Gabriela
The day I learned not to get on the bus with a full bladder
The title says it all. I'm back with my second story and its of a time when I held it all day long at school and the results were not pretty. At the end of the school day, despite how much I needed to pee, I skipped the bathrooms and went straight to my bus. This was when I was in 10th grade, by the way, so I was 15 or 16. I got on the bus and sat near a window close to the back and just held on tight as I looked forward to the incredible relief I'd have when I got home. I definitely was used to holding it in by that point in my life so I wasn't at all worried.
Jump ahead about 10 minutes and something unforeseen happened... we got to a railroad crossing, and the gates were down and the lights were flashing, because a big freight train was coming through. One of those really long, really slow ones. We were gonna be sitting for a little while before we moved again, and thats when I got worried. I knew the delay could mean disaster, and I just had to try my best to hold on. I was good for about 10 more minutes and the train was finally done passing. But as we got moving again, the bumps and movement of the bus made it too hard to hold and I started peeing. I shot both hands to my crotch and held myself to try and stop the flow, but it was no use, I just felt warmth soaking my jeans and spreading under my butt as I wet my pants. I looked down and could see that pee was dripping from the seat and from the ankles of my jeans and getting on the floor, and it was running and making streams of pee going all over the bus as the bus moved. Of course that caused a big commotion once people both saw it and smelled pee, and it didn't take long before kids noticed the main puddle was at my feet and that I had a dark wet spot in my lap. I grabbed my book bag and put it on my lap to cover my accident but people already saw. I heard a kid so "yoo Gabi peed herself" and at that point there was no hiding it. So- yeah. I got to be the big piece of gossip the next day at school. If you're still in high school and not driving yet, don't get on the bus with a full bladder. It went on for weeks after that where i didn't get through a day at school without overhearing someone tell someone else "that's the girl who peed her pants on the bus". I am literally known for that. People still talked about it by the time i graduated. Don't let it happen to you!
Thats probably the worst of my pee accidents but I've had other embarrassing moments. I remember thinking that was the worst thing that could happen until a few years later when I had my #2 accident at the pizza job!James
Hello from a long-time lurker and a few stories
Hi all,
Long time lurker, but this is my first time posting. For some background, I'm a male in my mid-20s, and I've long had an interest in women going the restroom (mostly pooping, but also some interest in peeing accidents). I think the attraction for me is how taboo the subject is despite its universality, with the social stigma particularly large for attractive women.
Due to my interest, I've been lucky enough to witness or hear about a number of stories that I'd like to share. I'm limiting it to stories about women 18+, just given the nature of this board and my interest. Apologies if these aren't too interesting (I've never witnessed an accident first-hand, for example) but hopefully some people like them.
(1) Megan: in high school, I participated in an activity with ~10 to 20 other students from my school where we'd travel to different locations for competitions. Frequently, these competitions would be in different cities where we'd have to stay in hotels that the school paid for. The rooms were divided up by sex as you can imagine, so it would be 3 or 4 boys sharing two beds in one room, 3 or 4 girls in the next room, etc. Since we were all friends, we'd typically hang out in one group's room during downtime before/after the competition. On one of these trips, my friends Marcus, Jack, and I were all staying in a room together when we got a text from a group of girls our age to come hang out in their room. For context, there were three girls in this group (all three have had various bathroom experiences which I will hopefully detail later). Megan, who this story is about, was very tall (maybe 5'10) and skinny, with long brown hair and green eyes. She was essentially a modern-day hippie -- she loved EDM concerts, smoked a lot of weed and experimented with shrooms pretty frequently. She showed up to school high a lot and had a very laid-back attitude toward everything. Even though she could be a little annoying when she'd bring up conversations about auras, etc (not judging anyone who believes in this, but in high school it was a bit much) she was a very nice person and super fun to hang out with. Anna was shorter, with long black hair, and extremely skinny, probably around ~100lbs soaking wet. She was the person I was closest to in this group and we hung out in the same friend group outside these competitions; she was extremely forthright, particularly about bathroom matters, and was definitely more "one of the boys". I also think she was the most attractive girl in the group, and typically dated guys a few years older than us throughout high school. The final girl was Alexis, who was the same height as Anna but a bit curvier, with roughly the same features -- black hair, brown eyes. She was a bit shyer than the other two, but a lot more popular than most of the other people on the trip and generally hung out with the "cooler" clique outside of our trips. We became closer after high school.
Anyways, we went over to the room where the group of girls was staying. The room was your standard small 2-br, with the bathroom right next to the door, and two beds past that with a TV. Right as we walked in, we heard the sink stop running and Megan came out of the bathroom. When she opened the door, we were hit with one of the worst smells I had experienced in my life at that point. It smelled like a mixture of raw meat and eggs, and it hung in the air so thickly that I almost felt like I could taste it. Marcus, who was very close with Megan and had very little filter, started coughing and screamed at her that it smelled like a giant man had just taken a shit in the bathroom. Megan giggled and didn't seem too off-put, but was clearly pretty embarrassed by the experience. The other two girls said that Megan's dumps always stunk out the small hotel room and that they wished they had come to our room instead. The smell lingered in the air for a few more minutes before eventually dissipating, and we all moved past it.
(2) Anna: on a different trip, Anna (the girl mentioned in the story) before told us stories about some wetting incidences. We were playing "never have I ever" -- for anyone unfamiliar, everyone starts off with 5 fingers in the air. The game involves one person saying they've never done something and everyone who has done it has to clap, drink (which we weren't doing since it was a school-sponsored trip), and put one finger down -- when you run out of fingers, you "lose". Someone said "never have I ever peed my pants", and three people clapped and put their fingers down. One was my friend Jack, who told us a story about drinking too much water before his 7th grade play. Another person was Alexis (again, from the previous story), but her story wasn't as interesting -- she basically admitted to "leaking a little bit" if she sneezed while she had to pee but she said that happens with a lot of girls. Anna, the final person, admitted that she had started wetting the bed again. She said that for the past few weeks, every three days or so, she would wake up in a yellow puddle and have to change her sheets. She liked to sleep naked, so the cleanup hadn't been that bad, but she said she was trying to drink less water. She never brought it up again, but I think she had a very small bladder given how skinny she was, and apparently a lot of teenage girls go through the same thing.
(3) Iris: my first girlfriend in high school was named Iris, and she was the first person I ever told about my interest. She was very short -- probably 5'2 or 5'3, white, with brown hair and a decently sizeable ass. She was really sweet about it, and told me some stories about her and her friends. She admitted to having wet her pants in middle school, but that story didn't interest me given the age. She ran track during high school, and said that one of her friends always had to use the bathroom right before each race. One time, when this friend didn't, she wet her pants right before the finish line and quickly ran to her car embarrassed. Finally, she told me a bit about her "number 2" schedule. On the day before each race, Iris said she would wake up a bit earlier than normal and eat a banana and drink a cup of warm water, which she said would "flush her out" very quickly. We never really explored this fetish together -- she peed in front of me a few times -- but broke up after a few months.
(4) Clara: my 2nd girlfriend in high school had a few more interesting stories. She was a bit more immature than Iris, with more impulsive behavior and a bit clingier, but she was very nice and fairly attractive -- she was pretty curvy with a pretty large bust and ass on her 5'4 frame. She ended up joining an SEC sorority in college to complete the picture a bit, but she was sometimes "unladylike". I long suspected that she was lactose intolerant, since her stomach frequently hurt after she'd eat dairy based products, but she loved ice cream regardless. We came back to my room after getting ice cream one day, and I started kissing her and trying to initiate sex (which is par for the course for 18 year olds). However, she said she wasn't interested at the moment, and left to use my bathroom which was in my room. I played on my computer and realized she had been in there for about 10 minutes. When she finally came out, I got up and went to the bathroom. Similar to the story with Megan, there was an intense smell of shit that permeated the entire bathroom. I looked into the toilet bowl and there were 4 or 5 pretty sizeable skidmarks on the side. I actually had to step out of the bathroom because the stench was so overpowering, and I jokingly asked if she had blown up the bathroom. She wasn't too shy about bathroom issues, and said that she finally might be willing to admit she was lactose intolerant because the ice cream had made her take a monstrous dump.
Anyway, those are the stories I have from my senior year -- the college ones are a bit more interesting in my opinion and if people are interested I'm happy to post those at a later point.
Pat
Teacher's Aide morning call
Hi all,
Have a little story to share with you from my job as a school bus driver, which I started doing this year. I had driven one route for three quarters of the year but just recently I got transferred to a different route at a different school district due to us being short of drivers so my boss pkaced me over there for the foreseeable future.
So anyhow, on this new route, I will drop off the high school/middle school kids at their facility before heading over to the elementary school with my little tykes. Once there, I will pull up to a certain exit where the same ???? matronly teacher's aide will be waiting to greet the kids and make sure that they get into the building safely.
Well this past Friday I pull up to said door and as usual, this teacher's aide was waiting and once the kids were unloaded, she stuck her head into the bus door to ask if any kids were left on the bus like always does, only this time her gace got a pinched look as she winced and put her hand on her lower stomach, leaning slightly forward as she did so.
I asked her if everything was all right and she smiled and said "Yes, it's just my ???? telling me that I need the toilet soon. It aleays catches me about this time every morning,righr when I'm out here at the bus. I laughed and told her that I understood, a part of aging I guess and she laughed beforecanother cramp hit her belly and she winc3d and held her stomach again.
I then got up from my driver's seat and told her that I'd make my student check of the bus quick so that she could get to the toilet before she had an accident and ahe said that she'd really appreciate it, she had to go really bad this morning, more urgent than usual. I hurried up and did my walk through and came back up and gave her the all clear. She winced and held her stomach yet again and told me thanks, she better hurry and get inside now before she pooped her pants. I asked her her name and she told me it was Pauline.
I then dismissed her by wishing her a nice day and she smiled and told me that it would be a better one once she reached the toilet. With that, I closed my bus doors and ahe scurried quickly into the school, holding her stomach. She doesn't have to worry, her little secret is safe with me.Anna from Austria
Question to to Ladies
I personally try to avoid having a neigbor when using public restrooms. If there are many empty stalls available I try to take one further away from the occupied ons.
But some ladies seem to seek unconsciously company when they are doing their things.
It happened already a few times that some ladies were taking the stall next to mine although their were more cubicles available away from my stall.
I find that weird because their was no Logical reasons to do so. It also happend out of pure lazyness. The stall next to mine was not the stall next to the entrance door.
Have you ever noticed something similar or I am the only one that has experienced something like that?
Greetings from Austria
AnnaMina
To Tiana
I talked about your post with my friends. We all think same thing, so now I tell you.
We feel that you have very good relationship with your step-sister. You can be nude together and you can go to the loo together, but you never laugh or say snide things each other.
If you are so good relationship, it is no problem to enjoy to see each other do motion and wee, we think. Motion and wee are very important for a health. We hope you feel happy when Louise does good healthy motion while you are in shower. We are happy that Louise listen to your plops. You can smile to her, when you do. She will feel warm.
I and my three best friends, we live together, we always see each other do wee and motion and listen to plops and feel warm when it is nice healthy motion. It is because we love. We really love. We are like sisters.
We wish you a good luck.
Love from Mina and 3 friendsJazz
Responses
Audrey: Sorry to respond so late, No we did not but that sounds fun. Maybe I'll ask her to try it. ;)
Bianca: I always enjoy your stories.
Mrs bigandhard: Welcome, I completely understand what you are going through and I hope you are doing well.
I'll post again soon. If anyone wants to respond or ask any questions let me know.
Bye.
Abbie
A few replies
Hi everyone, nothing new to report really, I'm still constipated quite badly and seem to be going 3 or 4 days between poos. I just thought I'd reply to some comments while I had a moment.
Scott- glad your enjoying my stories, many thanks!
MJ- I think both of us grunt quite loudly but to be honest I'm probably the loudest!! We've never helped each other physically, just offered words of encouragement when we're struggling to have a poo- having someone to talk to takes my mind off it when I'm having a hard time.
Tiana- I really enjoyed your post and don't worry, I think you and Louise are completely normal. I often use the loo with my best friend Lucy and also other friends, I suffer with constipation alot and as I said above to MJ if I'm having a hard poo it really helps me if theres someone there to talk to so that it distracts me a bit. Lucy and I started going to the toilet together when we were at secondary school and now we live together so we see each other on the loo all the time, Lucy gets constipated quite a lot too so we help each other through it. To be honest I've never been that private about using the toilet, I'm completely happy to go for a poo when out in public or when I was at school/ university and if I'm honest I enjoy hearing/ seeing other people go!
I will post again soon, bye for now!!Jazz
Update
Hi everyone, it's been a while. I just wanted to update and say I've been constipated for about 5 days until finally today I took a much needed dump. It was very mushy and hot, took about 10 minutes to push it all out. Really had to strain and my hole stretched out, but not too wide. It was a lot and very very smelly. Haven't pooed this much in a long time.
TO BIANCA: I know its been awhile but I did have a chance to try that wasabi, and I must say my ass was burning for at least a week, thanks for the suggestion. I hope you are doing well.
I try to post again soon. Bye.
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Kermit
To Tiana
Hi Tiana,
Asking your mom to be allowed to post on this site is quite keen. I guess even most of the adult wouldn't even risk telling their friends about this.
Regarding your question: being interested in others bodily functions shouldn't be abnormal. Just be yourself and respect others privacy if they need it.
What brought you to this site? Has your mother given you some sort of rules of what to post or read?Optional Dev
Response, thoughts
Ms. Orthodontist, that most certainly answered my question. I find it interesting holding it for a long time causes you to get an Eggy smell as well.
Mikayla - I loved your story 'Gas Company Technician Smelled a Different Type of Gas' I am glad he was cool about it and that you didnt seem too embarrassed.
Asha the weirdo - thank you for pulling back the curtain that majestic models are humans too. I think it is important that this happen for young girls and for men alike to understand that it is okay for a woman to be human. i wish we could normalize these conversations.
I like that this site normalizes being fascinated by poop. Think about it. Poop has a story. It may have your grandmothers special family recipe that she passed down to you in it, it may have chunks of vegetables you ate or fruit, it has a smell unique to you from your guts bacteria, and it is also the circle of life because poop is natures fertilizer.
occasionally as i drive i wonder if any of you are on the highway with me. I must admit i wish i pooped the way most of you do. My poop will fall out in a minute and barely feel like much. So often there is not much to write about. i wish it felt intense and almost clogged the toilet every time, or did. that would be fun.
Catherine, Ms Orthodontist, Mina, Carlie B, Taylor T, thank you all for sharing your amazing stories.
I hope this makes it through. Thank you for existing toilet stool. you are a rare place.Mark
HUGE Dump & response to Michael
Haven't posted for a while as nothing has really happened due to the repeated lockdowns so I haven't been caught short anywhere. I decided to share a story from when I was a kid that I know many will not believe, because anyone I have told about it thinks I am exaggerating or that it's not true. This is understandable, but I promise it is 100% true. It's about the biggest dump I ever had to do.
I'll respond to Michael's question first, too, since it's tangentially related. When I was a younger boy in school, I have a few vague memories of using the school toilets, mainly from boys pushing the door open on me. A couple of times were so they could laugh, but a few others were genuine accidents. We had 4 cubicles with black seats and flimsy doors. I remember once when I was pretty young one of the older kids opened the door and caught the full sight of me pushing one out; he seemed more embarrassed than me at the time, which is funny in retrospect! Nowadays I get mortified if I get caught on the toilet, but back then I didn't seem to care. The bullying side of it quickly taught me not to do that at school, though, so by the time I reached high school I would never do it there. There was a time once when I was in primary school when some of the other kids called me over and told me to look over the cubicle at another boy on the toilet, but I didn't. Then they threw wet tissues over the wall at him and pushed the door open on him while he told them to get out. Obviously they all thought it was hilarious and were all like "look he's having a poo!"
There were always stories you heard whenever someone got caught doing it in high school, and it would be the subject of gossip for days. I refused to ever be caught in that position and can honestly say I didn't do it for the whole five years of high school. The toilets in the park on the way home would be my spot if I couldn't make it, but mostly I tried to do it in my own home bathroom. A few incidents, such as the school laughs and one or two other embarrassing moments, made me very shy about my toilet habits. I held it in a lot, which leads me into my story.
Around the winter of that year in 2004, I held it in a few too many days and realised it had been five before I knew it. I was barely 13 at this point, so I was a bit concerned I think about the size of when it eventually came out, which made me hold it more. I also didn't want to do it at home and have people hear or smell it, since it was obviously going to be big. My mind didn't consider the thought of going to a public toilet to do it anonymously, since I was really too young to be going places on my own either. So my young mind just thought I could keep holding it in and eventually it would resolve itself, i guess.
When I say I held it in, I mean literally at points I would get overcome with the urge and sit down pushing my bum into the floor to keep it in. This went on for genuinely two whole weeks before I realised I was in trouble. It was at the point where I didn't want to eat anymore because I was worried about it and I couldn't even dare to fart. Most of my pants were starting to get stains too from holding it in.
There was one time I was sitting watching TV on a bench and my mother remarked that the bench smelled weird after I had got up, so I don't know if she had suspicions or not from obviously not hearing me going to the bathroom much, but the pain was getting unbearable and I decided I would tell her. When I told her I needed the toilet, she just told me to go, clearly not getting it, and I told her that I hadn't gone in two weeks. She also didn't believe me. I got a bit upset at that point and told her I was worried I was going to block the toilet. She must have realised I was serious and told me to "just go" and she would deal with it.
Admitting it and being told that by her must have given my body the green light, because I immediately felt this surge in my stomach and knew it was going to happen. I am very thankful my sister was too young to really know what was happening and so couldn't remember or make fun of me for it at the time. I backed away and went upstairs to the bathroom, locked the door and held my belly a little bit. It rumbled.
I slowly approached the toilet and sat down. I was genuinely pretty worried about how this was going to happen, even for such a stupid simple thing. After a minute or so of sitting there, I felt it start to move. I can't exaggerate that I started breathing a bit heavily and my legs started to shake. It was honestly massive. I was scared to push in case it hurt but I knew I had to, so I was kind of pushing but also couldn't push too hard, but once i'd started even without pushing it was basically slowly pushing itself. I felt like I was losing control to the poo, like I would try to take a break when the pain would get too much, but it wouldn't feel like it was stopping. I gasped as it just kept going and by this point was grabbing the sink with a hand, raising myself off the toilet seat instinctively as more of it came out. It felt honestly neverending.
I don't remember exactly how long it took but it was definitely about five minutes of slowly easing it out. There was no plop at all when it did eventually come out. I was stood up off the toilet by this point hovering over the seat with my arse twitching. I breathed for a bit and then when I looked down, it was literally sticking out of the water halfway up the basin. So I suppose at least my fears were confirmed. There was no way it was going to flush. After a few minutes of being incredibly embarrassed, I had to ask my mother what to do about it. She ended up chopping it with a coat hanger and throwing it outside in a bin bag. Didn't even bother trying to flush it. She has never mentioned it since, but it's one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
Like I said, I understand if this story sounds ridiculous or exaggerated, but I promise all of this is true. It's probably a big part of the reason I am toilet shy so much as an adult now.
Kenna
Josh's ordeal
Hi everyone, Kenna again. Sorry i havent posted in awhile again, i have been very busy with work and life! Danni- my boyfriend Josh struggles with IBS constipation so it is always hard for him to poop, most of the time he asks me to come with to the bathroom when he needs to go so i can try and help him. Most recently, he hadnt gone in 3 days, and on the 4th, woke up with the urge to go but after trying for awhile before work, he wasnt able to push anything out. A few hours later he sent me a snapchat from the bathroom at work saying "lets try this again, wish me luck!" I told him to relax and take his time. About 20 minutes later i asked him if he was able to go and he said no. He texted me awhile later asking if i could help him try to poop after work as it just wouldnt come out and he couldnt concentrate at work much because people kept coming into the bathroom. I obviously told him i would help him go. Fast forward until after work when josh arrived at home. He led me to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I knelt next to him and held his hands, and gently told him to push, and that i would sit with him until it came out. He told me he didnt feel like he had to go too much so it was going to be pretty difficult. He took a deep breath and began to push. He pushed slowly for awhile, but hard. I rubbed his back and told him to take his time. After a few more minutes it wasnt coming out yet, so i told him to squat and try. He told me he wanted to try another method, and stood over the toilet with me holding his butt open and began to work on his stuck poop. After 5 more more minutes of straining he wasnt able to go yet, and got into a squat in front of the toilet. He pushed and pushed and i could see his poop trying to come out, but he couldnt do it. I asked if he wanted a suppository to help things along, but he said no, and told me he might have to wait until the urge got stronger as it just felt like a small poop stuck inside him and not a big log. We tried again after dinner and before bed but he wasnt able to go, and went to bed with the poop still stuck in his butt. The next morning he tried before work with me trying to help him but it wouldnt come out. He told me he might need a suppository later. He texted me around 2pm and said his urge got alot stronger and he felt like alot more poop finally had to come out, but wasnt able to go after trying for awhile in thr bathroom at work. I told him i would help him go after work. He got home and went into the bathroom right away. He told me it was really hard especially from having to hold it in so long which caused the poop from tge day before to get even dryer and harder. Josh told me it would probably be as hard to go as it was when we went camping awhile back (see my previous post from last summer for that!) He began pushing and saying ow with each try. After 10 minutes of unsuccessfull pushing i had him get off the toilet and try the position he did when we were camping (knees to chest, butt facing me). He pushed and his poop began to crown but it remained stuck after each try. He moaned and told me it might be time for a suppository. I unwrapped a suppository and he knelt in front of me so i could put it in for him. It took awhile to get it in because his poop was big, and very hard. Fast forward awhile and he tried to go again with me encouraging him but it was still being stubborn so we ate dinner and took a break from the bathroom. After dinner i ended up giving him a 2nd suppository and we relaxed for awhile before trying again. We went back to the toilet and josh began to push again. "Uggh if i could get it started even, it would come out!" Josh panted. I told him to try and squat again. He did and finally after 10 more minutes of concentrating, the head of his poop finally started to come out. It was big and very hard. He took his time and it was very slow with lots of encouraging and back rubs and hand holding from me to ease his discomfort. After 10 more minutes of me helping him go and coaching him thru it, the biggest turd ive ever seen landed under him. Owwww....josh panted and rested awhile. I asked if he was done and he said no. After a short break he began to push again and another log began to crown. It took some effort and concentration with me coaching him to get it out but he did it. He told me he was done and stood to wipe. It took 1 wipe and there was nothing on the toilet paper since it was so dry. His first log was about a foot and a half long and very thick and bumpy looking. His 2nd was about 10 inches long and just as hard but tapered just a bit at the end. We flushed 1 turd at a time to get it down without clogging the toilet. He thanked me for helping him and being patient. I said of course, any time! We snuggled and relaxed the rest of the night, and josh fell asleep on me. Take care all and ill post again when i can! Xoxo kennaRichard buttwatcha
torture
When I started at sec school age 10, I found to my horror that some of the older kids had a trick with the toilet doors. I should add that I was the youngest of 6 kids, and my turn in the (outside) toilet was always last. Sometimes I went to school without pooping, intending to do it in the lunch break.
When this happened, I sat on the throne with my shorts and pants round my ankles, and my regulation 6 sheets of tp in my hand. After a while I started to poop quite well, with rather satisfying plopping noises, and the odd fart! I heard a noise outside, and suddenly the toilet door (opens inward) opened, and someone reached in and snatched the tp from my hand and ran off. There was a lot of laughter so I guess there was 3 or 4 boys involved.
I was sat there with a dirty bum and no tp. I got up to close the door when i saw my friend Peter. i asked if he had any tp and he said yes he had gone for a poo without success so still had 6 sheets which he gave me. Having wiped and come out of the toilet he was waiting for me, and explained that the toilet doors can be opened with a coin, and this was a common trick done on first years.
After that I started putting tp from home down my pants or in my back pocket so if it happened again, I could still wipe. after a couple of months Peter and I had both been "disturbed" several times, and we came up with the idea of using a small self tapping screw behind the lock to stop it being opened with a coin. This idea was a great success, and we wre both able to enjoy a peaceful poo without being disturbed.Sarah E.
Gambled and Lost - My Recent Mishap with Fiber Supplement
A couple of replies to begin: @ Catherine, Shannon, and Trina: Love your stories, all of you. I haven't been here for too long, but really got inspired to share my own experiences from what I read of yours. It's really nice to be able to share a discussion about this sort of thing that is usually rather taboo to talk about in most face-to-face scenarios.
I definitely brought this one on myself. In hindsight I should have known to be more careful, but we all learn some things the hard way.
Recently I had been struggling with irregularity. I hadn't really been constipated or sick, I had just been having unsatisfying and somewhat difficult bowel movements for a couple of weeks. A friend of mine brought me some fiber supplement that she uses regularly. It's the kind that comes in powder form that you mix into water and drink. Orange flavored, ????. Apparently she has used it or something like it for years and never has problems, but she recommended I start slow to see how it would affect my body. I took her warning and just tried one glass the first night before bed. The following morning I did go, but it still seemed unsatisfying, I didn't really notice any change. The next two days were unusually crazy at work and I ended up getting pretty stressed out and ignoring my bodily habits. The weekend finally arrived and Friday night I realized I hadn't pooped since Wednesday morning. I decided to take the recommended dose of the fiber drink (3x what I had tried the first time) and go to sleep early. I woke up Saturday morning and felt amazing, like a good night's sleep totally erased the stress I had built up from work. I'm normally a morning pooper, but I didn't feel the need to go. I was kind of disappointed by that, I started to worry I was actually becoming constipated and not just irregular. I decided to have another glass of the fiber drink with a bowl of cereal and some toast for breakfast, and then go into town to get some errands I needed to take care of done. I was kind of rushing because I wanted to get everything done as early as possible to avoid growing crowds, as I'm still a little bit paranoid about Covid. I had to go to two different places at the same shopping center and then stop at the grocery store on the way home. I got to the center and got in and out of both shops quickly which was good, but as I was walking back through the parking lot I started feeling bloated and uncomfortable. I got in the car and made my way to the grocery store. By the time I arrived I was feeling slightly better, but I had this unnerving feeling that made me really eager to just get what I needed and get home as soon as possible. I thought about stopping at the restroom at the store, but at the time I really didn't feel like I needed to go, I just felt this growing discomfort. I realize now I was foolish not to realize the storm that was brewing, but like I said, learn some things the hard way...
Long story short, I did my shopping at breakneck speed. Nearly flattened some poor bewildered fellow shoppers in my haste, but thankfully was able to avoid any mishaps and get out of there in record time. I was on my way back to the car with a cart full of groceries when the first real cramps hit me. It was definitely time to poop. I was glad I was done with my errands early but a bit concerned with myself for underestimating how bad this urge was going to hit me. The urge to poop, something I had been somewhat missing in recent days, was now coming on much too strongly for comfort. I started my car and my heart sunk when I saw the low fuel light come on. I'm usually great about this but of course had neglected too many things over the past few days due to my work-related stress. Home was about 20 miles away from the grocery store (and the nearest gas station), I could make it home with what I had, but only barely and I'd be stuck there out of gas when I got home. So my only option became hurrying to the nearest gas station and using a public toilet. Not my favorite thing, but when you gotta go you gotta go. I only had to go to the other side of the center to get to the station. I got out and put my card in the machine to start the pump, planning to run in and use the bathroom while it was pumping. At least I planned it that way. I got through the initial transaction on the little screen and put the hose into the car and turned around to select the fuel type and start the process, then everything went south. I knew in an instant I had 60 seconds or less. I frantically started the pump and stepped in the direction of the station to get to the bathroom, forgetting about the hose now stretched to the car in between me and the building I was rushing towards. I tripped over the hose, not enough to dislodge it from the car or lose my footing entirely, but enough to really put pressure on my already tenuous hold over my bowels. I honestly doubt I would have made it into the bathroom and onto a toilet in time anyway, especially if there was a wait, but that split second of having to recapture my balance just sealed my fate. I pooped. Oh lord did I poop. Right there in the parking lot. It happened fast and didn't make much noise. But if you were looking right at me when it happened it would have been VERY obvious what I was doing. Remember the story I told about pooping my pants in the car as a kid and knowing it was the most I had ever pooped at once before? This was like that again, except I am now an adult, and as I have come to learn all too well, I am capable of a significantly greater output. Plus, this was an abnormally large load for me due to my recent issues. So all in all the accident itself probably happened in under 15 seconds. But I realized I was standing with my legs spread about shoulder-width apart and my hands on my hips, crouched just slightly. Definitely would have looked very strange to go from rushing in the direction of the building to stopped and then standing like that for an extended pause to any incidental onlookers. I also realized I was about halfway between the building and my car, not quite all the way into the street yet, but still standing in the middle of a gas station parking lot where people don't usually just stand around. I sheepishly looked up and instantly noticed a young couple leaving the building that were looking at me and pausing. They had for sure just watched the whole thing. Awkward eye contact was made and everything. I quickly broke eye contact and turned back in the direction of my car, I'm sure my face turned the darkest shade of red as I did. I took a step towards the car and the real size of this accident started to dawn on me. There was absolutely no way I was hiding the "I just pooped my pants" waddle there, lol. I swallowed my pride and did the walk (waddle) of shame back to the car, luckily it wasn't too far. I refused to look back around again to see how many souls were witness to my shameful moment. When I got to the car I removed the gas pump and had to just sit down in my messy pants. It's too cold where I live right now to drive with the windows open, so the ride home was a very smelly one. I got home and cleaned myself up and called my friend who gave me the fiber supplement. At first, I was too embarrassed to fully admit what happened, but I did kind of want to talk to someone about it, so I was kind of probing her as far as her own experiences with the stuff. Eventually we got to talking and she told me about a few very close calls and even partial accidents she had had when she was younger and first starting to take it. At that point I just came clean and told her about my accident and we had a laugh about it. She told me she's never pooped her pants in a public place, and my experience sounded mortifying to her. I probed her a bit harder about her own experiences and she shared two stories about her poop accidents, one from college and one from just a few weeks back in her car on the way home from work she got stuck in traffic. She didn't go into too much detail, but I'll share her experiences in a future post, since this one has gone on long enough.Curious Cody
Crapping at School
I went to a K-6 school of pretty good size. In each kindergarten room we had two closet size rooms with a toilet and sink for use by the class only. They were at opposite ends of the clothing closet where we kept our coats. I only think I crapped once or twice during the year. I remember one cold winter day when I got laughed it because I was on the toilet for what mom called sit/poop time and a class mate deliberately yanked the door open on me. I didn't fully understand or maybe remember to slide the door lock. A couple of girls heard about it and my sister Jill, who was in the 4th grade heard about it too. It also happened another time that year because my teacher was slow in recognizing my need. It was 1/2 diarrhea which mom blamed on a new babysitter I had the night before that didn't make my dinner right. Dad got on my case because of my door lock mistake. It was the same class mate as before and he seemed to enjoy embarrassing people.
In 1st grade we started to use the regular bathrooms at the end of each hallway. They were nice but also kind of scary because the toilets were higher up off the floor. There was a line of them. No privacy door. So we would sit taking our craps and look at the butts of 6 or 7 guys standing at the urinals and pissing. The urinals were easy to use because the bowls you pissed into were located in the floor. But there was a bigger problem. Our class was suppose to use them before morning and afternoon recess and if necessary, before lunch. The guys, no matter what class, didn't want to wait their turn at the urinal. So they would turn to the right, unzip, and let their pee fly into the toilet. Problem was they didn't lift the seat. And of course, they didn't wipe it down either. Why take the time to do that on their way to lunch, recess or whatever they wanted to do. So the few times I remember crapping, my butt got waterlogged.
By the time I got into 4th grade, our classes were on the 2nd floor of the school. The bathrooms were a bit larger with more urinals and toilets without doors. I was kind of awkward and physically under-developed at age 8 and 9. It seemed like each of the toilets was larger and higher than the downstairs ones. Sometimes when I sat down and wasn't far enough back to get my crap to fully drop into the bowl, I had to slide myself back. My butt squeaked and a 6th grader crapping next to me started making rude noises that caused the others to laugh and ridicule me. It didn't help that a couple of times I did my crap, and then found there was no toilet paper. I did some things that were dumb in front of the others and there was more bullying me from a couple of the older guys. Mom told dad about my messy underwear. He asked me point-blank one day in my room Why I always found a way to F##k things up? Jill heard that and kind of took my side saying that in the girls rooms, there were two rolls of toilet paper on each panel of a stall. Having 4 rolls within my sitting range sure sounded good to me, but it never happened.
By the time I got to middle school and high school I was holding most of my craps until I got home after school. Dad's attitude seemed to mellow. Jill should get credit for being braver than me and regularly taking more of her craps at school. She always had a lot more confidence than me.
Michael--you asked the question about this topic. I hope I've answered your questions. Thank you.
Gabriela
First story
Hi I'm Gabriela, I'm 26 and i'm Puerto rican. I've seen this site a couple of times over the years as i really enjoy going to the bathroom haha, but I've never posted anything. A lot of people here definitely relate I can see. I just love the way it feels to go and I love waiting and holding it in just to increase the feeling of relief, mainly with pee more than poop but i do still hold my poop sometimes. The story i decided to finally share involves a time where holding my poop too long cost me. I almost posted this story a long time ago but I didn't have the nerve until a recent post that I saw...Shannon i FULLY relate to your accident at work experience. I've only ever had a #2 accident one time and it happened to me at work when I was 20. I worked at the counter at a pizza restaurant and one afternoon I had to go to the bathroom all through the lunch rush. Finally as it slowed down and I got a minute with no customers I started walking to the bathroom, and not a minute too soon because I was genuinely desperate to poop by then. I was just about to be in there when another customer walked in, so I stopped and walked back to take care of him. As I was helping him I realized that since I was just about to be in the bathroom a second ago, my body was like ready to GO, so it was really hard to hold it in. I was clenching and squirming, but while I was taking the guys money for his pizza I couldn't hold it in any longer and I crapped my pants... It was a lot and it smelled really bad, and i was wearing black yoga pants that did nothing to hide the bulge. The guy was looking at me really funny so I'm pretty sure he knew I had just done a major #2 in my pants... I was so humiliated! After he left I had to tell my boss that I had an accident, and after ridiculing me a little bit he let me go home to change my pants but I had to come back to work after because there was no one else for the front counter. When I came back I found out my boss told the kitchen guys that I pooped my pants. Its so embarrassing to think about to this day and I've never told anyone else in my life that it happened, just the people I worked with at the restaurant knew about it and I guess whoever they told.... But I know this is a safe place to share!
Thankfully that's never happened to me since then! However I have definitely wet myself a number of times from holding too long, sometimes just a little and sometimes a full on wetting. I will share about that next time! For now im gonna run to the bathroom because I really gotta pee and its going to be amaazzziing :)
LC
Comments / Replies
Lots of great contributions to the board recently, thanks to all for taking the time to share.
@ Ms. Orthodontist - great set of stories. I really enjoyed the little details and well-thought out descriptions. The "stink lair" term is perfect. Your story about the movie theater is quite interesting, and it's definitely within the realm of possibility that your neighbor enjoyed your performance. I also agree that stinking up a large public restroom is among the least embarrassing places, and it can be quite satisfying. I have a few notable stories that might of interest. You also asked about how long people hold it. I tend to go every second or third day more recently, but never experience constipation. I pass mine quite easily and am done quickly, unless I decide to linger.
@ Catherine - Enjoy your time away. I agree with your sentiments that "bigger is better".
@ Asha the Weirdo - welcome and thank you for sharing both of those stories. Those were both fantastic. Looking forward to reading more from you.
@ Megan - Haha, yes. School trips seem to be occasions where these types of things to tend to happen. I think it's because people get thrown off of their schedule. I can recall three stories from those days where something similar happened to classmates of mine and once where it happened to me. I never saw the results of others as you did, but I do know one girl (9th grade at the time) took such a huge dump that her and her roommate got switched rooms, as the bathroom could not be fixed by the onsite team. As you mentioned, some of us boys thought it was hilarious and amazing.
@ Victoria - I relate to your incident of clogging the toilet at the grocery store. I've been in that "shituation" more than a few times. Sometimes I've had people waiting and other times I managed to escape, if you will. I empathize and sympathize with the emotional turmoil it causes you and I'm sorry you were so mistreated at times as a younger person in similar incidences.
@ Brandon - Great story about Naomi. Curious to read more.
@ Carlie B. - good to see you post again. Your lady friend seemed good natured and free-spirited about your substantial contributions. As an aside, I'm a fitness/health/wellness hobbyist and I can tell you that your experience is not that uncommon. Challenging physical exertion can definitely lead to a good clean out, as I've seen with many people over the years. Pre-pandemic, I used to cover a couple closing shifts at a local gym in exchange for a membership (not my full time job). I could workout at the same time, so it was a good deal for me. Part of closing procedure was to make sure all the bathrooms were in order and ready for the cleaning and maintenance to come in overnight (no leaks, damage, Orms left behind, etc.). I would need to flag certain stalls for special attention from time to time in both the men's and women's locker rooms. That is to say, not sure if anyone will put two and two together because maintenance staff doesn't usually see who the clients are and resolving such issues are a part of the job description. Who knows though?
@ MD Dan - Really enjoyed your candor in both stories. Thanks for sharing.
@ Anna from Austria - I relate and I think many others do as well, air refreshers provide little in the way of relief of smell and often creates a mix that is even less savory.
@ Erin B. - Interesting story. Only once did I have a job where it seemed like many people were on the same schedule and the limited bathrooms became quite crowded. It was commonplace for more of the senior staff members to talk shop between toots and plops. It was quite an unusual experience for me. I often would lose my train of thought as those things were happening, in the rare occasion I was in there long enough for someone to strike up a conversation.
LC
Tyrone
Question: Does pooping in public embarrass you?
i just found this forum and think poop is a great way to unite all of us. I was just wondering if people on here are ever embarassed or ashamed of their poop when/if they do it in public. Are you ashamed of your odor? Your farts? The plops splashing in the bowl? For me, the way I was raised, taking a dump was always treated as something natural that your body just needs to do. I was taught that if you need to relieve your bowels, you shouldn't be afraid to use a public bathroom. I have pooped in many public restrooms, from school bathrooms all the way to super markets, or other peoples houses. I never worried about anyone hearing my farts, grunts, or plops in the toilet, and never worried about any odors I produced. Sometimes I was even proud of my bowel movements, because they can be pretty big, and i'm known for clogging toilets lol! Everybody poops and everybody's poop stinks. It is one of the things that brings us together no matter who we are.
Same thing goes for farts. In my house i'm the king of breaking wind! If you get a little gas, you gotta let it go! Everybody butt does a poot poot sometimes. So what has been other people's experiences? Do you get ashamed of your poop or do you embrace it?
Mrs bigandhard
Still having very hard,wide,stools
Mrs bigandhard:
I am a grown woman who has had this problem since I was in high school.
I always have hard time pushing out hard stool while seated on the toilet.
Sometimes I have to lean forward and resort to using my finger to help "dig it out".
This takes quite a while because it is so hard and packed tightly in my rectum, right at the butt hole, I resort to using some TP to help dig it out.
My stool is always very wide with hard chunks, and stretches my butt hole to the limit. It is like digging pennies out of a piggy bank, one at a time. Some times I use vasilene.
Like plunk.. plunk, dig around some more, just to get another one out.
Hope this is some help to you all.Bianca
My Day
I pooped more than once today, and it was soft. Despite feeling like I was ready for the day to be over yesterday, and getting a bit of an unhappy ???? after going to bed, I didn't get diarrhea. From what I could tell, it was the type that falls apart. My day was somewhat busy too (ate out a little, and bought stuff at the store). I had to do a medium amount of poop after bringing in my things from the thrift store. One of the new items from the store is a doll with curly hair. She's beautiful! I was ready to go to the bathroom even before getting the tag cut off of her. I also stayed busy adding up my bracelet count. My total poop count for today is around 4. Bye.
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Thunder
Various Subjects
To Kaycha. I wet my pants a little multiple times a day . Due to a bladder and associated problems and particularly neurological issues , after I have a wee I drip like a leaking tap. I need a new washer ! To Gary T and Natalie. I have used suppositories many times and your decision to use same was good but never use them far from a toilet . You discovered that ! To Accident Prone. A shitted my underwear a couple of weeks ago . Had an average urge for a while then the laxative kicked in and a lump of poo came out of my arse into my undies. It was solid and did not leave a mark; not that it mattered because I wear disposable undies for the above reasons
Scott
Constipation
To Abbie: as always nice story again. Sounds hard work! It is so bad to see you struggling to poo still, since you was doin so well with it.
The other day I didn't have a poo in 4 days. Then the urge came on, I just sat and let the turd come out on its own givin push to keep it goin It came out slowly and plopped down. When I wiped there blood on paper. Painful.
Kaycha
Kendal
Where do I start ?
It's a little over 18 years since I last posted to this site. My Cousin Andrew (Lawn Dogs Kid) tried to post about a further family tragedy which happened right around my 13th birthday in January 2003. His posts were rejected twice and mine once. We assumed the moderator was tired of our family's unbelievably bad luck. But when deciding to try just one more time, we got a failed link message several times over and made the (incorrect it appears) assumption that the site had closed down.
Here we are 18 years later and my Daughter, Tiana, comes across this site quite by accident ! I shed tears when I realised she was asking my permission to post on a site that contains so many happy and sad stories from when I was a child.
I've talked to her about it following her recent post and have decided that despite her tender years, she and I might benefit from reading what is effectively a two and a half year diary that begins with Lawn Dogs Kid's post on page 378.
I will write more about what happened to us in future posts as too much off topic details will no doubt get this post deleted before I've even been able to make a come back : -)
I'm going back to late May 2003, when Andrew celebrated his 18th birthday. It was a very quiet family affair involving him,his Mum (my Aunty), his girlfriend (and my best friend Eleanor) and of course myself. Andrew wanted it small and intimate as he had not recovered from the family tragedy and his Dad leaving the family home. That had happened because his Dad blamed Andrew for the death in that January 2003 of his little half sister, Ellen, who had run across the road to meet her big half brother after school and been knocked down and killed instantaneously. Enough said.
His Mum went out first thing in the morning to shop for some supplies for the day. Of course, as always, that had left us with the chance to watch each other on the toilet ! With it being morning, Andrew needed his poo, so I was the one to go first. Still in my night shirt, I lifted it up and pulled my pampies (LINDA GS, are you still here my darling ?) down just enough and perched on the edge of the toilet seat and my wee began almost immediately, gently whistling as it ran otherwise quietly down the inside of the toilet bowl. The last dribbles ran off my bottom making a short and beautiful tinkle before coming to an end with three or four single drips. I was deliriously happy at the loving smile Andrew was giving me while I went, something that had been missing for 3 or 4 months as he came to terms with what had happened. I wiped myself and got off the loo for Andrew to take his turn.
He did the usual, throwing his PJ bottoms down to his ankles before settling down on the toilet seat. Then I waited.... and waited, not a pee sound, not a plop, not even a crackle or airy trump. I looked up at him and he was smiling like a cheshire cat. I asked him if he had changed his mind about going, but he hadn't he'd deliberately "withheld" just to see how long it would be before I said something, the naughty boy! Once he'd had his bit of fun at my expense, I looked into his piercing blue eyes and couldn't look away. It had been so long since I had seen that warmth shining from them and it felt like I never wanted to blink in my life again so that he would see forever my love and support for him despite all these terrible traumas he (we all) had endured. The warmth remained in his eyes, but I caught my breath as I saw the hint of concentration starting in them and the sudden pffft noise that left his bottom, announcing the start of events for the next two or three minutes. There was a tiny squeak as his poo began it's birth and then there was the tell tale crackling before CULLOMPTON, and his first poo had hit the water with a fearsome splash ! This was then followed by quite a fizz noise as air seemed to bubble in the water below. There was then several seconds of silence, before a further squeak announced the next poo's emergence from his bottom, which made a good plop and the same fizz noise. I then instinctively reached for the top of my night shirt to pull over my nose (making Andrew laugh) as the absolute cascade of plopping began, plop plop plop plop plop pfffft plop plop plop.......... pfffffft plop plop plop.... plop........................ plympton ! We both leaned forward, touching our heads together, marking that overwhelming, loving trust that we both shared for a few seconds before he broke eye contact, lifted his head, planted a gentle kiss on my forehead and that was my cue to leave him to wipe, bringing to an end one of the most wonderful toilet experiences of our lives. We had enjoyed better, such as the encounter we had that same day before bed time, but following the sadness of losing Ellen, this felt like a giant leap forward.
As I skipped my way downstairs, the front door opened and Eleanor walked in. She looked at me still in my night shirt and exclaimed something about lazy bones and how she had been up for more than two hours ! She then wrinkled her nose as it appears I had dragged a certain smell downstairs in my wake with me. She then smiled and said "looks like I've missed the performance then, thank goodness" :- )
And then she asked "How is he"?............
I'll post what happened that evening next time !
Love from Kendal xxx
(So happy to be back.....)
Today I wet my pants. Ive been doing good lately so I'm pretty disappointed in myself. I was outside with my niece and nephew ages 9 and 12. We were skating then sledding and having a great time. I'm sure my body was telling me I needed to pee-pee but I honestly didn't notice until my bladder started to hurt. We would have had to go home which would have disappointed the kids, so I just decided to hold it. ALWAYS a mistake. We played and played and I was cold and numb. A little bit of pre slipped out. I'm not gonna pee-pee in my pants, I determined. I'm gonna hold it like any other adult. By the time my niece asked to go home my crotch was very wet and I was barely holding an aching bladder. The walk back to the lodge was very long as now I was losing dribbles with almost every step. I was walking and tryibg so hard not to hold my vagina. It was so hard. A trickle ran down my inner thigh. My wet panties were chafing against my vagina. Love that feeling. Still thinking I could make it with just wet panties, I misjudged ans as I squatted to try and regain control I accidentally went pee-pee all down my pants and into my boots. It was SO warm running down my cold thighs to my calves. I wanted to cry as my blue snowpants turned dark. All I could do was stand there in the hall until I finally finished going. I dropped all the to the room. Once I got out of my dripping clothes, I took a bath still a bit teary. My nephew started watching a movie but my niece was very quiet. Finally she knocked on the door while I was in the tub. I let her in and saw very quickly that she'd completely pee-peed in her oink snow pants. She's almost 10 but she deals with some of my childhood problem just on a much smaller scale. She was clearly embarrassed to tell me about her accident especially as she had had a pretty huge poop accident. I finished my bath while telling her some of my childhood stories to cheer her up. Then I helped her get cleaned up. Panties in the trash and a hose down with the shower spicket before a nice bath. She was fine after that and we joined nephew with his movie. I have hope she'll grow out of it soon. As for me, well, I just changed into my nighttime pull up as usual.
Michael
Do any boys have stories about pooping at school?Nickel Plate
To Tiana)
+That okay to see each other go poop or be naked. It okay to be naked in safe places too. Like some beaches. or just around your home. No body really should be shame or embarrassed about there body. Many are because how they were raised or religion.