Vincene
My first crap in high school
This happened about 15 years ago when I had just started high school. It was a large urban school. Here I was, a 9th grader in awe over the size of the place and all the choices and activities that were offered. On the first day only freshmen came to school and only for a 3 hour block. I didn't have to use the bathroom there. That would change on the 2nd day. Kneeling down, getting books from my locker at the very bottom of the stack set off my bowels. In middle school I had perfected what some of us called the quick sit shit during passing periods. Often there wasn't time, though, for good wiping and more often a hand-wash, since the 1 minute warning bell at 4 minutes told us we had to make a run for class. Otherwise there was a Saturday detention hall that filled up more than 1/2 the cafeteria. Asking for extra privileges there would add to your DT time, or so we had heard.
Well on this 2nd day of school I had to crap, but didn't think I could make in the 2 minutes left before the bell. I was too embarrassed to ask my really mean looking teacher, who had been there since the 1960s, for a favor. Although I needed it bad and only a miracle was saving my new red underwear. I didn't say anything because it would be embarrassing. So at the bell that ended class I ran down the hall as fast as I could to the nearest bathroom. Only about half of the toilets were taken. I threw my book bag down, yanked my new jeans down, grabbed a toilet seat protector off the wall behind the toilet, and it frustrated me when 4 came down. My finger was already throbbing from yanking at my jeans belt buckle, I used my fist to open the middle of the seat tissue. I placed it on the white seat. Then with a thump I was seated on it. Sometimes the heads of my craps are enormous, so I was pushing with all my might. There was one pound on the door, a couple of pushes that shook it, and some name calling as I pushed and pushed with some luck, but the head did not yet clear. The eyes of angry classmates peeking in on me were scary.
Then the fire alarm went off, the lights flickered, and I had to give up and hurry out to the parking lot. For 10 minutes or so I had to wait outside with what felt like a large cucumber jammed up my butt. I let off a large amount of gas, but in the parking lot, I didn't have to worry about anyone else smelling it. Since it was hot out, I feared I was going to throw up right out there in the crowd. When the alarm stopped, they sent us in through another door. It was also close to a bathroom. So with my book bag breaking my back, I headed into the bathroom. There had been some heavy-duty crapping going on, I could smell. The middle stall was open, although one or two persons' crap was floating in it. I went through my usual routine. Secured the door. Took off my book bag, lowered my clothing, but I found there was no seat tissues left in the holder. I grabbed the toilet paper roll, tore off 3 pieces and laid them down. Once my butt crunched onto them, I knew my crap was more than ready. I pushed may be 1/2 of what I did earlier and this monster turd slowly exited. I stood, straddling the seat with 2 of the papers stuck to my butt. I could see a piece that was the size of the cucumbers my mom cuts up for salads. Just then the 1-minute warning bell rang and I knew I couldn't wipe. So I grabbed a a handful of toilet paper, the last on the roll, placed it in the middle of my underwear, and yanked my jeans up. Actually I was buttoning them as I went into the hallway and to class. One older boy who was walking in the opposite direction saw my buttoning attempts on the run, and smiled. I just know he knew what was happening. I made it to class on time. Then 2 hours later at lunch when I had a pee emergency I took the clump of toilet paper out, threw it in the bowl, and spent a couple of minutes doing my usual wiping routine. But I had saved my new undies.Bianca
Runny
Hi folks! While enjoying the Massacre album from 50 Cent a couple of days ago, I had diarrhea. It was tollerable as usual, and lasted from the afternoon to the start of the evening. I also had lots of farting, too. I don't like missing a CD while it's playing in the CD player, so I paused Massacre when my bathroom need approached. It was a good album for many years, but terrible scratches ruined the quality. As you toilet lovers know, scratches on the porsaline throne can ruin it as well. To Celine: I love your stories! Sometimes when I think about my poop, I believe it smells different now than a year ago. Other times however, it may smell similar. For those of you who wear a mask when a poop comes out in public, do you smell it? I can smell with both of my cloth masks. I haven't incountered my own poop smell through them yet. Goodnight to all.
Long John Silver
Composting toilet
My wife & I wanted to build a composting toilet so on Friday, I started building one when my wife went to work. I was able to go get this toilet chair thing at the local pharmacy. It basically looks like a chair but with a toilet seat instead of a normal seat. Sadly the one I gotten didn't have a bucket in it.
I was creating a simple outhouse with a few tarps and a few wooden logs I had lying around. While I was creating that, I heard my wife pull up to our driveway and bolted over to the backyard where I was doing all this and said she really had to poop and asked if I was done with it yet. I told her not yet and I haven't even gotten around with the container for it yet. She then quickly bolted to the house but before she even gotten halfway, I suddenly asked that if she wanted to try it out, I could just bring something out for her to use. She hesitated before agreeing to it and told me to hurry because she almost had an accident even making it back home.
So I quickly went inside and found a small clear plastic bag and brought it out. As soon as she saw me coming out with it, she quickly pulled her pants and panties off and sat on it while I opened the bag open and placed it underneath the toilet chair. She sat down and a fart came shooting out. She sighed of relief and it didn't take long before a huge long poop starting to come out.
After that big log came out, a couple small pieces came out before she was finally finished. She sighed again and told me that she felt so much better and after seeing how much came out, she was shocked to say the least. Anyways afterwards, she quickly took that bag of her poop and tossed it in the garbage bag before she went back inside to use the bathroom to clean her behind up.
Now I need to go build a container or buy one for the composting toilet.
Take care everyone.RK
Dry loo
I've just found this site...wouldn't usually do this but it seemed like the right place to share.
Since Feb this year I've had a dry toilet in my shed. I got it because I wanted to compost my outputs and use them to fertilise my allotment. The toilet is in a wooden case which has a separator, so the poo drops straight into a bucket where I later cover it with horse bedding. The wee is collected in a flask which I then empty into larger 10L plastic canisters using a funnel. I put sugar in there to inhibit the bacteria. It's so satisfying to me to see my wee build up, knowing that I can use it to get my compost heap steaming. The poo takes longer to accumulate, but it's a subtle thrill to tip the lot into a plastic compost bin, knowing that from the outside, nobody can tell what's in there. A little heap of droppings is a beautiful, natural thing, and no, it doesn't smell.
I go out to my shed every day after my second cup of green tea (you could set your watch by it, honestly) and I really enjoy the whole process. Even if the shed is cold and my seat is a little bracing.
With lockdown in the UK, I'm slightly worried that my neighbours might catch on to my regular shed visits. Often when I go in, I think of a cover story, like... just checking on my grow tent (LOL). Ironically, that would probably be more socially acceptable.
(I don't have a grow tent, sorry to disappoint.)
Since starting this, I really resent having to sh*t in the water supply any time I'm away from home. It seems like such a waste of water, and of valuable manure.
Rachypinkypoo
Oh my goodness!
I'm shocked by Christina's story about Lindsay. Gobsmacked!
Monday, November 09, 2020
Celine
to Ashley
The very first time I peed outside, my body simply took over-I had never seen any friends do it, but my need to urinate was so overwhelming that I nearly felt sick with it. I just found a private spot, dropped my pants, and pissed a huge geyser. It felt like it went on forever. The time I was 13, I had actually turned around from my front door and began to walk towards the small patch of woods behind my house to find a place to piss but every step made me spurt more and by the fourth or fifth step away, my bladder simply couldn't take the strain anymore and I completely saturated my jeans. Soaked, front and back. Having a big bladder has certainly come in handy for certain situations, but it can also be a hassle. At my maximum capacity, it can take me up to a minute to fully void it. I'll start off loud and hissing (my mom and sister make fun of me if they happen to hear it), but near the end I'll need to squeeze the muscles down there to make sure I get out every drop, because it slows to a trickle before stopping completely.Flynn
Potty Stories
Hey, all! It's been a long time, hasn't it? Well, seeing as it's been...two or so months, I think (I kind of lost track of time), I'll give you all an update on the potty situation.
Well, my mom recycled my potty, but in the time that I had it, it was wonderful. I'm planning to buy another one anyways, so it's not that big of a deal to me anyways.
Anyway, now that I have you all here, here are a few potty stories.
Once, I filled the potty cup with a decent amount of water, and then peed in it. I liked hearing the pee going into the water. It was great.
I used the potty when I placed it in my bed a few times, too. That was also really good.
I placed the potty on the floor and used it a few times then. That was also pretty good.
Anyways, hopefully you guys continue to take interest in me, and to all those who have potty chairs, just know that I love you guys, and I'm glad that you're keeping the spirit alive.
With that being said, though, hopefully I can buy this new potty without my mom catching me in the act! Seriously though, I hope this new potty is good, and I hope you all have a nice day. Peace!
Christina
Lindsay's load
Last year during the end of August, my best friend Lindsay and I was 18 and was about to attend college together, starting in the following months.
During the summer that year, we were working at this local grocery store to make some extra money and wanted to stop working there because the travel commitments was going to be too hard to maintain while attending school. The thing is that our boss had always been a total a-hole while we worked there and we wanted to end it on our own terms.
We talked about it and we eventually somehow managed to stumble onto the subject about how she haven't had a bowel movement for a few days which is kind of unusual for her because she usually have one daily. I then immediately spring up the notion of her just doing an enema and ruining our boss's office with it. Of course, I was joking at first but then we started to actually thought about it and went with it because we couldn't think of anything else.
During the end of August when we were planning to quit, I luckily had the night shift where I had to close. This had given us a great opportunity to do this. Sometime around 10pm when we were starting to close, the only coworker that worked with me that night finally left when I was starting to close up and after a few moments later, I told Lindsay to come over as I'm finally alone in the store. When she came over, she also brought over the enema supplies and she went to the employee's washroom and started to fill the bag. She wanted the enema to have full effect so she wanted to attempt to take in as much as she can.
After everything was set up, she started the process and after several minutes, she managed to take in around 2 liters of water before she had to stop. After she was finished, she quickly bolted to the office and she decided to do it on his desk but before she started going, I dared her to squat over it and see how long she can hold it in before releasing it. She laughed and told me she don't think she could hold it for much longer due to her already being pretty desperate but she will try. I tried to distract her with random topics and occasionally she would moan when a sudden discomfort in her bowels pops up.
I think it was after the 10 minutes mark did she started to leak a little bit, then leaked again after several seconds. She said she don't think she can hold it in any longer, so as she was starting to lose control with several small burst of brown water and a couple small pieces of poo coming out, she made a small speech, which goes around the lines of this: "Well boss, I really hope you will enjoy my present to you. I know..... uuugghh..... I will....... Because.... I can't hold on..... Any longer...... Aaaaahhhhhh......", as she was finishing that speech, she sighed of relief as this huge wave of water and several pieces of poop started to splatter out of her like volcano.
It had gotten all over the desk and it didn't take long before it was getting onto the floor too. She chuckled and told me that it was a good thing I wasn't standing behind her because it was gonna be a splash zone. I laughed a lot harder than I should've at that stupid joke.
Anyways, after she was finished, she peaked at her mess and was shocked how much there were. While she was still squatting, she ask me to pass her some toilet paper. I decided to tell her to turn around and I'll wipe for her. She laughed and told me that'll work too. She did that, and while I did that, I told her she had better not fart at me and she replied that she cannot make such a promise right now so I better hurry up.
After we finished with this, we quickly bolted from this whole thing and Lindsay slept over at my place. Let's just say the next morning, we received a pretty interesting text message from our co-workers regarding our boss who was furious. As you guys can probably imagine, we didn't exactly have a job for long after that.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed our experience, or should I say, her experience haha.
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Bonus story
Last month, I was heading back to my dorm room with the runs, likely because I accidentally ate something that was starting to go bad. By the time I got there to the front door of my room, I was already very gassy and then all of the sudden, a squirt of diarrhea came out. I panicked and stood there trying to regain control of my bowels. After I felt like I did, I carefully opened the door and went inside. But right before I could make it into the bathroom, another squirt of diarrhea came out. At this point, I just didn't want to fight the urge as it was too strong and I was already starting to leak into my panties anyways, so I ran into the bathtub and relaxed.
As soon as I did, a lot of poop came rushing out of me. At this point, even if I wanted to stop, I can't really hold it back for more than a few seconds as I just had to go too badly and my body just refuse to let me either way.
After I felt I was finished, I started to evaluate the damage and I concluded its best to just throw both my pants and panties away. Luckily the damage to the flip flops I was wearing that day wasn't bad.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed my story as well. I will update you guys with another story if another one ever pops up.
Stay safe during this pandemic, everyone. :)My name is Deb
Halloween
Hello, my name is Deb and I'm back with another quick story.
My husband and I took our daughter out trick or treating last Saturday for Halloween. I dressed up as Wonder Woman and so did my daughter as she wanted to be the same as me. She walked for most of it, but we had her stroller with us in case she got tired.
My costume was pretty good. It has the top along with the short skirt as as well as the bracelets and boot coverings. I wore a pair of blue tights and pink bikini panties underneath.
I was feeling pretty good so I didn't wear a Depends or even a pad. I didn't want the bulk from either showing through my tights or skirt.
About halfway through our walk I started cramping up really badly. Then I felt my bowels drop and I had to clench my butt cheeks to keep it from coming out. The cramps got worse and finally I just couldn't take it anymore. With a bit of a squelch, a rush of mushy poop came out and I filled my panties. Because I was wearing tights, the mess spread all over my bum and up my back. That was just the first round too. I still had to got quite a bit more. I told my husband that I needed to get back home because I wasn't feeling well. I kept letting out more mushy poop into my panties as we walked home. My husband asked me if I was okay and I had to tell him that I was sick and pooped my pants yet again.
We got home and I went straight up to our washroom to have a shower and get cleaned up. My panties were a total mess as were my tights. I got them cleaned up, but my panties still have noticeable poop stains in them. Another pair for my "period panties" pile.
Well, that's all for now. Thanks for reading.
Deb.Catherine
Warm Water and Lemon
Hi friends!
Have you ever tried warm water and lemon first thing in the morning? I've never needed anything to stimulate my bowels, but I've read that drinking warm water with lemon juice first thing in the morning can "activate" your bowels. I heard someone say that she could tell a big difference in the size and consistency of her poop when she began the day with warm lemon water.
I would love to hear any of your go-to remedies for constipation or to stimulate your bowels. For me, nothing beats a consistent, high fiber diet.
Love to all!
Catherine!Miranda
Emily's questions
I've never been shy about using school or public bathrooms. Sitting for a few pees a day and usually a crap, is normal. However, both my current boyfriend Kennard, and an earlier male friend, Travis, do not share my viewpoint.
Kennard, whom I've written about on this board over the 4 years we were in high school, would hold his crap all day and then run home right after school to take his crap, and then he would join me at the park. Sometimes he would come back to do a school activity with me after his crap trip home.
I've tried everything with him, but it doesn't work as I think it should. One morning, he texted me during 2nd hour that in releasing gas, he had dumped in his pants. I got out of class, told him to meet me in a nearby boys bathroom, that I was certain would probably be vacant, so I shut and locked the door from the inside so no others could enter, and I let him have it with my anger. I had him sit on the closest toilet, and I yanked his jeans off and threw them aside. It was obvious he had a soft dump the size of a tennis ball in his tattered boxers. I carefully handled them, rolled them up and threw them away in the trash can. Then he put his jeans back on, but I stopped him before pulled them up to check his wiping work. He needed
to stay seated while I helped him get himself more clean. Then he went without underwear for the rest of the day. Then I pushed him aside, ripped my jeans down and took the seat. I think I got done in 30 seconds or so, did two wipes and then showed him the lack of crap on the 3rd. He was both surprised and embarrassed by my anger. But we each got detention time because someone had seen or heard us go in.
Travis and I had been friends since we were 10. By the time we were 13 we were spending more time together without supervision. With Travis, the problem was he didn't like to pee away from home. He would try and hold it and I could tell he was in pain. When we were sophomores, just before I met Kennard, Travis was out hiking with another boy. The story I heard from Travis was that the other boy faced a tree and opened up. Surprisingly, the other boy who was a couple of years older, was able to piss without giving much direction to his penis. While the other boy went ahead up a hill, Travis fumbled with his organ, shook it to get a stream started, and another group nearby saw it and thought he was pleasuring himself. The police arrived, took their statement and Travis was given a citation for lewd behavior. His mom had to go to juvy, meet with the judge, and he was given a stack of volunteer work hours.
Saturday, November 07, 2020
Emily
Public urination laws and wetting pants
In most places there are laws in place that prohibit public urination. I was wondering if peeing pants is counted as public urination? Or are there some other laws that prohibit peeing in pants in public, or being in wet pants? How about pooping in pants or being in messed pants in public?
Marie
Question for Potty Optional Parents
So I know there maybe some parents here who let their kids potty where they please. My question is where do you let them go?
-Marie
Tim
During a vacation trip to Greece I was visiting a popular archaeological site. I went up a hill behind the parking lot to take some pictures of the area. Then I became aware of a woman lurking through the bushes surrounding the parking area. Just below me she stopped up, looking around before pulling down and squatting low. Obviously she did not become aware of me. If so I guess that she should not have done it. After a few minutes she wiped and pulled up and went back. She went over to a quite large group of tourists traveling around by bus. When I returned to the parking lot I went by the spot where she had squatted and saw that she had left a quite long "cable" there and some used (brown stained) wet wipes. In the evening the group arrived at our hotel. It was a British group of tourists. I spotted the woman among them. She was around 70 years old I think. She looked much younger when I saw her out there. I guess that she was really in need of a toilet when she chose to go in the outside instead of waiting till they arrived at the hotel.rb
Just Replies
Kristen - Never for me, but I remember when I was about eight at some kind of family party, my cousin who was the same age as me had wet his pants and my uncle spanked him several times. Another time I remember at about that same age, my friend peed her pants at my house and she didn't want to go home after that because she'd get "quite a spanking". She stayed at our house for a couple hours until her pants were not noticeably wet anymore, and as far as I knew, her mother never found out.
Victoria B - You had some guts to intentionally wet your pants in school! What did you say or who did you tell that your mom knew you wet your pants on purpose?
Shannon - Your story of peeing your pants on a boat ride made me recall a similar story I had posted several pages back. Thanks for sharing! I chuckled when you said the "good" part was because you were already soaked, you just kept re-wetting your pants after.
Anonymous College Student
Update on Professor + Really Short Story
I did email Mrs. C over the weekend and she told me she was feeling better, but just a little gassy(lol). That actually reminded me of my first psychology class with her. Somebody had accidentally farted and the class laughed, but Mrs. C said farting is natural and is healthy. I've never actually heard Mrs. C fart apart from the diarrhea thing on Friday and I'm too embarrassed to fart in front of her.
Lorenz
Toilet seat preservation
With my classes and a part-time job and some volunteer work I find that I am having 9 out of 10 of my craps away from home. My friend Addison flew in last week to visit with her parents and I took my crap at the airport since I had about 45 minutes to kill. I went in found the usual long line of crappers, the middle door was ajar, so I took it. My mask was overheating my face and glasses as I dropped my jeans and underwear to knee level and slid myself onto the seat. The seat was so loose from the back bolts that I was thrown almost against the toilet paper roll to the right. I stood up, gingerly tried to re-seat myself and with my crap exiting the seat now slipped and was almost off the bowl. It was very awkward with the left side of my body so uncomfortable, with no guarantee that the loose or busted bolt was going to hold. I sat still with my elbows digging into my thighs. Within about 10 seconds a new guy came into the stall to my left, feet facing the toilet, and it seemed he used his right foot to kick the toilet seat upward and backward. Ouch! I could easily hear the collision of that seat and the wall. There was a little splatter on the floor between his legs to begin with but the guy had a torrential stream. He turned and didn't flush. I was overheating as I sat and pushed. I lowered my mask. As I was having difficult with a much-slower large turd, I redistributed my weight forward, tucked in my penis to prevent it from laying over the front of the bowl, and as I was pushing a little kid came running into the toilet on the other side of me. He threw the seat up with such a hard force that it bounced back down on him. He corrected it but not before his stream was erratic as a garden hose. Some splashes came dangerously close to my right foot. He got done, zipped up his jeans and exited without a flush. I heard an adult tell him he was a good little man. I couldn't believe it!
When Addison finally arrived she practically threw her carry-on case to me and walked fast and faster through the crowd to get to the bathroom. She texted me from the toilet saying that what she was draining was from two hours in the air and two sit-downs on the plane's toilet she said produced only a few trickles. She said the rough-ride on that toilet almost made her throw up because the turbulence was bumpy and that a flight attendant had knocked for her twice. When I texted her to tell me what her toilet seat was like she said she considered it a throne. We had an interesting conversation in the car about what makes a good toilet seat. Addison seemed to agree with the case I made for tight seats. Both she and I feel that hand-lifting and lowering of the seats will cause them to be better than the hard kicks. She did bring up a good point that overweight users might also put more tension on the bolts.
A quick survey from me and Addison?
1. How often and at what kind of place do you encounter loose seats?
2. What other defects in seats have you encountered?
3. Have you ever complained to a sales clerk, management or a teacher about a damaged seat?Catherine
SPAS!!!
Trina and Shannon,
I say YES!!! to the Solid Poop Accident Sisters!!! I sincerely appreciate having these conversations with you both!
Shannon, I'm sorry you had an accident while leaving the polls. But congratulations on 36 days without an accident!
Bianca: Thank you for your kind words. Yes, our family has appreciated the change in bowel habits due to our diet. Chloe, our eldest, who seems to be embarrassed by her bodily functions, confessed to me that she actually feels more confident about herself because her bathroom trips are predictable, quick and comfortable. She actually looks forward to going! Yes, I too imagine or visualize being a part of some of the best poop stories here! I hope you are well!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Thursday, November 05, 2020
Anonymous College Student
Professor
On Friday's I usually have lunch with my psychology professor. We have a close relationship and she is like a mother to me. I'll call her Mrs C. Yesterday, I could tell something was off with her while she was teaching. Her voice wasn't as strong and she looked a bit nervous. I asked her if she was alight when we were heading to lunch and she said her stomach was hurting.
She didn't eat very much. She just ate a few bites and that's it. We were eating at the outside cafe and normally we're going to the parking lot after lunch so she can smoke, but she had said she didn't feel like smoking and that her stomach hurt really bad. I felt bad for her.
Suddenly, her stomach made a loud noise. She blushed and told me she'll be right back before heading inside. It then hit me that she has diarrhea! I waited a few minutes before throwing our stuff away and heading inside. I checked in the indoor cafe bathroom but she wasn't in there. It then hit me she'll probably be in the bathroom on the same hall where her classroom is.
I was right and I found Mrs. C in the bathroom with diarrhea. She seemed really distressed and embarrassed, but she was glad I decided to check up on her. Her diarrhea was loud, wet, and smelly. She told me she'll probably go to her room to rest and she'll have to find a sub. I asked her what caused her to have diarrhea and she told me that her breakfast did taste a bit funny. Mrs. C was in there for about 8 more minutes before coming out. Her face was red and she had took her hair down from the ponytail. I didn't see her for the rest of the day but I'll probably email her and ask how she is doing.Optional Dev
I actually made a smell.
This is just your optional man here to say, I got a treat for halloween, this evening i pooped before taking a shower and walked by my bathroom and noticed i actually left a little smell, that death smell. I am very proud of myself since i dont normally leave a smell. The poop was very dark. the hole in the bowl had many nice skidmarks left over.
Catherine, i am so happy you had a good birthday and poo
Ms Othodontist, Arianna, taylor T, cant wait for more of your stories, your poop stories are intense.
Rochelle, well, i miss her.
I hope you are all well, happy pooping, happy halloween, and see you next time. I plan to be more involved.
Replies
I'm a bit late responding but I have a few replies to my survey responses:
To Audrey: Did your Mum not show you how to pee outside without getting pee on your shoes when you had to go outside for the first time?
To Maddy: You definitely had a big bladder as a kid! You must have been really shy about using public toilets and asking to use the toilet to end up in that state. I guess it never crossed your mind at that age that it was best to go to the toilet even if you didn't like going to a public toilet than to have an accident? An accident at 12 years old in front of friends would have been very embarrasing if it happened at school. It must have been embarrasing to wee where other cars could see you.
To Monika B: How do you manage to hold it for 6 hours and still not be desperate when you get home? I wouldn't make it all day without peeing lol
To Celine: How did you know how to pee outside? Did you see a friend do it at some point before you did or did you manage to work it out out of shear desperation? It's not as simple as it is for guys, especially if you've never done it before!
If only I was blessed with a large bladder like yours lol
Did you not think to pee outside when you were 13 or was there no where private for you to go?Hey guys, thank you for responding to my survey! Always interesting seeing a variety of answers from everyone. I actually have another few questions if anyone wants to answer. I'd like to become a regular poster here, so I figured this would be a good way to kinda get my feet wet, figuratively speaking.
First off, general question/thing to think about: Why is pooping more embarrassing than peeing?
This is an odd one for me, because personally, I hate when others can hear me pee too, but I think being heard pooping is a lot more embarrassing. But why? I haven't been able to figure that out for myself other than just knowing it's more embarrassing. Of course, when you go to the bathroom, people assume you're peeing regardless. Personally I try to pee as quickly as possible so no one thinks I pooped too, lol.
Also, question: how often does everyone pee per day? What's the most you've peed in a day?
And a tip for those who are embarrassed about the smell of their poop: There's this spray called poopourri, and it works wonders! You spray it into the toilet just enough to cover the surface before you do your business. Works like a charm for me!
Thanks for reading!Catherine
Election Day - Doo your Doodie!
I hope that everyone in the States will exercise your right to vote!
And, be sure to Doo your Doodie before standing in those long lines! If anyone has any poop related stories about waiting in line today, I will be interested. Fortunately, Alan and I voted absentee!
Also, yesterday was another day of satisfying bowel movements!
Love to all!
Catherine!Mikey from Wisconsin
First post and surveys!!
Hi all! I'm mikey I'm 14 years old I've been a long time lurker on this site but never posted so I'll give it a go! When I poop I love to take photos of it and compare it to my other poops. I am also a bed wetter. I don't really know what to write so I'll do a survey.
1. When you are alone do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet?
Yes when I'm alone I usually don't pee in the toilet I pee in a cup or a sink or outside.
2. Do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet if your family, SO(Significant Other), roommate is around?
I leave the door open when I pee, but when I poop I close the door.
3. If you are a noisy pooper such as loud farts, grunting. etc. do you try being quiet when you have company? I'm not really a loud pooper and if I have to go with company I'll go the the basement bathroom so they don't hear me.
4. Are you ok if your children, SO, roommate walk in while you are on the toilet?
When I have a wife and kids I would let them keep the door open and I would be completely fine if they walk in.
5. Are you ok walking in to use the toilet while your children, SO, roommate is in there for another reason? Same as above.
6. Are you comfortable using a public toilet if someone is in the stall next to you?
Yes, as long as I don't know them.
7. How often do you get so constipated that you need an enema?
I've never used an enema so never.
8. Do you use a squatty potty when pooping?
No, but I take two toilet paper rolls and put my feet on them.
9. When was the first time you realized you were fascinated with pooping?
When I was about 9 or 10 I saw a video of how girls pee and poop and loved it ever since!
10. What started that fascination?
The video of the girl pooping and peeing.
11. Do you listen to hear you SO on the toilet?
I will when I have a girlfriend.
12. Do you always wipe until you are completely clean?
Most of the time.
13. How often in the course of a month do you leave skid marks in your underwear, panties, thong, etc.?
About once a week.
14. Do you fart when you pee?
Not that often but I fart a lot when I poop.
15. Have you ever had a poop get stuck half way out and needed help getting it the rest of the way out? Nope.
I hope you enjoyed! Please tell me your pooping and peeing ideas! And if there is any surveys that I should answer let me know!!
Catherine
Happy Monday!
I hope that everyone is well! So far, 40 has been good to me in the doodie department! I had to extremely satisfying sessions yesterday! Just so much thick, warm, soft poop! This morning's was not quite the same, but still a 12-13 inch soft, thick log. I was so worried that at 40, my bowels would start to act up.
Alan and I are really eating a lot of chicken, fish, beans, greens and such and avoiding beef and pork when we can. We won't every completely eliminate beef and pork, but we are not eating it at home, which is contributing to our family's ideal bowel function.
Just grateful! I hope you all are well and wish you the best in life and the best in the bathroom!
Catherine!Optional Dev
Poop smell theory?
Hey all,
i am curious.
To those of you that make eggy smelling poops, or meaty smelling poops or if you have ever smelled any like that and felt digusted whether it was yours or another....my question is why.
I think of this as i open a jar with left over chicken strips and realized that is basically the smell of an eggy/meaty dump. so why does it disgust us from one source but not the other?
I personally think there is beauty in most smells other than if you are walking behind a trash truck....jeez that is awful. but you see my point right?
I am sure we cannot create a solid set of evidence on this, but i am curious what your opinion of it is or why you personally do or don't mind smells of poop similar to what others ate.
to simplify
does meaty or eggy poop smell (anyones) bother you? why?
please elaborate. and feel free to add anything into this.
i want to start a discussion.
Time to eat that chicken now :)
Happy Pooping!Rachypinkypoo
I wish life was perfect!
Does anyone else share my aforementioned anxiety about the risk of one's stool being stubbornly unflushable? It's been making me feel as nervous as Tweek, from South Park, for over 30 years.
Of course, if one's deposit looked as cute as Mr. Hankey's daughter Amber, the issue wouldn't be so mortifying!
Andrea
Andrea's mini survey
These three questions should have been included in my previous survey.
When you wipe your butt:
1. Do you reach between your legs and wipe from back to front?
2. Do you lean to one side, reach around behind you and wipe from front to back?
3. Which hand do you use?
David
replies
to Catherine: thank you very much for your reply I really enjoyed reading it. I am glad your are back.
to Kamdyn:thank you very much for sharing your story with your babysitter. It really sounds like you had no other choice than going on top of what already was in the bowl.