Cassy
A little while ago I stepped into a public bathroom. To my surprise there where brown streakes on the toilet and on the ground. I can only imagine what happened there. Someone came in desperately. Trying to close the door while trying to get their pants down. They succeed at both and before hitting the toilet they loose control. They rapidly try to sit down and have a major explosion. Afther they try to clean up rapidly but the mess is just to much so they try and leave without anyone noticing. Has anyone seen this too or have they been a culprit? Have you ever caught anyone messing up the toilet ?Mikayla
Gas Company Technician Smelled a Different Type of Gas
I have a somewhat embarrassing situation that happened to me the other day. I am a recent college grad and I am living with my parents. The gas meter was scheduled to be replaced and the morning appointment was scheduled within a 4 hour window. I have been constipated for the past couple of days and I tried a lot of different foods and nothing really worked. The previous night I took a handful of Senikot gummies that were in the medicine cabinet. Since I had cramps I opted to wear very loose boyshorts that barely covered my rear end.
Anyways the doorbell rang at the beginning of the appointment window. The technician was a cutie and he arrived promptly which was good as I was starting to feel a bit of activity in my stomach. The tech explained that once he finished, he would need access to the appliances to do a safety check, and that he would ring the bell when he was ready. I asked him how long it would take and he said about an hour. Over the course of the next 20 minutes, I started to feel a pressure in my butt. I checked the clock as I headed to the toilet. I had nearly a half hour before he would finish with the exterior meter replacement…or so I thought. I slid my boyshorts down to my thighs and planted myself on the pot. The poo came out steadily and mushy. It took nearly 10 minutes to finish, and it was very smelly. I was in the process of wiping my bottom when the doorbell rang. OH CRAP, he's done already?…I asked myself as I flushed the toilet.
The bathroom reeked of my gassy explosion. The technician rang the bell again… The air freshener was in the upstairs bathroom and there was no time for me to scurry upstairs to get it. I called out "just a minute, let me get my mask". Since he would be wearing one as well it would perhaps block the stinky bathroom. I answered the door and let in the tech. I tried to make some small talk with him to distract him from the bathroom and he joined in as well. After inspecting the appliances, he said that he smelled gas. Instead of playing guessing games with the tech I told him that I was just finishing up in the bathroom when he rang the bell, and I could not get to any air freshener. I apologized for the stench. He said no worries and he confirmed everything was in working order. What a gentleman! I thanked him and he left my house to go to his next job.
Abigail
To Megan: Plunging troubles
Megan, your question about plunging made me think about a good story from a few years back. The year after we graduated college, some friends and I rented a house in the California desert for a reunion. Being just out of college, we were all pretty poor so 8 of us ended up renting a 3 bedroom house for 3 nights. On the first day we were all out by the pool when Sarah came back outside and told us not to use the master bathroom as it wasn't flushing. Having lived with Sarah for two years in college, I knew she had probably just clogged the toilet. When we lived together, she wound up backing up our toilet on a weekly basis. Usually, I would hear the toilet flush but not drain, then shortly after the gulping noise of the plunger. 9/10 times, she'd have it cleared within a few minutes, but sometimes had to let the toilet sit. On the handful of occasions I actually saw her logs, it wasn't surprising they didn't flush-they were quite large.
Back to the story, the rest of us playfully made fun of her. Gabbie said something like "the poop queen has struck again!" Sarah playfully flipped her off and shook her booty at her. Luckily, we had another bathroom to use, although 8 girls in one bathroom is obviously far less than ideal. We all figured Sarah would fix the other one quickly though so no one was worried. Later that day, Sarah admitted it still wasn't flushing and asked if anyone could help her. Gabbie and I both volunteered (both secretly curious) and Sarah led us to the scene. She had put some towels around the toilet because the water was splashing out a bit. Inside the bowl we could see a big log of poo still sticking out of the hole by 6 inches or so. Sarah claimed she had gotten more than half of it down the hole, so this was a massive log. Gabbie and I each took a few goes at it but still nothing. It didn't help that the toilets flush was weak. As you can imagine, A Sarah-sized poop + weak flush is a bad combo. We gave up for the day. The next morning, still no luck. That afternoon, nothing. That evening, Sarah had to go again. There was intense debate whether she should risk destroying the 2nd toilet or just go into the one she already clogged. She ended up going in the working one and taking a chance. We all held our breath as she was going. When she flushed, it sounded like it had clogged again. We couldn't hear the water drain. A few seconds later, the toilet gurgled and gasped for air! It had flushed!
Sarah never did end up getting the poor toilet unclogged. Sarah left a sorry note for the owners with a 5 dollar bill on top of the tank. Now when we look back, we joke that that was the trip Sarah almost singlehandedly ruined. Jokes aside, we all obviously still love Sarah, big dumps and all!
Audrey
Mika: very innovative having your sister use the sink and potty!
Flynn: Great to hear from you has always.
Maddie: Welcome, I love your post, I think we are a lot alike. I also love to lie down and watch in the mirror, and pee under my skirt like you. It's great that your dad is comfortable with you messing and going in places other than the toilet. May I ask, why did he have you shit yourself when you were camping, rather than just poo outside? Did you pee at all when that happened? When I was your age, my parents did always inspect my poos so that I could maintain a healthy diet, but not when camping.(I would use that as an opportunity to hold for an especially big one :). I would also think that that would make it harder to judge and a lot of cleanup. I wish I could have pullups too! Did they hold your poo, did you just pee,or did they ever blowout? I'm excited to hear more from you!
Danni:Do you remember the first time they helped you and could you share the story? No, my family has been helping me with that for a while.
Do you have to ask them for help or do they usually offer to help?
What do they do to help you? Not anymore, but even then they'd usually approach me.
How often do you receive help from them? Every few months m
Do you ever help them poop too? No.
Do you like to be helped or is it painful or embarrassing for you?
I like it.
The other day I was out for a walk and saw a girl squatting to fill her jeans. That was interesting.
Jhon
Omg embrassed
Me and my wife were moving the other weekend I got a job and we had to move it was a 5 hour transition. So we and our neighbors had a big cookout the night before plenty bbn if food beer etc. The next day we left early in the morning with the last of our stuff about 2 hours into the trip my stomach started cramping up I needed a toilet bad . I told my wife I was going to stop in the next town she smiled and said ok well the next place to stop was well not to nice looking a old indian store gas station .my wife asked why are we stopping here I fianll told her I am about to shit myself she just laughed well you ate alot and had plenty of liquor. She also said I bet that us a nasty bathroom I replyed I dont care I need a toilet. I make my way inside bathroom was in the back I opened the door and there was a lady bent over wiping I quietly closed the door I dont think she noticed me I stood outside clenching and praying . She walked out and smiled I went in it smelled bad but rather clean there is a sign saying lock doesn't work use at your own risk. Well I couldn't hold it I sat down got my pants down just enough to get my ass over the hole and exploded with a urgent nasty poo. I was still going when the door oppend it was the same damn lady she said sorry and closed the door I was in there a few more minutes when I felt I was done as I was leaving walking out the door the lady who walked in on me was behind the register ( maybe a 50ish I dian lady little chubby) she started pacing back to the bathroom grabbing her stomach as she was getting there . I told my wife what happened she laughed and said never stop at indian petrol stations there are always intresting.
Lorenz
Texting from the toilet
On Friday morning the huge biology lecture had just gotten out and I was holding my crap in for about 45 minutes. When class finally got out I quickly walked one floor down because the bathrooms are larger there. I was sweating profusely and my stomach felt funny. Finally after a 5-deep wait for each of the 6 or 7 toilets, it was my turn. I ripped my book bag off, yanked my jeans and boxers to the knees and placed my butt on the very warm seat. The blast and splashing started at once. Darsolea texted me and asked about getting together for lunch. I found that ironic and told her I was expelling last night's dinner. She replied she was on the toilet on the main level of the student union. She was surprisingly the only user. She prefers the middle toilet in such situations. She also bragged about being able to take her crap on a white seat. She can't get over sitting on a black seat at the park this fall and burning her thigh on hot ashes left on it. She likes to see what she's sitting in. I like to play with her and I reminded her to wipe carefully. A couple of weeks ago while we were studying at her apartment I surprised her by doing a hamper full of her laundry. There were three pieces of her underwear with brown skidmarks on the seats. She said that's because she studies a lot in the park and the toilet paper there is inadequate.Student
A club at my school did a community cleanup today. We cleaned up the campus and the areas next to the school. We were being led by a math teacher, who runs the club and organizes everything we do. When we got off campus, she lit a cigarette. It is common knowledge that most teachers at my school smoke, so it wasn't really shocking that she was smoking. I was a little shocked that she was smoking around us students though.
When she bent over to pick up some trash, she accidentally let out a fart. She blushed and said that her older body can't hold them in like she used to. When we finished cleaning up everything, we headed back to her classroom and she thanked us all for helping. She was holding her reading glasses in her hand when she talking, and she accidentally dropped them. When she bent over to pick them up, another fart slipped out of her. This time she wasn't blushing so I'm not sure if she did that on purpose or if she just wasn't embarrassed. It was still funny though.
Molly
Post Birthday Poop
My first post! I have always had a love of food and my love of food always gives me gas and makes me poop a lot. Yesterday was my birthday, and my loving husband made me a really big birthday dinner. I teared up seeing how much he made me. I was so happy and excited to eat it all. Now I am very overweight, but I do mind and neither does my husband and kids. I was farting all night and my husband rubbed my belly which made me feel so good.
This morning I woke up and continued to pass gas. I knew I was going to have to poop eventually, but I wanted to let the urge come and it did. I went to the bathroom and took off my dress and sat on the toilet. My poop was a mix of solid and liquid. Big turds were coming out of me but they were liquidity. I pushed and strained and let out sighs of relief everytime a turd came out. The smell in the bathroom was horrible but I was used to it. My husband came into the bathroom and asked if I was okay. He knows about my big poops and he is used to it, so he didn't really have a reason to worry but I was still happy he checked on me. He said my face was as red as my head which made me laugh. He kissed me and sat on the laundry hamper and talked with me. The best thing is that we were talking about casual things like breakfast, his job, and our garden while I was pooping.
I finally finished and I started to wipe. As I finished wiping, I looked down at my mess. I had filled the toilet, and I was honestly kind of proud. My husband and I sprayed the bathroom but it wasn't enough to drown out the smell. We headed downstairs to make breakfast and almost 10 minutes later, we heard our youngest son go into the bathroom. He instantly came out and he raced downstairs to complain about the smell. My husband and I could only laugh.Taylor
Pooping with the cleaner
I was in town this evening running a few errands and I made sure to leave the house needing the toilet, I didn't want to go at home, I wanted to go somewhere different. I had been out for around an hour and I was starting to need to pee pretty badly as well as poop so I headed to the public toilets near where I was. I pushed open the door to the ladies and I was surprised to see there was a cleaner in there! There is usually a sign outside or something but I didn't see one. Undeterred I locked myself into the first stall and pulled down my leggings and thong to my calves as I took a seat. Despite needing to pee rather badly, my back end still released first. I sat with my hands in my lap and felt pressure back there as the wide head of my poop crowned and I was gently stretched open, it was firm enough to stay in one piece as it came out yet soft enough to pass effortlessly. It eventually fell into the water with a splash so large it acted as an involuntary bidet and I'm confident the cleaner would have heard it. I closed up only momentarily before the next log began it's decent into the bowl below. I could hear the cleaner working outside and I loved knowing she could hear me, but more than that, she knew exactly what I was doing. Maybe I'm a little strange but I really enjoy having some sort of audience, I get a little buzz out of people knowing I'm pooping. The second log fell into the water with an equally loud splash but fortunately I wasn't sprayed this time and I started peeing, unloading all the fluids from the last few hours. Being able to empty my bladder felt ecstatic and while I had birthed two logs, I still didn't feel done so I gave a little push and sure enough a third log fell into the bowl. Sweet relief.
I pulled off some toilet paper and reached between my legs to wipe my front and used a handful of pieces for my behind before redressing as I stood up and flushing. I left my stall feeling very happy and so proud of myself and washed my hands before wishing the cleaner a nice day and carrying on with what I was doing. I wish I could have a toilet visit like that every day.
Bianca
To M
M: I've not seen you here before. Welcome! I love your story about you helping another guy with diarrhea. That's amazing he went for 30 minutes. When I have diarrhea, it only takes me about a few minutes to go. I may not get my whole bowel cleared, but go in quick short sessions. I don't mind people in the bathroom with diarrhea/mushy poop, neither does it bother me being alone. Once during an online burping contest between the father and son, they did silent farts. One of them mentioned it during the video. Eventually with all the burping and farting, the father said "You don't want to smell what's going on in this room right now". The son said, "Our farts and our burps". I love imagining at night taking a 2 and a half minute walk through a forest when listening to my tropical melody, but during the day I hear some pretty gross stuff. For those of you who didn't read the post, M was responding to a survey from Danni. She's a new poster. Anyway, my poop report today was mushy sessions with one solid in between. Other than that, it still felt great. My farts from last night smelled of onions kind of. I remember years ago my poop smelled of onions. That's all for now, bye.
Sunday, March 07, 2021
Thunder
Reply to Danni
Pooping was always a private matter until constipation took its toll years ago . I went to an establishment and enlisted that day or multiple enemas and I got use to the enema administrator being there when I had multiple BMs . I have two memorable occasions , one was when I was heavily clogged up and had been for a while and I was sitting on the throne after the first enema pushing out hard rocks , one after the other ... the grunting was extreme and whist I was having good success the therapist though I had pushed hard enough and asked me to stop and we would have another enema . To my surprise she wiped my bottom and nobody had done that since I was a little kid and then only my mother. Another time I was very slow and stiff and after the enema I rolled into my back whilst the therapist gave me a colon massage and when the urge came too much she slipped a pot under me so I could evacuate. These days I go to a therapist who gives me rectal stimulation. Others give me a fleet enema . I find evacuation with the therapist much easier. She rubs my stomach and massages my shoulders and encourages me . For me , I prefer to have someone with me when I " go" .
Asha The Weirdo
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Hi again. So really quickly I wanted to just touch on my name for anyone who cares. I call myself a weirdo out of fun. It's not a self loathing thing, Ik I'm weird and I kinda just like to embrace it. My ???? but with my real name. It's always been my thing. Just thought I'd clear that up cause I don't want y'all to think I'm like this judgy person cause I love y'all here even tho I don't know anyone personally. It's cool that everyone just talks about poop free of any judgement, I really wish I would've started posting here sooner. But anyway, I really wanted to tell a story about one of my best friends. Literally all my friends are models and she is too. She's actually way more accomplished than me. She's been on the runway, has modeled for som pretty recognizable brands, and is on her way up but I honestly think she's there already. I got permission from her to tell some stories as she farts a lot but doesn't poop as much as me but the particular story I'll be telling will involve her pooping, well both of us actually
We'll call my friend, Morgan. Aside from being models we have tons of other things in common too. We're both 5'10, both mixed but she's black and white, both natural tho her curls have more of an afro texture. Both from SoCal(I'm from Huntington Beach, she's from West Covina) We both love to eat like grown men and we both love poo/farts. It's more of a fetish for me, with Morgan it's more of a fascination. And when I say we eat, we EAT. People think models don't eat. Some do, some don't, some do and then head to the bathroom right after if ya know what I mean. But I've gotten some pretty ignorant statement from people about food. I'll post something on Instagram and I'll find a handful of people saying "you didn't eat that", "lol another model posing with food she didn't eat, sure jan". "I bet you threw that up right after you took the pic huh" it's annoying and honestly hurtful. Morgan takes it better than I do but it just so ignorant, not ALL women gain weight after eating a certain amount of food and not ALL models purge. Sorry for ranting but it needs to be said
So on with the actual story. It was January of last year, I had just turned 20 the day before and was still in a turn up mood. It was Saturday evening after all. Morgan and I met up with some friends at this really dope rooftop bar in LA. All of these girls were models and they were all gorgeous, especially Morgan. She was wearing tight denim jeans, a pair of black ankle boots, a black bomber paired with a black hoodie. I had on this really cute long sleeve cropped top(white) paired with an oversized Tommy jacket, some baggy black slacks and my favorite black high heel boots. So while at this spot we eat all this food, cheeseburgers, fries, mac and cheese, lots of drinks and more drinks. Morgan isn't shy about her bodily functions so she burps loudly a few times. She burps like some people sneeze, like 5 at a time. It's a feat and a couple of people turned their heads at her. We had a fun time with the girls but by nighttime we're ready to leave and Morgan and I take a lyft back to her condo. Not even 5 minutes into the ride Morgan is already farting. We're sitting next to each other, she leans over toward me, scrunches her face and lets rip a nice bassy blast with an airy finish. We're both on our phones and I just start laughing and show goes "what." She really doesn't care but I was immediately hit with a freakin smell so ripe. It smelled warm and cheesy. I figured it was all that cheese from the burger and macaroni. We both believe she's lactose intolerant but she hasn't been properly diagnosed. I'm sure the driver heard but Morgan didn't care as prob a few minutes later she farted again. Same bassy sound, same cheese smell. We just kept giggling and reacting to the smell. I had some to go food from the bar that I decided to eat while in the car. It smelled just as bad as the farts idk why. It was just some loaded fries but it still tasted good. As I was eating I start to get gassy myself and let go a few of SBD's in a row. Morgan while looking at her phone goes "oh my god" and then looks at me with a disgusted look on her face then we both bust out laughing. We were also kinda drunk too so yeah. I don't mind farting or pooping in front of Morgan since her openness makes me feel more comfortable to be more open myself. We spend the rest of the ride ripping major ass and trading farts back and forth. Hers def smelled worse than mine but together we managed to stink up the lyft pretty bad. Once we got out the driver went in the back seat and started spraying profusely back there. He then gives us both a dirty look and hops back in his car. I felt both guilt and amusement tbh.
We get into Morgan's condo and decide to doordash some more food, particularly McDonald's as that's always been the go-to for drunk nights like this one. Once the food comes we spend the rest of the night, watching a couple of movies, stuffing our faces, and farting like crazy. Morgan was literally sitting burning a hole into her own floor. She burps loudly a few times, I tried to retaliate but I can't burp like her. It absolutely reeks in the room, like it STINKS. Morgan is eating more cheese so it's like a combination of cheese, a really powerful sulfury odor and straight ass. This is prob gonna gross some people out but I kid you not, Morgan and I are pigs and this wasn't the first nor the last time this happened. A couple of hours pass and I'm like "I really need to shit". I had to shit for a long time but was waiting for Morgan to say something so we could go together. It's more fun that way. Morgan is on her phone and just nods her head. I go alone this time but midway through Morgan barges in the bathroom and is immediately taken repulsed by the smell. "Jesus Christ Asha..Damn girl". I'm sitting on the toilet smiling, "sorry". Shes like "no it's okay I have to go too are you almost done" I wasn't but I say yeah anyway cause I was excited to see her go. Morgan gets pretty weird when she's drunk so she starts pretending to interview me while I'm on the toilet like it's a red carpet . "We're live from this funky ass bathroom and Asha is surely a likely candidate for worst smell ever". I'm like telling her stop and leave me alone. She holds her phone up to me mouth "Asha tell us what are you wearing, is it your own shit?" I have my slacks just above my knees and my arms folded into my stomach. This was actually a painful dump. I strain and push until a turd begins poking out of my hole. As it edges out it hurt like hell, like I was shitting knives. Morgan goes "you need more fiber in your diet". I roll my eyes cause ik she's ????in with me. Morgan continues to mess with me, taking pics of me and putting me on video making me think we were on facetime wit somebody which freaked me out at first. Finally after moments of "unghing" and moaning a massive turd slides out and makes a big plop into the water. Morgan goes "Damn". I was so relieved but it was only my second big log and I was sure there was more. Then a Morgan begins doing a lil poopy dance towards me and in an impatient voice goes "Okay, are you done." I'm like no. Then she starts singing this song she made up "hurry up cause I need to shit, hurry up cause I need to shit." She's so crazy but soon and I'm like "I think I'm done" stood up and wiped once and I get off the toilet. I look down at these two big logs sitting in the bowl accompanied by some skidmarks. I'm like should I flush it, Morgan looks down at it, "Fuuuck". "No I'll just go in the other bathroom it ????in stinks in here anyway". I wash my hands and then meet Morgan in the second and only other bathroom where right away I'm met with loud toilet echoing squirty farts. Then some *THLUMP *THLUMP * THLUMP! Sounded like someone literally dumping shit into the toilet. The bathroom starts to stink right away. Like ????in cheese and hot diarrhea. I'm like "Morgan you really needed to chill with the cheese your ass ????in smells like it". I was lying tho, it turned me on so much. Seeing the discomfort in her face made her look so cute and vulnerable. Her light tan ass on that toilet just blowing it up, it was sexy tbh. She lets out more squirty farts followed by THLUMP THLUMP THLUMPS. The nasty stench increases with each wave. I then hit with her own "you know you really could use more fiber in your diet" we both laughed. She lets off a really loud squirt that sounded like it completely sprayed the toilet. Then she ends it with a long pee and just some wet squirt farts into the bowl. The bathroom stinks tremendously, like the smell was utterly disgusting. When Morgan eats dairy I'm pretty sure her shits can smell worse than mine. She stands up and starts wiping as I look over to see what's in the bowl. The water is completely brown with some unknown particles floating in it. I'm like "mm that's hot" jokingly. She goes "you're such a freak" while laughing.
She flushes the toilet and it all doesn't go down but Morgan just leaves it. I'm like "should I try flushing the one" she goes "you gonna unclog it?" I swear to her it's not gonna clog. I flushed it and yup it definitely never stood a chance. I had to unclog the toilet for like 30 minutes and had to endure my own stink that just refused to go away. It was forreal a fun night tho and like I said before Morgan and I have had quite a few like it
M
Response to Danni
This is a great topic. I would love to answer these questions.
My guy and I have been together for about 4 years and we are both very comfortable being in the bathroom together while one of us is pooping.
The first time we were in the bathroom together was shortly after we started dating. We went out for dinner and then came back to my place and on the way home he had a major stomach ache. As soon as we got to my place he ran to the bathroom and as soon as he sat down he had a huge diarrhea explosion. He asked me to come in because his stomach was in pain and he told he has irritable bowel issues. Neither one of us have major constipation issues usually. I helped him just be being there and talking to him and telling him he will be ok. He was sitting on the toilet for almost 30 minutes pooping like crazy. When he has these attacks he wants me in the bathroom with him. When were out at a mall or whatever and he has these poop attacks I'll go in the stall next to him (yes I'm a guy).
For me i don't usually need help pooping but when I have been constipated he will just rub my stomach and that always helps.
I do enjoy being helped if I need it and I like to be in the bathroom with my boyfriend when he's having a stomach ache. He says me being there with him has really made a difference and doesn't hate having to go on the toilet as much.
And it's not embarrassing for me at all. When I poop (I'm a morning pooper) and he needs to come in the bathroom for anything I don't mind him being in there while I'm sitting on the toilet.
How about you Danni, how do you feel about someone being in the bathroom while you're pooping and have you helped someone or have they helped you?Bianca
Latest Poops
First, to Mina. I love your beautiful poop story. Sounds like all of your crushes had fun, and you had a sweet poop after party. I had a good poop yesterday before hopping in the car with my Trapped In An Elevator DvD to play while my family went to Austin. Poop was really soft at first, but than diarrhea. I did both poops in one morning. In a town outside of Austin, I ate big. I felt really happy, and at ease after my whiskey cocktail. We left the restaurant, and I loaded my documentary again to enjoy on the ride home. I pooped a lot today. My morning BM was medium sized, and had the waste products of my sunflower seeds in it. I was just about clenching my legs/butt when I had to go, but I managed perfectly. The sunflower seed debris in the poop didn't feel too bad coming out. I guess it depends on how well you chew and the amount consumed to determine how painful your shit will be. The most severe case I read on Reddit was an actual seed shell poop. This person had consumed nothing but sunflower seeds with the shells on. It was something like nothing I ever heard of before. This person needed some help with laxatives etc, and ended up pooping in the shower.Hope you enjoy my post. Bye.Victoria B
Responses to Carlie B. and Megan
Hey!
Nice to see Carlie B. here again. You've definitely been missed!
I'll start by congratulating you on another big one and another clog. To answer your question, I think it's gotta be a yes. It helps a lot to feel like I'm not alone after so many years of being bullied and made to feel strange about my body. My periods that were so heavy and so painful could be stopped with a hormonal IUD but when you gotta go, you gotta go! One of the these days I'll do the "weight loss" challenge and when I do I'll be sure to talk about it here.
To Megan: Glad you liked my story! Here are some answers to your questions:
That's one reason why I have the bidet, you're right on. When trying to get only what your body needed to let go of down the drain can easily turn into a multi-flush extravaganza you want as little else as possible to be in the bowl with it! I still have toilet paper available for the times I don't go directly from toilet to shower and need to dry off or for people who are more comfortable wiping but I do use a lot less of it now!
Public toilets are both harder and easier to clog for me and a lot of that has to do with what we were just talking about: TP. The stuff in public bathrooms is terrible and I end up having to use a ton more of it than I would my Cottonelle Ultra or Robyn's Quilted Northern. Nobody wants to be the person who walks up to a crowded sink after dropping a two- or three-flusher so there's more pressure to get your business (and the paperwork) done in one bowl, even if I SHOULD be doing poop and paper in separate flushes. Sometimes I underestimate the size of my load because the flush on a public sit-down pot IS a lot stronger than on a normal tanked toilet in someone's home and that can cause problems too. I bet that happens to Carlie too.
Now that I've been behind a plunger so many times it's rare that I can't get a blocked bowl cleared inside of five or ten minutes. There have been times when I've needed to take a breather or even call in reinforcements. I've been in shittuations where I've used a bucket of hot water (not too hot unless you want to deal with a cracked toilet!), dish soap or even bleach to get things unplugged and moving again.
Love,
Victoria!Student
A club at my school did a community cleanup today. We cleaned up the campus and the areas next to the school. We were being led by a math teacher, who runs the club and organizes everything we do. When we got off campus, she lit a cigarette. It is common knowledge that most teachers at my school smoke, so it wasn't really shocking that she was smoking. I was a little shocked that she was smoking around us students though.
When she bent over to pick up some trash, she accidentally let out a fart. She blushed and said that her older body can't hold them in like she used to. When we finished cleaning up everything, we headed back to her classroom and she thanked us all for helping. She was holding her reading glasses in her hand when she talking, and she accidentally dropped them. When she bent over to pick them up, another fart slipped out of her. This time she wasn't blushing so I'm not sure if she did that on purpose or if she just wasn't embarrassed. It was still funny though.
Taylor
Outhouse relief with Jennifer
Me and Jennifer woke up about the same time this morning and after relaxing in the warm bed for a few minutes we decided we had better get up, my stomach was gurgling and I really needed to go. I We got dressed and went to her bathroom to get the best start to the day, pooping! "Are you sure your plumbing is up to the task? It's going to be a lot…" I hadn't pooped at all yesterday, morning or evening and we had both eaten a lot. I could tell just by how full I was feeling that this wasn't going to be any ordinary dump.
Jennifer looked at me for a few seconds and said "Outside." We put on our shoes and a coat and headed out to the outhouse at the bottom of her garden.
"You can go first" she said with a smile, opening the door for me. I stepped inside and turned to face her, pulling down my jeans and thong to my calves before sitting. It was cold, but not as bad as I was expecting. I've definitely sat on worse. My stomach cramped uncomfortably, making me lean forward a little but then I was rewarded with pleasure as my backdoor domed and a soft log forced its way out of me. It very slowly creeped out of me and I just stayed relaxed, letting it come out at its own pace. I wasn't in any discomfort, quite the opposite.
I noticed Jennifer jiggling in front of me, leaning against the door to keep it open. "Cold?" I asked
"Yes… but I am bursting for a wee!"
"I won't be long babe"
"It's okay, take your time."
I felt the log break off but I remained open as it kept slowly coming out, I cannot put into words just how good it was feeling. It was soft but firm enough to keep its shape until gravity became too much. I started peeing, basking in the relief of my first wee of the day and the log broke off, my backdoor closing up. I was finally done. I pulled off some toilet paper and reached behind to wipe, as I went for some more Jennifer suddenly tore down her leggings and squatted in front of me, a strong jet of wee immediately hissing into the grass. "Oh sweet Jesus…" she sighed, closing her eyes. "I couldn't wait. I just couldn't." She had a relatively short but very powerful wee and once I finished cleaning up we swapped places so she could poop.
Jennifer was sat leaning forward with her hands in front of her and we talked while she went. It wasn't long before she quietly farted and a smile grew on her face, she was pooping. There was a dull thud and I saw her push before a second and third thud. She got herself some toilet paper, starting by wiping her front and then using three pieces for her behind. We went back inside to warm up, wash our hands and enjoy our day.
biggalpooper
Bad side effects!
Thanks for sharing all these poop stories! I have another one of my own to share!
So my doctor started me on a new medicine. He said it could cause very bad diarrhea and gas and cramps the first few days. I made sure to take my first dose at night so I could hopefully sleep through any cramps and have a poo in the morning. I hadn't gone in 2 days but that's not abnormal for me. I did have a really cheesy potato dish for dinner though, and I think that contributed to the World War III that was going to happen in my gut!
I took my pill around 10pm and went right to bed. I woke up out of a dead sleep, covered in sweat and feeling awful stomach cramps. A loud and gross fart escaped before I clinched my ass and ran to the toilet. I didn't have time to turn on the light or close the door, but I couldn't help but groan as my ass exploded awful diarrhea and gas for several minutes. I was groaning with awful cramps and when the diarrhea stopped, the cramps got WORSE!
I felt more poop inside me like a ball, and the cramps had me straining really hard to get the rest of the poop and gas out, but nothing budged for the longest time. I rocked back and forth, grabbed the sides of the toilet and strained so hard that I cried. I was covered in sweat and had only been wearing a t-shirt and panties to bed. My panties were all the way off and I took my shirt off too.
I felt bad when my husband came into the bathroom. I couldn't help but be loud but I was embarrassed and apologized for waking him up. He said it was ok, that I couldn't help being sick. He turned the lights on and saw my big sweaty ass cheeks spread completely apart and me bent forward in pain, red faced and naked. Hubby had me lean back and found a step stool and had me out my feet on them and lean back on the toilet as he rubbed my stomach. It hurt bad and I moaned and cried, but it was getting things going. I grabbed the sides of my thighs and lifted my legs up as I loudly strained out a big ball of poop (at least 4in around!).
I barely had time to catch my breath before the dam broke loose. I gripped my husband's arm as my legs were still lifted off the floor and moaned loudly as loads of liquid poured out of my ass. It kept on, on and off,for the rest of the night. I sent hubby to bed after he brought me a sports drink.
I spent the next few hours periodically having bad cramping and diarrhea, often enough that I just wiped, rinced my ass with some water and dozed on towels in the floor until the cramps sent me groaning onto the toilet again.
I was finally empty and got dressed. As I was about to go back to sleep I saw that it was almost time for my morning dose!! I was afraid,but I took it anyway. I had another diarrhea. attack later that day but I've been ok ever since, as long as I don't eat fried food.Kristi
My first post
Well, I just discovered this website... as luck would have it, while sitting on the toilet. Google search.
Well, I've been scrolling and this site seems cool. Never knew so many other people are so interested in... going!
About myself: 22/F, newlywed, red hair. I like sports and working out.
So, here I sit.
For me, there are two ways to go.
There's the way I'm going now, which is half pooping, half just escaping from the world. I don't know how people pooped before smart phones. I've already checked my email, Facebook, and Twitter before I found this page. I've been in here for about 15 minutes and all I've accomplished is finding this website! I should probably get down to business...
(The other kind of pooping is what my husband calls "Turbo Girl". Sit, poop, wipe, flush. Usually takes about a minute.)
Well, if anyone wants to know, while I was typing my body finally cooperated with me.
Gonna push a little bit...
Yeah, that did it. I feel much better.
Well, this was fun. I'll check back! Maybe the next time I've gotta go.
Friday, March 05, 2021
Danni
First Post And A Survey
Long time lurker first time poster here.
I have some questions for the folks on this forum who regularly have another person help them poop when they are constipated.
Do you remember the first time they helped you and could you share the story?
Do you have to ask them for help or do they usually offer to help?
What do they do to help you?
How often do you receive help from them?
Do you ever help them poop too?
Do you like to be helped or is it painful or embarrassing for you?
I look forward to reading responses to these!
Danni xxx