag was at my desk.
I unlocked the door and stood waiting on the other side was a young brunette. I smiled as I walked past. I hope it wasn't too bad for her.
So pleased to see you back Imogen!Bianca
Dear Audrey
Hey Audrey I love your camping story. You turning a poop/pee on purpose moment into an accident explanation was a good way of getting away with using your "sleeping bag toilet". Now, on to my story. The hotel I spent my "me day" at recently was different compared to my last experience, including the bathroom attached to the room. Compared to before where the toilet was facing the wall, it faced the door. I got farts out, but no pooping. That's brave of you Audrey to poop in the shower. I've not done that yet, but I've peed in our shower pan. I guess if I wanted to, I could have pure diarrhea hovering over the drain so as to not clog it. While having fun on the elevators at the hotel, I got to thinking that would be so cool to program yourself to poop at a certain time. I really enjoyed trying as fast as I could to preselect the targetted floor while the doors were closing to make the elevator take off right away. The excitement was like when you have that poop that rushes out of you, lol! The big can of Bud Lite I had to drink in my hotel room combined with the soda I had at IHOP made me pee a lot. As far as flush quality is concerned, the toilet was a moderate speed flusher. Anyway, I had a solid poop at home today that wasn't really exciting. Hope everyone enjoys bye.Traintrack
Sweaty Ass
Anybody else's ass get sweaty as ???? when they have to shit?
Ted
A small survey about pooping outside - Response
1. Have you ever pooped outside? Yes, several times over the years, mostly while backpacking or running, sometimes while out for a walk when there is cover or I really have to go. I love the feeling of doing it outside in nature.
2. Where did you do your business (e.g. woods, field, bushes...) Mostly in the woods, but sometimes in fields or isolated area. It depends on where I am when I have to go.
3. Where did you put your used t.p. I use leaves, mostly. If I'm using toilet paper, I will bury it along with my turds.
4. Did you have a look at your business? Always. I find that squatting to poop usually results in large, moist turds, usually two or three long fat ones with some gurgly ropes at the end. Real cleanouts that lead to loud and long farts later in the day (if I'm alone or with appreciative company).
5. Did you cover it? Always, when using toilet paper. If I'm using leaves, usually so, if I can. Otherwise, I cover it with leaves. I think its important to do your business off trail so that no one steps in your product.
A while back, I had to poop in one of the wooded areas around my house while out for a hike. As it turned out, I had a very attentive deer for an audience. It was somewhat reminiscent of an old Jonathan Winters sketch of stripping for a shower in front of his leering dog.
Olsonite
A couple of questions.
Hello everyone.
I just want to say that I love this site! I've been curious and fascinated by the toilet, as well as pooing in general all my life. I love to poop, and I love getting the chance to hear other people who love to savor their toilet time! It's nice to have a place where it's acceptable to talk, and even rave about our toilet time!
Anyway, I have a few questions. I'm a 30 something male.
When you sit down for a poop and a pee, are you able to let both out freely at once?
I don't remember if I could do it when I was a young boy, but it's impossible for me to pee with my bowels letting loose. I have to poop first, and then pee. I also can't empty my bladder fully while I'm sitting on the toilet anymore, so when I get up from the toilet, I always have to turn around and let my last little bit of pee out standing up before I'm totally empty and comfortable.
I would really like to hear from any of the ladies about this because I have a lady friend who has told me she pees and poops very freely simultaneously. Occasionally I hear other girls in the bathroom and hear plops in the toilet mid pee. I'm really fascinated by that because I really love the feeling of letting loose on the toilet and I really wish I could enjoy that feeling.
I also have a second question.
How do you like to sit on the toilet?
What I mean is I have always sat with my legs straddling the front of the toilet bowl. However, I can remember when I was a young boy, it often happened that I saw my mother, and my older sisters use the toilet and to this day, they all sit on the toilet at an angle. They sit with their legs straddling about the 2 o'clock position on the toilet seat, if you look at it from sitting down. I suppose they did that so that the toilet paper was easy to reach, as sitting strait on the toilet requires you to twist your back to reach the TP. When seated at the 2 O'clock position, the TP was just a slight reach to the right in our bathroom.
Without thinking about it, because I only ever saw girls sit that way I guess I viewed sitting on an angle as a more feminine way to sit on the toilet, so I instinctively sat straight forward on the toilet as a boy and have ever since. As an adult male now, I love sitting straight forward on my elongated toilet. It gives me lots of room up front.
Since I've been thinking about this lately, I got adventurous and tried sitting on and angle to the right. I have a contoured toilet seat, a Kohler French Curve (which I love!). I'm so happy to see others on here raving about contoured toilet seats because I have one I totally agree, they hug your butt! Anyway, I needed a good poop so I walked up to the side of my toilet, turned around and dropped my pants and undies to the floor. I bent down to sit, shifting around a bit to find a good fit in the seat and to my surprise, my butt settled nicely into its sweet curvy hug! It felt a bit lopsided, but it can totally work! My butt hole was getting close to being over the seat and my penis was a bit cut off because you can't enjoy the full length of the the elongated seat in this position.
I nestled into my "butt hug", and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I let out a nice solid poop, followed by some short "pitchers" at the end, lol! I let out some pee, but I knew the reduced room in my front was cutting off my pee shoot, so I had to finish my pee standing up as usual.
I'm really glad I tried that and I don't know if I'll sit on my toilet that way very much, but I might do this for a while just enjoy some new freedom in using the toilet.
I really would like to hear from guys and gals about sitting positions. This really interests me.
I'm looking forward to posting more here, and I always love everyone's poop stories!
Happy popping!
Wednesday, September 02, 2020
Leelee
Poster named Buzzy
Years back there was a guy who posted a lot named Buzzy I enjoyed his stories I wish he would come back with more great stories.Sarah
A small survey about pooping outside
1. Have you ever pooped outside?
2. Where did you do your business (e.g. woods, field, bushes...)
3. Where did you put your used t.p.
4. Did you have a look at your business?
5. Did you cover it?
Sherryl
To Audrey
So glad that you had so much pooping and peeing fun at camp. I see you took all of our suggestions and put them in to practice. Did you ever have to wipe with leaves or did you always have toilet paper/baby wipes with you? To answer your question, I have pooped in the shower. I wasn't able to hold it and I wasn't gonna make it to the toilet so I just squatted right there n let go.
Braidy's response to Jenny AKA SIS
1) Sports coached: volleyball and basketball; 2) Underwear worn: mostly thongs--often blue or black because many of us are not skidmark free. Its impossible for us to get ourselves totally clean after a fast crap before warm-ups in the locker room, or after the game when our van stops for gas at 1 a.m. at some interstate rest area. My center nearly fell into the toilet during a fast pit stop once last winter; the previous user lifted the seat and hadn't remembered to drop it before exiting. So our skidmarks are somewhat hidden by our underwear choices and colors. By the way, most of my young ladies keep extra underwear in their fieldhouse locker or in their travel bag while on the road. Often a badly soiled one is left behind and they have a clean one to replace it with.Carin
My dad, boyfriend & unisex bathrooms
My dad, my boyfriend Derek and I moved me into my college dorm last week. I filled up my car and left 2 hours before them for the 3 hour drive to the campus. That way the first load would be in my room before they arrived in Derek's truck and there would be a crew of 3 doing the heavy unloading and moving. I knew, but didn't tell dad that I was assigned to a co-ed dorm. I thought the bathrooms would be differentiated, but they weren't. I had stopped midway there at an interstate rest stop and had my first crap in three days. Big changes in my life make me nervous, but my crap came slowly but surely. I spread my legs to see it and my right thigh mysteriously squeaked. I could see that it was the size of a flashlight. My anus started to progressively hurt. I had forgotten to check ahead of time. Both rolls had been used down to their core.
At that point Derek texted me to say they were done loading up. I told him I had just unloaded and promised him an explanation later. With my clothing at mid-thigh I went into the stall to my left, sat and probably got about 4 wipes from the tissues available. I then kind of waddled to the next stall where there was more toilet paper on the roll and I did a pretty good job of seating myself, taking my time, and thoroughly wiping, until my last 2 wipes proved that I as clean. I was wearing white panties, and sometimes even after such precautions, a few hours later when I sit to piss a pretty obvious skidmark appears on my panties when I look down. A couple of girls teased me in junior high when they would see that in the locker room. At age 11, it was beyond me how anyone could do a partial crap, let alone a full one, completely wipe, and still make it to their next class in a 4 minute passing period. Even then, that didn't provide for handwashing at the sinks.
I was finishing with my load in my room when I felt the need to pee. The only bathroom on 8th floor in my wing wasn't too far from my room and I went in. I selected the middle toilet of about 12, took my seat and got to thinking about how close Dad and Derek probably were to getting there. During my comforting piss I checked my phone, saw a text from Derek that they were there. I gave them the directions on how to get up there and I told them I would be with them shortly. I was checking a couple of other messages to all new students that looked important when I heard what I couldn't believe. It was dad and Derek arguing as they opened the main bathroom door about what the decal meant. Finally, dad apparently pushed Derek aside and said he was about the shit his pants for the first time since Desert Storm. Dad went to the far end toilet and I could hear an explosion just as his butt thumped on the seat. Although Derek was slower, he took the toilet right next to dad. Dad and Derek debated whether they were in the girls bathroom or not, but after a couple of minutes I quietly exited without flushing or washing my hands. I was stacking boxes in my room when they came in and started to tell me about the strange bathroom with no urinals they had used. I tried to change the conversation as we went to the elevator and down to Derek's truck. Later that evening after Derek and dad had gone back, I took my second college piss. While doing so I looked forward into my underwear. There was a dark brown blotch about half the size of a golf ball. In terms of color it was probably about 8 on a scale of 10.
Questions for everyone:
1) How could the blotch be explained? What could I have done differently?
2) Have you ever used a unisex toilet? What was that experience like?
3) Have any of you had conflicts with family members while using toilets away from home? What caused this?
Thank You!Anna from Austria
Jennifer AKA sis No Bidets are not common here in Austria. you can buy them of course but I do not have one.
And no I would not say that I am particularly good at avoiding skidmarks.
As mentioned in my privious post the wedding incident was not the only one but just the most severe skidmark incident.
I am better at avoiding skidmarks when wearing normal panties compared to thongs.
There have been ocasions where I have used ecactly the same amount of toilet paper but the Outcome was different.
Panties were clean, but the thong had some skidmarks. It is strange.
So I think the only reason why it seems that I am good avoiding skidmarks is that I am wearing Standard panties more often than thongs.
greetings from Austria
AnnaOlsonite
A couple of questions.
Hello everyone.
I just want to say that I love this site! I've been curious and fascinated by the toilet, as well as pooing in general all my life. I love to poop, and I love getting the chance to hear other people who love to savor their toilet time! It's nice to have a place where it's acceptable to talk, and even rave about our toilet time!
Anyway, I have a few questions. I'm a 30 something male.
When you sit down for a poop and a pee, are you able to let both out freely at once?
I don't remember if I could do it when I was a young boy, but it's impossible for me to pee with my bowels letting loose. I have to poop first, and then pee. I also can't empty my bladder fully while I'm sitting on the toilet anymore, so when I get up from the toilet, I always have to turn around and let my last little bit of pee out standing up before I'm totally empty and comfortable.
I would really like to hear from any of the ladies about this because I have a lady friend who has told me she pees and poops very freely simultaneously. Occasionally I hear other girls in the bathroom and hear plops in the toilet mid pee. I'm really fascinated by that because I really love the feeling of letting loose on the toilet and I really wish I could enjoy that feeling.
I also have a second question.
How do you like to sit on the toilet?
What I mean is I have always sat with my legs straddling the front of the toilet bowl. However, I can remember when I was a young boy, it often happened that I saw my mother, and my older sisters use the toilet and to this day, they all sit on the toilet at an angle. They sit with their legs straddling about the 2 o'clock position on the toilet seat, if you look at it from sitting down. I suppose they did that so that the toilet paper was easy to reach, as sitting strait on the toilet requires you to twist your back to reach the TP. When seated at the 2 O'clock position, the TP was just a slight reach to the right in our bathroom.
Without thinking about it, because I only ever saw girls sit that way I guess I viewed sitting on an angle as a more feminine way to sit on the toilet, so I instinctively sat straight forward on the toilet as a boy and have ever since. As an adult male now, I love sitting straight forward on my elongated toilet. It gives me lots of room up front.
Since I've been thinking about this lately, I got adventurous and tried sitting on and angle to the right. I have a contoured toilet seat, a Kohler French Curve (which I love!). I'm so happy to see others on here raving about contoured toilet seats because I have one I totally agree, they hug your butt! Anyway, I needed a good poop so I walked up to the side of my toilet, turned around and dropped my pants and undies to the floor. I bent down to sit, shifting around a bit to find a good fit in the seat and to my surprise, my butt settled nicely into its sweet curvy hug! It felt a bit lopsided, but it can totally work! My butt hole was getting close to being over the seat and my penis was a bit cut off because you can't enjoy the full length of the the elongated seat in this position.
I nestled into my "butt hug", and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I let out a nice solid poop, followed by some short "pitchers" at the end, lol! I let out some pee, but I knew the reduced room in my front was cutting off my pee shoot, so I had to finish my pee standing up as usual.
I'm really glad I tried that and I don't know if I'll sit on my toilet that way very much, but I might do this for a while just enjoy some new freedom in using the toilet.
I really would like to hear from guys and gals about sitting positions. This really interests me.
I'm looking forward to posting more here, and I always love everyone's poop stories!
Happy popping!
Olsonite
To Bianca: talking on the phone while on the toilet.
Bianca, I was reading your bathroom etiquette post and the part about talking on the phone interested me.
I've known a couple of women who take the phone into the bathroom with them if they need to use the toilet during a phone conversion. My mother does that from time to time and I could here plops from the bathroom, so I knew she was pooping at a relaxed pace, but I'd be surprised if it could be heard on the other end of the phone.
That is something that I've thought about recently though. I don't talk on the phone that often, but I really would, love to have a poop while talking to someone. It might not even come up that I happen to be pooping, but I would love to have the freedom to answer the phone while I'm on the toilet to find that a good friend is calling, and when they ask how I am doing I can say "I'm going great! I just sat down on the toilet so I'm feeling good right now!.". It would be a very easy and light hearted thing to say for me because I love my toilet time and I love any chance to have some social contact with someone.
I'm not sure if I know anyone who would feel easy about me telling them I'm pooping while we talk, but I really would love to break down that barrier!
As for hearing poop sounds through the phone, I don't think it would be a problem unless you have a lot of gas, or diarrhea.
I love to poop and I love personally love to let loose so I make a lot of noise on purpose. I would love to have a phone conversation with a friend and know that they can hear my pooping as natural, and just be okay with it. I would certainly feel the same if I ever heard poop noises from a friend of mine over the phone!
I love pooping enough that I even love the sounds of a forceful, gassy poop release, and I always feel the same way when I hear someone else pooping in a public restroom. To me that sound is just that, rest! It's a good sound! I'm never disgusted by the sounds of a great poop release!
Happy pooping!
Jenny SIS
Braidy- I hope your athletes throw their soiled panties away lol :)
I do remember seeing a few soiled/ abandoned thongs at the gym (back when I went/when it was safe). I never really got closed enough to see if they were stained enough, but they were almost always thongs. Do you gals purposed leave your dirty underwear at the gym or do thongs tend to just get lost. I remember I had a little mini freak out a few year back where I too off a skidded white thong at the gym and tried to discreetly throw it back into my locker and gym bag ( I was talking with a friend and probably blushing, but I don't know if she noticed). However when I got home I could not find the thong. I was mortified even though its not like me name or ID were on the string. I was so embarrassed that someone would see my dirty underwear, so its a relief to know Im not alone (not thanks to you Catherine ;) j/k)
Catherine- I pooped myself twice as an adult, I'll share those stories another day. both involved a GI issues . For some reason those are not as humiliating to me as just not being able to clean myself , even though for most of us dry toilet paper is not enough
ENV
I don't am not pooping bolder with a mask. I probably don't use public restrooms as much, and I am less shy in the bathroom about pooping and more concerned that I don't make someone sick or grossed out with my pooping.
Does anyone bring bring some sort of airfreshener or put perfume one at a public toilet after they poop? asking for a friend ;)Bianca
Update
Hi everybody on Toiletstool. Here's something weird about the possible clogged sewer line in the front yard. Although it looked like it was about to erupt with pee/poop etc, it has stopped leaking for now. I guess maintenance came by without anyone knowing and fixed it. That's good, because one poop gross volcano back in april is enough, lol! I don't know about you all, but I bet you've had a clog that has seemed to disappear as well. Maybe a fleeing toilet clog? I still get the gulp in the shower though. The toilet etc is still draining good also. Here's something cute about our bathroom. I've been hearing small birds from the other side of one of the walls. After using the toilet yesterday I listened to them. I have had sloppy poop so far today, and gas. Yesterday's morning gas from my poop almost sounded like a low pitch siren. I also dropped off some poop chunks, too.Constiguy
Covid 19
I am not very worried about using public toilets and Covid 19 . I am watching health alerts and it says nothing about the subject. I know the virus is found in poo but to get infected it needs to enter your mouth, nose or eyes . Also , although the virus is found in poo is it active after going through the digestive system ? If I had my free choice I suppose going behind a bush might be a marginally safer option but then consider the pollution in that regard. What I do is put the lid down on the toilet before I flush and leave the toilet area as I flush. I also take a breath before I flush and exhale as I am leaving the toilet area. Of course wash hands but often public toilets do not have soap etc so I always have hand sanitiser in the car. At work we have hand sanitiser . Keep well and keep pooing !!!Sue
What if you really can't hold it
So you are desperate for a poop and there is no way you'll hold it for longer than 5 minutes or you poop your pants. You enter the bathroom, it is quiet no flushing noises, no faucets running, no blowdryers blazing hot air etc but many stalls are in fact occupied.
Will you go and poop with all sounds that come with it or do you rather poop your pants or try to hold on for a bit longer till you are alone?
Has it ever happened to any of you?
R
My girlfriend and I live in a large American city that's been at the center of COVID for what feels like a few months now. We live in an older apartment that often has some plumbing issues, and the water flow is often very weak to boot. We've talked to our landlord several times and have met with plumbers and often the problem is fixed temporarily but quickly regresses back to its original issue soon after "repairs". She's WFH and I'm a PhD candidate (still summer) so we've the past few months nearly together 24/7 everyday in a small studio. To get straight to the point, we clearly only have one bathroom in our studio and over the last 3-4 our toilet has been broken. In similar situations (if we have a clogged toilet for example) like these we usually would go use the bathroom when we're out as well or if we're at work or school, but it's not really an option now as most public bathrooms are closed to non-employees. To mitigate this we've created a makeshift toilet in a large bagged bucket with a cap. I try to change the bag after one of us takes a dump but it doesn't always happen. If we need to pee, we use one of our two sinks. Out of curiosity I've also been mentally documenting my girlfriend's pooping habits as she an extremely thin girl who has a very weak appetite, but actually takes, two bowel movements on average which seems contradictory to how much goes into her body.
Wednesday evening: Toilet is discovered broken, no one has pooped yet. We were both pretty embarrassed by this solution, more her than me since she's very shy in general, especially about bodily fluids.
Thursday: GF was acting visibly annoyed and seemed to be in a bad mood. Around noon she started to complain about needing to use the restroom so I pointed at the toilet. She looked horrified and started to whine so I tried to be encouraging which she was not receptive too. Around 3-4 she looked extremely uncomfortable and was very irritable. I decided I had to get a bit more forceful in my approach or else she'd be far too shy to use the bucket. I told her something along the lines of, "T, go use the bucket now. You clearly need to go," to which she responded in the negative. I repeated myself, "Go now. I don't care if you take a shit, I just don't want to see you hurt yourself for no reason. Do you want me to come over there and give you a hug?" At this point she meekly giggles and decided that my threat is empty. I come over to her desk and pick her up and give her a hug that places pressure in her lower abdomen area. Moving back, I see her face grimace and she looks pallid. She gasps and runs toward our bucket haphazardly and quickly pulls down her underwear and raises her skirt with her ass hovering the bucket. We moved the bucket to the very corner of the room and tried shielding it away with an IKEA side table and an Amazon box but the person using it is still very much visible and so are the accompanying noises and stenches.
I hear her lightly pushing and an onset of rapid breathy groans. After a short minute or two I heard the turd hit the bottom of the bucket. This repeats once more but is quickly followed by her frantically turning her head from side to side. At this point she asks me where the toilet paper was and I realized that I had instinctively taken it back to the bathroom since it was just sitting on the floor, next to the bathroom. I tell her I'll grab it for her and I can hear slink back in embarrassment since she didn't want me to see her hovering over the bucket. I grab it for her and bring it to her, but caught a revealing glimpse of what was in the bucket. They were two short, but thick and dark logs and didn't have a strong smell.
Thursday night: By this time, my gf has gotten a little less shy about the situation. There's surprisingly still no smell from earlier today so we didn't really have the idea of throwing it out yet. A few hours after dinner, my gf very nonchalantly lifts the bucket lid and does the same thing she did earlier. This time, I'm sitting on the bed and have a better view of her hovering over the bucket. She's facing the wall because instinctively you feel like you have more privacy when you're not facing anyone but it seems like she forgets that by doing that she's giving a full viewing of her taking a bowel movement. This time, it comes out in several small nuggets. After a few minutes, she wipes herself and puts the lid back on but the smell isn't able to be trapped by the lid this time so I end up volunteering to take it out to the apartment complex's shared dumpster bins. Of course, she was mortified that I was hauling out a bag of her shit but she got over it pretty quickly because it wasn't her doing it.
Friday: I wake up to the view of her squatting over the bucket and expelling very soft-looking light brown snakes. The smell is strong and at this point I have a strong suspicion that that was what woke me up from my deep lumber. She finishes quickly, not realizing that I was awake by this time. The smell is extremely strong so she tries to tie it up and take it out before I wake up but since I'm already awake I get up to help her tie it and end up throwing it out afterwards. As I'm tying it up I playfully tease her about the quantity of poop that she just sent expelled from the back end and she turns bright red. I playfully spank her dirty ass, and she in turn bends over just a few inches in front of my face to tease me back and wipe. She's close enough that I can see where she's missing so I poke at where it's still dirty for her to wipe. When I see her face, she's extremely red and flustered.
Lunch time comes around and she takes another shit. At this point we have a routine going where once she's done I come in to tie up the baggy and throw it out. This time when I come back I realize there are no more garbage bags large enough to cover the bucket. We try to get creative with what we do have and end up finding a small sized, shallow baking pan that we line with a small grocery bag. We never use it so it's sacrifice was well appreciated.
Saturday (Today): I once again woke up to her taking a shit, this time over the shallow baking pan. The view was the same but I realized quickly that the way the bag was positioned, she was taking a dump on the bag and not in it. She continues to relieve herself, now very confidently (also in part to her thinking I was still asleep), but making a huge mess. I let her finish uninterrupted to not be embarrass her. Once she's done she turns back around and lets out an audible gasp at what just happened, still unwiped so she's trying her best not to make more or a mess. At this time I call our to her and tell her to go get cleaned up and I'll take care of it. She tries to argue with me but I'm adamant that I'll clean it up for her so she passively gives up. The logs are reminiscent of yesterday morning's BM, and are numerous, long, and thin but mushy and smells terrible. She cleans herself up and is innocently staring at me while wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a scanty panty. Like I previously noted she's rather fragile and petite. At 85 lb and 5'0" tall, it's a funny visual knowing that this came out of my girlfriend's asshole. I end up taking the entire pan and tossing it into another grocery bag along with her used toilet paper.
That's so far been her last notable BM. I've also taken one, but it wasn't very remarkable or anything to write about. We should have a plumber coming out on Monday to install a new toilet so tomorrow is our last day dealing with this makeshift toilet situation. We're planning on taking a picnic so we might end up using the park bathroom if it's open and if not, we'll end up using a bush. I will report back.
Catherine
To Trina and Shanna
Trina: I'm so sorry that happened to you. It seems that a common theme of every accident that I've had is that I "almost" made it to the toilet. After all that struggle to hold it, and being within sight of salvation, the body seems to give up! From your story, it seems that your roommate did not know you pooped? Is that right? Thanks for sharing!
Shanna: Yes, sometimes I'll get a little ache in my back when I know the poop is super large. It's always good to hear from you and hope that you are managing your IBS well. That's no fun!
I will share my story soon. It's just been too busy to write!
Love,
Catherine!Catherine
To Zoey - Zoom Meeting
Zoey,
I found the video online and it looked pretty authentic. However, I cannot believe that someone would upload that to the internet! I would be humiliated!
Love,
Catherine!
Monday, August 31, 2020
Van camping in Norway. Early morning at the coast. Mild weather, no winds. After a cup of coffee the urge appeared. Took the roll of toilet paper. Walked over to some bushes. Pulled shorts down. Squatted. Let loose and got rid of 40 cm "cable". Good feeling and a nice start on the day.
Audrey
Camp
Hi everyone! Sorry it took so long!
I had a lot of fun at camp. Me and Sophie took some big dumps in a hollow log like Andrea suggested (thx!). We filled it up pretty good over the course of the week. I also climb a tree and put my fingers around my asshole and tried to aim a seventeen inch turd into the log, which made it part way in. One of girl pissed herself on a hike. She said she was afraid to be seen peeing in the woods. She started staggering and opened the floodgates. She was pretty embarrassed. Also, a bunch of people pooed in the showers. I was one of them, it was pretty difficult, but I got a good long couple of poops out, with some mush to follow it, and stomped it down the drain. On the one day, I took a poop in a plastic bag and left it outside a counselor's tent, which people thought was pretty funny. I also taught the girl who peed herself (Rose) to pee standing up, in a communal shower. I peed for thirty seconds to three feet, she did for two minutes, and out to ten feet, so she definitely likes to hold it. On the last day, I did all my potties in my sleeping bag. What a mess! I did three pees after drinking a lot of water,.and a couple of poops, mostly pebbles, but also a decent sized turd and some mush. I got up early the next morning and removed it by hand. I told my parents I had an accident.
Marie, thank you for suggesting that.
A stand to pee device might be good, but I'm focusing on peeing without one. Also, I don't think I have really read any stores by you, except the one about how you got started peeing in naughty places.
Has anyone ever pooped in a shower?
_ENV
Masks
I'm curious now since we're all wearing these masks on our face. Has it made any of your bolder? I mean since people can hardly see your face anyhow, it hardly matters if they caught you relieving yourself in public. What are they gonna say? "It was a person wearing a mask!" So I'm curious if that has affected any of you, and if so I'd like to hear the stories.
Plus I feel like common use bathrooms might be that much more dangerous anyhow. So many people across the day go in (even if not the same time as you) and breath in this enclosed place. Not to mention poop particles that get spread whever people flush. I think I'll take my chances in an alleyway, behind a tree, etc. Anything but using that sort of room which isn't my own private room at home. But that's me, not intending to scare anyone. It serves as a nice excuse though to do what I prefer. I love relieving myself everywhere that isn't a toilet. And with the mask, I sorta feel like it wouldn't matter if I got caught... though I don't get caught anyhow.
@Jack
Sounds like she gets lots of fiber, not enough water. Poo is harder when it is too dry. Your large intestines try to extract all the water they can from your digested food. If there isn't all that much water to start with, then the poop will be completely dry and thus hard. Getting enough water is important to your health in many ways, so tell her to drink more of it. Even a little bit more throughout the day. A few sips here and there.
@Alisha the next door neighbor
That was entertaining about you pooping in your own personal office. Feels pretty good to let it out on the floor sometimes. Since no one else was around, you get that bonus freedom. Perks of leaving the office last. And if you get used to a full squat instead, that's easier to achieve full evacuation plus easier to get started so you don't get constipated so much in the first place. Moving around a lot (especially jogging) can help there too.
@Jenny SIS
A little while back you mentioned a video you heard about. Yes I saw that video. It isn't like you really saw anything though. Her portion of the video was just one window/frame where her co-workers were all pictured as well, so her personal window was really small. She carried her laptop with her, forgetting the camera was on for the Zoom meeting. Set down her laptop, and a side view of her dropping her pants/undies and sitting down on the toilet. It was kinda funny really.
Braidy's response to Jenny AKA SIS
1) Sports coached: volleyball and basketball; 2) Underwear worn: mostly thongs--often blue or black because many of us are not skidmark free. Its impossible for us to get ourselves totally clean after a fast crap before warm-ups in the locker room, or after the game when our van stops for gas at 1 a.m. at some interstate rest area. My center nearly fell into the toilet during a fast pit stop once last winter; the previous user lifted the seat and hadn't remembered to drop it before exiting. So our skidmarks are somewhat hidden by our underwear choices and colors. By the way, most of my young ladies keep extra underwear in their fieldhouse locker or in their travel bag while on the road. Often a badly soiled one is left behind and they have a clean one to replace it with.
Leelee
Tim (from TX)
Hi Tim I enjoyed your story, are there anyone interesting poop shameless stories you have ?Anna from Austria
@Jenny AKA SIS That's true. I also felt glad that it was just Viktoria and not a Date. And yes the wedding was awesome. Lots of great Food and Drinks.
Luckily I never had a skidmark incident with a boyfriend or date involved. It just happend once with my then Roomate.
It was not my only skidmark incident but the most severe. it really looked i forgot to wipe at all.
There were other cases were I had some minor poo stains in my underwear despite I wiped a a lot That happend only with thongs thoughs, never with panties. Nowbody saw this minor skidmarks btw.
greetings from Austria
AnnaAbbie
Latest update
Hi everyone, I thought I'd update you on my latest news- sorry I haven't posted in absolutely ages!
Imogen- great to hear from you again and I'm sorry to hear you nearly had a poo accident- probably just as well you decided not to go out in the end but glad it only happened the once! I think I've only had a runny poo about twice in my whole life, even when I'm not constipated my poos are always firm and solid logs which tend to come out quite slowly and need a bit of pushing. I certainly wouldn't mind having softer poos but perhaps not quite as liquid as you described Imogen!!
Anyway, back to my latest news, unfortunately I have been struggling with constipation again lately, I've been feeling a bit stressed which in my experience always makes it worse. I remember in the run up to exams at school and uni I would always struggle to stay regular, I'd go from wanting a poo every other day to only managing to go every 3 or 4 days and having to spend ages on the loo pushing and straining, also I'd be worried I'd need a poo in the middle of an exam and wouldn't be able to hold it. A few times I did get the urge but luckily I was always able to wait until the exam was over thank God, although that did result in several embarrassing toilet visits as soon as an exam was over, as I'd be on the loo for ages in the girls toilets having to grunt out a massive log!! Also I know I'm eating rubbish and not getting enough exercise at the moment which makes it worse too. I started off trying to make myself poo after every meal but that didn't seem to work particularly well, so I am now trying to go every other day as thats my usual rhythm when I'm not constipated. If I'm lucky I might produce a few pellets but I'm only managing to have a proper poo every 4 days or so, which of course is several massive hard and fat logs which take a lot of effort to push out. Lucys been struggling too and all we seem to talk about these days is how long it is since we last had a poo and how hard it was to go! This morning I woke up early, I was lying in bed thinking and decided I needed to make a healthy breakfast and get some exercise to hopefully make things easier, my belly felt really bloated and I realised I hadn't had a proper poo in 4 days so I knew I'd have to try to go at some point today. I realised I was bursting for a wee so I went into my ensuite still half asleep , I was just wearing some yellow knickers with pink and blue butterflies. I was starting to pull my pants down when I suddenly realised Lucy was already on the loo, naked apart from some pale green knickers round her thighs, she was red in the face so I knew what she was doing! "Morning Abbie," she said as I quickly pulled my knickers back up, I said, "Morning Lucy, sorry, I'm still half asleep, I didn't realise you were here!!"
"Well to be honest I'm not getting anywhere so you might as well go," she said, as she stood up and pulled up her knickers. "I haven't had a poo for like 5 days, its really stressing me out now!" I dropped my knickers and sat on the warm seat, unleashing a strong stream which fizzed furiously into the bowl. "Oh my God, have you turned into a horse overnight?!" asked Lucy and I poked my tongue out at her, I said, "Next time your having a wee I'll think of what animal I can compare you to!" I said as my stream kept on going, eventually it weakened and dribbled to a stop and I farted, much to Lucys amusement. "I haven't been for a poo in ages either," I said, "But I'm not even gonna try going now, I think we should eat loads of dried fruit and stuff and go out for a long walk and hopefully that will get things moving!" "Yeah, your probably right," said Lucy, as I wiped, pulled up my knickers and flushed. We went back into the bedroom to get dressed, Lucy said, "If we're going for a walk I'm gonna have to try and find some knickers that don't go up my bum!" She took off the pants she was wearing and rummaged about in her underwear drawer. For a change I was wearing knickers which actually fitted me so I put my bra on followed by some grey shorts and a pink top, Lucy eventually found some plain white knickers which she put on, she said, "Not a very practical colour if I end up with a log poking out but there my most comfy knickers so thats the most important thing, I hate getting a wedgie when I go out for a walk!" "Yeah I know what you mean thats really annoying!" I agreed as Lucy put on a pink bra and then her shorts and tee-shirt.
We went downstairs and ate breakfast, bran flakes and dried fruit, and then had a wee before setting off, I had a rucksack with a couple of cereal bars to eat on the way and also a roll of toilet paper in case either of us needed to go while we were out. I know squatting is supposed to be good but I didn't fancy having a poo outside unless it was essential, although I don't mind going to the loo outdoors normally, when I'm constipated it takes me ages to have a poo and its alot more comfortable sitting on the loo with a footstool!
We set off and walked out of our estate and then down a lane and after a couple of miles we were in the countryside. After walking for another half hour or so we decided we'd turn round as we were about an hour from home, the walk seemed to be doing the trick as I was starting to feel the urge for a poo, I told Lucy and she said she was too. We sat down, drank some water and ate the cereal bars I'd brought and then set off back home, what had started as a small urge was quickly developing into a more urgent need! I rubbed my belly and said, "I really want a poo now, I'm not sure I'm gonna make it home!" "Yeah, I know what you mean," Lucy said, "I'm getting desperate too!" We were passing a wooded area so I said, "Lets go behind one of those trees," Lucy nodded and followed me as I walked through the trees away from the path. "Right, we whould be far enough away now," I said, as I pulled down my shorts and knickers and squatted. Lucy did the same and we both started to wee into the dirt. As Lucys stream died away I looked across at her and could see she was bearing down, a few seconds later I'd finished my wee and I started to push too, I did a loud fart and then I felt my poo moving down and starting to poke out. Lucy was starting to grunt and go red in the face, she said, "Sorry, like I said its been a few days since I last had a poo, I'm really constipated!"
"Don't worry," I panted as I strained harder myself, "I think I'm gonna struggle as well if I'm honest!"
After a few more minutes of straining Lucy shook her head and said, "I don't think I'm gonna manage to go just yet!" I wasn't getting anywhere either so I said, "Yeah, I know what you mean, I think I'll have another try when we get back home!" Lucy started to pull her knickers up but she paused and said, "Actually Abbie can I have some loo paper to put in my knickers? I'm worried it might start to poke out on the way home and then I'll get skidmarks!" I handed her a couple of sheets which Lucy placed carefully in her knickers and pulled them up. I put some paper in my knickers too before pulling them back up and then my shorts. We set off again, when were about 10 minutes from home I had a really tight feeling in my belly and I felt my poo trying to poke out, I made a face and clutched my belly. "Are you OK?" asked Lucy. "Yeah, I'm just getting really desperate now, its trying to poke out of my bum!" I replied, "Its just as well we put that loo paper in our knickers earlier!!" "Well it will definitely be good not to get skidmarks, I always seem to be wearing white knickers when I've got a poo poking out and its a real pain getting them clean!" Lucy said.
As soon as we got home we rushed up to my ensuite and I said, "Do you mind if I go first only I'm really bursting?" "No, thats fine, I think I can wait a bit longer," Lucy replied. I quickly dropped my shorts and knickers and sat on the loo, I started to have a wee but as I'd been quite recently it was a weak stream that didn't last long. I took a deep breath and started to bear down, after pushing for as long as I could I released my breath with a loud grunt and then started to push again. After a few minutes of straining I could feel the tip of a massive fat log sticking out of my bum and I knew I'd gone really red in the face. "Sorry about this," I panted, as I had a rest for a moment, "It keeps going back up my bum when I stop pushing!" "Don't worry," Lucy said, "Last time I had a poo I had exactly the same problem!" I started to push again and couldn't help grunting loudly. After a while I had managed to push a bit more of the log out, but it was really fat and I realised it had got stuck. "This is really frustrating, now I've pushed more of it out its got really fat and I can't get it to move at all!" I said. "Try holding your bum cheeks apart" Lucy suggested, "Thats what I usually do when it gets stuck like that." I reached round and pulled my bum cheeks apart, pushing my knees together and pushing as hard as I could. "Is it working?" Lucy asked and I nodded, by now I was feeling really hot and bothered. Suddenly there was a huge splash as my log dropped and I moaned with relief. I then pushed a few more logs out but they were a lot easier to pass. After I was done I took some toilet paper and wiped my bum, before pulling up my knickers and shorts and flushing. I went and sat on the floor by the door. Lucy stood up and pulled down her shorts and knickers, her belly tensed as she bore down. After a few hard pushes and loud grunts it was clear that Lucy was struggling too. "I've got the same problem as you just had," she panted, "I can get the tip to come out but it goes back in when I stop pushing." She started to strain again and grimaced after another few pushes. "Are you OK?" I asked, and she said, "Yeah, I've got more of it out now but theres a really hard knobbly bit coming through, its hurting my bum!!" "Too much information!!" I said, and Lucy said, "Well, you did ask!" Just as I had done, Lucy reached round and pulled her bum cheeks apart and then eventually I heard a splash as she got the log to drop. She finished with a couple more pieces which came out a lot easier, then wiped her bum and pulled her knickers and shorts back up. I hope you enjoyed this story, I will try to post again soon, bye for now!Sue
If you girls are in a poop "stand off" with someone else in the next stall (or any other stall) do you wait till the other one starts pooping or do you go ahead yourself?
I can't do it, never, when someone enters and pees and then sits there for another minute I know she wants to poop so I leave (even if I have to go myself) I can't stand the embarrassment for both her and myself.
When I go in a cubicle and I hear other women pooing I am less inhibited and can go myself as well, especially because they haven't seen who I am. I do make sure to finish before them or I just wait till they left the toilets so they have no clue who the mysterious pooper was.
I prefer to go at very busy bathrooms (airports) because there is almost non stop flushing and a constant stream of people entering/leaving the facilities. It doesn't matter if you poop, nobody knows you or hears you anyway.Alex the hubby
Compost toilet
My wife and I wanted to build a compost toilet outhouse in the backyard. So last weekend, I decided to build it while my wife was at work. I had gotten this toilet chair thing from this pharmacy and some sawdust from this hardware store not too far from us and was planning to set up some sort of tarp as a simple wall for privacy reasons, then find a bucket for the toilet.
While I was setting all that up, my wife was coming back home from work and she immediately bolted to the backyard and asked if I were done with it. I showed her that I had just finished with the tarp thing and the only thing missing is the bucket that I have yet to obtain yet. She had to poop really badly and we knew it was probably pretty bad because she had trouble passing stool for the past few days now and she is usually pretty regular so she knew she was pretty backed up.
Out of the blue I suddenly suggested that I could quickly go grab a plastic bag and hold it open so she could try this set up. She hesitated but then she groaned as a noise came from her bowels, she then pressed her cheeks together and that's when she said okay and begged me to hurry up. She always use this step stool as she prefers to squat so I also brought that it along with the plastic bag. As she quickly took her pants and panties off, I quickly placed the bag underneath the chair and she had immediately went into squatting position.
As soon as she did, I can see the tip of this solid turd starting to emerge. She started groaning and said she can feel it coming. She adjusted her footing slightly, then just as she did, another sound came from her stomach and she started groaning as this poop started to come out. She started saying to me "ugh... here it comes.......". It kept getting longer until it finally stopped and holy, were it ever long. I stated as such and she chuckled and said that she expected that be the case, that she was so backed up. She wiped a bit before taking the bag of her "droppings" into the house to throw into the trash somewhere while I went to look for the bucket.IBS man
If anyone here has ibs how do you experience it? I've heard there are types like ibs-d (diarrhea) and ibs-c (constipation) so I was wondering if anyone here has it which one do you have? My doctor thinks I may have it but I haven't received a formal diagnosisCatherine
To Jenny SIS
Jenny,
Haha! I just saw that reference to my lack of skid marks! I promise it's true. But, I wonder, for whatever its worth, that my admission to having massive accidents counts for anything???
All in good fun! So glad to hear from you!
Love,
Catherine!
Ronette
Thinking ahead about your bathroom needs
Me and my friend Becca have been getting several child care assignments in the last few weeks before we go back to high school. Because the two of us are working together, we've been taking on some younger and more needy kids and using trips to the park, zoo and even a theme park as an incentive. Using public bathrooms is easy for some of our kids, but for others its just conflict after conflict and drama. Our only boy is Mikel, who just turned 5 and is ready, well not really but getting there, for kindergarten, but he has a long way to go to be fully successful in using bathrooms away from home. Small accidents, larger accidents, failure to think ahead and especially being able to focus are among the challenges he has.
When we're going out, I try and get Mikel to go to the bathroom before we leave his apartment. The other day we were at a train center entrance where there were larger, nicer and cleaner travel-stop bathrooms. He wasn't desperate yet, but I took him into the ladies room, lifted the seat, and he took about a 15 second piss. He then dropped the seat, listened to my instructions on flushing, and he activated the flusher. Then I sent him out to Becca who made sure he washed his hands. While she did that I took the seat and did what he calls a "poo-er". As we walked down the stairs to the lower-level trains Mikel was asking about my crap. He asked me how big it was and I showed him with a hand gesture. Becca, who wants to be a pre-school teacher, said that size gesture was inappropriate, but I think things like that have helped build a relationship with him over the last several months.
Within five minutes now on the lower level awaiting our train Becca announces she has to crap. The monitor shows our train is 3 minutes away, she grabs the back of her shorts and goes off running into this small, pit-stop type toilet in a room that's the size of one of my closets. No entrance door, no privacy door, just a horrid looking toilet, and now Becca ripping her clothing down and splashing herself down onto a horrible-looking toilet seat. There was gas at first, then a plopping noise that was repeated several times as Mikel and I stood in the doorway. Then she swore really bad in front of us when she found there was no wiping paper. She panicked, said some more vile things, and with Mikel in tow, we went next door to the guys toilet. Luckily no one was in there, but the toilet paper holder was no where to be found. Mikel tried to show me something in he sink, but I just pulled him out of there. Becca joined us on the platform and played the drama card for much of our 30 minute wait for our train.
I understand that her rear was filthy and I figured she was going to throw her undies out at first opportunity when we finally got to the zoo. Luckily her shorts were black so the soiling wouldn't show. At the zoo, right after we showed our passes, she headed to the bathroom. I suggested that Mikel go in, follow the procedures I had shown him, and he did great. That stop was good for the next 2 or 3 hours. Becca came out with another drama act--the toilet paper was coarse, the room was too dark to even see what she was doing, and blame, blame, blame!
Mikel seemed most amused by the African animals because of their large size and the anxiety-free pooping they did for us visitors just a few feet from them.Zoey
Has anyone seen that vital video of a social work ( school meeting ) with a girl name Jennifer who gets caught pooping during a meeting by her class mates ? Is this video confirmed real or staged? It's funny but I hope it's staged as the girls full name is in the video. If it's real I Hope sure had a good sense of humor
I think the video is called " don't be Jennifer "
Jennifer AKA sis
Anna in Austria- Are your pretty good about not getting skidmarks in you underwear? It sounds kind of rare for you unless you are partying pretty hard.
Are bidets common in Austria ?
Everyone - lots of countries represented on this forum. Does everyone know what a skidmark is? Is their other names for poop stains on underwear from other cultures ?