Mina, Hisae, Kazuko, Maho
huge bakery part 4 (last part)
OK, this is last part. Mina is terrible chatter box, but if you go sleep half way through story, you can always read second part after you wake up.
So sweet Kazu is on loo, Hisae beside of her, Maho and Mina on zabuton at entrance to loo. We still looking to each other warm eyes but we stopped to cry. Now eyes are dry. But Kazu said, she will certainly start to cry again before she finish to pinch mega bakery. I don't surprise. Perhaps I will also start loud crying uncontrollable.
Kazu did wee first. We all four did wee first this time. Maybe it is best we do wee first, then we can concentrate to pinch bakery. Then she did noisy o-nara, twice, that is farts. And then small o-nara.
Kazu said to Mina and Maho, "don't look at me so warm eyes. You will make me cry."
I said her, "I can't help. With Kazu-chan, 24 hours a day my whole body include eyes is wa~" -- Maho pinched my bottom strongly. Her message is, Minappé don't finish this sentence. So I am o-damari, it is mean shut up.
Kazu moved her right knee a bit, same like Maho did, so we (Maho and Mina) can see loaf when it comes out from Kazu's beautiful bottom. Her face become to be tense a bit even she is smiling to us, we look carefully, brown loaf started appear. Quite fat one. Not so fast. Kazu was fidget for last part of Maho's long motion, so we though she do very quickly, but she has strong will!! Loaf became longer and longer, then broke, Plop in loo, and still coming out, finally it was 4 times plop and then finish 1st one. It was baguette! But Kazu's face tell us, second one is getting ready to go out from her beautiful bottom.
Second one start to appear and it is also baguette, got to very long and broke and plop, plop, plop.
Kazu stood up, Mina and Maho looked in loo, beautiful it is!! Then Hisae flushed. Kazu sat down and said Aah aah aah because Hisae start massage.
Loaf appeared, this time it was only one and not so long, plop into loo, next one appear at once, Kazu is constant pinch, plop, pinch, plop, pinch, plop, total is six. I put hand on Kazu's left knee and immediately there is tear on my hand. Kazu is start to cry. She squeeze my hand hard.
But her beautiful bottom is quiet now. For five minutes it doesn't move.
"Kazu-chan you finish?"
"No"
She is little bit tears, but not so much.
Suddenly she gives huge o-nara. Wow! Then two little o-naras, then large loaf appear, come down faster than before ones and Plop into loo and strong smell. We breathe deep breath and Kazu said, "Mô!" and give me little smack on hand which is on her knee. So Maho put her hand on Kazu's other knee, then Kazu smacked, and said "mô" again but smaller voice because her beautiful bottom start to strain, we can see tension.
Suddenly tension become stronger very much, beautiful bottom domed out and huge super-soft loaf come out, burururururururururu! Ten seconds later, again bururururururururu! "Aaaah" Kazu said, and squeeze hands of Mina and Maho, then turn to Hisae and make noise of love (we think). Kazu stood up because she sensed we wanted to see. It was not loaf in loo. It was icing covered all loaves. Our bakery makes best eclairs, cover with brown icing. Beige loo says, it is delicious very much. Hisae said, "Stand" Kazu stood and loo ate all buns and icing.
Kazu sat down again. "Nearly finish." She stopped to weep when she gave huge bururururururu. So her eyes dry now. But I am weeping just little, and Maho caress my bottom to cheer me up.
Kazu gave little pieces of icing for loaf, but no more loaf. Then she moved her bottom to cover loo completely, that is mean "finish" and Hisae pressed washlet button. Then Hisae dried her, then Maho, then Mina last. Off course many whimper noise, and I think all four weeping little bit (crushes confirmed that later).
Hisae gave last flush and beige loo ate all. Then we washed hands well with warm water because loaves are beautiful but they have bacteria so we want to be careful. Then we hugged long time, and then I made tea for everyone and we drank. And said love words and kind things each other.
How beautiful time we had. I hope you like our four-part story.
Emma Two: I want to say "mô" to Sarah. Why she said she can't believe! You seemed that you did so healthy motion! Very big motion is very healthy! Sarah have to say, "Wow Emma your motion is wonderful! I am happy for you!" But you can say same thing because Sarah also did healthy motion. And Sarah is very kind girl to go to shop and get loo paper for you while you relax on loo with plop noise and burururururu noise and feel comfy. Of course she have to go to shop because she use all paper. I remember you wrote, she did huge motion in woods while you walking. She is very honest girl.
If you have to flush twice to "make sure", perhaps it is better you flush in middle of your motion and then do more? End result of water is same and you can finish motion relax style without worry about clog.
We hope you and Sarah have happy life together and when it is need, you do huge healthy motions take long time, with no worry. Smell is normal, you have to make, it is will of the God.
I stop now. Kazu made delicious tea, I want to drink, and kiss her and other crushes a lots and lots. And I think Chae is impatient to pinch my bottom.
Love to Everyone.
Maho Hisae Kazuko MinaRobyn and Victoria
To Elvia, about potty training
Hello, it's nice to meet you!
Neither of us has any kids but what you're doing with your son is exactly how we were both potty trained! In both cases our parents would take us into the bathroom with them but that's where the differences start. I'll turn it over to Robyn now.
Hi, I'm Robyn! Victoria's absolutely right, it was her mom that potty trained her but in my case it was the parent of the opposite sex. My mom's a doctor and for the first eight years of my life I was raised by a stay-at-home dad because she was so busy at work, sometimes on call for sixty hours in one week! It led to them getting divorced but it was on good terms, they see each other regularly and she gets along great with my stepmom and two younger sisters from dad's second marriage.
Anyway, I was potty-trained by him and that meant some odd looks on occasion when he would take me into the men's room. We'd always go into a stall and even if he only had to pee he'd do it sitting down in order to make sure I got the impression that it was what I was supposed to do when I used the toilet. In order to make sure that I remembered to wipe every time he would as well, teaching me to unroll a little extra paper and hold onto that to flush. Overall it worked out pretty well a few peeing accidents aside I was out of pull-ups and into normal panties pretty quickly. Victoria on the other hand, well I'll let her talk.
It's Victoria again. Potty-training me was my mom's responsibility and I was a bit more of a handful than Robyn, back then and today. I never had any problems with peeing but for a long time I'd have to put on a pull-up for number two. My mom eventually hit on having me wear one when I needed to poop and then have me sit on either my potty or a full-size toilet with a seat adapter when it was time for me to go.
Eventually I'd just drop the pull-up when it was time to go number two and that was important because my mom had a HUGE hang-up about using public bathrooms that she never really explained. I was expected to poop at home, end of story. Public toilets always had to be foot-flushed and I did struggle with accidents early in my school years. There were probably four or five of those, and I'm sure that being self-conscious or ashamed of my body's needs contributed somewhat. To this day I'm closer to my dad than my mom. Empathy and compassion are better than rigidity and inflexibility!
We hope your son's potty training continues to go well!
Love,
Victoria and Robyn
Tuesday, June 15, 2021
Stan
Nothing beats having a good shit with someone in the next cubicle, listening to each others grunts, plops and sighs
Thenlistening to toilet papers circling the bum hole for a wipe
Emma two
Answers to your questions
To kmd:
Hi kmd:
In answer to your questions, I felt the need for poo when I first got to work but I didn't want it to appear like I was late for work so I thought I'd wait for a few minutes. Ten minutes later the phone rang and that few minutes ended up being an hour. I did have to pass wind while I was on the phone but I didn't want to risk it because it would probably be more than just wind. I also found it difficult to focus on the call whilst trying my best to not to have an accident in my knickers. I started to go as soon as I got seated and when I realised Lisa was sitting in the next cubicle I felt embarrassed but there was nothing I could do to stop it and to be honest it was such a relief I didn't care any more. I did have to go once more in the afternoon but I was able to get to the toilet straight away so that wasn't a problem. When I got home I went to the toilet again but it wasn't too bad and I felt fine so I guess whatever it was that upset my stomach was out of my system.
David P
Some replies and questions
Jasmin K: Great to hear an update from you again, it has been a while. Sounds like you are still struggling with constipation after all this time. Although it is so nice that your boyfriend is now the person who caught you in the Hotel. Funny how these strange events can lead to love. In answer to your question, how I got the red pipe/prolapse to stop coming out. I am not sure is my answer, I have mentioned about the trip to doctors with chronic constipation, they gave medicine which I was on for a while and after some time then going more regularly (before I would sometimes go over a week without a poo), I was going every day or every other day and it was much softer so after a while the prolapse just stopped happening. I think if you find a way to stop straining it will eventually stop, all it is is that you have developed a weakness so you are pushing out your rectum instead of poo. I wonder how common the prolapse issue is, people on here like Abbie that suffer with constipation, did you ever have a prolapsed rectum when straining?
Jennifer: Yes I am embarrassed to poo in public be that at work or actually anywhere that is even a little public. I am never working at the same place more than a few days as I travel, so suppose if I ever needed to poo I would never see them again ha. I do not ever try to poo I just usually hold on until I get home. I've only ever done it very rarely as I hate is so much. I so wish I was more 'brave'. Partly my reason for being on here is to try and get encouragement to poo in public. Maybe one day.
Iris: That is good that your school have given you a note for your medical condition that you can go Wee in the middle of class. You say you want to try pooing in school. I know how hard that must be. But how about you present your card in the middle of a class when the loos will be quite and do a poo without anyone around?
Jas: Wow blue poo, I have never had any other colour than brown. Must have been a sight. Did you see the poo log being blue or just the water?
Mark
Changes
So i've been trying to find a new place to live, and in the meantime i'm staying alone in a place. The stress has been interfering with my body a bit, and that includes.. toilet stuff. Some days i've gone #2 three or four times. Luckily, i have total privacy now which is a blessing; i always, before, used to try and wait until the others left the house, or else i'd run the shower while I went and stuff. The downside of this new instability though means i've had to go at awkward times the last few weeks. A few dats ago, I had to use a public toilet for the first time in forever, which I HATE. I was in the supermarket when the urge suddenly dropped and my stomach twisted. I knew I needed a poo but I dreaded doing it away from home, but home was too far for me to hold it, so I reluctantly made my way there.
I hurried in there and there was a guy peeing and one of the 2 cubicles was locked. I went into the other one and locked it. There were some improvements. I used to use these toilets as a teen unwilling to use the school ones, so i'd rush to them on my way home as a slightly more anonymous place to go. Back then, they had flimsy locks and the doors only stretched about down to just above your ankles. That door got pushed open on me too many times. Now, I saw that it had a more secure lock, and a door big enough that you can't see each others' feet, which was nice. But there were other changes too.
The toilet no longer has a seat, but instead is just some kind of "basin" that you sit on. Feels all weird. I couldn't be picky though, so I started wiping it and putting toilet paper over it. The next cubicle flushed and left without washing his hands, which was gross. I heard the door shut and the room sounded empty; I couldn't look under to see if the guy peeing had also left, so I just hoped the toilets were empty as I lowered myself onto the basin. Listening, I couldn't hear even a sound, so I figured the coast was clear. I pushed, and with a fart a bunch of semi solid waste started plopping into the toilet. I sighed then immediately got off the toilet and flushed before the smell could spread, before sitting back down and wiping. When I was done wiping nobody had cone in yet thankfully, so I quickly flushed again and went to wash my hands.Emma two
Dirty knickers behind the shops
I was walking home from my local shops this morning and as I was passing the alley behind the shops I noticed a lot flies buzzing around near some bushes and when I looked closer there was a pair of knickers that were full of diarrhoea. I'm guessing the girl must have been bursting by the size of her accident and I reckon it would've been running down her legs when it happened. I've been there myself a few times so I know how she felt. I just hope for her that no one saw her because she would have been so embarrassed.
Emily
Couch
When I was younger I peed in the couch. I did it with my older sister. It was actually her idea but of course I liked it too and I went right along with her. At first we tried to be neat about it. We didn't really want to make too much of a mess so we didn't just sit on the couch and pee. Instead we left the middle cushion where it was and we moved the other two cushions over which formed two gaps in between the three cushions. That was where we were going to pee. We got on our knees facing the back of the couch and got ready. We were both hovered over the gaps between the cushions. I'm pretty sure she started peeing before I did because when I started going I looked over at her and she was already going too. I remember it was a little more splashy than we thought it would be. I also remember noticing that her pee was getting onto the back of the couch a little bit. But then when I told her she just said "it's ok" and kept peeing. That's when I decided to let mine get on the back of the couch too. We both peed like that until we were done peeing. When we were done most of it did go into the couch under the cushions and out of sight. But there was still a little bit on the back of the couch and also on the sides of the cushions a little bit.Audrey
To the person who asked, the most public toilet I have used is probably a thunderbox with no screen or anything, just in the open for all to see!
Pebbles:great story, especially the part where you poo in the trashcan on the balcony, I love that sort of thing!
Sherryl: I loved hearing your stories, although I'd prefer to keep politics out of this. Its always great to hear that you got a friend on board, I hope she joins you for more exploits! Did you two piss much? I haven't had much experience with bidets, but it sounds fun to play with! Have you considered douching or doing an enema with it? It would be fun to fill up with it and let it all out at the same time! Im excited to hear more naughty pissing and shitting, I'm also excited to do more myself!
Mina: loved your story again, have you and the crushes ever considered all squatting in a circle and pooing and peeing at the same time, perhaps on the floor (with toilet paper or something to protect the floor, if you wish!) Or in containers, one or two of you could squat on top of the toilet, one could use the trashcan, one could use the bath, and one could use the sink. You might need to clean up quickly it would be so much funnnn!!!!! :D
1. Have you ever been in a car on a road trip or just a basic car trip while bursting to pee but couldn't ?
Yes, pretty much every car trip, waiting between rest stops.
2. On car/road trips, did you're your parents ever let you use public pottyrooms and if they did was it always or just under certain circumstances ? Have you ever been desperate to pee-pee in school and where denied by your teacher ? If so why ?
Yes, my parents would allow me to use public bathrooms to avoid accident. My teacher did deny me after kids kept pooing on the floors and walls of the bathroom, in addition to the sink and lockers, we got banned from using the bathrooms. I did have one massive pee accident. After that I decided to obey, although when staying after school one day, I was fairly desperate and drop a couple of poos in my cubby and left a decent puddle of pee. My whole class got a talking to for that.
3. Did your parents ever make you hold in your pee as punishment and/or because they thought holding sessions would teach you to be tough ?
Yes they did, only if I was nagging them about it. Actually I grew to like the challenge although I did sometimes pee myself.
4. Have you ever been embarrassed to ask to use the potty in class ? If so why ?
Yes, but only a little because of the general social stigma. I'm pretty enough now that no one cares.
5. Have you ever been watched by a classmate and/or neighborhood kid of the opposite sex while peeing ? If so where you embarrassed by it ? If you where embarrassed why ? If you where embarrassed by it did they comfort you ?
Yes, my friend jack and I did this a lot, sometimes with some other kids, some of them were sometimes embarrassed, but Jack and I always were open and supported them!
6. In what position/moment did you usually use to pinch it back ? I.e crossing you legs, grabbing it, clenching your little toes, tapping you little feet, full on potty dance and any other way I might not have thought of etc.
Crossed legs and potty dance.
7. Have you ever been bladder tortured by a sibling ? I.e. them making you hold it and/or showing you something that has to do with water, pee-peeing, potties/toilets bathrooms, pressing/poking on you bladder, teasing a poke/push on your badder etc. If so, what was the outcome of the situation and what was that siblings response to whatever the out come was ? I.e. where they laughing at you, making fun of you etc.
Yes, my older sister did this once or twice. I held it for a while, then peed all over her shoes.
8. What terms did you use to refer to pee-pee ?
Pee, pee-pee.
9. What terms did you use to refer to your privets ? I.e. Pee-pee, kitty cat, penis, gina (as in the term that some little girls use when they are trying to say vagina), Peter, pecker etc.
Vagina, privates, pee hole.
10. What terms did you use to refer to your little butt ?
Booty, butt, poo hole, poophole, bottom.
11. What terms did you use to refer to the potty/toilet ? Potty, toilet, poo chair, poop chair, pee chair, poo pot, poop pot, pee pot.
Are Benjamin, Rose Y, or Juliet from France still around? I've always love their stories.
Marie: how did you break your potting habits to your friends, and get them to join in? In general, any recent stories?
Stefany
Public bathrooms are too small!
I'm going to be in 8th grade in the fall. This summer I'm in a middle school leadership program that teaches us about our city and state. We have a lot of guest speakers who really seem to care about us and all the things we can accomplish when we grow up. There's one thing that I can see right now that's needed. More toilets and space in public bathrooms.
A large van picks us up at our homes early each morning. My situation is different than with many of my friends who live in larger, multiple toilet homes. My home is probably the smallest. Our one toilet is shared by a large family and three generations under one roof. Unless I get up at 5 a.m. there is likely going to be a line for our toilet. So I spend my time getting dressed and out on the porch when the van pulls up and sounds the horn. Some mornings that means I haven't peed since the night before. Most of my craps are ready in the morning and often I'm forced to hold them in just in order not to hold up our group.
Such was the case the other morning when we had an almost 2 hour ride to our state capitol. My family calls it gross, but I was in agony in trying to hold in what grandpa calls a full pack as the van was bouncing on this really rough highway. I lucked out though when our teacher said we were going to make a pit-stop for gas. He said he was the only person getting out, that he was only pumping the gas, and that we were running behind. He said a senator and a group of reporters were waiting for us. Luckily because I was seated next to the door and got out and plead my case to our teacher. I literally ran around several pumps and trucks to get inside. The ladies door was locked but I looked to my right and the mens was wide open. The seat was down and it was splashed but I refused to be the reason our group was late. What I had been painfully holding immediately popped out of me. I grabbed for the toilet paper. All gone. I noticed a brown paper towel on the sink. I scrunched it up for about a 2 second wipe. Then I dropped it in the toilet, not even bothering to flush or wash my hands.
Luckily my timing was perfect. Our teacher was just putting up the hose. We got to our reserved room in the capitol right on time and our senator speaker was ready to start. I saw 2 other students whisper to our teacher and I think they needed to use the bathroom too. I could see him shake his head No and then point them to their seat. When he is mad he has this really strict look on his face. Me and my friend Phyllis were talking about toilet rules at lunch. She wonders if our teacher has ever crapped or taken a pee on school time. He sure doesn't allow us to have any emergencies. Phyllis brought up a good point. She said many older buildings have about the same number of toilets for women as they do men. There should be double the number for women because it takes them longer.
When I got back home I had to run my new undies through the washer twice. My older brother caught me downstairs doing that. He was understanding. He even says that most of his friends in high school try to avoid using the toilets. They are crowded and in bad condition, he said. He hurries home right after school gets out in order to take his crap. But, OK, I'm a morning crapper and I don't think it is fair.
Tricky
Mirror, mirror, on the floor...
The year was 2004. I was a college student at the time. It was an exam day for two back to back courses, and I had classes in a new building for my sophomore year that I never had been to in the year prior. This building was all of the way across campus from the main building that most of my courses, including the previous course before the exam, were in. I was sick with some sort of cold or flu virus, had been holding in a raging torrent of diarrhea for the last 30 minutes because I didn't have time before the exam to use the restroom between classes, and quickly left the classroom after handing in my exam. I never used the restroom on this particular floor before, but it was quite urgent so I chose to use it instead of seeking out the familiar single-stall one on the basement floor below.
I walked into the restroom and noticed a thick brick wall in the center, directly in front of the entrance. On the right were a row of urinals with no partitions. On the left were three stalls with a lone sink located in the far corner, in front of the back stall. The stalls were made out of thick wood and had a rustic appearance, as if they were from the late 19th or early 20th century. I noticed that the floor was a black tile and extremely shiny, but the hazard it contained did not occur to me as I rushed toward the first stall, noted a wet floor with the commode flooded, saw feet with pants wrapped around ankles in the adjacent middle stall with the occupant blasting away what sounded like diarrhea, and then rushed to stall #3 in the back of the room by the wall, mere seconds from unloading into my pants.
I locked the stall door, dropped my pants, sat my ass down, and exploded. It was loud, wet, chunky, and stinky. It sounded like a series of wet farts accompanied with pouring a change jar into a wishing well, and because of my contribution, smelled like a dog had vomited up garbage. I'm sitting on the wall-mounted modern toilet(juxtaposed to the rustic partitions) blatting away, pleased at my new-found relief, and then I noticed something unusual. I could see a mildly wavy view of my reflection on the floor in front of me, and after I turned to my left, what looked like my reflection to my left side showing off the side view of my bare ass planted on the wall-mount toilet looking toward the floor. Curious, I stare at my reflection to the left and ponder this, only to realize that the reflection on my left side was reflecting in the wrong direction, and the clothes didn't match what I was wearing as I noticed the pants matched those of the feet in the adjacent stall to my left. It wasn't me that I was staring at. Another person's face was staring at my reflection on the floor as I stared at theirs.
I looked away as soon as I realized what I was looking at, still plopping away loudly as the torrent of diarrhea would not stop. The dude in the adjacent stall had the same problem, from the sound of things, loudly farting/plopping away machine-gun bursts of what sounded like liquid feces. The person looked a lot like me, and we had both just made a very awkward view at each others reflections in the floor with our pants down and bare asses planted on the porcelain furnishings while our bowels were making disgusting noises. People were walking in and out of the restroom to use the urinals on the wall behind us and I could also see the reflections on the floor of the pissers who had journeyed to the back corner sink to wash their their hands in front of my stall. While I didn't notice the adjacent pooper's reflection on the floor when I walked in, my ability to see the hand washers on the floor from my seated position also meant that they may have been able to see me and the person in the adjacent stall reflecting off of the floor. No one said anything.
The toilet paper roller was placed low near the bottom of the stall partition on the left hand side, requiring me to lean over to my left to roll the paper, and again, I could see this dude's reflection on the floor. He was also wiping. It was not intentional on my part, but the toilet paper wasn't placed on the right hand side at hand level as I was used to, and I had to look around to find it. Fortunately, the dude was no longer staring at my reflection, but I had seen enough to know who this person was and I was certain this person had known who I was as well. I pondered whether I should wait for him to leave first, and then remembered I had an exam coming up in a few minutes.
Awkward.
I wiped up as quickly as I could and got the hell out of the stall. The next classes were about to start in a minute or two, and both of us had an exam in that next class.
By the time I had finished washing my hands at the sink and was drying them with paper towels, the person in the adjacent stall exited. Disturbingly, it sure enough was the person I had thought it was. As he headed to the sink, he made a nervous laugh, face beet red with embarrassment, and said "Uhh... sorry about that." I said nothing. As much as I wish I could un-see certain things and as much as I regretted this restroom experience, I could surmise that neither of us had intended to view each other crapping. The only minor consolation was that both of us had endured the same embarrassing predicament, literally(literally, in the archaic meaning of the word "embarrass", given that our asses were rendered bare through the reflection in the floor as we shat next to each other).
I'd seen this kid before in my Computer Science class and Chemistry class in 2003 during the 1st semester of Freshman year, and both of us shared the elective Theology class that was coming up in a few minutes. We had similar faces, looked very young for our age, were roughly the same weight and height(~5'11'' and ~130-ish lbs), wore thin wire-framed glasses, spiked our hair, and unfortunately, both of us just moments prior learned the other similarly had hairless legs and asses thanks to the restroom floor doubling as a mirror. This was the most awkward crapping session at college to date. At least on orientation night, me and the hot chick didn't see each other while seated next to each other...Thunder
Pebbles
Dear Pebbles....I was once, a long time ago a shameful pooper. Not any more...I use public toilets regularly and grunt to my hearts content.
You need to be able to shit when your husband is around...life would be so much better.
I recall a very long time ago I went into a public toilet at the mall food court and I was standing at the trough having a wee...and this young lad probably , maybe around 14..about my age walked in and approached the trough going to undo his fly and diverted to a cubicle...dropped hos trousers grunted and this enormous thud hit the toilet and grunted again and this enormous thud hit the toilet again....he started to wee and at that stage I had finished and left the toilet....now speculating if he had not sat on the toilet then...the turds he dropped sounded gigantic and hard...if he had have put it off it might have impacted!
I read with interest your situation Pebbles and the consequence of not having a poo when you needed to.
It would be great if you could report back on how you are progressing in that department. Good Luck!Victoria B.
It's here!
Great news: the new toilet is here and working!
Someone from building maintenance installed it and my bidet onto the seat yesterday. Robyn's visiting her dad, stepmom and younger sisters this weekend but when she gets back to the city she'll be in for a nice surprise!
It wasn't long before it got its first meal either. I was doming underneath my panties as the maintenance person worked and at one point I had to sneak off for a fart. At one point he asked me to sit down (fully-clothed) to see if the seat had been installed correctly and if I was comfortable on it. The elongated seat and bowl fit my 5'10" butt perfectly but having to clench as hard as I could to prevent having a full accident (on the toilet no less!) made it a little less comfy!
When he was finally done and left I ripped my shorts and panties to my ankles and sat down, unleashing a pee that gushed and hissed so hard that it made the rest of my vulva feel warm. Meanwhile, further below I could feel myself dome wider and start to pinch. Two small pieces landed with nice plops and kept me open long enough for a full loaf to land with a splash. The water level on my Japanese toilet is noticeably lower than on normal American toilets and that's going to create some fun acoustics!
I sat for minute and took my glasses off, savoring the feelings inside my body. I could feel the lingering warmth even after the cool water of the bidet washed me and I dried it off with toilet paper. I got up and dressed myself again before very carefully washing my hands with soap and hot water under the sink. Normally I flush first but in this case it was also to buy time to think about what to do for Robyn. By the time I dried my hands off it came to me.
I took a photo of the bowl and then switched my phone to video. The new toilet has a dual-flush system that's controlled by a handle on the left side and not a button on top. I started the video, reached forward with my left hand and pulled the handle forward for a full flush before watching everything go down and stopping the video. I stayed on my phone, and switched over to messaging to text the photo and the video to Robyn, along with a caption just for her and not to be shared. Needless to say, she's excited to give it a try!
Thank you again to all four of you. We love all of you and submit the nickname of the gray loo for your approval. It's the main paint color in my ensuite!
Love,
Victoria!David P
Constipation
Here again everyone,
first off a question for all the constipated posters on here, (Abbie, Jasmin K, Tricky or anyone with constipation). Do any of you suffer with acid in throat or indigestion after you eat? i recently got diagnosed with hernia in my throat. not sure what caused it but looking online it say straining to move your bowels can be a cause maybe after years of bad constipation and straining like my life depended on it, it caused this. I not as constipated as i was years back but still on and off a little. I am curious to find out if any of you have experienced any health issues because of ur pooin habits?
now a quick update, seen to always be in a constant cycle of constipation, hard poo for a week or so and then normal soft poo before being constipated. i seem to have fallen into being constipated again, which is not good! like said before, I often am a type 4 consistency on the bristol stool chart but the last few days have come to the dreaded type 2, when i get the urge to open my bowels, I sit down for a while just waiting and pressing between my bum eventually after about 5 mins feel a hard mass of the poo tip waiting to come out. I strain to let it come, gettin excited that it may be big, after a little time, it drops with a small sploosh sound but when i look my poo is just one disappointing dry finger size log that has lots of cracks on it. I have to go twice a day when I am like this and never feel like my bowels are empty.
feel free to ask me questions
bye now
David P
moonlight
relief
hello
i've been constipated for maybe 3 days now and i finally got it out
i had the day off work today and was home alone i felt horrible i was so bloated but just 2 minutes ago i got the incredible urge to poo and i was so excited
just before i started typing a huge log slipped right out of me and it felt amazing
looking in the bowl now and boy is it big it's like soft serve
i still feel like i have more but as i push it hurts so i think i will have to wait again to let more out
oh never mind now very liquidy stuff is coming out still feels amazing tho a little smelly
i really enjoy sharing my toilet time with y'all
i had a question
i work at a pool and sometimes my suit is wet and need to make a poop do any of y'all feel uncomfortable pooping then putting a wet piece of clothing back on?
Pooperlady
A good session
A short while ago, I was on my computer when I really felt the urge to take a crap. As soon as I could, I got into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and pushed a bit. I could feel a long turd coming out. I pushed out a few more turds, peeing a little as I did so. I didn't pee much because I'd also peed not long before that.
I could feel that I had more shit inside me, but it wasn't ready to come out all at once, so I sat on the toilet and waited for a bit. The urge came again. I pushed a bit, and my bowels continued to empty. Some waiting and a bit of peeing later, I knew I had to poop some more, but the toilet was almost full, so I flushed it before continuing.
After flushing, I sat down again on the toilet quickly, and immediately felt my hole opening to release some more of their contents. I felt like this was all I would produce for the time being, so I wiped, flushed, and washed my hands, feeling so much better.
It was a good session!Richard
Thank you to everyone who responded to my childhood P desperation survey :-) :-) I really appreciate it and it's interesting to hear your storiesKaycha
After about 10 days of a dry nightime pullup, I woke up this morning to a cold, squishy one. The wetness indicator had disappeared completely and the front panel was pretty swollen. I hadn't leaked luckily but I was SO wet. My diaper was saturated when I tore the sides and let it fall sloppy to the floor. I dripped just a little on the floor. I hadn't quite finished peeing, I guess. I have some rashes from being wet all night so I showered and put cream on those. This evening, I went to a local peaceful protest. I wore a pullup because sometimes a wet pullup in the morning means a tired out bladder and an accident during the day. After the protest I realized I needed to go. I dribbled almost as soon as I realized I needed the toilet. I suddenly saw some rent a cans on the other side of the parking lot. Oh please hold on I pleaded with myself. Another big dribble made me hold my vagina as I tried to hurry. As I opened the door I peed a little then as I pulled down my pullup and pants, I froze as I began to pee down my legs. I couldn't move. Pee was just pouring out of me into my pullup and my pants and the floor. When it finally stopped I sat down on the toilet hoping to get some in the toilet at least. Nope I had totally had an accident. I went home to change my soiled clothes, wishing I could go potty on time just a little more often. Hoping for a dry diaper tonight but I doubt it.
Bianca
Nice Poop
I'll begin by saying that it sounds like you had a great poop, Jas. I've had blueberries before, and as a blind person, I can only guess my poop was blue. I'd also have to jokingly say you had smurf poop, lol! Yesterday wasn't exciting to write about poop wise, but I did add up my gooey air putty collection (have 3 buckets now). Today however, is worth writing about. After having a solid poop following a Dennie's breakfast, I had some diarrhea episodes. There was gas coming out during the poops, too. If by chance the issue is bile dumping, having an increase in the flow an hour or so after eating is quite interesting. Even if the cause of this popping up still 5 years from when it started turns out to be idiopathic, that doesn't mean that I'll stop finding my poop intriguing. Have a great day folks. Bye.
Biggalpooper
Period poos suck
Hi everyone! I enjoy everyone's stories a lot, but I don't often have one to share. But now I have a doozy!
So I started my period and was having bad cramps from that. That's not unusual, but for some reason this time I've been feeling nauseous. I just ate bread and rice and managed to feel mostly ok until we were going to bed last night.
Hubby fell asleep immediately and I was just about to when I got a horribly huge wave of nausea and diarrhea cramps that made me gasp out loud. I ran to the toilet, whispering "Ow, Oh my God!" and didn't even turn the light on or close the door because I knew something was coming out!
I was just wearing a t-shirt and panties with a large pad. I ripped my panties down and plopped quickly on the toilet and moaned as my stomach contracted. I didn't know if I was going to throw up or have diarrhea, it felt like both. I am a larger woman and I gripped my asscheeks, thighs, and stomach as my digestive system spasmed at both ends, but nothing was coming out!
I took some deep breaths and my nausea started to go away, only for the cramps in my bowels to get even worse. I was flushed and sweaty, so I took off my t-shirt. I was trying not to wake up my husband but I couldn't help but moan and whimper as I gripped the sink and wall and pushed down to get relief. It felt like I was cramping, groaning, straining and struggling forever until a big wave of awful smelling mush finally shot into the toilet. "OOOOOH!!" I moaned in relief. I hadn't eaten much that day and had been going normally before, but I sat there naked in the dark with the door open loudly shitting my brains out for over an hour. When I wasn't filling the bowl with diarrhea, I was rocking, grunting, moaning, and even crying with how bad the cramps were. Whenever there wasn't poop coming out, I felt like my intestines were completely in knots and my body cramped and strained hard almost on its own.
I was surprised that my grunts, moans and whimpers of "Oh God!" didn't wake my husband. The cramps finally let up and I felt comfortable enough to lay back down.
I woke up today and as we're out of groceries, was going to try to get a short shopping trip in since I felt ok when I woke up. I intentionally didn't eat, but I did drink water and take my medicine.
I got dressed, still felt ok, then started to walk to the store.
Luckily (or unluckily), the nausea and cramps cake back with a vengeance almost as soon as I left the parking lot. I immediately vomited behind a bush and felt more diarrhea knocking on my back door! Since I could still see our building door from where I was, I made a dash back to our place.
But the cramps wouldn't let me get anywhere quickly. I shuffled as fast as I could while doubled over in pain. I had to struggle up two flights of stairs and burst back into the apartment and lunged towards the bathroom while moaning "Oh God, my stomach!" to my husband, who quickly closed the apartment door behind me.
By then, I had made it to the bathroom. I lifted my sundress to quickly get my panties off. I was already bent over the toilet but I was a split second too late!! Diarrhea spilled into and out of my panties, all down my legs and over the toilet I was hovered over.
At the open door of the bathroom was my husband! I started to cry in embarrassment and pain as I quickly peeled my ruined panties off and sat my filthy ass on the toilet. I had more cramps but now nothing was coming out! "These cramps...ughhhh...they're so strong. My ass is...oh God I'm dying!" I said to my husband. He tried to get me to breathe and he gently rubbed my stomach as I strained and cried for a few minutes with nothing coming out. "Mmm,ugh..EHHH!!" I grasped the sink and wall, lifted my legs up as hubby rubbed my stomach. He could feel the muscles contracting but the diarrhea wasn't coming out!
My poor hubby suggested I get cleaned up in a warm shower that might help my cramps. He helped me get out of the rest of my clothes. I'd left a disgusting mess on and around the toilet, but hubby told me to try to relax in the shower as he cleaned up.
I washed the mess off of myself and the shower did seem to be helping me feel better. But after about 10 minutes, another cramp hit me hard. I groaned loudly and doubled over again as a long loud fart escaped from my ass before I could clinch it shut. Thankfully, hubby had just finished cleaning the toilet because I had to jump out, naked and wet, and have more waves of diarrhea explode out of me. Like the night before, I was pushing and straining hard between awful waves of diarrhea. My knees were lifted off the ground, I rocked and leaned and rubbed my stomach as I spent another hour at the mercy of these cramps!
It finally subsided a couple of hours ago. I'm just resting now and staying home,close to the bathroom!!
Shannon
Trina: lol at "speezed". I've definitely had that happen before too. Its good to hear from you!
Catherine: hope all is well!
I went pretty good for a couple weeks or so. Nothing happened since my two accidents at the hotel, until today. Today I once again found myself dealing with a little bit of intestinal discomfort late in my shift at work. I had around 45 minutes left before I could clock out and I had a million things to finish up, so I was holding it in at least until I could finish up one big quote I was working on. Before I could finish the quote I started to cramp up pretty bad and I realized I needed to get to the toilet immediately, so I clenched my cheeks and started heading for the bathroom. I believe I've mentioned before that my desk is almost entirely on the opposite side of the building from the bathrooms, so I knew it was gonna be tough to make it. I had to walk past Brian leaving the desk and...I dont know what came over me lol but I guess I kind of wanted to entertain him, so I said to him in a goofy childish voice "I gotta poop soooo bad!" and pushed my way by him. He didn't say anything but I know he was watching me. I immediately regretted saying that as I felt super embarrassed already lol. I'm an ass sometimes... but anyway, I was only about 15 feet away from the desk when I audibly farted. I hope Brian didn't hear it, but eitherway i knew it was over once it happened. I started cursing at myself in my head because I REALLY need to stop letting this happen to me at work. I farted two more times as I was walking and after the second one I was turtle heading so bad that I just stopped walking, and I filled my diaper with a big firm load that popped and crackled as it came out. It felt pretty amazing if im being honest, but it really sucked that it happened at work...
I then had a new problem. I realized that my backpack that has my wipes and clean diapers was back near my desk and not up in my locker... so I took a big risk and I actually walked back to the desk in my poopy pants to get it. The load felt firm against my butt as I walked, and I found myself actually getting this weird rush from it since I love a good solid accident. I was still absolutely terrified of getting found out though...by anyone but Brian at least. He is well acquainted with my accident problem at this point so it really doesn't matter if he knows about it, which is why I took the risk of going back for the bag myself. I got back to the desk and he was looking up at me with a smirk. He goes "wow that was fast" and I just shook my head at him. He smiled widely and goes "oh my God your face is so red". I said "shut up. I didn't make it in time." He said "I can tell" and made a face like he smelled something foul. I felt like my face and chest were on fire and my heart was pounding because I was so humiliated yet so thrilled at the same time...
Anyway I got my backpack and went to the bathroom to change my diaper. It took me probably 10 minutes to change myself, and when I went back to my desk Brian was just smiling at me. I'm glad he finds it so amusing because it beats him being grossed out and thinking I'm a freak. He repeatedly teased me by mimicking how I said "I gotta poop sooo bad" in a funny voice, and he called me Poop Girl when he said bye at the end of the day.
Xoxo
Poop Girl ShannonEmma two
Nearly blocked the toilet
My last poo was five days ago and I had to wait for Sarah to come out of the toilet. She was taking ages and and when she eventually came out I was getting desperate. She apologised for using the last of the toilet roll and it smelled in there so I wouldn't want to go in there for a while. I was so desperate I couldn't wait and I asked her to go down to the shop to get some more and I would go to the toilet while she was out. She said OK and left the house while I entered the bathroom. She wasn't kidding about the smell because it stank and some of her poo hadn't flushed away. I was too desperate to care about it and I sat down on the warm toilet seat and relaxed. I didn't have to push at first because my poo was soft and mushy so it shot out into the toilet and boy it felt so good. I still had to go so I pushed and I peed as some more solid poo came out and that felt good. When I finished I'd filled the toilet and I waited for Sarah to come back with the toilet roll. Ten minutes later she was home and she brought the toilet roll into the bathroom so I could wipe myself. I asked her not to look in the toilet but she did and she said she couldn't believe I could poo that much and I reminded her that I hadn't been in five days. When I flushed the toilet I noticed Sarah had her fingers crossed and I knew she was worried I'd blocked it but thankfully it cleared although the water rose up a bit before it went down. I flushed it again to be sure and we were relieved it was still clear.
Mina, Maho, Kazuko, Hisae
Huge bakery with four managers part 3
So now Maho is on loo, Kazuko beside of her, Mina and Hisae at door. There are two pairs of loo slippers in our loo. In Japan people usually change into different pairs of slippers when go to loo. At door, two zabutons, zabuton is Japanese cushion. Hisae on left because she is short. Mina on right. If we want to squeeze Maho's knees, Mina's arms more longer than Hisae's arms.
Maho is looking at Hisae and Mina warm eyes, Kazuko is looking at Maho warm eyes.
Maho moved right knee a bit so Mina and Hisae can see what we want to see.
Maho did wee first, like Hisae and Mina. Then she didn't move. She smile to us. Lots of warm love in her eyes.
After about 3 minutes something brown appeared under Maho. And it got longer, very slowly. Maho didn't move her body, but brown tail longer and longer, finally break off and Plop into loo water. Maho smiled. Immediately, brown knob appear, and slowly slowly it became next tail. Kazuko squeezed Maho's hand hard and made little noise. She looks like turn on. But Mina is also turn on, and perhaps Hisae too.
Plop into loo water, then new loaf, slowly longer and Plop into water, then one more and then one more. Kazuko said, "I flush." Maho stood up and Mina and Hisae looked, then Kazu flushed and Maho sat down again.
Soon there is new loaf, it is fatter than before ones. Maho breathe a bit hard. I ask her, "are you OK?" and she said, Yes, OK." And tail under Maho became to longer. I put hand on Maho's knee, and Hisae too.
Loaf landed in loo, very small sound. Next loaf already appear. But this one made big plop sound in loo. It came out faster. Then suddenly Maho pinched, and four loaves came out and hit water, very quick succession. Maho said to Kazu, "you OK?" Kazuko said, "OK, take your time, I'm not hurry."
Maho turned to Kazu and made her mouth shape of kiss, then she blew kiss to Hisae and me. Her stomach and bottom moving little, but nothing more came out. Maho said, "soon finish." But then little loaf came out quite fast and Plop into loo.
Then Maho suddenly made very noisy fart, and it was long one! We all smiled and started laugh with crying. I said her, "Maholin that was so beautiful sound." Kazuko and Hisae made noise which is mean "yes". Then Maho gave smaller fart and pinched small loaf, long is about 5 centimetres. Then she stood up and turned to wall, so we looked in loo, then looked at her beautiful bottom, then she sat down to wash with washlet, then Kazuko dried her, then Mina dried and then Hisae dried, and Maho made many whimper noise (her crushes also whimper).
Kazu is beside of me now, with memo in her hand. We made memo after group motion, specially for this site!
We washed hands and then hugged, then Kazu took off panties and gave to me, I put on shelf. She sat down on loo. But I tell you her part next time. We are crying again and want to hug and caress.
Eleonora I am sorry, I said many countries to Heidi but I didn't say Italy. Please forgive to me. Heidi, another country in international toiletstool site is Italy.
We hope everybody is well and having comfy time on loo to do very necessary thing. Victoria and Robyn, you have your new loo, now? We hope you enjoy good feeling and warm love with it.
Love to everyone.
Maho, Kazuko, Hisae, MinaJas
For Bianca
Thank you for your comment. And any way when I eat a breakfast platter that has sausage and eggs, that gets me going to the toilet too!
Keci
Fired from first babysitting job
About 15 years ago my parents let me start babysitting. I was already helping neighborhood people with their kids, so at age 12 I figured I might as well get paid for it. It was simple enough. This couple next door to us had just moved in and needed a babysitter. They left about 4 on a Saturday afternoon. I would have Valene for about 6 hours. It was nice out in early summer and they suggested I walk Valene about two blocks over to a good size park that had a petting zoo and some other attractions. I knew the playground was awesome. There was so much energy in Valene's 5 year old body. She tried most of the playground equipment sets and each and very swing. Then Mia Marie, a friend who came skidding up to me on her bike, started telling me about this huge poo she had taken in the bathroom building right behind us. She hadn't flushed and she wanted me to see it. Then Valene was tugging at my shorts saying she had to pee. So I pointed Valene to the building, which was about three car lengths up the hill. I was hesitant about letting Valene go in alone but Mai Marie said it was OK. Valene was going to start all-day kindergarten in a couple of months and needed practice going in on her own, Mia Marie said. Valene seemed surprised, but I let her go on her own. Mia Marie continued telling me about her crap and used some words I'm glad Valene was not going to hear. Time got away from me and Mia Marie wanted me to see her crap. I was a little worried unless Valene's little body was peeing an ocean. We rounded the entrance opening only to see three vacant toilets. My stomach dropped and I came close to crapping my shorts right there. I went along the right side of the building and Mia Marie went to the left and we met out back after having called and screamed her name. Then this guy on a tractor cutting the grass called us over and said there was a little girl using the guys bathroom. We hurried over to the other side. There were three toilets, totally out in the open, and there was Valene sitting on the middle one, feet off the floor and holding up her underwear. She had already peed and seemed interested in the four urinals she was staring at on the opposite wall. One went all the way into the cement floor. The other three were the higher bowl type. Valene stood, flushed with my help, and then we washed her hands at the sink. It was starting to get dark so me and Mia Marie walked her two blocks up to McDonalds for some ice cream. Once there, I hurried to the bathroom and nearly averted crapping my shorts. Since the, when I've had a real scare such as a near accident while driving, my bowels respond. By a couple of days later, Valene had told her mom about what happened. I was paid my $10 but then fired.Iris
Additional post to Tom W
I forgot to put this in my message I sent earlier, can this be appended? Thanks.
I do get very uncomfortable and desperate when I am at school sometimes but I don't usually hold all day. The school is split into two sections, an upper school and a lower school. The "main toilets" I've mentioned before are at the upper school and are used by the majority of the students here.
When I have been shy I have walked to the toilets at the lower school but this is a 5 minute or more walk each way, just to pee. It's not so bad during my lunch break because I get an hour but in the morning it means I've spent half of my morning break just walking to the toilet and back, and I don't have time to go inbetween classes unless I happen to be at the lower school, but then they are usually busy and I can't pee anyway.
Sherryl
Response to Audrey and story at Denny's
Hey Audrey. Im glad you enjoyed the story. I love sharing naughty pee and poop stories on here, especially with people like you. I'm sorry you didn't like the politics though, and yeah, I should've left it out, I was just in an attitude that day, I was on my period LOL. Anyway, yes, we pissed so much during those poos. She pissed for a good two minutes and I for a minute and a half. It felt so good and we watched our piss go town the rocks in to the creek. No, I think I'm good using a bidet just as something to clean myself and to get off with lol. So, time for the story. I was out to dinner last night with my husband and my friend from the other day, her name is Amber, and our friend Naomi joined us. So Amber and I had had taco bell earlier in the day and it had finally caught up to us. So just as our food was being brought out to us, the urge to shit came over both of us. So we excused ourselves to the bathroom. We got in there, and it was just a two stall set up but only one was open, the other was out of order. So we decided to improvise, as we weren't going to be able to hold while the other went. Just as we were about to start, Naomi came in to the bathroom, as she needed to pee. So we told her what the situation was, and we didn't really know how open she was in to the bathroom stuff until last night. She said that she would just pee in the sink. So she hopped up on to the sink and proceeded to let out a very long sssssssssss of piss. So I sat on the toilet and Amber opted to poop in the trash can(yes we cleaned up because it didn't have a bag in it, so we used the toilet paper and water from the sink). It felt so good to poop, and it was diarrhea for both Amber and I. Just as we both were about to start wiping, Naomi confessed that she needed to poop too and asked if one of us could surrender our seats. So Amber still had shit coming out of her and I felt another round coming. So I asked "do you want to just come over and sit on my lap and poop? I'll move back as far as I can" and desperate for a poo, she agreed. So I scooched back enough to let her have an opening for her poop to fall in to the toilet but enough to where I still had my ass hole over the toilet. She started to poop and thankfully hers was solid little turds, and she apologized and I said "It's ok. Ive been in the same boat before and so has Amber, so it's all good. Just let me know when you need to wipe". So I got done and so did she. Meanwhile Amber had just finished up and was wiping. So Naomi let me know that she was ready to wipe and I said I could do it if she wanted so she wouldn't have to get up and have a poop smear and she said that would be great. So I she stood up, crouched over, and spread her cheeks and I wiped her. She thanked me so much and said "i've never let anyone wipe me before aside from when I was little, but you have been so nice to me, I decided to let you help" and I said it was no trouble. So we all got cleaned up, and we all helped wash the trash can out. All told, it took us about 10 minutes from beginning to end. We got back out to the table and my husband, ever the smart ass, asked "What happened? you all fall in or something" and Amber, ever the quick witted one, responded "Yeah, and you didn't even send out a distress signal. what gives?" we all laughed and the three of us girls laughed a little bit more as we knew what we all had just done. We finished up our dinner, got a couple of drinks, my husband drove us all home. Naomi thanked us for a wonderful evening and said she can't wait to do it again some time. We agreed and then took Amber home but on the way, she needed to poop again so we pulled off the road and she went in to the woods. My husband needed to pee so he went in with her and I stayed with the car. About 5 minutes later they both came back and we went back to taking her home. Amber whispered to me "I saw your husband's dick....girlfriend, you are lucky" to which I thanked her. We dropped her off and then my husband and I went home. I peed in the sink as he was getting in to the shower. Then we went to bed.
Hope you all enjoyed this story. Happy Pooping and Peeing for 2021.
Marie
Reply to Audrey and Emily
Audrey: Breaking my toilet preferences to my friends was easy because well I only really have like 3 friends that have really known about it. My childhood friend Sophie, and my friends Reese and Amanda.
Sophie was easy to explain to because like we were both young girls and everything just makes sense at that age.
Amanda was actually someone I sorta caught going potty in the woods by my house soo there's that.
And Reese I met through a site I can't mention on here.
Have you been wanting to get more of your friends to break their potty training or have you found any new potty potty spots?
Emily: have you continued to pee on your couch or other places. Have you pooped on it?
-Marie
David P
Added comment to Jasmin K
Jasmin K: I forgot to add on the last post. That you may find that depending on how severe the prolapse is, you may require surgery to stop it happening. As you say that your rectum can randomly come out of your bum when walking in public then maybe a trip to the docs is helpful for you. I didn't need surgery as it just kind of stopped happening in time. I hope you get it sorted.
Iris
Reply to Tom
Hi tom! I posted what I think caused my shyness a couple of pages back so I will paste it here - "As to what has caused my pee shyness, I think it comes from when I was much younger. I hated people knowing I needed the bathroom so I would hold it, and if my parents asked if I needed to go I'd say I didn't. This resulted in frequent accents until I moved to secondary school, and a lot of bullying. The side effect of this was when I DID use a bathroom, students would sort of congratulate me in a really patronizing way, it put me off using them altogether.
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I manage to go okay at home, I am more than happy to pee if they are around the bathroom and I don't mind them hearing me, if I need to crap I will wait but it has never really become an issue. It's only in public that I struggle. I can use a public toilet if only my family are there but if anyone else walks in I freeze up. I guess it's not so much the public bathroom that bothers me, it's being heard by a stranger.
Thank you for your support!
kmd
Response to Emma two
Hi Emma two
Thank you very much for taking the time to reply to my questions. Also, I enjoyed reading your story about your massive diarrhoea attack at work.
I can appreciate that if you poo once or twice a week then when you do go there will be a lot needing to come out. That makes sense - your poos do sound quite impressive from their size (in terms of volume).
Yeah, it is embarrassing if, when you poop, there are other people around to witness the event - especially if it's a person of the opposite sex. I totally understand why you'd want to hold on until the male cleaner had vacated the toilet. It was bad enough that Lisa was there to witness your desperate poo, but it would have been really embarrassing for you if the cleaner had still been there. I'd have felt the same way in that situation.
I had some other questions that I thought of regarding the desperate poo you had after being on the phone for over an hour to the important client. It would be great if you could answer them.
- How long had you been needing to poo before you began the long call with the client? Had you been needing to poo for some time ,say half an hour, but were too busy to go to the toilet or had the urge to poo just come on a few minutes earlier - and presumably you didn't realise you were going to have an hour long call? (I totally get that when you have an important client on the line you can't say "Can I phone you back because I need the toilet.")
- After you returned to your desk having postponed your desperately needed poo because the cleaner was in the toilet, were you able to work as usual - or did you find it difficult to concentrate? (I find it difficult to concentrate in that situation and tend to fidget.)
- Did you need to fart while waiting for the cleaner to finish? I'm assuming you did but were understandably too embarrassed to do so because of the risk of others hearing or smelling it. (Again, I've been in a similar situation myself.)
- When you did manage to get to sit on the toilet and you realised Lisa was in the next cubicle did you start pooping immediately or was there a delay due to you feeling embarrassed in her presence?
It struck me as being quite useful that you were wearing leggings because they can be pulled down together with your knickers whilst you are bending over to sit down, ie there are no awkward buttons to fiddle with.
As I mentioned I liked your latest story about your massive diarrhoea attack at work. You clearly needed to go extremely badly and I'm glad you made it and you had privacy, in that no one else was around to witness it. Did you get much warning - such as an increasing feeling of fullness in your bottom - or did the urge to poop suddenly hit you and you had to rush to the toilet? Also, did you just have the one massive attack that day - or did you have to go again later that day.
Hope you can reply to some more questions but if you don't have the time, then no worries. I like your stories including the way you write them, ie you are a good wordsmith. Hopefully you'll be able to post more.
Take care
kmdTricky
Nowhere else to go... my intro to shameless pooping
It was sometime in the last decade. I was on a bus en-route to the next stop where there was a 30 minute layover. The bathroom on the bus was not in usable condition, as the toilet seat was splattered with various fluids, and there were blood and needles everywhere. I was holding in a massive emergency crap.
We pulled into the bus station. I could feel every bump jostle my insides around, shooting pain all over my body. Everyone was ordered off the bus for cleaning. I was one of the first off, and there was already a line for the line Mens' room.
By the time my place in line had gotten into the Mens' room, I noticed that both urinals had black trashbags over them and out of order signs. There were also two stalls visible from where I stood, both doorless. The back stall offered some degree of privacy, as its user was mostly shielded by the larger partition due to it being a handicapped stall. All you'd see was the user's knees, unless you walked in. The stall adjacent to it, had its user visible to anyone in the room waiting in line or using the sinks due to being in front of the mirror.
There was an old man standing in front of me. When it was his turn, he went into the back stall. I saw his pants drop to the floor with his feet facing away from the toilet, only his knees visible from where I stood. The dude pissing in the adjacent stall finished. I had a line of people behind me. I was debating in my head whether I could hold it until the bus was cleaned, as my insides were throbbing in pain and it took every effort to keep from filling my pants with a massive volume of feces. I took a step forward and realized I wasn't going to be able to hold it for another 5 minutes, let alone until the bus was ready for me to reboard. There was nowhere else in the nearby vicinity to go. This was the only restroom I'd have access to before I could get back on the bus. I was going to either poop here, or in my pants.
Reluctantly, I took a seat in the lone commode available, with my pants lowered to my upper legs and shirt covering my nethers. Everyone in line in the Mens' room could see me sitting there. One of them made a comment: "Oh geez. That kid's taking a crap." I heard some quiet chatter and muffled laughter at my expense.
I sat there as the log loudly crackled out of my ass, interspersed with the occasional fart. It made a tickling and popping sensation with a slightly jagged texture as it effortlessly, and somewhat painfully, slid out, forcing my butt cheeks apart. Both me and the old man were now both using the only available toilets. Everyone in line was waiting for one to avail itself, and I was in their field of vision with my pants at my thighs and a big log of excrement slowly working its way out of my butt.
After about 3 minutes, the old man finished and wiped up. I wasn't even halfway done. Now everyone in line had to walk passed my stall to pee. The log was still slowly working its way out, making the same noises. I dared not bear down on it and push, because it was already painful enough. It was a monster of a turd and I had to regain my breath to keep gently pushing it out. I could feel a warm chunky wetness all over the middle of my glutes. A father and small child walked passed me, the kid staring at me as I sat there with my butt exposed. The kid had to poop, but convinced his father he could wait until they got back on the bus because he was not comfortable doing it without a door for coverage.
It finally dropped out after another 10 minutes or so.
By the time I was rolling the paper, easily 15 people had to walk passed me sitting in the doorless stall to use the only other toilet. Another 10+ saw me sitting there while waiting in line or using the sinks. And the wiping was the most awkward, and messy part. I was pulling wads of soft, warm excrement off of my butt that had smeared itself all over me. It took me easily 3 minutes to wipe, as people were walking back and forth passed my stall to pee, some of whom I had seen on the bus just minutes prior.
I finally finished. I got my pants back up all the way, zipped up, buckled my belt, and flushed. The turd was stuck in the drain hole and stretched all the way to the rim of the toilet, and was as big around as my arm. I flushed again. It didn't budge. And again. It wasn't going anywhere. I left the stall in defeat, a line of about 10 people still waiting for a toilet to use. I was embarrassed and got out as quickly as I could, probably washing my hands for like 5 seconds, as I heard someone exclaim "What the f---!?" upon entering the doorless stall I just used and seeing my deposit. In total, I'd probably spent about 5 minutes waiting in line, another 15 minutes taking an exceptionally large poop, and another 3 minutes wiping. As I was boarding the bus, some of the people who saw me on the toilet gave me knowing glances.
Tim
A survey for everyone
How often do you pee?
How often do you poop?
Ever had someone of the same sex come to the toilet with you?
Ever had someone of the opposite sex come to the toilet with you?
What is the worst you have ever needed to pee?
What is the worst you have ever needed to poop?
Girl do you have thighs together or apart when you pee?
Saturday, June 12, 2021
Jasmin K
Constipation and comments
Hi all
Just read some posts whilst having a big hard poo. This morning it took best part of an hour do do a decent amount due to it all just being little pebbles that came out. As there has been some mentions in some posts of the Bristol Stool Chart my poo today has been a stool chart number 1. They have been like that for the last few days. I don't get the need to go poo feeling, it just my morning sit on the toilet and strain hard routene that gets these pebbles out. My poo's are occasionally a stool chart 2 and a knobbly log with a slightly softer end and between 8 and 10 inches long or the type 1 pebbles. My biggest poo is usually Monday or Tuesday mornings which if I've spent the weekend at my Boyfriends flat are the first decent poo I will have done since the Friday before. He is in a flat share and I'm not good with spending ages on the toilet there when the others are about. That said my BF knows all about my poo habits, ( he is the guy from the hotel where Chloe and I used to sneak in and use the toilets and got caught by him that I wrote in a previous post a while ago ) He enjoys being in the bathroom with me and encourages me to go for a poo and doesn't fuss when I'm on the toilet for like 1 or 2 hours, which is usually at my house but sometimes on Friday evening before you know what at his flat if the others aren't there and on a Saturday morning before they come in. He says it sounds like I'm chucking pebbles in a pool of water when I dropping poo pellets into the toilet.
Hi to Dave P. I'm pleased,you like my posts and interesting that you used to have the red pipe thing out your bum too but that it went away. I now know it to be a prolapse but when it first started when I was about 14 I didn't know what it was hence the red pipe thing. How did you stop it coming out ?.When mines really bad I wear a very tight rubber thong to help hold it up, that said BF likes it when we are out somewhere if it pops out against my knickers so he can discretely feel it
I don't know why but if my ass if very full of poo like when I'm very constipated it doesn't always come out when I strain hard, my ass hole just bulges right down well below my ass cheeks and the skin bit where you can press to help the poo come out.bulges out also. Some poo comes out then my prolapse comes out when I keep straining.
Feel free to ask anything you want to know, I like doing surveys about poo and pee stuff
Bye for now
Jaz KTom W
To Iris
I understand your pain. I'm male in my 20's and have suffered from pee shyness for a number of years. I've always been able to pee at school and in a public toilet but often struggle to go if there's someone near me or someone is outside the bathroom door. I prefer to use a cubicle instead of a urinal to pee so it's interesting to hear of a girl struggling to go in a cubicle. For some reason I find it's worse in smaller toilets with only a couple of cubicles and urinals. I seem to normally be OK in larger toilet rooms.
Have you always been pee shy or did something happen to cause it? You must be awfully desperate and uncomfortable if you wait all day at school. Have you always been able to hold on for such a long time?
How do you get on at home? Do you get pee shy if your family are near to the bathroom or is it only in public that you struggle?
Well done for managing to pee at school and I hope things continue to improve for you :)Jas
As my return to this site
I haven't been on here in a while, because nothing really happened. Well on the 29th of May it was my Brother's 39th Birthday and we got him Spiderman cupcakes, with blue icing.( I know we're bunches old nerds) Well anyway after we ate at least one cupcakes everyone in the family group chat was saying their poop was blue. The next day I gone in to my bathroom and sat on the toilet with clear water in the toilet, and after I passed stool, the water was blue just like it had cleaning stuff i
n it.Steve A
Desperation at Work (Part 2)
I had another desperate incident at work today (Tuesday).
When I got to work, I felt fine and started my usual routine. Then, the urge came and got increasingly stronger as I continued to work. It came to the point where it started to hurt a bit since I haven't gone in a couple of days. A short while later, I couldn't take it anymore, so I parked my forklift and went to the nearest bathroom.
Once I got into the stall, I pushed out a single log that was at least a foot long and maybe slightly longer, along with some other stuff as well. I felt so much better afterwards. After that, I cleaned up and went back to work.
On an extra note, I'm glad that my new job is more understanding about bathroom breaks, especially for a warehouse.
Elvia
Potty training methods
Did anyone here get potty trained by watching their parents go? Or have any parents here trained their kids by going in front of them?
I'm training my 3 year old now by always taking him with me and making it an activity to do together. It's working really well.