Jessica
Reply to Vince
Wow that's surprising. I don't know why then!
Being that she goes so big, I'm curious as to what her size is in terms of height and weight (if you don't mind me asking). Just want to see if there is a correlation with poop size and body size. ThanksJust Another Girl
Hey all, it's been a while since I last posted but I'm back again! I hope everyone has been keeping well!
Opal: I loved your beach story! You are very right - we all need to get rid of our bodily waste products, and it's perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of. I too have been to the beach and noticed areas that people have used as a toilet...and I myself have done that (it's a story for another time, but basically a few years ago while on the beach, I needed to poop urgently and the bathroom block was closed for renovations, so I ended up doing it in a secluded spot where nobody would accidentally intrude).
Reading about your beach story reminds me of something that happened to me many years ago. I was young when this incident happened - but although over 20 years have passed since, it remains in my memory.
I was playing in the park one weekend afternoon, just minding my own business and enjoying the summer sunshine. My parents were nearby keeping a watchful eye on me, but they were oblivious to what I was about to see as I played near some trees.
I don't remember how it first caught my attention. I just remember seeing it and feeling completely stunned - and I'm sure that I must have smelled it too, because it was big enough and appeared new enough to have likely been quite strong. I knew intuitively that I should probably look away and carry on playing, but I couldn't. I was frozen in place and thoughts were racing through my mind.
I knew what I was looking at. I had read picture books about the human body, and had heard brief descriptions of it. I knew the basic facts: that we all eat food and digest it, which forms something that we eventually dispose of. I knew that I had to sit on the toilet to do that - and I assumed that everyone else did too.
But this person hadn't. In fact, I couldn't see a bathroom or toilet anywhere nearby. I was a little disgusted, but soon that was overridden by curiosity.
I had never actually seen human excrement properly in real life before, and it looked exactly like the illustration in my picture book, only much larger. I wondered why the person had decided to do it there, because as earlier mentioned, I thought that everyone automatically used the toilet for bodily functions. I wondered how much they must have eaten to make it as big as it was. I wondered if they had felt embarrassed when they did it - although now I realise that it could have been done out of desperation or because there wasn't a toilet nearby, and sometimes "you gotta do what you gotta do" as the saying goes.
I don't know why this incident made such a deep impression on me. I do however know that it was the point where my interest in the natural workings of the body started. I have had some very similar experiences to this one over the years, and will share them here.
Has anyone else ever had an experience like this before? If so, I would be very interested to read about it :)
Kristi
True Love
As an addendum:
I said that true love is when you can take a big dump while your husband is shaving and brushing your teeth.
Forever love is when he looks in the toilet when you're done and says "You really had to go! I'll bet you feel better now."Jazz
To Charlotte: I really liked your story.Kristi
Frequent Browser: I'm a thorough wiper, especially if I'm wresting a dress or a skirt (I usually wear jeans though). But I think everyone occasionally gets a little brown in their panties (my hubby jokes about it when he does the laundry even though he leaves marks too! We extremely open about all things bathroom related... other than when we have people over, I can't remember the last time either one of us closed the bathroom door.)
True love is when you can take a big dump while your husband is shaving and brushing his teeth. ;)
Mistee
Responses/Questions
Kristi:
I'm interested as to whether there is something in your background that makes you want to become more isolated or away from the others when using a public bathroom. Most of the bathrooms I used have 3, 5 or 7 toilets for some reason. Going against something my mom taught me about 20 years ago, I generally take the middle toilet if it is open. An older babysitter I had years ago tried to be funny with calling it PIP. Having a partner in pooing or pissing! As more people come in, I don't mind having conversations with those to my sides. This can take my mind off my frustrations when I've been constipated and perhaps have to use a suppository. The time goes by faster. Just small talk helps me.
Emily:
At your high school do you always use the faculty bathroom? Do you ever or do your colleagues ever duck into the student bathroom for a quick wee? How accepting are the students of you when you take a seat next to them?
Anna from Austria:
You write about taking the farthest stall so you won't have a neighbor. What causes you to feel that way? Say you walk into a three-toilet bathroom and the two ends are in use. What do you do?
Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Jennifer
Boyfriend sluggish again?
Hi,
My boyfriend has not complained about stomach-aches and I think things have been pretty normal for him past weeks here. But this weekend, however, I don't think he was able to go very much at all. It was pretty rainy here, and we stayed indoors most of the weekend. I only heard a few plops and plips from the bathroom when he was there. He doesn't consider it constipation as long as you are able to go every day anyway. I think he secretly likes to have these very hard and firm BMs. Anyway, just a quick update. :)
It's weird how different people react to similar situations, we've had the same food, more or less, and similar levels of activity, but I've had no problems in the #2 department. I've been going at least twice a day as I usually do. Perhaps it's different bacterial compositions or something. What do I know? :)
Charlotte
On the floor
Hello. I posted some experiences last year, and I have been inactive since. But I've had some recent experiences that I thought would be fun to share.
During the lockdown because of the pandemic, I have been very isolated on my job. As many, we work in shifts, and others work from home etc. you know what I mean. But during all this, I have had shifts where I was completely alone in my department. I have kind of always wanted to try to go on the floor, but its hard to get is arranged at home, with kids etc. you can't just block the bathroom. But since I was alone at work I thought why not try it out in one of the big bathrooms on my floor, no one would ever notice. One day I went in to the bathroom, put down newspapers on the floor, and squatted. I had even skipped my morning toilet at home, but nothing happened, I did a smelly fart, but nothing at all. I did not go at all that day. The next day, I brought suppositories. I inserted one, a little while after I had to go, so again newspaper on the floor, squatted down on one knee, and I did a huge smelly fart, then came the tip, is was really big, it hurt a lot I had a hard time getting past the tip. First I did a big poop(type two on the bristol stool chart) after that a long! snake shaped poop(type 4 bristol stool chart). Then I went to the toilet to pee, not to make too big of a mess. A really nice experience, I am going to do this again.Stefany
My first portable potty pee
I had my first portable potty pee yesterday morning. I got up a few minutes late, our bathroom was busy, and since we only have one, I knew I had to dress, get my book bag over my back, and start my walk to school. Two blocks from our house there's a Fast Pump Station that I will often stop at if I need to use the bathroom, but the man on duty was the one who has been mean to me in the past when I've asked for the bathroom key.So I walked through the lot and cut through a construction site where some kind of stadium is being built. It was just before 7 and the sun was not yet up. I had to walk over large piles of dirt. There were some big holes also that I was afraid I would stumble into.
I was 15 minutes at least from school and my first chance to pee. I was getting eager. Grandpa lives with us and often teases me about my p-sized bladder. And it was acting up as I walked through the construction equipment and was in more pain. I came upon a portable potty with its door open about an inch. I couldn't believe it. I know my mom doesn't like them and a couple times when we were at a fair she refused to let me use one. Obviously there was so one around. My book bag made my shoulders too large to fit in the thing so I had to take it off, drop it and then I carefully seated myself on something really cold. I think it was a steel seat, but I'm not sure. I hoped it would not freeze up my pee stream and as my skin continued to freeze and I coughed a couple of times, the first trickles started to come. Just like rain on a tin roof. Then there was more and after about 30 seconds I could feel some relief.
I think I was close to being done when I finally stood, pulled up my warm underwear, latched my jeans and put my book bag back on. That detour turned out to be a shortcut that saved me time, although my backside continued to thaw when I crossed the main street into the school parking lot. I got into 1st hour with only about 15 seconds remaining. Just as the passing period bell rang 45 minutes later, I was up and out of my seat fast as I needed to get onto a toilet again. This time it was for my morning crap. I got the last toilet available and the lights and warm seat were the best. Luckily my crap came with little effort. I fumbled the first first piece of toilet paper after I wiped and had to stretch to get it. I threw it in. Then I did a second wipe just to be sure. I don't want any skidmarks in my new panties. I did a quick flush just as the warning bell rang. As I ran to class I remember letting off a couple of toots when I stumbled on the stairs.
I hadn't had time to wash my hands. But oh well. Until our family can afford to put in a second bathroom this is the best I can do.Mina, Hisae, Maho, Kazuko
Dear Emily (After School Emily)
We are happy you come back!!! We look forward your story! Congratulation to Molly for her marriage. Please send our love to her.
We are no change. We don't marry, and we are four together in two flats which are neighbour. We enjoy happy loo time together every day. Weekdays only two people. Change every week.
Thank you for come back!!
Love from Mina + 3
Kelsey
My best friend/coworker was out today due to being sick. She had told me in the morning that she thinks she ate something that upset her stomach. We spent about an hour texting. She told me she had shit herself and the bed when she woke up. Her husband had to clean the bed while she pooped on the toilet. I called her during my free period which is from noon to 1. She was on the toilet pooping and she had me on speaker phone, so I could hear it. She pooped diarrhea the entire phone call, and I could tell she was in pain. She is usually the type to laugh at her own farts or make poop jokes so hearing in her pain was different.
Kaycha
I shoulda known it wasn't going to be the best day yesterday when the urge hit me hard and I got to the bathroom to a locked door. I was already losing little dribbles in my panties. I was nearly crying, doing a potty dance and squatting and holding my vagina hard still with little spurts trickling down my inner thigh. I knew a puddle was coming next. But at that second the door opened. I couldn't hold on any longer though. I was full on wetting my pants. It was running down my legs and soaking my socks and the carpet. My mom sighed. Kai, are you ever going to get these potty problems under control?" I couldn't do anything but shrug. I feel so helpless when it happens even though I try so hard not to have accidents. I got changed and cleaned up my mess. But later after work, I had a very sudden accident. Like almost no warning. This is rare but it does happen. I felt a very slight need to pee-pee but just barely. Unfortunately even with just that tiny signal, my bladder was very full and I barely caught it back as urine came fast and soaked my panties in one huge splash. I ran going the whole way. Too late, I wet the bathroom floor. Me and my life lol.James
Post Title Pee accident in 4th. grade! vs an adult accident!
Ok, I am happy to say or shall I say feel fortunate to say..I rarely have an accident. for some, it happens frequently..my heart goes out..especially to those ones. That one time accident can help us understand. so, not since grade school had I had an accident. usually, it would have been prior to 1st grade but we have late bloomers! Lol!One morning while in the 4th. grade, I realized I had to pee so I raised my hand & asked the teacher if I could go. She said.." No, you just finish your work sheet & then you are free to go in 25 minutes for recess as is the rest of the class. at the time, our teacher had our desks pulled together in 4 different circles. about 6 in each circle so we were sitting next to each other. we were working in pairs of two on these math work sheets. my work sheet partner was a girl named Linda. I was fidgeting & bouncing around in my seat so much because I had to pee so bad. she said to me.."She should really let you go!" I said to her.."I'm scared I'm gonna wet!" Linda said.."No, you will be fine & besides, today is class photo day & you are in your nicer clothes, you can't let yourself pee in those! but we need to get this done so you can go & I can have my recess!" I said "Yes" so we continued to work on our math problem. Just then, I felt something..like I was going in my pants but I had experienced this before when I had to go & it was always a false alarm. so we were working on our math problem, when suddenly, Linda bumped my arm & said under her voice.."Honest to God Jimmy, look at your pants..they are getting all wet!" I looked down & immediately could feel it. I was in a full accident. I started crying in class! my teacher asked what was wrong. I could not speak! Linda said.."You made him wait too long!..Jimmy is going in his clothes!" So most embarrassing time of my life & of course, my school years. I really do not think it gets more embarssing than that.
Ok, many years later, I met an old friend of the family for a church function up in her neck of the woods..some 2 hour drive from me, but it was OK because I had a Dr. appointment with a specialist in La Ccosse WI later that morning. normally, I don't dress up in dress pants, a dress shirt, & sweater for a Dr. appointment but it was what it was because we had a church function that morning. So we get done with everything & go out to eat. a mechanic was working on my car so I was riding in hers & on the way back, she would drop me off at a shop my car was being worked on at. all of the sudden, I felt an un-easy stomach & like I could be getting close to a lose stool. I let her know, her name is Charlotte. she said..well, Jimmy, I can pull off here ahead a ways & you could go to a restroom at one of those places. I was like.."Well, I am not sure, maybe I'll be fine!" She was like.."well, decide now because it's 30 minutes to the next town where your car is & our next possible restroom stop!" It seemed to be easing up so I said..."I'll be OK to the next town!" she said "OK but you could have gone!" SO, I was like 35 years old. I was like.." I got this!" then, all of the sudden, it him my again, but I knew this was serious! I said... "Char, it's coming on again & it seems bad this time!" she said.. "Oh my gosh Jimmy!, you should have gone back there!" I said, "I know, but I thought I felt better!" then, it really hit me! I grabbed my gut & was like "Oh!" She was like..& she does tend to get excited!..she was like...."Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!you're gonna go in your clothes! I was already going in my clothes. then she could smell it. she was like.."Don't worry, it's fine! accidents are not just for little kids..sometimes they happen to us big kids too!" it was not as traumatic for me as my 4th. grade wetting accident even though, the mess was worse. Then I told her, I now had to pee also. She said, "we are just 5 minutes from town. you can give me the money to pay them & I can tell them you are not feeling well & I can bring your car out to you!" I was like.."what about having to pee too!?" She was like..."Your clothes are already done anyway so it does not matter & you will only risk embarrassment & making a mess if you try to use the restroom, wet yourself while I am settling up with the mechanic!" Next day, she called me to talk about my accident. she was like "Don't worry about it! happens to all of us! Then she said..."Sorry about having you pee in your pants after all of this, but your clothes were already done!" anyway, I think at some point in our lives beyond being a very young child, we are gonna find ourselves having to go in our clothes! Is it hard to take?..yes because you picked out that particular outfit for the day. you want to look your best, you take pride in how you dress..last thing you want is to have to go potty in those clothes, but sometime, it may happen!
Frequent browser
Just wondering
A question for the ladies ! Those ladies who wear short skirts and dresses , have you ever had to poop and later been embarrassed because your panties were slightly soiled after your recent poop ?
Kristi
Joe: I'm not quite petite, but I'm skinny for my height. I can tell you that my poops are usually pretty big, and they certainly don't smell like roses! I don't poop everyday; I probably go 5 times a week.
This may sound strange, but there's a certain pleasure that comes with taking a nice big dump.
Opal: Thanks! I'm liking this site.
You're right... there's a certain level of comfort that comes with sharing a poop with someone next to you. A lot of women are shy. There have been several times when I've had conversations with others while we're both pooping.
Vince
Reply to Jessica
No, she goes at least once a day and they're still huge! I also poop once a day and they're lucky to be half as big as hers.
I was curious about your question about the dimensions. This morning she clogged the toilet once again in the middle of one of her training sessions. She came in and asked me to fix it since she needed to get back to the client. I grabbed the plunger and also a measuring tape. Her log was partially down the hole, so I can't say exactly how long it was. I measured 11 inches that were visible. It was a hair under 2 inches wide. I'd say this was about average, she's certainly laid bigger! This one took a while to plunge. I think I ended up flushing 5 times.
Sunday, March 28, 2021
After School Emily
Hi! It Has Been a Long Time
I used to post here four years ago, along with my sister, Molly. We abruptly quit due to our hectic schedules as high school teachers. I shared my first post on page 2622, maybe. Anyway, it was 2017, from early Spring until the next school year began. I'm 29 now and Molly is just shy of turning 28. Molly married an incredible man last summer in a small, intimate, pandemic-safe wedding and is now living in a city two hours away. I miss her, but we still make time to talk. I remain blissfully single and have bought a small townhouse near a charter school where I now teach. I realize a description helps - 5'7, brunette, 165 lbs, athletic and curvy with fair skin.
When I last shared, I had experimented with a vegetarian diet, which I did not maintain. I've followed advice I've read on this forum over the years, noting diet habits of Victoria B, Catherine and others, as well as habits I've picked up on body-positivity blogs.
Though I maintain my alias, I now have my daily bowel movement most mornings prior to leaving for school. Sometimes I go at school in the morning. They are now large, long and formed. I am eating more fiber than when I began to post. Sometimes I may go twice, once before school and once again not long after I get to school, but have rarely had one late in the day like I used to.
I eat a large smoothie bowl in the morning, a large, leafy salad at lunch, snack on protein bars, almonds and apples, and have a really nice dinner, either out with fellow teachers, or at home. I experiment with recipes now that I live alone.
I have a few stories to share if anyone may be interested.
Best,
EmilyOpal
What a great way to make friends!
@Kristi What a cute story! Maybe sometime if there's a girl who's feeling shy or embarrassed in the stall next to me, I'll sigh and let out a big plop.
I think that's a great way to make friends because if you heard someone pooping and they heard you pooping, they're going to be down-to-earth and honest about all sorts of other things, as pooping is one of the most regular reminders that we're all human.
As long as people follow the rules, this is a really great and wholesome website! Hope you see this and smile like I did at yours!
Your new friend,
OpalOpal
Reply to Tiana
Hey Tiana! When I was 11, I liked to watch my 4-year-old sister poop. I think I even let her watch me go a few times, too. We read the Japanese kids' classic "The Gas We Pass" and more recently, I enjoyed "Everyone Poops".
You and Louise must be the best of friends if you feel comfortable pooping in front of each other! Hug her for me, will you, and say it's from Opal! (Unless, of course, she doesn't know you posted about that!)
Keep smiling, sweetie pie! I'm about 6 years older than you are, so in a few years, you may even be as crazy as me!
Hugs,
Opal
Alex
Accident
Found this site after searching about adult poop accidents. Looks like the right place, lol. My real name isn't Alex of course, but I'm early 40s, married, one kid, reasonably fit for a slight dad bod but workout, etc. I'm here because of what happened last weekend. I do all the shopping currently because my wife is higher risk for Covid. So Sunday morning we got up, ate breakfast, and out I went. Normally I just go to the grocery store but this time I had to make a stop at the UPS store and Target also. As a result it of course took longer than usual.
After the second stop at Target I was driving to the grocery store, which is about 15 minutes away. While driving I felt the urge to poop and realized I hadn't gone that morning as usual, then thinking back hadn't gone the day before either, which meant this one would probably be good sized. I had to fight it a little while sitting but kept control and by the time I got the the grocery the urge had gone away and I just wanted to finish and go home.
I was about halfway through shopping when the urge came back. I tried to ignore it but it kept growing. Eventually I had to stop and cross my legs while looking at an item to help keep it in. I had to go bad. No more waiting to get home, I decided. Of course I was in back corner completely opposite of the bathrooms. I started pushing the cart that direction, urge getting worse, farts escaping silently as I passed people by. About halfway there it got really bad again and I had to stop and cross my legs again to squeeze but even then it almost came out. My heart was pounding. I gained enough control to keep carefully walking and made it to the aisle the bathrooms were on and halfway down that aisle, which was thankfully empty, when my body started tingling almost and I suddenly knew I had like 1 second left and then I felt my bowels squeeze and push and suddenly this extremely long, solid poop started pushing down into my briefs and kept going and going, spreading into a pile and weighing them down, crackling and popping, more and more. It felt like a least a foot long coming out if me nonstop, spreading out on my cheeks and crack, up to my balls. It finally stopped after a few seconds that felt like an eternity. I also realized then that I had peed a little. I was wearing black jeans at least, so the wetness didn't really show, but felt like the size of a baseball. Meanwhile the giant mound of crap in my briefs felt like a grapefruit. It may have been the biggest poop of my life.
I carefully waddled the remaining 100 feet to the bathroom, red with embarrassment, heart pounding, left the cart and went into the thankfully empty mens room. Another benefit of shopping early in the day - less crowds! I went into the single large stall and carefully took off my jeans, then my briefs. The pile of poop as huge. I carefully dumped it into the toilet with a loud sploosh and then spent 10 minutes cleaning up. I decided to ditch the briefs and threw them away. The wetspot on the front didn't show much and could just be a coffee spill if anyone saw. I hurriedly finished shopping and went home.
Later that evening I admitted what happened to my wife. After laughing a little she comforted me, and we made love anyway, so it didn't bother her, I guess, lol. Not like she hasn't had any accidents before, so she'd have no room to talk anwyay, ha.
Alex
Jessica
Question for Vince, how often does Kaitlin poop?
Do you think Kaitlin poop such big loads because she goes less frequently than most others?
How often does she poop?
How big are her poops usually in terms of length and diameter?Trina
More from me
Hi guys. Been busy lately and haven't had time to post.
Shannon - sorry about all the bed wetting. Hope you get that under control soon!
Gabriela - welcome! I'm enjoying your stories!
Sarah E - oh my, what a story about your accident at the gas station! Solid poop I assume? What pants were you wearing? Super obvious bulge? I look forward to your friend's story, too!
Anyway, another story about my friend growing up since I don't have a new one of my own. This one I remember from 7th grade in middle school. We were in our last period class after lunch before the end of the day, history. We sat side by side in our rows so we could talk and stuff when we could. This day I noticed she was fidgety and seemed distracted. The teacher was up front lecturing us about whatever it was so we couldn't really talk. We made eye contact a couple of times. I finally wrote a tiny not on the corner of my paper, "u ok?". She wrote back in the corner of her paper, "gotta pee!" I wrote "ask to go". She wrote "almost over". I shrugged and let it go. She continued to wiggle in her desk.
A few minutes later I heard her gasp briefly and stop fidgeting. She was staring straight ahead at the board, but her face was beet red. Then I heard splattering noises like water hitting the tile floor and looked down and saw it was coming from under her desk. I knew she was peeing her pants. She didn't move, just sat there, evidently peeing full force. I saw wetness spread onto the outside bottom of her jeans leg/butt on my side. Other kids noticed and then there was a commotion and some boys making fun of her, the girls mostly looking sympathetic. The teacher yelled for everyone to be quiet and asked me to take her to the nurse to help her, so I did. Her jeans were completely soaked, super obvious she had wet herself. She just looked shocked until we got into the hallway, then she broke down and started crying. I tried to comfort her until we got to the nurse, then I went back to get her bags so she could go home once one of her parents could get there to pick her up. She stayed home the next day out of embarrassment, but got over it eventually and could even laugh about it when anyone brought it up in future years.
All from me for now. Take care all my SPAS! :)
Trina
Elvia
Motherhood and the bathroom.
Growing up, I was as reserved about my bathroom habits as I'm pretty sure everyone is. Not family, friends, or my husband once we were married were really allowed to see me on the toilet.
Late in my first pregnancy when I was dealing with constipation and having to pee more often, I started being fine with my husband seeing me on the toilet since I was already spending so much time on it.
After my first son was born, I started to prevent my husband from seeing me again. Once he could walk though, I often had him as company when I went, and my husband saw me more often because the door had to stay open for our son's sake.
I got pregnant for a second time when our son was five, and I didn't have a problem with both of them being in the bathroom with me. And once my second was born, it was just a repeat of events.
My sons are 3 and 9 now, and I still regularly find one or both of them with me when I'm on the toilet, and it doesn't bother me at all. I find it surprising how being a mom made me so open about something I didn't use to be.
I was wondering if any other women understand or have experienced this?Audrey
Various things
Bianca: What was the context surrounding giving yourself an enema and pooing it out in a pullup? It sounds very interesting.
Marie: I stumbled on something you had written in old posts recently, did you ever tell you stories about car toileting and meeting Reese?
Sherryl: So glad to see you're back, I've always loved your posts. I meant to ask you this after your Christmas/new years surveys: how did you meet people who enjoy having pooping and peeing contests with you, and how do you clean up after?
Gabriela: I feel your pain, I was once on a school tour bus for hours desperate to pee. I eventually couldn't hold it. I ended up filling a Gatorade bottle to the brim, and my friend Rose, who was sitting next to me, tried to film it. I made her delete the video, although I kept a copy. I moved my backpack around to cover up the hiss of my thick stream of piss in the bottle. When the principal came by, it wasn't a good idea to have a bottle of straw colored liquid, and I didn't want others to know what I had done. So I chugged it. Yes. I drank a pint of my own piss.
Amanda: loved your story, car peeing ks always great to read about.
Richard: it's great to hear that your in a relationship with someone who is cool with pooing outside. Also, sharing a toilet is usually fun, though I scoot over instead of back to avoid the poo, though perhaps it's easier without a dick. I would recommend keeping a potty or bucket on hand in the bathroom in case this happens again, or just having her shit in the shower or sink.Evelyn
Sister's Super Clog
Someone asked a while back about having trouble plunging a clogged toilet. Boy do I have a story about that.
My younger sister Emma is a genetic freak. My parents are both 6' and I'm 5'-10", but somehow Emma is 6'-7". Being that height, she was star of her high school volleyball team and now plays for a big East coast college.
Another side effect of her size is she takes absolutely enormous dumps. In high school, anytime she went into the bathroom, the rest of the family knew to have the plunger ready as she would inevitably clog the poor toilet with a massive poo. Don't get me wrong, I love Emma to death, but Emma would never plunge the toilet. Being just a year older, I had to share a bathroom with her, which meant our toilet was often backed up. She claimed she didn't know how to plunge a toilet, but my parents spoiled her and would do it themselves. If they weren't immediately available, then the toilet would sit full of her poo. It was always a great surprise to go pee and find one of her giant turds jammed down the toilet. She was able to do all this despite being skinny as a rail in high school. At one point, my parents replaced the toilet with a much stronger one but she had no trouble clogging that one too.
Despite her height, her lack of coordination due to being so unproportionate meant she hadn't reached her full athletic potential. In college, her coaches wanted her to bulk up and fill out. In the fall of college, she trained and worked with the coaches to gain some weight and muscle. During winter break, she came home 45 lbs heavier. Because of her height, she now looked pretty proportional despite the extra weight. And I think all that weight made her dumps even bigger, which I found out during that break her freshman year.
That break, I went to visit my boyfriend's family for Christmas and went home to my own family for New Years. On New Year's Eve, my parents went to some family friends for a party. I didn't want to go, and Kari was going to hang out with friends later, so we both stayed back with our younger brother Ryan. I was video chatting with my boyfriend when Kari popped her head in to say she was leaving. She turned to go and then turned back and said "Oh, and I just clogged the toilet so use mom and dad's for now." I gave her the biggest eye roll as she blew me a kiss and took off.
An hour or so later, I was in my room watching Netflix and headed downstairs to get a snack. As I passed the bathroom, I caught a giant whiff of poop. Normally they don't smell until you open the lid, so I looked in and saw she forgot to put the lid down. I stepped in to do just that until I saw the toilet and gasped. Emma had really outdone herself this time. Her main log stretched from who knows how far into the toilet all the way to the upper rim. Upon closer inspection, there was actually poop on the inside lip of the seat. It seemed unbelievable, but I figured she must've had to stand up a bit to get the damn thing to fit into the bowl and when it finally broke off, it hit the inside of the seat leaving a skid mark. If that wasn't enough, there was a second giant turd laying on top of the first. The paper she used looked undisturbed, so she didn't even try flushing. Hard to blame her as it wouldn't have done a thing.
My parents eventually got home and my dad got to spend his first hour of the new year trying to get his daughter's serpent of a shit to go down the toilet. I was laying in bed awake in the next room listening to my dad flush the toilet at least 20 times with dozens of plunges in between flushes. He finally got it, or so he thought. Next morning, I peed and flushed and it was still clearly clogged. He tried more plunging but nothing was working. He gave up and called a plumber who was able to finally stick an auger down and clear it up for good. At last, our toilet was back to normal. At least until Emma reclogged it the day after. Luckily we didn't need the plumber again for that one or any since.
Jry
To Kendal + Today's poop
To Kendal + Today's poop
To Kendal: Dear Kendal, firstly I want to say that I am very happy that you posted another story. When I was reading your first paragraphs, I was really glad that you are now in a very happy family, with your daughter Tiana, and your partner Eleanor and her children Steve and Louise. And then my heart broke when I read that Andrew (Lawn Dogs Kid) had died. Be sure, I am still very happy for you, since it seems that, despite all the hardships and tragedies, you have managed to find some kind of stability. But reading that Andrew had died so soon after you both stopped posting here meant that, for the longest of times, one of the most sincere, loving human beings I never had the chance to meet but had inspired me to write was already gone from this world, years before I ever found this site.
Not to go into a depressive tone, I just want to comment that I hope you know that your posts, as well as those from Lawn Dogs Kid (Andrew), and all the loving community that you formed here during all those years have really left a mark here, certainly on me, and certainly on many readers and other posters as well. Your warmth, sincerity and love were evident in all your posts. And, though Andrew may be gone, I hope you can find some solace in the fact that his presence and enthusiasm for life and (in this case) toilet matters live on in those of us who were touched by his words (and yours as well!). Some of us may be gone sooner than others, and some of us may stop visiting this site, but I firmly believe that if at least some find these matters fascinating and are able to find here a community where they feel welcome and respected, it will be because posts as loving and genuine as yours and his were found in this site.
To go into more theme-specific matters for this forum, I wanted to ask you three things Kendal, if I may (though certainly don't feel pressured into responding):
1.- I saw in your first post after all this time that when Andrew was pooing for you in his birthday, he seemed to get a hint of concentration in his eyes, based on the way you described it. Do you recall if this was normal for him? From my experience reading your posts and his, he seemed to always have very easy poos. So, I got the impression that mostly he just had to relax to let his poo come out, which would not easily manifest in a concentrated expression. Do you know if this was the case, or if he usually had to give it a gentle push to get things started?
2.- It seems that your lovely daughter Tiana took up some things after you. From the way you describe her, she seems every bit as lovely and caring as her mother! You mention that Steve largely keeps to himself, understandable since he is a grown teenager now. Do you happen to know if he "inherited" some of Andrew's habits when using the toilet, either in his wees or poos? Maybe he also poos every morning after breakfast, or has very easy poos like him? What about Louise with Eleanor? Do you know if she resembles her in her toilet habits?
3.- Finally, have you kept in touch with Kirsty, or did you have any other toilet-related experiences throughout your teens or early adulthood with any person you mentioned in your posts back then?
As for my story: This is not a big detailed story as the ones I have been posting of the trip to the UK with my friend Frank, just a post concerning my poop session today, which I thought would be interesting to post because it is unusual for me.
Shortly after breakfast, I could feel a fullness in my rectum that began to slowly develop into an urge to poop. I don't know the best way to describe it, but besides the usual feeling, it also felt "warm" in there, which suggested it might not be a very solid one and that it might come out easily. Once I finally felt it "knocking", I went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I pulled down my pants and underwear to my ankles, and leaned slightly forward. I began peeing and soon after I felt my poop start to emerge. This gave me the go-ahead to start pushing. I did so for about 5 seconds. My pee stream came out with more force and my first turd exited quite easily. It felt long and wide, but smooth and rather soft. It made a "flump" noise in the water as it landed. I decided to continue pushing since I could feel the next one starting to emerge. This second one felt just like the first one but came out faster. I sighed a bit. I waited for some seconds and relaxed while I waited for the rest of the poop to come out. Once it started to emerge, I leaned forward so that I my abdomen and head would be in less than a 45-degree angle in relation to the toilet and decided to push constantly for as long as I could. Not hard, but to keep the constant pressure so that the poop would come out in a steady pace. Another turd similar in size to the first two quickly exited, followed by several smaller ones, all of which made flump noises as they hit the water. I then relaxed a bit and caught my breath. I still felt more inside me, so again I pushed a bit and a final small turd came out, which made a small "flop" noise. I finally felt empty, and started wiping. Because of its consistency toward soft, I think I wiped between 8 and 10 times. The first few wipes were really messy, but after the fourth one they were cleaner.
When I got up, I looked at what I had made. In the toilet bowl there was all the stained paper to the side, and a small mountain of poop in the middle. Most of it covered the majority of the water area, with the top of it emerging from the water. By my current standards, it was definitely quite a bit, with 10 to 12 turds forming the mountain of pop, and the first big three at the bottom. I felt so much lighter after that, and washed my hands and left.
Hopefully those who read this story enjoyed this description of today's event, which was unusual because of the quantity of poop that came out. If I have any further interesting events, I will post them here. I will certainly post the rest of the story about my trip to the UK with my friend Frank in the next days / weeks, once I have the time to write it in full.
Best to all!Shannon
new undies for bedtime
Hi everyone! Still haven't pooped myself in a few weeks so thats going strong. I know i've made it several weeks before on multiple occassions but I'm optimistic each time I last a few weeks that its gonna stay under control. I don't know why but I am lol.
I decided to take the suggestions and wear something to protect myself at night, after wetting my bed for what I think is the 6th time last night. This time it was a dream again, I dreamt about actually peeing in the toilet and of course I woke up to sopping wet underwear. So I started shopping on Amazon for something because I don't have the nerve to buy it in person. Amazing how years of pants pooping never got me to buy diapers but just a few months of wetting the bed and here I am. I think it makes sense though because the pants pooping is largely unpredictable and would require wearing protection at all times but this i just need to wear them when I sleep because i already know that's when I'm gonna wet myself. I wound up choosing between either tena intimates overnight underwear or depend silhouette underwear. I probably should have chosen the tena because they specifically said overnight on them but they looked a lot like...well, a diaper , whereas the depend silhouettes look a lot more like regular underwear- so I got the depends. They appealed to me because I would rather be as discreet as possible while wearing protection. Anyway they should arrive tomorrow and I'll begin wearing them at night until this bedwetting thing is under control. Or ill wear diapers to bed forever :/ who knows.
Xoxo
ShannonAccident prone in Michigan
I wet the bed
I just woke up in the midst of wetting the bed, I'm in shock as I stated in my previous post i don't mind peeing or pooping my pants but this is the first time I've done it in my sleep as an adult
Kaycha
So most of my problem and therefore my stories are pee in nature, I occasionally pooped my pants as a kid but not nearly as often as I would wet myself. One particular incident happened when I was nearly 10, 4th grade, I believe. I was playing in the afternoon play area with another girl. I had to potty but kept playing. When the teacher noticed me rocking back and forth, she asked me if I needed to go potty. I shook my head but she still told me to go. I'd wet my panties but my pants were still dry but I needed to poo bad. I held my butt as I left class as it tried to push out. I was dribbling pee down my legs and finally my poop wouldn't hold back either. I started to waddle as a heavy load pushed out into my panties and I finished peeing too. I was crying as I got to the bathroom. I felt the back of my pants and the bulge was quite large. I stood alone in the stall for a minute not sure what to do when a gentle tap on the stall startled me. It was Ms. W, a teacher's aid from the other 4th grade class. She told me it was ok and that she'd get me wipes and clean pants. For once my accident, though huge, was kept secret. Thanks Ms. W.
Michelle
Favor retuned
Hi, I have a story from a guy that I dated a few years ago. I met him online and we had been dating for a few months. Every morning after we spent the night together, I would hear him in the bathroom dropping a load. I was dying to watch, but never had the nerve to ask him. One night, he asked me to do a "favor" for him, something that I previously had told him that I didn't want to do. So instead, I struck up a deal with him. I asked him if I did the favor for him, would he let me watch him in the bathroom the next morning. He reluctantly agreed, but really wanted this favor, so he said ok. So when we woke up in the morning, he headed off for the toiled. I reminded him of the deal we made. He asked if he really had to keep his end of the bargain, because he was shy. I told him that I kept my end, so he should keep his. He agreed and we went into the bathroom. The bathroom was small and I sat on the floor in front of the toilet. He lowered his pants and sat on the toilet. He was playing games on his phone. The first few minutes were quiet. Finally, he looked down at me sitting on the floor. I really thought that he was going to tell me that he couldn't go through with it. However, instead, he said nothing. He looked me straight in the eye, and his face tensed up. He let out a grunt and I heard a crackle from the toilet. He continued to stare into my eyes, which I didn't expect but it made the experience much more intimate. His face was still tense and I was hearing crackling, grunts, and splashes. Finally after a few minutes of this, I heard him sigh in relief. He was finished. He did ask if I could leave the room while he wiped as he was embarrassed. I agree to leave the room, however as our relationship progressed, I did see more and more of him on the toilet as well as him wiping. It was a great dating experience but it came to an end after a few months. However I will always remember that first time!
Thunder
Non Private Pooping
I note the posts from Hollyrae and Elvira Right now I am sitting on my favourite public toilet. I now have time to sit and I check and reply to email , and read news feeds. I then go into a bit of meditation where I will then fully empty my bladder. When I urinate I do not completely empty my bladder .... I have to sit and relax to get it all out . I usual then have a poo but I do not think so at the moment because I had my pain meds last night so s bit bunged up . To cut a long storyline short I was a very private popper .... to me it was a very shameful act but now it is my favourite activity ( almost) . For the shy learn to enjoy bodily functions and the rest will follow.
Friday, March 26, 2021
Jry
Trip to the UK with my friend Frank, part 2
After sending my last post, I kept thinking about the posters who were still here when I was posting. I remember I had a friend and fellow poster here, Tristan, who was a few years younger than I was (I think he was in his second year of university while I was in my last year). Last time he posted, it was a story about pooping outside in the woods, I think. If my calculations are correct, he should have graduated by now and entered working life (at least I hope so, with the pandemic disrupting many things). I remember he and I were similar in our "pooping techniques". I wonder how he is doing, and if he still reads these posts, but if he reads this, I wish him the best.
As for the continuation of the story I wrote about last time, given that my friend Frank interrupted me with his shitting emergency when I was mid-poop, I was not able to continue pooping that evening. The urge went away and though I did try to poop just before going to bed, nothing wanted to come out by then. I knew it was probably going to contribute to some difficult pooping sessions in the following days.
Next day, we woke up early and went from London to Cambridge. We arrived at a park where the bus stop was, and then we walked towards what would be our rented room for the day some blocks from there. The day was quite fine, we got lucky and it was sunny for most of the day. We did not have much money, so we bought the ingredients to make many sandwiches and eat them in a park nearby. Afterwards, we explored the city center and some interesting places there. After 4 or so hours of walking and sightseeing, we sat down in a bench at another park about 20 minutes away from our rented room. We chatted for a bit when Frank's voice got a bit tense, and I asked him what was the matter. "I gotta shit, man", he said. At this moment, his voice did not sound as desperate as the day before, so we agreed to walk back to the room.
Perhaps as an ominous sign of the inner struggle my friend was about to experience, the sky, previously sunny, slowly but surely began to fill with dark clouds. Soon after, we began to hear thunders. While we kept talking on the way back to our room, Frank was slowly becoming less talkative and his responses began to shorten in length. I knew that his need to poop was becoming more urgent, so I teased him with the fact that when we got to the room, I was going to go pee first. He said, "Don't you dare!", in a playful tone but also serious enough to convey that his need to poop was increasing and that he really had to use the bathroom. Now, I actually had to pee, but the reason for teasing him was that I wanted him to get a little revenge for interrupting me mid-poop the day before. As we continued walking, his gait became more tense, and when I looked at his face, he was in obvious discomfort from holding in the load of poop inside of him.
I was kind of enjoying seeing him like this, not out of malice, but for how rare an occasion it was. When Frank needs to go, he usually becomes serious two to three minutes before he announces his need to go in a serious tone and then goes do the deed. When holding it, the only difference is that he becomes slightly more serious but is otherwise normal until he is finally able to go. On this occasion, however, I think the jetlag, all the walking and all the (not so healthy) food we were eating were affecting the control he could have in holding his need to poop. He noticed me looking at him, and if to explain his situation, said to me, "Hurry, my shit is banging at the door". That statement really painted a picture of his struggle!
We arrived at the place and got to our room. I had the key to the room, so I entered first and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. "No, man! I told you I'm shitting myself", he said, but I went ahead and began peeing. While letting my stream of pee out, I also had the mischievous satisfaction of making him wait a little longer since the previous night I was made to rush my pooping session. The stream took a while to stop, but when it did, I felt relieved and flushed and went to wash my hands. Just as I was washing them, I heard loud knocking on the door and he screamed "Come on! I'm shitting myself for real!". With that I knew that he was not joking, his tone was even more desperate than the previous night and I got a bit concerned. I opened the door and said to him, "Sorry, I knew you had to shit but I did not know it was that bad". He pushed me aside and outside the bathroom, went in, and as he was closing the door, he said to me, "I told you I was shitting myself for real…", and once the door closed, he continued, "and if I don't get seated right now it will come out in my pants".
I don't know the specifics of what transpired inside, but the toilet was just on the other side of the door, so I can tell you I heard it all very clearly. As he finished saying "pants", he must have yanked down his and his underwear and sat forcefully on the toilet seat. In less than a second, a small plop was heard followed by two or three seconds of silence, the a very big PLOP, and a sigh. He began peeing and then silence. Then a small airy fart, and then he groaned as a heavy plop was heard, followed by 5 or 6 plops in 5 second intervals. In between plops, he would sigh as well. I asked him, "How are you feeling?", to which he replied, "If you do this again, next time I will poop in a bag and let you take care of the mess". Good comeback! I did not hear more poop nor anything for 3 or so minutes, and then a plop, sigh, and a final blip sound, probably as a small turd hit the water. Then he started wiping, and contrary to his usual 3 to 4 wipes, he wiped 8 or more times, so it must have become a soft poop by the end.
This would be his last poop for about 3 days, and I would not have one until then, at the same time as one of his! I will tell you that story next time, since (to some extent), we both watched each other go from being constipated to being "un-constipated"!
Please keep the great posts coming!
Vince
Girlfriend's Loads
Carlie B, I was interested in your point about the relationship between pooping and exercising. I am a pretty big guy and my girlfriend is average sized, and for the life of me I cannot figure out how she manages to poop so much despite being considerably smaller than me.
My girlfriend, Kaitlyn, was a personal trainer who used to work at a big gym but was unfortunately laid off due to the pandemic when the gym had to shut down. She was able to maintain a number of her clients by doing remote workouts sessions over zoom. She has been surprisingly successful in doing these virtual training sessions and has even added new clients through all this. We lived in New York city and decided to move to a smaller, cheaper city down the coast in Florida. I was able to transfer my own job so we were both able to make it work.
When we were in NY, we lived in a tiny rundown apartment with shitty plumbing. Both of us, not just Kaitlyn, would have the toilet back up pretty frequently if we went number 2. Being the great boyfriend I am, I would always be the one to clear up the toilet. I'd always notice that Kaitlyn's poops were considerably larger than mine. Usually I'd see them covered in paper or occasionally broken into pieces by the first flush attempt. Sometimes though, she'd not even try to flush because they were too big and I'd see a very large log or pile of logs. It always amazed me that she, a normal-sized girl, could seemingly shit like a horse. She was embarrassed about it at first but has since seemed to be comfortable with it. If I had to guess, I'd say 50% of my poops plugged the toilet while closer to 90% of hers did. So our toilet definitely sucked in NY.
Since we moved down to Florida a few months ago, we were able to buy a small but brand new house right on the water. One thing I looked forward to was having a better toilet. Turns out, maybe the toilet wasn't the big issue. Even with a brand new toilet, she still ends up clogging it a few times a week. Meanwhile, I haven't clogged it once.
Back to Carlie's point, perhaps it has something to do with her activity level. She's obviously very active, working out multiple hours per day. That's the only thing I can think of that can explain the size of her poops. We eat our meals together, so it's not like she's eating way more or different stuff than I am. We've looked into replacing our toilet with a foreign model that supposedly flushes much better. Has anyone had luck upgrading toilets?
I'll share one brief funny to me but embarrassing to her story quickly. Back when she worked in the gym in person, she had a few clients who would hire her for private one on one sessions at their home. She had one couple in their 50s who hired her for the first time to come to their home for a private session. After the session before she left, Kaitlyn asked to use their bathroom. Well apparently she took a huge dump and clogged their toilet. She was too embarrassed to say anything and left it for them to discover later. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she never got a call back for a second session. I like to tease her about the time she pooped herself out of a possible client. I guess that's another benefit of these virtual sessions she now does, she can poop her heart out in the comfort of her home and her amazing boyfriend will deal with the aftermath.
Carlie, sounds like you two would get along well. Maybe long-lost sisters!