Shannon
First Diaper Test
So it happened- I required my first diaper change today, it was my first time having an accident in my depend silhouettes. Well, poop anyway. I did wet the bed wearing one once. I had to change in a public bathroom unfortunately. It was my day off and I went shopping at Target, and I cramped up bad while I was looking at storage containers, the kind where your stomach rumbles violently first. so I started to make my way to the bathroom, but I only made it about halfway before I wound up messing my diaper in a big way... It made a very loud squelch when it came out and there were a couple of people close by so my face turned as red as the Target logo! It felt almost exactly the same as pooping in my panties, but not quite as wet feeling. I guess the diaper wicks moisture away from your skin. I considered that since I was in a diaper that I could just finish shopping and change at home, but then I smelled my accident and it was very stinky, so I needed to change my diaper immediately.
I will say the cleanup was only marginally easier. All the poop stayed contained and didn't get on my leggings, so that was good, but I mean I still had poop all over my butt and had to use a lot of wipes. But it was nice that I could easily ball up and discard the dirty diaper. Dealing with soiled undies is a pain because you have to wrap them all up in something and keep them in your bag or you have to just sacrifice them and throw them away. Anyway, I put on a clean diaper and I went back to shopping in target like nothing happened. Oh, its also way easier to take off than regular underwear because of the way they hold the load, it doesn't get all over your legs or fall on the floor like when you try taking off pooped panties. All in all I would say the silhouettes did pretty well handling a poop accident, better than i anticipated actually. Also, I saw that the silhouettes come in an active wear style too that are even more discrete but they don't say maximum absorbency on them so I feel like they're more meant for small bladder leaks and not full blown pee and poop accidents. I will probably continue to wear these though. They helped a lot with bulging and obviously they prevent staining through so I definitely felt confident that no one could see that I pooped my pants. If only they were better at containing the smell...
I have been staying dry at night still. I guess it really was the stress I had been under that was causing me to bed wet. I will keep wearing the diapers to bed for now but I'm thinking if I stay dry at night for another week or two I'll change back to regular underwear for bed. It would be nice to not need a diaper 24 hours a day.
One last thing. I might have a potential problem with the diapers though... I noticed a couple times at work that there is *major* temptation to just pee in them when i need to go. i had to pee so bad while helping a customer a few days ago and i desperately wanted to just let go in my diaper, but i held on and eventually made it to the bathroom. But that's dangerous! I don't intend to start peeing myself out of convenience. But the temptation is certainly there.
Xoxo
Shannon
Tuesday, May 04, 2021
Amber
My sis
I was reading here and saw how some were talking about some doing big loads. well I thought I'd chime in on a few of the many my little sister has done.
one time I was taking a shower and she asked if she could go, so I let her in, and when she got done she told me she'd let me flush when I got out, when I went to flush it I saw a big log in the drain then a very long log over that had to be around 2 feet, it took a bit to flush had to use the plunger.
another time I had a shower she left a single log but it was around 2 inches thick and a foot long
another time it was 3 fat short ones about 4 inches long each
one time she ran on me in the middle of using the toilet and told me she had to go really bad, she ended up squatting in the tub, 1 short thick log and 2 long ones about a foot each
There more I could talk about if people want, also I should mention most times do need the plunger just in case
Lavah
comforting a constipated friend
Hello, all! I have a quick story for you today that happened last weekend. This is about my friend, Hayley.
Hayley and I both got our second covid vaccines around the same time about 3 weeks ago. To celebrate, we had a little 2-night sleepover last weekend at my apartment. Like me, Hayley is really open about her bathroom habits. She doesn't struggle with constipation often like I do though. On Friday, (the first night) we went to the store and bought lots of chips, chocolates, and more junk food, plus a pizza which we both devoured by the end of the night. We were up until the early hours of the morning catching up, watching movies, and what not. We slept until afternoon on Saturday and lazed in our pj's for the whole day. Around 5 or 6 in the evening, Hayley said she was going to the bathroom and asked if I wanted to come. She'd been to the bathroom a hand-full of times since she'd been here and never asked me to join her, so I figured this must be her way of telling me she needed to poop. I said yes and we headed to my bathroom. She sat on the toilet while I sat on the bathtub and we talked for a while. She peed and remained seated as we chatted. Every now and then, I'd see her face tense up which let me know she was pushing. We continued conversing when she suddenly gasped and grabbed my hand. "Unh! Sorry," she said, "This is a stubborn one." I asked her if she was constipated. She told me that she'd been pooping just fine lately and that it must be the junk food from last night. She kept pushing while squeezing my hand "Unnnnnh.......... Unnnnnnnnnh........... UNNNNNNNNNNNNH!" "Want help?" I asked. She nodded. I massaged her ???? while she relaxed. I felt it gurgle under my hands after a few minutes and she drew in a sharp breath. "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH UGH!" she grunted as a loud plop was heard beneath her. "Man, I never get that constipated!" she shouted and we both laughed. She thanked me for her help and I told her not to worry about it. She let out about 3 more turds after that without any effort. We both decided to eat a little healthier that night and made a salad. She went home early the next morning. That was the only time either of us pooped all weekend.
Rosalynne
My response to Iris
My response to Iris:
I go to a large high school where I have to pee 2, sometimes 3 or more times a day. Peeing can't be avoided, although I had a friend who in 6th grade was getting frustrated by pee shyness.
She saw the school nurse who suggested she avoid the most crowded bathrooms. Her name was included in an emailed list to teachers of students who needed to take medication or needed other assistance. So Bethany no longer needed to try to go during class passing periods. She would be automatically excused from class. Often she would go to the top or lower floor of the school because those bathrooms received less use. Bethany was taught to take an end cubicle, lift up the seat, and then tear off toilet paper which she laid over the water in the bowl. Then she lowered her seat, sat down and had almost total silence as she peed. She was crying with happiness the night after school when she told me about her 2 successful pees earlier in the day.
Iris, what do you feel has caused your peeing shyness? Were you teased or bullied? Would you be able to use a single toilet in a small space such as a gas station? A portable potty at a carnival with a lot of other noise around it from traffic and the other rides? Have you had any problems crapping at school or public places?
Wishes and love!
Sherryl
Can you tell the story about pooing between the cars?
Mina
high drama in my flat
Happy Birthday to Tiana.
Greetings to Kendal, when I found you are Tiana's mother I read some your posts. When I read about Andrew, I cried, my friends too. Condolence to you.
Thank you Catherine for your kind words. Like you I had no interesting story for long time.
But now I have. There was big drama in my flat on Wednesday!!
I got mail from my French friend, she was my friend when I was schoolgirl in Wales, so ancient history now but we are still good friends and send mail each other.
She told me rather shocking story.
She found on Internet, a woman lorry driver in West France (she is East France) delivered some goods to a farmer. Then she walked back her lorry, but suddenly she had terrible pain in stomach. She needed loo. She didn't want to borrow farmer's loo (perhaps she can't because of company rule, my friend said), she couldn't go to cafe because all close for corona, and her company office was 30 minutes from there by lorry. Her pain so bad, she pulled down panties and did a diarrhoea beside road.
And farmer saw her, and beside road was border of his field, and he very angry and took photo of her diarrhoea and sent her company. And her boss said her, "you are fire, you go away and never come back." So she went law office to sue her boss and force him give back to her her job.
Then my friend said in her mail, one day later, story was delete from Internet. My friend think it was because in France people don't accept existence of defecate of woman. Even everybody know, woman defecate just like man, but it is taboo to say and think. My friend try her computer's history function, but even that, story was not there any more even it was there Tuesday.
Of course I told my friends all the story. But when I said about delete, I suddenly heard high noise "uuuuuuuu". I look at Kazuko, she had very red face then she suddenly burst into the tears and she began wail and wail very big voice.
Maho and Hisae run to her. Me, I didn't move. I remembered that Kazu is terrible scar because her mother always angry to her if she stayed loo more than ten seconds. I remember but it was too late. Mina is bad wicked horrible girl. Now my face also red and I started cry lots, but no voice because I hold back with efforts.
Kazuko cried long time, and me too. For many minutes Kazu couldn't say anything, but finally she say, "why they think female motion is taboo? So stupid big fib! I want to do motions on their face." and cry more, big voice.
After lots cry, she suddenly said, "I have to do motion. But I do in loo, not on face of Internet people." She stand up and go to loo. Hisae went with her to massage, and Maho stand at door. I didn't move. I didn't have courage to go near to Kazuko. I though, if I go near to her, she get angry more. I hurt her too much, I don't want hurt her more.
I heard two very heavy plops. Kazu still crying. But suddenly she stop to cry and said loud voice, "Minappé come to loo! I want you be near me." I surprised! I wonder, maybe she hit me? But I thought, it's OK. She can hit me many times if she want. So I went to loo and Maho made me be between her and Kazuko.
Kazu took my hand and said, "Minappé I am not angry to you. I am angry to Internet people because they delete story. They had stupid idea. Bad person is not you. You are good person and I love you. Stay near me. I love you (she said "I love you" many times.) She squeeze my hand hard, suddenly she pushed with her bottom and eight loud plops in loo. She gave little smile. They were not so big turds, but they came out high speed, so made big noise. Hisae said to Kazu to stand, then she flushed, then Kazu sat down on loo again.
I was still crying. Kazuko pulled me to her and hugged and caressed. I said sorry, but she said, "no sorry. if you say sorry I hit you." I changed my mind about hit is OK, I don't want hit now, so I stop to say sorry. Kazu caressed, and at same time she pushed with bottom so burururururu into loo, she started to do a diarrhoea. She still hug me hard and she did burururururururu many times with hugging.
She said, "I hope woman lorry driver get back her job." We all thought same thing.
Maho suddenly said, "Minappé's friend said story was delete because prejudice to female
defecate, but perhaps delete was because of fake news?" I and Hisae said at once, "maybe that is true! It is good if it was fake news." Kazuko smiled a bit, she doing only little pieces now because her whole stomach was in loo water. She turned head and blew kiss to Hisae, then she kissed me on my head. And she blew kiss to Maho.
She said, "sunnda", it mean finish. She was on loo about half an hour. She did a very lots, but I was happy with that because she defy stupid society prejudice. She washed with washlet and then Hisae and Maho said "Minappé dry Kazu first." So I dried her well, then Maho and Hisae dried her too.
Maho said, "Kazu-chan and Chae, come to sleep in green flat tonight with me and Minappé. I and Chae sleep in futon in Japanese room. Tomorrow is public holiday so no problem, deshô?" (deshô is Japanese word which express future.) Maho's mean is, Kazu must sleep with me in my bed. (This week's normal plan was, me and Maho in green flat, Hisae and Kazu in beige flat.)
Kazu said, "Ureshii!" It is mean, "I am happy!" I said to Maho, thank you, and kiss her, then give Kazu her panties which were on window shelf of loo. (Her jeans were in Japanese room, Maho folded them there.)
We took bath. Me with Kazu and Maho with Hisae. Kazu's hole of bottom was very red because violent motion, so I washed gently and carefully, and Kazu said, "good feeling!" After bath, I put cream to her.
In the bed, of course we hug. Then I caress her bottom. She said, "good feeling! Please caress more." So I caress more. She purr quietly like happy cat, but after about 15 minutes of caress, she stop to purr, so I look at her. No, she not sleeping. Her eyes open wide. She smiled to me and made her mouth shape of kiss. And move her eyes, so I caressed more. But after more ten minutes, I heard little snore. I looked. She was sleeping. So I took away my hand, very slowly. Then I don't remember more. Maybe I also sleeping.
I cut story here. I planned to write about motion of me and 2 crushes (not Kazu!) of next morning, but this post too long, so I stop. If you read all this, I say "how courage you are!"
I love everyone this site. My crushes also love.
Kisses and hugs from your very own Minappé and 3 crushes
P.S. Mina is happiest woman in the world.Emma
Helping my date
I have been seeing this guy for few weeks. Last night he came straight from work over to my house to watch a movie. But when he arrived he looked uncomfortable. I asked if he was ok. He said "Yes, I kinda have to poop, but it's been stuck." I told him that I could help and to take off his clothes and let me see. He looked at me nervously, but knew that he didn't have any better options. He bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and there was a huge firm turd just sitting there in his butthole. I said "Wow, that must be uncomfortable." "Yes." He breathed shallowly, clearly nervous and embarrassed. I went to get some coconut oil and I put it over his hole and a little into it. I could feel just how hard it was. I led him to the bathroom and told him to put his feet on the little stool infront of the toilet. He looked at me doubtfully and I said to give it time.
I asked him about his day and we chatted for a few minutes when suddenly he looked panicked. He told me it felt like whatever I did might be working and that I might want to leave. I told him that I wasn't going anywhere. He resolved himself to the situation and I saw him concentrate and give a good push. I heard his poop start to crackle and slowly emerge. After a minute he said it was stuck again. I told him to lean forward so I could see. He did and it was sticking straight out like a tail the size of a toilet paper roll. At this point I felt the strong urge to pee and I let him know. I told him to sit back with his legs apart and I pulled down my pants and panties. As he shifted to make room for me, I heard the huge turd drop into the water. I asked if that was it and he said no, so I sat down and started to pee. He said he felt like he could push more now. I felt his stomach tense against my back. I was done peeing and spread my legs to look down into the toilet as he gave one hard grunt and push and a huge log slid out. It went from the hole of the toilet to the top of the bowl. An inadvertent sigh of relief escaped him. I smiled and turned around and said that he must feel so much better. He nodded still in shock of what had happened. The smell filled the bathroom but it wasn't too bad. I wiped myself and I told him he could wipe his own butt and that I would be waiting for him in the bedroom. When he came out he was still acting sheepish and I told him how much I enjoyed helping him and that next time he can watch me poop if he wanted. He agreed and I kissed him and we forgot about watching the movie.
Miranda
Enjoying your bodily functions?
I agree it would be/is nice to enjoy your bodily functions. Now that I'm in college I can say that with more certainty than 6, 7, or 8 years ago. With so many of the toilet doors being removed in the public schools, some find it intimidating to sit with clothing down and to have other eyes and ears on you, your privates, underwear and how scared you look while you drain or drop; and for some I know that's on a good day.
An example: in middle school my friend Teena took it literally when told to dress up on picture day. Just before her picture was scheduled to be taken, I saw Teena come into the bathroom. She was wearing a brand new pink dress her mom had just bought her. She had also been taught before standing in a long line to do a precautionary pee for obvious reasons. While I sat with my slacks down trying to hurry up my slow-coming crap, Teena took the toilet just past mine. I complimented her on her dress. I could tell she was stressed because she was getting close to her photo sit appointment. Her underwear fell to the floor immediately, but instead of hearing her take her seat, I heard her fumbling with her dress, she turned a couple of times and I heard her whack her arm against the toilet paper holder. She cried out in pain. I said what's wrong hon? Then she dropped herself onto the seat.
She started telling me how her big dress was so hard to manage. This was her first bathroom experience with it. I could hear that she was turning around, twisting to check the back of it.
When I heard her stream starting, I made a joke and asked her if she was happy she wasn't shitting? She laughed and then I realized I shouldn't have said that since it was only 3rd hour and we had an 8th hour history class. I'd seen her take a bathroom pass then quite a bit. I know that worried her. I stood, wiped and flushed and took my time at the sink because I wanted to continue to show her support. With no doors on the toilets in our wing, I could see in the mirror Teena still looked frustrated. She was worried about getting her sprawling dress creased or otherwise messed up. Then she stood and within a second, the auto-flush went off. It surprised her and frightened her. My toilet was one of the older ones and didn't have it. Luckily! I scanned down the row. I figured out the older toilets with the black seats didn't have it; the white seated ones did. Teena came out, turned and asked me to check the back of her dress. She slightly fell against me because she had forgotten to pull up her panties. Yes, she had splashes on the back. There was a lot of splash on the back of her toilet seat. I don't know if that was from the flush or left over from a previous user. We both knew a couple of our classmates had taken up hover pissing and they weren't very good at it.
I got Teena composed and walked her to the picture line. By the time I got back to my class, my teacher was a bit upset with my being gone so long, but I don't remember she followed through with any consequence.
Little did I k now that when I got to high school my friend Kennard would have a whole new set of bathroom issues.
Deb
School trip accident when I was 17
Hi again, my name is Deb.
My bowels have been rather calm since the accidents I had on Easter weekend. My period has also settled down which has been nice.
I was at Walmart the other day buying some Pull-ups for my daughter. I decided to stock up on some pads as well. While I was in the maxi pad section, there was a teenage girl also picking out some pads. I could hear her moaning and I could see that she was shuffling around. She selected a package of pads and as I went to get mine, she moaned, hunched over slightly and let out a loud wet fart. Almost instantly, the back of her tight tan pants ballooned out and turned brown as she had massive diarrhea in them. I felt really bad for her as she put her pads back and shuffled out of the store.
It reminded me of a really bad accident that I had on a school trip when I was 17. It was May of 1995 and I was in grade 12. A bunch of classes went on a day trip to Toronto to the Ontario Science Centre and then for a walk around Chinatown for some shopping.
That day I decided to wear a nice pink blouse with a jean jacket. I also wore some pink bikini panties and a pair of nice fitting jeans that made my bum and legs look really good.
I didn't have my period which was nice. I was actually in between periods at the time so I didn't have any pads or a change of clothes with me. Since it was only a day trip, I only brought a small bag with my wallet and a few snacks for the three hour bus ride.
As we were walking around the Science Centre I started feeling a bit off in my ????. I thought it was because I hadn't eaten much since I had breakfast several hours earlier. Our tour of the Science Centre ended and then we were dropped off at the Eaton Centre in downtown Toronto for lunch. They gave us two hours to eat and do some shopping. The food helped settle down my ???? a bit. Before we had to go back to our bus, I went to the washroom and with my girlfriends Carrie and Lisa. I peed but didn't have to poop at all.
On the bus ride over to Chinatown is when things started getting bad for me. I started having some really bad cramps, but I didn't let on to anyone. We got off the bus and within 20 minutes I was getting desperate to find a toilet to relieve my bowels. A few minutes later I just couldn't hold on anymore, no matter how tightly I clenched my butt cheeks. A little bit came out of at first with a squelch, which then seemed to open up my bowels as they turned to mush. It was soft and it was a lot! The mess completely bubbled out of me, filling up my pink bikinis and spread all through my panties. I could feel the mess swishing around my panties and bulge out my jeans. It was terrible!
This all happened at 2pm and we were not scheduled to leave until 5pm. I still had at least three hours of walking around with a massive load of diarrhea in my pants. Throughout the rest of the afternoon I was letting out more and more diarrhea in my pants. I did my best to keep myself at the back of the group and my bum away from everyone. I reached behind to feel my bum and my jeans were wet from the mess leaking through so I decided to tie my jean jacket around my waist.
Finally, after a long three hours, it was time for us to get back on our bus for the ride home. When I got to the bus, my teacher, Miss Williams, pulled me aside and asked if I was okay. I lied and told her that I was fine, even if that was the furthest thing from the truth. She said, "Are you sure? You've been awfully quiet this afternoon, which is not like you at all". I said, "I'm okay, I'm just not feeling the greatest." She asked me what was wrong so I told her that I just had really bad cramps. She said, "Oh I'm sorry. Do you need anything?" I said, "No, I'm fine. I'll be okay, really".
Sitting down on the bus was horrible. The mess in my pants spread all over my panties, up my back and down the insides of my legs.
An hour into the ride I started cramping up again and let out another wet rush of diarrhea. I had the window seat and rested my head on it. It was then that I started crying. I was sitting with Carrie and she asked me what was wrong. I told her that I wasn't feeling well. She kept asking what it was and if I had my period. I finally whispered to her, "I'm sick and I pooped my pants." She said, "Oh Deb! I'm SO sorry! When did that happen?" I told her that I first pooped my pants at around 2pm. She couldn't believe it.
When we finally got back to our school, I stayed on the bus until everyone else was off. I didn't want anyone to see the mess that had leaked through my pants. Both Carrie and Lisa stayed with me. Lisa felt really bad for me too.
Carrie's mom had dropped us off that morning and my mom picked us up. I gingerly say down with my jacket still around my waist. I started crying again when I got in the car. My mom asked what was wrong and I told her that I had gotten sick in Toronto with diarrhea and had pooped my pants over and over.
By the time I finally got home, I had been walking around and sitting in my mess for almost seven hours! Both my panties and jeans were stained right through. My panties were covered all the way up the back to the waist band, all over the bum and well up the front as well. My jeans were soaked in diarrhea in the same spots but also down the insides of the legs. I remember cleaning up taking a long time but feeling really nice.
At school the next day there were rumours going around that I had pooped my pants in Toronto. I know that it didn't come from Carrie or Lisa, so I think that one of the other kids in my class must have seen the mess leaking through my pants. Of course I denied it. That all went away the next week when a girl in my class bled through her pants. She got up from her desk when class was over and everyone saw that she had bled through her pants. Her period had obviously gotten really heavy and she soaked through her pad. She leaked through her bum and even through the front of her pants. She had to call her mom for a change of clothes.
Well, that's all for now. I'll be back again as I think of other accidents I have had or if I have any others.
Thanks for reading!
Deb.
Jry
Replies + Pooping in half-stalls while being made fun of
Kendal: Dear Kendal, thank you very much for your reply, for your kind words and for being willing to answer my questions! No problem at all on the delay. I must say, I was quite heartbroken to read that Andrew was in such a state after Ellen's passing. But I was also quite happy that he went back to being the lovely young man he was for that special occasion with you! Be certain, although I never met him personally, I keep him in my mind, through his essence in his posts and in your stories. And throughout all these years, I have also kept you and your family in my mind as well, so I am very glad that you and your lovely daughter can bond over toilet matters : -). So, it seems that I have understood Andrew's pooing habits correctly! And it seems I was also right about our age difference: I am only slightly younger than you (not that it matters for anything practical, but by reading your stories even after you stopped posting years ago and before I ever started posting, I would feel part of the community that you created here). When you feel like you have the energy, keep posting, I will keep reading. It has been lovely to have you back (even if, for all practical purposes, we are just starting to meet).
Tiana: That was a really great story with your mom. I also wish you find this site a very welcoming site and that you can find fellow posters who engage with you and create a community similar to the one that was going on when Kendal was around your age. Fellow poster Abbie has been here since around the time I first started posting, I think! But she has been much more active than I have been. I think you will find her stories very special (I also really do like them). Hope you find in her and others here a kindred spirit! On that note…
Abbie: I just want to compliment you because we started posting at about the same time years ago, but you have been a consistent poster all these years while I often disappear for months and years, and all your stories have been of the greatest quality. One thing that I must say is that I would have hoped that your big difficult poops would have gotten better by now. I think that is just part of who you are, and also part of what makes your posts special. I just wish you would have an easier and more enjoyable time instead of frequently struggling on the toilet. In any case, I think the big and difficult poops have led to special moments with your friends throughout the years.
Queue: Thank you very much for the compliment. Since you have read my stories over the years, you probably realize that I often make promises on some stories and then don't deliver (a story from one time when I was in the hospital with another teen comes to mind) because I disappear for months or years! So, what I think I will do in this latest run of posts is: today, the half-stalls story; next time, the final part of my trip to the UK with my friend Frank (which I have been writing for some time, but it is very long); and finally, the second part of the hospital story I posted all those years ago and never finished. Ironically, I dislike not having closure on things that interest me… says something about me, does it not? :-P
Tricky: A big thank you for your detailed replies and detailing what seems most uncomfortable for you and what you have come to accept over the years. When I first started posting here, I used to feel much more uncomfortable about pooping near others, whether in a public restroom or at someone's house. I have become more comfortable over the years, although a significant degree of awkwardness remains. But, since the story on using half-stalls happened in my mid-teens, it makes it a very mortifying experience. It was not in a school, fortunately, but in a public place. Since you also wanted to read it, here it is:
I cannot quite recall why there was some kind of artisanal fair a few towns away, but back then it seemed like a big deal since it was only for a limited time and my family had decided to go there. This fair was meant for whole families to visit. The day we decided to go to the fair, which was a few hours' drive away, I was hesitant to go because I had not pooped the day before and I had felt a fullness in my intestines that morning after breakfast. When I had gone to the bathroom shortly before leaving and tried pooping, however, nothing came out. I pushed a couple of times but there was no sign of anything moving, just the heavy feeling in my bowels. Frustrated but resigned to the fact that there was a risk that I would need to poop during our time at the fair, I simply pulled my pants again and left the bathroom.
Once in the fair, which was honestly quite nice and fun, we spent about 2 or 3 hours walking around, going into shops and eating. While my parents went to eat at some vegetarian restaurant near the fair, my younger brother and I stayed eating some hamburgers and French fries. As I was finishing my meal, I started feeling a big mass of poop move from my lower intestines into my rectum. It is weird to describe the feeling: not quite the need to poop yet, but a fullness feeling that let me know that the time to poop would come sooner rather than later. Now, I started getting worried. My parents would not want to go back home soon, and even then, it was not a certainty that I would be able to hold my poop for the duration of the drive back home.
After finishing our meal, my brother and I kept walking around the fair and I had hoped that doing so would take my mind off the impending need. Of course, walking did the opposite: the movement made the mass of poop finally reach a point in my rectum that signalled that the time to release it was near. I soon broke into a cold sweat: If I did not like using the toilet to poop neither at school nor at home with others nearby possibly listening to me, much less would I like it if it were a public place like this. As we walked, I tried clenching both my sphincter and my butt cheeks in the hope that the need would pass and not be a problem for me anymore. It worked for about 15 to 20 minutes, until I got a stomachache and felt a large, solid turd starting to scrape at the inside of my rectum, generating in me a stinging, greatly uncomfortable sensation.
I stopped walking and held my stomach for a bit. My brother noticed, turned back to me and asked what was wrong. "I'm almost shitting myself", I said. My brother burst into a short fit of laughter. On occasion, he would tease me both about how I did not like using the bathroom near others (which led to situations like this) and about the sounds I made while on the toilet. But in this case, while he had fun at watching me suffer through this, he also decided to help. "Stay here, let me see where the nearest restrooms are", he told me. He went off and about two minutes later he came back, "There's some large restrooms behind that store", he said while pointing to a restroom complex behind a shop that sold Mesoamerican-inspired stuff. "I have to pee, so we can both go there now".
As we walked, I was feeling the head of this big turd trying to force its way out and started opening my butthole juuuust a little bit. Time was running out, and I knew that I would have to use that restroom regardless of its conditions or how many other people were in there. We went in and this restroom was really weird. It was shaped like a triangle of sorts. The sinks were located in the middle. To the left and to the back of the restroom, there were several urinals. To the right, there was a row of six half-stalls. These half-stalls had stall walls that were made of some obsidian-looking rocks mixed with concrete, and had wooden doors that only covered the upper legs, thighs, crotch and lower abdomen of the people there, but anyone standing to the side, by the sinks or in front of the stalls could still get a pretty good look at anyone who was sitting there from the torso up.
This restroom was packed, although people were entering and leaving constantly. Many, many people were at the urinals but I did not notice in detail how many since my urgent need to poop led me directly to the stalls. I even left my brother behind, not paying attention to where he went. When I reached the stalls, all of them were occupied. A guy had gone in just in front of me, and I was the next in line. Very quickly, two other guys, maybe in their early 20s who seemed to be friends, got behind me to wait for vacant stalls as well. Because the guys sitting on the toilets were visible, I was able to see at what stage in their pooping process they were in. Most of them were still dropping their loads, although I saw a man maybe in his late 30s beginning to wipe. I was getting quite anxious by the fact that I could see the others, and that others would soon be seeing me on the toilet. This layout and the half-stalls were incredibly uncomfortable for me, but it was either using them or going in my pants.
Once the man in his 30s went out of his stall (one of the middle ones), I went in there, closing the door behind me. I stood there, facing the toilet, wondering whether I should pull my pants and underwear down while facing the others in line or while facing the toilet. I decided to do the latter. I carefully pulled down my pants and underwear and sat down. Once sitting, I faced everyone in line - the two guys who were behind me in the line, an older man, and a group of three boys who must have been 12 or 13. Almost immediately the head of the first turd started emerging. It felt hard and hurt a bit. At this point, I was trying desperately to not make any faces that could be seen by the others, although I acknowledge that neither my stall neighbor nor the others in line seemed to care. While this was going on, the two stalls at the end became vacant, and the two guys behind me went in.
I had some inches of the first turd already sticking out of my hole, but I was mildly frozen due to the feeling that I could be seen. I hesitated whether to push or try to let it out slowly without much effort. I tried for a minute the second option, but it soon became clear that just trying to let it come out on its own was not going to work. It did not seem to be moving that much, probably due to the fact that it was becoming wider and started hurting a bit more by stretching my hole. At this moment, the man that was occupying the first stall (the one nearest to the entrance) left and the older guy waiting in line went in. This left, unfortunately, just the group of boys waiting in line. Only one of them was looking at the stalls, seemingly waiting for someone to finish. The others were teasing him about his need to take a crap. This made me a bit nervous, since they were making fun of him even before he took a stall. Nonetheless, I needed to start pushing if I was ever going to get over with this particular poop session, so I did.
That moment was when these kids directed their attention towards me. I am not sure what kind of face I was making, but I was feeling myself go red from the effort (and probably a bit for the embarrassment). "Uuugh!", said mockingly the tallest of the three boys. "See how that guy is pooping? That's soon going to be you!", he continued as he started laughing. The other kid who was not going to poop either looked at my face and started laughing as well. The kid who wanted to poop looked at me nervously, as if thinking that this was what he was soon going to experience as well. The fact that they were looking at me and laughing caused me to tense up, but because the widest part of the first turd was still at my hole, I made a weird grimace that made them laugh even harder. "Stop it!", the boy who needed to poop said back to his pals, "This guy is going to kill us once he comes out! You should leave". They did not listen to him, of course, and I was seriously getting angry at them by this point. But, being in my position and with a lot of poop left to come out, I could not do anything at this point.
I got the strength to bear down hard and expel the rest of the first turd, which made a heavy POLOMPT sound as it hit the water. The boys laughed again. "Did you hear that shit?!", they said, laughing. "Hey!", said one of the 20-something guys who had entered to the end stalls. "You shit as well, don't you? Then shut up". I was grateful that guy had intervened, since these boys tried to stop laughing for a bit. But when they saw my pushing face for the second turd, the tallest of them again went "Uuugh!", in a mocking way. They laughed at the plops and my faces for this and for the third turd. When the fourth one was about to come out, however, my brother appeared from behind the sinks and, after taking a look at me and laughing quietly for a moment, went towards these boys, stood behind them as if being part of the line waiting for the stalls, and said "You better leave. I need to shit as well and I don't want any of you to be here while I am doing it" (note: he did not in fact need to go, he was just helping me). Now, my brother was back then only 2 or 3 years older than those boys, but he looked significantly taller. Not wanting to risk anything, the two boys who did not need to poop left, leaving only the one who did need to go standing there. "Sorry… they're always like this", said this boy, looking and talking at me. He also immediately apologised to my brother as well. My brother, meanwhile, was grinning at me, having had the satisfaction of shooing away these boys but also seeing me in a humiliating moment.
I finished pooping rather quickly, expelling 2 or 3 more turds, and wiped several times quickly as well. I flushed the toilet and went to the sinks with my brother. "Well, that was fun!", my brother said, laughing a bit. "Yeah… whatever", I replied. Although he does not enjoy using public restrooms either, he seemed to be much more comfortable than me using them back then, and still is. We went looking for my parents soon after, not mentioning anything about what had just happened.
So, this was my story. It is rather long. I feel a little embarrassed that I was made fun of by some boys 4 or 5 years younger than me at the time and could not force them to stop. But I am also grateful for my brother and the other guy who intervened at that moment.
Keep up with the great posts! See you next time!
Bianca
This Morning
This morning's poop was probably about a 5/6 on the brystal stool chart. I had to go 3 times. In regards to my last post, my favorite bluegrass song is from the 50's not 30's. Speaking of the 50's, I bet the toilets looked different than what they do now. I also believe there was a time where you had to pull a chain to flush. Here's something that may seem unbelievable. On Reddit, someone had posted about a drain clog in the toilet at a hotel. The snake had pulled out a shower curtain from another bathroom. Either that person was imagining such a thing, or maybe the curtain somehow got dragged through the plumbing. That was the most craziest toilet story I ever read. If I come to an agreement on the blindness group home, I hope it has the nice fast flushing toilets. Since graduating the training center for the blind 2 years ago, I've not found another double flush toilet. I've heard of a toilet known as a dual flush, but I don't know if those sound like they drain twice. One thing's for sure though, I'd have to get used to increased responsibilities at the home if I go. I'd not let this bother me if it increased my mental, and bowel health. As with any new situation, it's the in between that's emotionally the hardest. Bye.Opal
Hello!
Tiana, it's great hearing your stories! I'd like to hear more! Kendal, it's great that I get to read stories from Tiana's mum! Haha, if Eleanor has no interest in pooing together, how does she feel that Tiana and Louise watch each other going for fun?
Violet, I'm about your age! We could be friends, if you like.
A story I have is that when I was eleven, I had eaten some fast food and my stomach felt terrible, but the nearest toilet was five miles away. My mom rushed me to the grocery store so I could go there, but it was too late. My little pink panties were full of hot diarrhea, and I didn't have a change of clothes, so I left my panties in the trash and just put my pants back on. My little sister, age five, was also very sick. We had to miss going to my aunt's house for dinner, and she is a very sweet person and a wonderful cook. That's all for now!
Hugs,
OpalCatherine
Shannon: I wish you all the best with the steps that you've taken to take charge of your health! I've worn some form of Depends when I've been really sick with diarrhea before. I have a had some diarrhea slips in them, and they did fine. But I never did the whole load in them. If an accident happens, I'm sure they'll be secure! All the best!
Taylor: It is really different to go in a dress! Glad you tried it! I wish you and Jennifer all the best and thanks for sharing about Francesca!
Anthony T: I can't imagine how horrible that woman felt!
Xander: Thanks!
Jack: It seems that when things like what you described with Kelsey happen when we are at impressionable ages, then it really does "open a door" as you described!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Stefany
That must have one an awkward walk home after Josh saw you pee? It's understandable though, you focus was more on having a seat.
Cammy
Sorry, Kendal!! I know I was around when you all were there, but I may not have posted anything to you because you were underage and I didn't want to scare you. I didn't post much in any case. But I had read that someone thought you all had been in an accident and that's why you weren't posting. That was many years ago. I don't post much anymore, but I did tell a story awhile back of the worst bathroom experience I had since Covid took over. Today's was pretty close to that. I need to eat better, I guess. Pretty hard during a pandemic, but I get by!! Keep up all the excellent work!! You're doing a terrific job keeping everyones' legacies alive.
Sunday, May 02, 2021
Marcus W
Re. Divo's Survey for Men
1. Do you poop in public?
I've no hang-ups about doing so and I'll happily have a poo in a public toilet, but it doesn't often happen since I normally go at home in the morning and don't often need to do it again.
2. Have you ever clogged someone's toilet at their house?
I don't think so. Again, I've no problem with going for a poo at someone else's house but I don't think I've ever blocked it. Might have left skidmarks on a few occasions though!
3. Do you spray when you poop with company around?
If there's a spray to hand I might use it, but I'd rather open a window. Sprays seem a bit pointless to me: they just add to the smell rather than getting rid of it.
4. Do you tell people when you have to do a bowel movement?
No: just sidle off and do the deed discreetly!Tricky
Re: Jry, Bianca
Jry, do recount your story. Did it occur at a school?
My embarrassment stems more from when other people call attention to what I'm doing, rather than them briefly witnessing(and probably ignoring) the act itself. When they call attention to it, it means I'm not being ignored or left alone. It's a reminder that my privacy and personal space is being violated while in an intimate position of vulnerability. When I used the half stalls at that high school when I was 14, it wasn't so bad, mostly because none of the other students made fun of me, at least in part the result of there also teachers in the room. Not that I had much choice in my usage of that facility.
In middle school, I once saw a student being bullied while he was sitting on the toilet in a doorless stall. Two 8th graders urinated on some paper towels and pelted this 7th grader with them while he was sitting in the doorless stall with his pants at his ankles, calling him names like "Faggot!" and "Queer." It made me very fearful to poop at school, and most days I was in a rush to get home from holding it in from after lunch or longer. For my entirety of 7th and 8th grade, I only used the doorless stalls once, a story I will eventually recount. My first two years of high school were similar, until I moved and changed schools, the new school having doors on the stalls which allowed me to poop whenever the need arose without fear of being ridiculed or bullied.
I've used half stalls at other locations after high school. No one really sees much, sort of akin to using a partitioned urinal. They can see who you are and what you are doing, but are spared the gory details. Like any public restroom, they'll hear it though, just as well as they would if I had a normal stall covering everything but my feet/pants/ankles. That doesn't bother me as much because it's all men who tend to ignore my presence and leave me be, as they tend to do when I'm standing at a urinal. I do have stories of exceptions while using similar setups which I will eventually recount.
What made the post job interview poop so awkward was that there were a number of women, some of them quite attractive, who got to hear the shit show, and the fact that attention was called to what I was doing once my noises interrupted the meeting. Everyone there knew exactly what activity I was engaged in. Then they got to see me exit the restroom. And I'd have to see these people again while I worked there. That to me was more embarrassing than using the half stalls in the view of other anonymous dudes I'd never see again.
I can hold in a small amount of diarrhea much more easily than I can hold in a massive amount of solids. It's large quantities of solid poop knocking on my back door, stretching my rectum and colon to their limits, causing me pain, that tends to encompass 95% of my emergencies. I rarely ever get diarrhea. I eat like a horse, and suffer the consequences though. Normally I poop 3-4 times a day, usually once after each meal and sometimes a second occasion 2-3 hours after my post lunch poop before dinner, or 2-3 hours after my post dinner poop. If it is late afternoon or early evening and I haven't pooped all day, my insides won't give me much warning when the time comes, and it tends to be an emergency. Same if I've gone more than 24 hours without a poop. Those emergency movements tend to by messy, smeary, and clog toilets. My most awkward stories tend to involve sessions like these, usually because I'd take any toilet available without regard to privacy due to the urgency of the situation, and often have an unwanted audience. Normal stalls, half stalls, or single occupancy rooms didn't provide enough embarrassment to make me hold it in any non-emergency situation anytime I've come across them, but doorless stalls and stall-less toilets or residential toilets with others in the room were only used in emergencies in my earlier years, that is until I stopped caring altogether whether others saw me. A few of these emergencies have even been outdoors when I couldn't find a restroom in time.
Bianca, the only thing I've ever clogged a toilet with is excrement and toilet paper. Sadly, it happens quite often. I keep a broken coat hangar handy near my home bathroom to break it all up before flushing, because low-flow residential commodes often cannot handle my volume. I have many horror stories regarding clogs. I've clogged plenty of commercial high-volume toilets as well. Few things are more awkward to me than notifying a cleaning lady who has been waiting outside the restroom for at least a few minutes for me to finish that I clogged the toilet, a scenario that has happened to me more than I have fingers.Tricky
Re: Teen guy needs to poop in my apartment
I enjoyed this story.
I've also heard others engaging in the act of defecation in a similar manner, including a former girlfriend, as well as multiple friends and coworkers. I do my best to ignore the noises, but it is sometimes difficult to do. I will be able to recount those stories at some point as well(a few of them "buddy dumps" with coworkers). Fans to drown out the noise are lovely in those situations, but sadly, not always available. Apartments and office trailers are not built with the needs of tenants in mind.
I know others have heard me plenty of times too. Many times I've found myself in a similar situation to that teen guy, where I'm in someone's apartment and need to drop a serious load. Unlike that teen guy in the referenced story, I have pooped at the homes of dates with them in the next room. As long as I have coverage from prying eyes, the embarrassment is minimal, provided it's a non-emergency situation and I'm not engaged in a noisy ablution, provided I don't cause a clog, and provided everyone can forget it ever happened once I'm done because they at least pretended to ignore it. In a non-emergency, I won't hesitate to use a single occupancy facility of any kind, provided it is clean. I'm not embarrassed at people knowing that I in fact do poop, so much as it is that I get embarrassed when someone actively points out when I'm pooping. Single-use facilities mostly mitigate this risk.
I've also been in situations where I had to ask for toilet paper because there was none there after I'd already pooped, and crack the door open to receive some or an item that serves the same function(the worst of those incidents happened on the back of a crowded bus after a particularly messy emergency BM in the onboard bathroom, the emergency resultant from my refusal to use a doorless stall in a crowded restroom at a previous stop).
Literally thousands of people have had to have heard me poop/pee by this point in time, mainly from all of the public restrooms I've used, as well as residences of people I know. But I'm certain at least 50 of them who have heard me in the act of defecation were girls/women, whether they were in the same apartment/home/office as me, unwanted intruders into the same room as I was shitting(one story I will recount from when I was a teenager involved a college aged girl who saw/heard me on the toilet because she forgot to grab her car keys, and there was no lock on the door to keep her out), or even female janitors waiting outside the Mens' room for me to finish(on a few rarer occasions they cleaned in the Mens' room while I was blasting away in a stall and got to see me exit).Taylor
Replies and pooping in a dress
Iris - I'm not sure if this will be much help but try to remember that everyone is in the bathroom to do the same thing, everyone pees, and I'm sure they all make noise too. I doubt they will pay the slightest bit of attention to your tinkles so try not to fret about it.
Music Man - I can stop my pee stream at will without any issue or discomfort. The only time I might struggle is if I'm absolutely bursting and I've just started, but give it a few seconds and I'll be able to stop just fine.
Hi Catherine, my friend Francesca used to always poop like you described. She's a really girly girl and is always in dresses but she would let them drape over the bowl. She always looked so elegant and you would have no idea she was sat on the toilet if it wasn't obviously in a bathroom. I've shared a couple of stories involving her on the site.
Your question inspired me to try it myself, I've probably done it a few times in my life but I don't recall it, so I decided to change that. This morning I put on a nice flowing dress that went to my knees and Jennifer did the same before we went to the bathroom together. I reached under my dress and pulled my underwear down to my calves before gathering the dress at the back and sitting down, then just letting it flow around me, covering my legs still and kinda falling to the sides at the back; I was nicely covered. It was only a few seconds before I felt my backdoor dome and I let out an airy fart as the head of my poop crowned. I felt really pretty sitting there like that while my poop slowly made its way out. It fell into the bowl with a quiet splash and I peed while I pushed out the remainder. I wiped, flushed and then it was Jennifer's turn.
Just like me she pulled down her underwear and sat with her dress spread around her, she looked so beautiful. A faint hissing signalled her first pee of the day, fading away after about 30 seconds and I saw her facial expression change slightly as she sighed. Moments later there was a quiet splash followed by two more in quick succession and she got some toilet paper to wipe. She reached behind a few times to clean her front and back and flushed while seated before standing up and redressing.
To answer your question, we do feel different while using the bathroom in a dress, we feel more elegant, or refined. I'm not sure how to put it, more prim and proper? It just feels nicer than sitting with our jeans pulled down for example.
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For Jry
Hi Jry--I have enjoyed your posts over the years. The story you briefly referenced about the half-stall like the ones Tricky described recently sounds like a really intense experience! I hope you'll post a more complete telling of that story sometime soon.
Bianca
More Memories
When I was a kid, my bed would often stink due to being peed into. The bed I most remember having accidents in had drawers on the bottom. I used to jummp on the bed to various styles of music as well (everything from R and B to Bluegrass), so my bed also developed holes in the mattress. Bluegrass favorites were mostly instrumental, and some of them are still nameless to this day. This was back when I still pooped myself a little. Nowadays my favorite instrumentalBluegrass song is Pike County Breakdown from the 30's. I don't have poop memory accidents to report related to that time in my life when I started enjoying that old song 3 years ago. When I was having mini accidents during my Bluegrass loving days as a child, I believe most of my favorites were released in the 60's. I was wearing protection against accidents when I had gotten that tape, too. So, when my jam was playing, I'd jump standing up facing the back bedroom window with a diaper on. I might have even jumped in a slightly poopy one, but not with full accidents. I even remember a time when I was laying in bed with a soiled diaper on while listening to the radio, and realized that I had woken up in the middle of the night to play in my poop. Once, I think I had peed the bed a little with a bit of poop on my clothing as well (before I wore diapers). I was wearing my Rugrat pajamas, and had messed my bottoms. This is the end of my story for today. Bye.
SquatSpotter
Reply to Iris
You could try keeping an empty cup in your purse to tinkle in while you are sitting on the toilet. Just hold it down there like you would when you pee in a cup at the doctor's office. The sound won't be nearly as loud since it won't have as far to fall or any water to splash into. Or get a female urinal which is basically a bottle with a funnel opening you can go in while standing in the stall and then empty it or the cup in the toilet and flush. Let us know what you try.Centalia
Peeing and pooping problems
I find the discussions on peeing and pooping problems to be of a great interest to me. As a woman in my mid-30s, it just seemed that using bathrooms away from home intrigued me at a young age. Two friends and I spent of a lot of the hot summer days on our bikes when we were 9 or 10. While we were supposed to use the bathrooms in one or another's house, we liked the adventure of riding over to the park, a nearby gas station, or a fast food place. My friend Sasha saw it as a way of keeping from being bored. Often when nobody was around we would all three take a single-toilet break at the park or the gas station where the bathroom was entered from the outside.
A couple of times our toilet trio held it long enough to do the same function. Taylor was at her best when she would clown around fastly spreading her legs and then closing them like the windshield wipers on a car. Then as her crap started coming out she would use some of the most hilarious facial expressions. Then when we expected to see a full bowl, we would see one piece the size of a golf ball. Sasha would dance around when I was seated and point her finger and boss me like her mother did with her taking too long and keeping others worried about having an accident. So I seated myself and within 10 seconds I was done and stood for applause. I had let go of about a quart of 100% diarrhea. This was a gas station single toilet bathroom and once I stood they all gasped at the smile. I faked pushing the flusher twice, but not hard enough. Sasha pushed over me and used her foot to get relief. Taylor pulled off a brown paper towel from the roll machine. She dared me to use it. I did. By folding it and some extra hard wiping I probably did about 80% of a good job cleaning myself. The last few wipes really hurt and Taylor noticed some blood on one end of it. I got into trouble with mom, however, because what remained after wiping was mixed by the sweat of my butt and my bicycle seat. She didn't like dirty underwear, although when correcting me she sometimes reminded dad that he could do a better job in that department, too.Xander
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To Shannon
By all means do what is feel is right. I didn't mean to imply what I was saying was the only solution. I hope your appointment with the GI specialist goes well!
To Catherine
I totally understand what you are saying. I wasn't necessarily saying go on purpose. An ex of mine could go when she wanted but she would often make herself desperate as kind of a game but was in a controlled environment. She would go about doing whatever she was doing at home or at my place then she would get to a point where she couldn't hold it and have an accident. She enjoyed doing that and it was never a problem in public. Like if she knew we were going out she either just go before or use a public restroom. She would put herself in a desperate situation once or twice a week. I thought it was strange at the time but it didn't hurt anyone.Anthony T
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Thanks so much to everyone who replied to my story about the accident I witnessed on the plane. I'll try to address some of the topics raised.
To Catcher J: I'm kind of in the same boat as you regarding my interest in bathroom subjects. It's a bit of a phobia for me in the sense that pooping myself in public or in front of someone I know seems like an absolute "worst case scenario." But perhaps for that very reason I also have a fascination with it, because it is so taboo and such an extraordinary event for an adult. Like you, I also feel a great sense of sympathy for those who find themselves in that situation, and think I would try to help in any way I could, whether it was offering extra clothing, wipes, or whatever. That wasn't an option this time, since the victim was of a different gender and not all that similar in size. As unhelpful as the cabin crew was leading up to the incident, they did do their best for her after the fact. They provided a change of clothes and cleaning supplies, and one of the female flight attendants actually helped her undress and clean up.
To Catherine: I agree that the cabin crew could hardly have been less helpful before the accident happened. Anybody could see that she was desperate. At the moment when she started to lose control and was banging on the lavatory door, she looked so panicked that I think if a bucket were available, she would have pulled down her pants and gone in that rather than mess her pants. They should at least have ushered her to the front of the line, if they weren't going to make an exception for her when the seatbelt sign was on, which honestly would have been easiest. For her to have this massive accident just a couple minutes before she could reach a toilet, after holding it for hours, just seemed cruel.
To Shannon: I think that not being able to get away and leave the scene was the worst part. In fact, the entire situation was the epitome of being trapped. I'd never seen someone so mortified, and after I got off the flight couldn't stop thinking about what she must have been feeling. Whatever plans she had for the day, I doubt she was able to do much of anything but curl up in a hotel room and cry.
Thursday, April 29, 2021
Tiana
Mum having a wee !! (& a poo again)
First let me say thanks to Abbie for liking my story about Louise and I having a poo together. I look forward to hearing another story about you and Lucy sometime :- )
To Tom W: Why would I want to measure my wee ?!? I'm guessing there is going to be an old post about this sometime that I haven't got to yet :- )
To Jry: Mum says you'll give me a big head saying I write well :- ) I do try and I'll be trying again now. Mum was writing a post when I got back from school, so I said to her to come with me while I had a wee and then write about it. I'm looking forward to seeing what she wrote !
But now, I just made her go to the toilet so I could write about her visit. Here goes :- )=
We went in her bathroom and she lifted up the toilet lid and then she turned to face me while she pulled down her knickers. Then she sat down on the toilet. She then made a joke about why I wasn't holding a notebook and pencil to record down what I was seeing and hearing (and then smelling!!) I said my memory will be just fine thanks !
As I perched myself on the edge of her bath to watch, she decided to do this funny thing with her dress. She didn't just gather it on her knees/legs like normal. She actually lifted it up so high and held it there with both her hands I could see right to the top of her ???? !! In fact, I could nearly see the bottom of her boobs even !! Then she started to do her wee while sitting on the toilet like that ! I asked her why she was doing such a silly thing with her dress and she replied that she was just reminiscing about when she was my age and that was how she used to go to the toilet. I said to her "you needn't think I'm going to start to do that". She just smiled at me and then her face went all serious looking. I said "What?" She said "Tiana, I think I have to poo now my lovely". I had enjoyed watching her wee and now I was going to get to see her poo as well !!
She let her dress fall down around her hips and legs. In fact it was like the dress was draped down either side of the toilet. "How's that?" she said. "Better Mum" I said :- )
And then she shushed me. "Can you hear it coming out?". I told her I could. It was very crackly today and then I heard the first piece flop into the toilet with a second one quite quickly after that. Then we locked eyes. Mum has these completely mesmerising eyes. They are the brightest blue and we just stared into each others eyes. I love my Mum so much when she does that. It reminds me when I have been upset and got in her bed with her. After she's finished cuddling me better, we lie facing each other and I look into her eyes and feel much happier. I fall asleep and more often than not, when I wake up in the morning, Mum is still facing me with her blue eyes. It's like she has stayed awake all night to guard me and to keep me safe.
Well today on the toilet we looked into each other's eyes and just as I began to feel that familiar warm, safe and happy feeling, her eyes started to go watery right about the same time as mine did. Sadly, we weren't having a touching Mother and Daughter moment, we had both just smelled Mum's last poo !! It also went flop into the toilet ! I tried to hide my nose inside my school cardigan while Mum coughed and spluttered a bit before saying "God that's awful, I'm really sorry about that Tiana !" All I could do was to start to laugh from behind my cardigan before saying "I'll let you off so long as you don't make me stay while you wipe!" Mum said "Deal !" And we hugged for a couple of seconds until I realised that standing there between Mum's legs was even worse as the smell came up from between them !! I pulled away and said "I'm going before I'm sick !!" :- )
Love from Tiana x x
PS, If I've forgotten to speak to anyone who has written something to me, I'm very sorry and will try to do better next time. x xThunder
Response to Iris
I was very pee shy and hit hit me suddenly when I was 14. It was difficult for me standing at a urinal with others around. A long time ago I was in hospital and had to use on of those bottles after surgery. It was so difficult to get a flow going and I was uncomfortable for a couple of hours till I could go . Now things are totally different. I have been in hospital a few times and have had no trouble asking for. And using the bottle and handing it back to a female nurse. In fact the last time I was as in hospital I did a poo in the toilet in front of the nurse..... no problem! What has changed is my psychological approach. First thing is everybody has bodily functions so what is so special about you ? The next and important thing is to learn to enjoy your bodily functions .... this really is a game changer! Hope this helps because if it does you will be so much better off
Kendal
To Jry and Others
Many apologies for my absence this past month or so ago. The re-reading of old posts affected me far more than I anticipated and I needed to take some time out to recover. Tiana has been a little gem, preferring to wait while I got stronger so she could continue to read the old posts with me. We are going to have another session this weekend all being well :- )
To Catherine: regarding wearing dresses and going to the toilet, I've always been a dress girl, only occasionally wearing leggings or trousers/jeans. I probably wear shorts more often in warmer times. Wearing dresses is just something I like to do, makes me feel feminine, and dates back as far as I can remember. My partner Eleanor has no interest in toilet bonding and the odd times we do visit the toilet in front of each other, it's basically just a bodily function where she's concerned, while for me, I have to admit it is rather more than that ! Eleanor is very aware of what I like and will from time to time decide to go to the toilet and make a point of taking me with her. The rarity makes it so much more special :- ) When reciprocating, I don't think Eleanor is bothered whether I'm wearing a dress, shorts, leggings or whether I'm just plain starkers ! I think the thrill is pretty much mine at her watching me. When I was young and especially during my times with my Cousin Andrew on the old posts, I would wear dresses a lot, but I did retain a phobia that my dress, particularly longer ones below my knees would somehow droop in the toilet behind me and that I might get it wet in the toilet water, or wee on it or worse still poo on it !! So I would sit on the toilet and hold my dress well up, showing off my stomach ! This continued into my 20's until a 3 year old Tiana started to make comments about why I did it, and then decided to demonstrate to me what to do instead when she sat on the toilet. I can see and hear her now as she bunched her dress up on top of her legs and then used both hands to support herself on the seat. "See Mummy, its not in the toilet and I can't poo on it!" So from that point on, I've followed the lead of my dear daughter :- ) I think I've always known that it wasn't necessary to hold my dress up so high, but in the day when Andrew and I toilet bonded, that's the way I did it and I was encouraged to carry on that way because I knew how much he liked to see me sitting on the toilet like that saying how feminine it made me look. And none of my friends saw fit to pass comment on me doing it that way. But it is a phobia I'm now completely over :- ) Spreading my dress around the toilet bowl is not something I've considered doing. At home, fine, given I know how clean the bowl will be, but it's not something I would do in a public toilet ! Catherine, next time Eleanor and I go together, I shall spread my dress like you describe and see what comments I get from her and report back ! Take care x x
To Anonymous Poster, Thank you for your beautiful and heartfelt words about Andrew. I remember RJogger and Melissa's passing as well. I'm sure Andrew would be very proud of his son Steven and as for Tiana (who is Andrew's first cousin, once removed!), she is learning from the old posts about Andrew and his character. He would have absolutely doted on Tiana and I'm sorry she lacks his influence and love. Andrew's son Steven and Tiana are quite close (They are second cousins), but it's not like Andrew and I were and certainly no toilet bonding!
To Tom W: When Tiana and I reach the post to which you refer, I expect she will send you a personal response. So please be patient with her :- )
To Cammy: I'm so sorry I don't remember you, but I'm glad to be involved as a reason for your return :- ) Did you use a different name in the old posts ?
To Jry: What can I say, the man who likes to ask questions that deserve a detailed response ! And a man who clearly cares about what has happened to me and is now extending that care to my dear daughter. It is such an honour to be told that Andrew and I inspired you to begin writing here. Your first reply to me was kind of enquiring how old I am ? Well, I'm not my Granny who would have said "I'm as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth"! I was 31 in January :- ) To avoid this post getting too long, I'll just answer the first of your questions about Andrew pooing. I think at the time in question on his 18th birthday, the concentration came out of him wanting to put on a good show for me. Andrew had struggled to give much attention towards toilet sessions having been so affected by Ellen's passing. For him, when I was witness, it had become just a mere bodily function. He didn't care if I was enjoying it or not. And when I took him to the toilet with me, although he paid attention initially, it became very obvious that his eyes had glazed over soon after I settled on the seat and no matter how I presented myself (taking care over what I was wearing and my appearance) or how my wee or poo sounded, or if I reached for his hand to try and bring his attention back, it seemed all in vain. On his 18th birthday, I had the old Andrew back, paying full attention! The concentration told me he wanted me there. He wanted me to enjoy the experience again (although why I would ever enjoy the terrible smelly poos he always did, goodness knows!) But it was all about the bonding, the looking into each others eyes, to feel special and to want to make the other feel special. For me, his plops and the wee were almost secondary. And you're right Jry, the vast majority of the time his poos would just come out without a lot of effort. It was mainly just the first one. If I was holding him round his ???? to feel the pushing, I could feel the muscles working to start with, but once I felt them relax, it was time to move back a bit and grab whatever I was wearing on top to cover my nose !! I'll move on to question 2 next time :- ) x x
Tiana has just returned from school and found me posting this, so she is insisting that I come with her for a wee and that I should then describe it here !
Ok, so I had to go in her room with her ! She threw her school bag down on her bedroom floor and her coat (so in a hurry then! I avoided the Mum words of "Don't just throw your things down on the floor") Her feet clad inside her grey school tights padded on the tile floor as she made her way to the toilet. Lid up (with a clatter !) and then she lifted her school skirt right up to be able to reach for the top of her tights pulled high up her ????. The tails of her school blouse were showing neatly tucked into the waistline of her grey skirt, over her tights, and were getting in the way of her attempts to grasp the top of her tights, so while still holding up her skirt with one hand, she used the other to pull her blouse up through the waist band of her skirt. Now free of that incumbrance, her thumbs inserted into the top of her tights and she eased them down to around her knees before fumbling for the much lower waist band of her panties and then pulling these down not so far, perhaps two thirds down her legs, with three or four inches of skin showing between them and her tights. She then sat back quite heavily on the seat and let out a long and happy sigh as she bunched her skirt up on top of her legs such that the hem didn't quite cover her yellow panties and then she reached back with the fingers of both hands curling around the toilet seat either side of her little bottom and her wagging legs settled down to complete stillness while her toes curled upwards and downwards contentedly two or three inches above the floor tiles :- ) She beamed at me waiting for her wee to start which surprisingly took several seconds and while waiting she shook her head so her beautiful wavy red copper hair fell neatly around her neck resting on her shoulders. It was then that those warm brown eyes fixed with mine and she breathed in and held it, concentrating on getting her wee to start, and when it did, she let her breath out through her nose before continuing to breath normally as her wee cascaded beneath her making a tune to rival any of the great composers as it tinkled into the water below. That's my daughter ! If she shares one thing in common with Andrew, it is how steadfastly she keeps her attention on the matter in hand and how her eyes can entrance you, even if they aren't his sapphire blue ! But I'm glad they're not. The brown sets off so beautifully with the red hair and isn't so contrasting as it would be if she shared mine and Andrew's eyes. What I'm saying is that her hair and eyes match together in the most magical way :- )
Take care everyone, Love from Kendal x xShannon
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Eleonora from Italy: hi Eleonora, thank you for your response! I definitely think that having weaker muscles might have something to do with it. That's often what the feeling is like when I lose control, like I am just not strong enough to hold it back. I would like to hear some of your stories!
Xander: I certainly wouldn't call my issue newfound. Its been happening for around 20 years, though I will say that in the last 3-4 years or so its been getting progressively worse. As far as saying diapers may help me stop having accidents, I was more making a comment on how ironic that would be if it were the case. I'm not too sure buying expensive underwear is the way to go lol. If being in a place like my job, in front of my coworkers and a customer isn't enough of an "incentive" to keep from pooping myself, I don't think pricey panties will be the difference maker. As for your other suggestions, definitely! Working on diet and routine is a big part of what I've been trying to work on in life and trying to improve my self discipline. When I'm going good I've been successful, like last year I had a few good stretches and this year I was doing well for a little bit in March when I was actually putting in the discipline. I definitely notice the accidents ramp back up when I get lazy with it. Thanks for your reply!
Week one of exclusively wearing my silhouettes is in the books. I am pleased to report that I have not wet the bed or pooped my pants all week. Ya know, since I was prepared lol (see what I mean Xander?) Anyway, I think they will be just fine. It definitely takes some getting used to the feeling of extra padding, but its not much. I'm pleased with how they look under leggings- which was a big reason I was always hesitant to wear diapers, I was concerned with how obvious a diaper would be under them because I wear leggings like 75% of the time lol. But these seem just fine as long as I wear a top long enough to cover my butt, as they do have a slightly more prominent panty line than my underwear. Alexis assured me that she can't tell at all and she is proud of me for having the courage to use them. But it remains to be seen whether or not they're worth it.
Am I weird for actually feeling kind of disappointed that I haven't pooped my diaper yet? Lol. I'm actually very interested to see how well they hold up to a poop accident. I'm sure it will happen soon enough and I'll let you all know how it goes. BTW my appointment with a gi specialist is finally coming up in early May so I might get some more idea of what's contributing to my incontinence problem and how to deal with it so at the very least ill have that to report on soon.
Xoxo
Shannon
Pooperlady
Replying to Jry
It does happen with me sometimes, that I'll sit on the toilet and know I have to poop a lot, but it doesn't all come at once. If I have the time, I'll just sit there, often bringing my phone so I'll have something to do, while sometimes pushing gently. I find it satisfying to just sit there, and wait for the next urge to come, and be able to pee or poop when I need to. Just let it out as naturally as I can. It's very relieving.
Bianca
Forced Fart
This morning I was feeling a bit under the weather, and dry heaving while on the toilet. I forced out a loud medium pitched fart, an pushed a bit of near-liquid poop out. To Karen, when you made that joke about needing to check your pants, I was lucky that I actually didn't have to do this. That's wonderful you use farts to cheer up your kids. I did more really soft poop later today after unboxing my new cornhole beanbags. I love juicy farts too, as long as they're not literally juicy as in the case of a shart. To Kamdyn: I hope you got to poop completely after that sudden fire drill. I know about the being startled by fire alarms, because that has happened. It hasn't happened on a toilet though. When being lucky enough to have had a warning of an upcoming fire drill, I'd just pop in the earplugs, and be good to go. Happy pooping to all. Bye.
Eleonora from Italy
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To Kamdyn: I know what you mean, I am also a sincere person, so when my mum asked what I had to do I also replied "I have to poop", and there would start the lecture about how I should go only at home, how public toilets are dirty, how I should be able to control myself… only at 12 I understood that I have to always say "I have to pee" and it would be all right. But I didn't understand (even today) why pooping makes a so big difference and pee is allowed.
I was the same also at school, for my mum it was unthinkable that I can poop there, but the truth was I was doing it 2-3 times a week.
Anyway is really go to be an adult now and not being frustrated by asking permission and lying on basic bodily functions, now I can poop where I want.
To Shannon: I also have some incontinence problem, but I don't want to wear diapers. I mean I'm only 25, not an old lady… I'm curious to know what the specialist will tell you, maybe it's the same problem as mine. I have weak anus muscles, and so sometimes when the poop knock at the back end I can't stop it from going out.
I find out it only a couple of years ago, until then my mum and friends didn't understand how I could have those accidents like I was a baby. Almost all people have at least one diarrhea accident in their adult life, so they can empathize with it, but my poop is almost always quite hard. At some point my mum even thought that I was doing it on purpose because I wanted attention.
Catherine
To Xander and Shannon
Xander,
I really appreciate your kind words about our fascination with solid accidents. For me, though, I really do not want this to become a habit. The times that I actually had an accident, I resisted the urge so long that defecating in my panties was a reflex in which my body overtook my ability to control. Doing it "on purpose" does not have that same effect, if that makes sense. Too, I just do not want it to become a habit. I appreciate your affirmation though.
Also, with regards to Shannon, I think she is taking charge. Obviously, your advice is good advice, but I think she feels that this is the best step for her right now.
Shannon, I continue to send prayers and positive energy your way! All the best to you!
Love,
Catherine!Michael
Undies and sneezing
This happened to me the other day. I had a sneezing fit probs hay fever and when I was sneezing I farted and let out a spurt of piss, not loads but enough to show on my jeans - has this ever happened to anyone else? I did need a piss at the time so that might be why.
When I hold my poop sometimes it starts to come out like on it own and then I have to go to the toilet kinda quickly, if I am sat down it stops at my undies but when I get up I have to really hold it and when I do that a bit pinches off in my undies but then the pressure stops a bit and I can hold it for like another hour. Seems weird but sometimes that doesn't happen and then I know I gotta go. Anyone else do this?
When I start to need a piss but I don't wanna go I have worked out that if you let a little out at a time it don't show and you can put off going for ages but it don't work if you really need to go as too much comes out so it shows and the need to piss gets bigger. Anyone else do this?
Anyone else got soaked in the rain so just wet there pants as it didn't really matter?
I have done it but I think others must do it as well but idk.Jack
To Catherine
Catherine,
Thanks for your reply! I've read a number of your past stories and enjoyed them. Congrats on being capable of such big loads! I'd lie if I said I wasn't at least a tiny bit jealous. Unlike how you describe yourself, Kelsey isn't particularly curvy. She did play basketball and I think tried a few other sports in high school, so she is athletic, but she was not tall either, maybe 5 foot 5 at best. This is what made it all the more perplexing about how she deposited such a monster in our toilet. You also mentioned being irregular or eating a lot. I don't have any way of knowing her regularity but have been with her while she eats and she doesn't eat any crazy amount, certainly nothing that should equate to the size of the shit she took.
I love the story you shared about Jason. As I said, I did have a huge crush on her but she was definitely too old and was practically family so there was no way I'd ever say anything to her about it.
I would love to know if this event was anywhere near as memorable for her as it was for me. If only she knew what a door it managed to open for me. Was she too amazed by that dump, or was it business (haha) as usual for her? As I said in the last post, my plunger detective works leads me to believe it was most likely the latter.Iris
Pee shyness help
Hi, I am Iris and I'm 16/female. I suffer from horrendous pee shyness. If there is already someone peeing when I enter the bathroom I will wait at the sink until they leave, and if someone walks in while I'm peeing I will stop and hold it until I am alone again. If the place is busy all bets are off and I have to find somewhere else. I literally cannot pee if anyone is around and will hear me.
Any help? It's making me miserable.
Thank you
Jry
Replies + Story: Teen guy needs to poop in my apartment
To Pooperlady: Thank you for replying to me. In my case, I think it is quite unusual that something like that happens. I usually do not have to wait significantly between waves of poop unless I am constipated. Also, I do not really enjoy spending that much time in the bathroom. Sometimes I do spend quite a bit of time, but because I am not done pooping yet. But I would not want to spend that much time in there while I could be doing something else. This means that, when I spend more time waiting for the next wave of poop to come, I get a bit stressed! I know, that's not the right mood to be in, but at least during the week (when I have lots of work to do), I would prefer to be doing my work and not waiting on the toilet.
To Tricky: Thank you for replying to me as well. So, I read your story about pooping just after the interview, and I could imagine myself being in your position, and it was horrifying! I don't think I have been in that position ever with a solid poop though. Most often, it is quite soft, mushy or even diarrhea when I would get so desperate that I would not mind that much getting to a toilet even if it is within the hearing space of others. As for using the half-stalls, it seems surprising to me that you only experienced that mild degree of awkwardness. I remember one instance in which I used a half-stall in my mid-teen years, and it was the worst. A couple of pre-teens were in front of me and could see my pushing face while I pooped. They were laughing at every pushing face + plop combination. I could elaborate on this story on another occasion. I guess, as you mention, that what is most uncomfortable for you is someone else seeing your butt or your private parts while you are on the toilet. While I understand that, I get more uncomfortable with the idea of someone seeing my face, listening to my pushing or relief noises, or hearing the plops.
Something unusual happened the other day that I think was worth sharing. I was in my apartment working on a project when I heard a knock on the door. This was unusual, since most of the time no one visits me or delivers me anything. My apartment is located on the second floor of this apartment complex, and it is a studio apartment. I went to open the door and found Paul, the teenage son in a family of four that lives 3 apartments down the corridor. Paul is about 16-17 years old, I guess (incidentally, that was my age when I first started posting on this site!), about 1.80 meters tall, lean but fit, has tan skin, maple eyes and dark brown hair. I know Paul because I have seen him around in the complex, sometimes with his friends, sometimes with his family, and sometimes with his girlfriend. He is a friendly guy, and has helped me on numerous occasions by carrying heavy bags to my apartment.
I was surprised to see him since I don't otherwise interact with him or with his family much. Upon opening the door, I saw that he had a look in his face of mild desperation. "Jry (he addressed me by my real name, but I will write Jry instead), may I use your bathroom?", he asked with tension in his voice. This was a rather unusual request, since his family's apartment was within 1 minute's walk from mine. "Sure", I said, but then I inquired, "Is something wrong with the bathroom at your home?". He hesitated for a bit, and then he told me the reason: His family had some guests over, and one of those was a pretty girl he really liked. Because the only bathroom that was available to him in his family's apartment was just beside the living room, he had been very embarrassed to use it with his crush present. He said he had intended to go at a nearby supermarket, but with the pandemic's restrictions still in place, he was unsure whether the restrooms would be open.
Now, I have experienced several instances of being near others who I would not like hearing me while I am on the toilet, so I could empathize with him. Looking at him, he seemed like he was fighting to keep a huge amount of poop inside of him, and judging by the tension in his face and the fidgety movements he was trying to hide, he was losing that battle. I agreed to let him use my bathroom, although I would probably have agreed even if he had not explained to me his situation. The apartment layout is such that when you enter, you have a closet on your right, then there is the kitchenette and a small table with chairs that works as a kitchen. To the left, there is a long wall that has my desk where I work, then there is the door to the bathroom (quite small, to be honest) and then there is my bed. Hence, if someone were to use my bathroom, I would definitely hear everything going on in there.
He came in, and I directed him to my bathroom. He thanked me and closed the door behind him, while I sat again back at my desk. I heard him lower his clothes and sit on the toilet. Then silence for a second, and he stood up and pulled his white and blue Bermuda shorts back up. He opened the bathroom door and asked me with a shy smile on his face, "Erm… Jry, do you have another roll of toilet paper?". Now, I did have some toilet paper left in the roll, but that probably was insufficient for him. "Sure, let me get it for you". I went to my closet, grabbed a roll, and gave it to him. "Thanks", he said to me while smiling shyly again, and once again closed the door.
I sat at my desk and heard the same noises: shorts and underwear down, and him sitting down on the toilet. After a few seconds of silence, I head an airy fart hiss out of him. This was followed by a stream of pee, splattering in the front of the toilet bowl. Then, I heard him inhale deeply, and silence followed. After about 10 to 15 seconds, I heard Paul blow his breath out in a huge burst, which he followed by drawing in another deep breath. After a few seconds in silence, I heard a small plop, followed by a very heavy and deep KERLOOMP noise, as what I imagine was a huge turd dropped into the water below. "Hmph!", he sighed. A few seconds later, I heard him inhale again and very quickly two other turds plopped into the water. "Ugh", I heard from Paul, probably from the relief after a somewhat tough beginning of his poop process.
The rest of his poop seemed to be easier for him. I heard him take out his smartphone from his shorts. He spent a couple of minutes browsing in it when I heard him inhale again and one, then two, and finally three turds dropped. For the next 8-10 minutes, Paul would be sitting on the toilet, with about 1 turd every 30 seconds or so dropping into the water with a quite audible plop sound. I honestly lost count of how many turds he was dropping, although I figured he would be filling the toilet quite nicely. Sometimes, after a turd of his would drop, he would sigh in relief. At other times, he would stay quiet.
Just before finally finishing, he grunted a little, as if pushing just to make sure everything was out, and a "blip" sound was heard. I then heard him shuffle in his seat. Probably looking at all the poop he had produced, he decided to flush before wiping, just to make sure everything went down. I know that my toilet can handle poop mountains most of the time, fortunately. He then started wiping, and he wiped for quite a while, probably for about half of the time he had spent pooping. I heard him take some toilet paper, fold it, wipe, fold again, wipe, and drop it in the toilet. It was then that I understood why he had asked for another toilet roll. He would definitely have finished the remaining toilet paper in the roll and he would have still had a messy butt. He repeated this process until he was finally clean.
After he washed his hands and came out, his face was much more smiley looking than when he went in. "Feeling better?", I asked. "Yeah, Jry, thank you so much. I really needed that. I could not have done that with (name of girl) in my living room!". I said it was no problem, and that if he ever found himself on such an occasion again, he was welcome to come knock on my door and I would let him use my bathroom again. This is the least I could do, since he is such a nice guy and has helped me on other occasions.
Bianca
Good Day
Hi folks on The Toilet. Today was a wonderful poop day for me, because I stunk it up in the bathroom after I opened my box containing my elevator call stations. They're pretty good for being replicas, and I think my butt agreed, lol! My poop was sort of soft, and crackly. Other than that, I just peed for most of the day. I'm on a current debate regarding moving to a group home for the blind, and I have mixed emotions. I love sharing a bathroom, but I just don't feel ready to move again yet. Werever I am in the future of this year, my toilet stories will keep on coming. To Tricky: if I had to use a doorless stall, it wouldn't bother me. I don't know about you, but I've used a toilet as a garbage disposal. Once not too long ago, the toilet at the day centre I currently attend got clogged by a strange plastic animal toy from a happy meal. I acted all innocent, and got away with it for 2 days during the time it was clogged, and even after the toilet was plunged. I've flushed stuff I was bored with before, but never clogged the toilet since high school. Today for instance, I flushed mechanical push buttons down the loo. I get a joy out of anything that I think is flushable going down the drain. I enjoyed flushing as a child, too. Bye.