Braidy
Bad Examples
My niece Mandy visited Adam and I for this past week. My sister lives 4 1/2 hours away and Mandy seemed to enjoy our city and how we kept our 6-year-old guest entertained.
The problem though is away from home Mandy saw and commented on several bad conduct examples when we were using bathrooms. The first was when I drove down to pick her up. We were on the Interstate and about 1 1/2 hours into our trip when I thought it was time for a potty break. She needed a Number 1 and I felt a Number 2 coming on. So I pulled off at a state rest area and we walked up a hill to the toilets. This was a 3 staller. All three in use. No privacy doors. Stall A: older lady with sweats and underwear halfway on the seat as she sat. Stall B: she looked to be of high school age, shorts and thong at floor level with hands on her head as she did the big push. Stall C: about 50, flicking her cigarette ashes as she sat with her jeans at knee level.
To give them privacy I took Mandy back to the entryway. I assured her it probably wouldn't be that long. She noticed under the middle panel there was foot movement and the clothing was being pulled up and before I could grab her she broke from me and ran over there. I stopped Mandy and had her stand aside just as the girl was buckling her shorts. I whispered to Mandy that we had to give her some space. As the girl was standing in front of toilet and scrolling on her phone I could see the bowl full of crap and toilet paper behind her. Nicely I asked her if she was forgetting something. She looked up and started walking out past us and said "F### no!" She went stomping out without even washing her hands.
Mandy walked right over to the left, and by using weight on both of her hands, flushed the smelly and ugly bowl of crap. I pulled off a little of the last of the toilet paper and did a quick wipe of the seat, something my mom had always done for me at that age, and Mandy quickly dropped her shorts and boosted herself up on the seat. As her pee started to hit the water I could see a refreshing grin come across her face. Then she started to ask me why that girl was so mad and I told her that if that girl had been in one of my classes or on one of my teams, I would have seriously disciplined her for both attitude and lack of action. Mandy jumped down, flushed, and I replaced her on the toilet. Since my teams travel a lot to contests, I told her I have gotten good at holding both my Number 1s and Number 2s until we get to a rest stop or the gymnasium we are playing in. She seemed interested in the size of my craps since I'm 6'7, but I told her height wasn't that much of a deal. I did tell her that I get second and third looks from some people when I'm using public toilets because my upper body towers above most of the toilet panels. I told her she could pull off some toilet paper for me from one of the other stalls that was now vacant. What impressed me was that Mandy is so thoughtful. She got a little from each of the two rolls, rather than taking it all from one roll and then inconveniencing the next user. After I wiped, I hugged her for her kindness. Then I stood and we both walked over to the sinks and washed our hands.
Over several days of sight-seeing and visiting an amusement park and beach, Mandy and I witnessed additional cases of rudeness and obnoxious behavior. Behind us on the beach, she heard some college girls bragging to their boyfriends how they should pee in the water. One of the guys was talking about crapping beneath where he was sitting and and then burying it in the sand. That grossed Mandy out. One day at lunch at McDonalds, Mandy was on the toilet when a mom and her son (the boy looked to be 8 or older) came in. There were stall doors there but he was looking into the cracks while his mom was apparently taking a lengthy crap. I feel she should have taken him into her toilet, had him stand away from her and at the door with his nose against it. That worked well for me 15 years earlier when I was babysitting.
stinky restroom
Me and some friends hung out for a night of drinks then hung out at home until 2 a.m. Everyone started leaving and one the girls excused herself to 5he restroom for a couple of minutes. As soon as she opened the door I could smell a meaty stink. When I went to use it it still smelled and lingered for several minutes. Phew.
Bianca
Yucky
I had a yucky morning yesterday. My poops were the type that were falling apart. I did almost 4 of these in one morning. My ???? was sick too, and I ended up washing peanut butter barf out of the bathroom sink because I didn't think I could make it to the toilet. At least the vomit went through, or else I would have had some explaining to do. I'm glad nothing clogged, and I'm certainly happy it wasn't poop in the sink. For people who've had a bad ???? before, I was lucky to not poop my pants. For today, my poop was messy too, but I at least recovered my appetite. It recovered so fast in fact, my appetite was back by midmorning yesterday. Also, I know I said I don't pee in the bath anymore, but sometime a few weeks ago, I did. I wasn't really trying to pee in the bath, but down the drain. After ending up peeing in the water as it was going down, I rinsed the bathtub, and noone found out. Bye.Zip
Another Tricky Response
Tricky- it appears we had the same trajectory in terms of how comfortable you became with your shameless shitting. How do you feel about using a doorless stall in view of people you know well or family members? It seems like it could be a bit more difficult to do that. Most of the time it's in front of strangers, but there are a few friends who have seen me on the toilet. Some of them from start to finish.
I do not recall ever being harassed by anyone while I was using a doorless stall, although it's quite possible that could happen. Now I have been propositioned by a few, but never harassed.
Kendra
I am new to this site but I'd like to post an experience that I had on the memorial day weekend.
Just a brief profile. I am A white lesbian and I've been with Karen my girlfriend for over 20 years.
Only a week earlier Karen and I were hiking in the back country and we came to a waterfall. It Was a rather warm day and both Karen and I set down by the falls and we were able to enjoy some of the mist That was coming from the falls.
A week later at night when we were sleeping I was dreaming about being at those waterfalls again and the experience that we had.
Suddenly Karen woke me up. She was laughing hysterically. Apparently I had completely wet the bed. I thought it first she had played a trick on me. At first I was embarrassed but she wrapped her arms around me and just kept laughing and that helped me to overcome my embarrassment.
My question is Has anybody else Peed in their bed while dreaming About being around water or waterfalls???
Thankfully I can laugh about it now!!!
Saturday, July 03, 2021
Thunder
Various
I note Mina's post about helping with constipation....I have had a helper a few times and I think it is important to have someone with you (safety reasons) if one is straining to that extent.
I suppose the most memorable event for me was when I was heavily constipated years ago I was given an enema and sat on the toilet and the water came out and then I was pushing out rocks and were after much ggrrrunting and gasping plop....pop....plop. This went on for a while and I was totally absorbed and putting all my energy, and more, into getting the poo out of me whilst my therapist rubbed my back and encouraged me.
She then said it was time to stop pushing...I needed a rest and she would give me another enema to make things easier...she then grabbed the toilet paper and wiped my bum.....first time since I was little and it felt so good. Since then , if opportune and clogged up I go to a therapist for a repeat performance.
Now, on the subject of too poo or not to poo if the choice was given...poo definitely...I enjoy it so much and particularly in my public toilet where i can sit and meditate and mindfully poop.Tricky
Re: Audrey
You could have a literal pissing contest with friends and see who's stream can go the furthest.
If the campground in question has a public toilet with no privacy, you could do a buddy dump with others sitting next to you. I've been to campgrounds where the Mens' room had vault toilets next to each other with no stalls, visible to anyone in the room.
Some places also have outdoor toilets with no coverage. You could use one of them with others standing around. While not as exposed, I've personally sat in an outhouse that allowed anyone standing around to see my pants at my ankles and my face through a cutout in the door as I was farting and plopping away. A family was standing outside waiting for me to finish and the kids were laughing at my noises.
You could also do a buddy dump outside.
Another possibility is climbing a tree or to any height(a bluff or cliff) and taking a dump from a height to see how it splatters when it hits the ground.
Or one could designate a specific place to poop among friends and just keep leaving poop in one giant pile and watching the pile grow.
Lots of things one could do.James
Cork poos and accidents - part one
I've been reading this site since late 1997, when I was a kid, and I posted the odd time back in the day. Lockdown has given me some more time to write about accidents I had when I was young (and I was certainly an accident-prone kid), a few that I witnessed other people having, and some of the things I've noticed about them that make more sense now that I know more about how our guts work.
One thing that took me a long time to realise as a boy was the way that the first part of any poo can be a firm nugget, whether the rest is going to be a hard log, porridge-like mush or something in between. I always thought that the first bit of poo would be similar to the rest - and often this was true, but certainly not every time. What I hadn't realised was that one of the jobs of your rectum is to absorb fluid from any small amounts of poo that have arrived in it but that aren't big enough to stimulate the need to do a poo, particularly overnight - so the first part of the first poo of the day might start hard even if the rest is soft. I ended up with messy pants in all sorts of ways over the years, but some of them definitely had this as a factor, one way or another. Like some other posters, my childhood dirty pants episodes were accompanied by all sorts of feelings, depending on the situation and consistency of the accident - mostly guilt and embarrassment, but also the soft, comfortable warmth of a mushy poo-in-pants as a relief following the discomfort of desperately trying to hold it in. The size of my accidents was also influenced by my body seeming to hold the view that doing a little bit of mushy poo in your pants is like being a little bit pregnant - both as a kid and even occasionally as a teenager, once an accident of that sort started it was likely that everything would come out before I get to a toilet, whether in one big rush or several smaller squelches. I plan to write about a selection of the times I pooed myself over the next few weeks.
I lost count of the number of times I dirtied my pants as a result of a very soft poo pushing directly against my bum and urgently wanting to come out. I'll post about some of those completely soft accidents later. I have always loved to eat fruit, vegetables and other high-fibre foods, even when I was at an age where most kids would have been picky about healthy food, so very firm poo was quite unusual for me. I found sitting on the toilet letting out a soft or mushy poo satisfying, and I hated the feeling of doing a hard poo, so I would never consider changing my diet. I had many close calls where I could feel a firm nugget of poo being pushed out by a huge and seemingly high-pressure mound of soft poo behind it, but where the firmness of that lump gave me just enough grip to hold on until I could get to a toilet - often just after getting home from school, or from the park. Most of my accident-proneness came from this mushier, more urgent poo, and this is where having a 'cork' of firm poo could help. Usually, if I did need to do a large and solid log as a child, I could hold it for hours without any problems.
However, there were also plenty of times when, for one reason or another, even a firm initial nugget like this wasn't enough to save my pants. Throughout my schooldays, I was always terribly shy about asking to go to the toilet - and equally shy about using the toilets themselves, as they were often smelly, dirty and (in secondary school) filled with bullies. Often, by the time I was desperate enough to consider setting foot in the toilets, the sight of the loo was enough to make me let go, and I would stand close to the doorway to the toilets with warm mush rushing into my pants, leaving me with a decision about whether to try to find a cubical and empty out my pants as best I could, or carry on with the rest of my day sitting in my mess and hoping that no-one noticed. If I made the latter call and then needed to go again later, I often didn't manage to hold on for any prolonged time, although I wouldn't actively push it out unless it was horribly uncomfortable and not coming out of its own accord for some reason. Very often, I would find myself having a second or even third accident, with a medium or large and very soft poo running out into my underwear to join the existing mess. Luckily I always wore pants with a wide elasticated band around the legs and waist, so I almost never had any problems with poo escaping into my trousers, other than perhaps a little bit in the seat where it got squished out when I sat down in it.
One accident that happened like that must have been when I was about eight, and in Year 3 at school. Our school day was divided into four sessions, with a short morning and afternoon period of playtime, and a longer break for lunch. On this particular day, I had had a slightly unsettled feeling in my ???? through the day, but not enough to stop me having a cooked lunch as usual. Not a sicky feeling, just a kind of sense that something low down in my belly wasn't quite right. However, all through the lesson after lunch I could feel myself needing to do a poo more and more. I particularly remember the sensation of the urge to poo coming in waves - I would hold on hard for a moment or two, and then get a few minutes of relief. I really thought I would be able to get to the afternoon playtime - and so the school toilets - without any problems, but in the last few minutes the pressure really built up, and now I could feel a solid lump of poo (what turned out to be the cork) starting to push its way out. I clamped down with all my might, and again was able to push it back, but now I was feeling anxious (I was a very anxious kid at the best of times), which only made the urge get stronger. Still, it was only a few minutes until the bell was due to go, so I didn't put my hand up to ask to be excused. With each wave of pressure, the poo would push further out, but with a lot of effort I could just about get it to go back in.
The next moment though, I felt a surge of pressure and the firm ball of poo popped right out and into my pants. I could feel it nestled between my bum-cheeks, and it was a sphere of about an inch and a half in diameter. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could feel that a little bit of mush might have followed it, as things felt quite moist down there. The presence of this small lump of poo wasn't too worrying in itself, as I knew I could use toilet roll to pick up a ball like that and put it in the toilet without more than a slight skidmark if I could get to the loo in time. However, I now had a much larger poo with the consistency of Ready-Brek wanting to push its way out, and it felt like the pressure increased ten-fold. Almost exactly at the moment the bell went, and whilst I was still sitting down, the whole lot defeated my exhausted bottom and piled out into my pants - I was leaning right back in my chair, and so the warm and squelchy feeling of the poo coming out was accompanied by the sensation of it flowing to the front of my underwear.
I knew from past experience of classroom accidents that I wasn't going to be able to clean this kind of mess up in the school toilets (although when I was older I started to become something of a master at doing just that), so I went out to the playground and tried to keep myself to myself - I remember feigning interest in a patch of brambles at the far side of the field so I could stay squatting as much as possible and not walk around too much. At least the poo felt very warm and soft, and not at all uncomfortable. This wasn't my first school accident by any means, but in recent months I'd been doing better and more of my poos-in-pants had been on the way home rather than in the classroom.
Our final lesson that day was quiet reading time, and we were allowed to go to the school library if we wanted. I asked to do so, which meant I could stay out of the way of the teacher and most of the other kids. I settled down on a large bean bag (less risk of squashing poo all over the place than with a hard chair), found a favourite book, and settled down to read. However, I still had the uneasy rumbling feeling low down in my ???? of a slightly upset stomach (just a sense that things were maybe a bit loose down there), and about half an hour later the urge to poo came back - this time the pressure mounted faster than before, as there was no 'cork' to hold back the wave. I tried to hold on for a little while, but I was very aware of the mess already in my pants and the chance that I wasn't going to make it even if I tried, and so before long another large mound of poo was adding itself to what was already in there. There was much less anxiety this time - the worst had already happened - and the warmth and softness was oddly soothing. The fact I was sitting on a soft bean bag meant it came out very easily and distributed itself quite evenly throughout my underwear. I suspect the smell would have given me away if there had been anybody sitting close to me, but it wasn't especially strong and it was a very quiet accident, so as far as I know no-one else ever found out.
At hometime, I was keen to walk straight home with my mum so that I could try and sneak into the bathroom and do my best to clean up without getting found out (I'm not sure what I thought I was going to do with my pants - probably empty them out, wrap them in toilet paper and hide them under my bed, which was how I often tried to hide accidents back then). However, my little brother wanted to stop and play in the nearby park. To try not to draw attention to myself I found a swing and (gingerly) sat on it, then tried not to move as little as possible. However, whilst I was sat there I suddenly needed to go again, and this time there was barely any delay between the first sense of pressure and my third poo accident of the afternoon. This time, because I was sat on the swing, and despite trying to lift myself off a little bit as it came out, it mostly went backwards and up towards the small of my back. This time, it felt a bit runny coming out rather than just mushy, but not so much that I was worried it was going to go all the way down my legs, and it certainly wasn't liquid. By now, I could feel that the seat of my trousers was damp, although they were a dark brown material so there wasn't much to see. I tried to pull the back of my trousers and pants away from my skin so I could sneak a look at what was going on in there - I could see a mass of yellow-orange poo going right up to the waistband, and to my slight horror I'd got poo all over the finger that I'd used to pull back the material, and it was trying to squish its way up through the gap and go onto my school shirt as well! I quickly let go, and snuck off to find some leaves to clean my finger - which I now tried not to touch anything else with.
We soon left the park and went home. My plan to clean up in secret was immediately foiled by the fact that my mum smelled what I'd done the moment we were inside the house. She wasn't angry, but took me upstairs to the bathroom and peeled off my trousers and then pants whilst I stood in the bath to catch the globs that fell off. Quite a bit had found its way into the seat of my trousers (presumably whilst I was sat on the swing), but they were salvageable with a hot wash, and nothing had gone further down my legs than the top of my thighs. I can't quite remember, but I think my pants probably went in the bin - I remember a feeling of guilty pride that I'd filled them so comprehensively. It must have been obvious to my mum that something had given me a bit of an upset stomach - I was lucky the poo was just soft and (with the final accident) a little bit runny, not liquid.
The next morning at school, I had another close call with slightly runny poo behind a cork of firmer poo, but that time I was able to get to the toilet in time before the cork popped out, leaving me with no problem beyond trying to wipe my bum with the hard, shiny loo roll that most schools in the UK had back then. After that, my bowels went back to their usual soft-to-mushy pattern.Pebbles
More diarrhoea in Hungary
I realised the other day that the story I posted about paprika-induced diarrhoea in Budapest was actually the second time I had suffered from diarrhoea while on holiday in Hungary. The first time was over 10 years ago and not quite so dramatic, but perhaps still a story worth telling.
I was attending a youth event in Hungary with my boyfriend (now husband). This involved staying in dormitory accommodation with large communal bathrooms. The day we arrived we had been travelling for over 12 hours without anything to eat since breakfast. We went to the building where the main event was taking place but we were too late to get any food there. There was a bar though, so we were able to get some drinks. I didn't drink alcohol when I was younger, so I had a glass of apple juice.
I sat in the bar for a couple of hours before I got bored. My boyfriend was drinking beer and every time he got himself a beer, he bought me a glass of apple juice. I don't know how many glasses I drank but it was quite a lot and on an empty stomach. Eventually I had had enough; everyone else at the event was quite drunk, my boyfriend knew lots of people there and I didn't, so I decided to go back to the dormitory and go to bed. I said goodbye to my boyfriend and set off.
The accommodation was in a separate building a few streets away. At the point at which I left the bar, I figured it would be easy to find it but within a few minutes I was lost. I must have taken a wrong turn because I ended up in a park I hadn't seen before. It was dark - probably 2am in the morning by this point - and I started freaking out a bit about the fact that I was lost and on my own in the middle of Hungary. I was walking across the park as quickly as possible when I suddenly felt a weird churning sensation in my stomach. It was just like this huge pressure came out of nowhere and I realised I needed to get to a toilet, fast. I stood still for a moment to get my bearings and it was so quiet in the park that I could hear my stomach gurgling.
Grimacing, I turned around and began to retrace my steps back towards the bar. As I did so, I realised where I'd taken a wrong turning and was able to head off in the correct direction towards the dormitory. But with every step I took, the pressure in my stomach was getting worse. It was such a weird feeling - as if my entire insides had turned to liquid. I felt like I was going to have terrible diarrhoea.
Eventually I made it to the dormitory building and ran upstairs to the communal toilet area. Luckily it was quiet at this time of the night and all the cubicles were empty. I rushed into the nearest one, slammed the door behind me and pulled down my tight yellow shorts and knickers. As soon as my bottom hit the toilet I exploded and was powerless to stop wave after wave of diarrhoea coming out of me. At first the diarrhoea was quite mushy and it was splattering out of me onto the porcelain below. They had quite unusual toilets in Hungary where all your poop tended to land on a little ledge rather than in the water at the bottom of the bowl. Once the first waves of mush were over, the diarrhoea turned to pure liquid, literally pouring out of me. Every time I thought I was done I would be hit by another cramp, causing me to groan and grab my belly. My insides would then contract and expel another wave of brown liquid into the toilet.
The smell was horrendous and it was such a strange experience because I'd felt absolutely fine all day and I hadn't eaten anything that could have disagreed with me. I can only imagine that drinking so much apple juice on an empty stomach had had some sort of laxative effect on my bowels.
Finally I felt secure enough to stand up and wipe. My bottom was a disaster zone after so much diarrhoea and it felt like this was a situation that was going to require a LOT of toilet paper to clean up... That was the point at which I realised there was no toilet paper in the cubicle. Not only was there no toilet paper, there wasn't even a dispenser for toilet paper in the cubicle. Oh no!
I realised that this must be one of those places where the toilet paper dispensers are outside the cubicles and you're supposed to take the paper you need before you go into the cubicle. I'd experienced this when travelling in Europe before, but hadn't thought to check this time. Tentatively, I opened the door to the cubicle and peered out. I was right; on the far side of the room by the door there was a big dispenser on the wall.
Now I just had to get over there. My bum was so messy that I didn't want to pull up my shorts and knickers so I stepped out of them. It was the middle of the night and the toilet had been completely empty so far, so I figured I could risk a quick dash across the room to the dispenser and back without anyone seeing me. That turned out to be an error of judgement!
I was most of the way across the room to the dispenser when a woman walked in to the toilets. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me and just stared. I guess I looked pretty weird; I was naked from the waist down, with a blue vest on my top half.
"I'm just getting some toilet paper," I said, pointing at the dispenser. "There isn't any in the stalls, you need to take some before you go in."
"Oh", she said, surprised, and looked at the dispenser. Like me, she was a visitor here for the youth event. She took a couple of sheets from the dispenser, paused, then took a couple more and handed them to me as she walked past.
"Thanks!", I said. "I think I may need a few more though", I added as I grabbed as many sheets as I could out of the dispenser.
"Yeah, looks like it!" the girl said and I realised to my horror that she had turned around and got a view of my messy arse. I was so humiliated that I wished the earth would open up and swallow me. I can only imagine what I must have looked like, because the clean up in the cubicle took ages, with mushy poop smeared everywhere.
I had stomach cramps and pains all night, with another mad dash to the toilet required around 4am. That wave of diarrhoea passed off without incident. And luckily, when I ultimately woke up properly around 9am the next morning my stomach felt absolutely fine again. I guess the apple juice had completely cleaned me out!
Thunder - Thank you for all the advice. I do normally enjoy pooping, so long as I am not constipated. I haven't had many opportunities to sit on public toilets for the past year or so because I have been working at home due to the pandemic. But hopefully I will get more opportunities over the coming months. I did go into the office this week and unexpectedly had to have a BM there. I hadn't planned to, but I drank an espresso before I left home, then I had a meeting where someone made me quite a strong americano out of the coffee machine, and that definitely seemed to wake my insides up. By the end of meeting I was feeling desperate enough to try using the office toilets. Not many people were in so when I got to the toilets they were completely empty and my poop was one of those satisfying ones that just slides out really quickly. So overall that was a positive experience!
Emma two
Diarrhoea at work
My last poo was four days ago on Sunday afternoon and on Thursday morning I was working on some invoices at work when I got a stomach cramp and I felt a sort of gurgling bubbling sensation in my stomach which I knew would be diarrhoea. I felt embarrassed to do it at work but I had no choice and I got up from my desk to walk to the toilets. As soon as I got to my feet I got another cramp and I felt like a bomb was about to go off in my bowels. I speed walked out of the office and it must have been obvious to anyone that saw me I was desperate to go. I got into the corridor and and as the office door closed behind me I felt a little wetness between my bum cheeks and I grabbed my bottom as I walked towards the toilets. My boss saw me and she asked me if I was ok which was embarrassing. I told her I had to go as I rushed into the toilets and I as soon as I got inside I found all the cubicles were vacant which was a relief and I took the nearest one to the door as I didn't have time to be choosy. I ripped down my leggings together with my knickers and threw myself onto the toilet seat as I started to go but I miss judged it and I shot out a jet of diarrhoea over the back of the toilet seat and I quickly moved myself forward as I continued to go. The first wave went on for about fifteen seconds and when it stopped I felt a little better but I knew there was more to come. I pushed another load of soft poo into the toilet and after that I felt a lot better. I wiped my bottom six times and flushed the toilet. Then I looked at my poor knickers and they were ruined. Nothing got on my leggings thankfully so I took them off and the next problem was what to do with my soiled knickers. I thought about hiding them in the sanitary bin but it was empty so I couldn't hide them. I couldn't flush them down the toilet in case it didn't flush them away. I thought sod it and I put them in the bin anyway and left quickly before anyone came in and found them. I just hope that whoever found them would know they were mine were mine but at least I didn't poo myself in the office I guess.
Tricky
Re: Tom
I often think about how cool it would be if I never needed to crap again. Many times I've been forced by necessity to dump at the side of the road outside during a long bike ride, or use a doorless stall or exposed toilet in an emergency with other people in the restroom, or while at work had to do the awkward walk of shame out of the Mens' room after the cleaning lady has been waiting outside the door for 5-10 minutes. It's awkward. I eat so much that holding it in for more than a few minutes is not viable. I'm used to pooping 3-4 times a day on most days, generally after each meal and sometimes again in the evening or night. If I skip any of them, the next time the need arises a clog is likely. I frequently clog toilets with my productions and keep a bent coat hangar handy near my home commode because the low flow toilets cannot handle my loads without them being broken up, in which subsequently multiple flushes are required. Since not all of my dumps occur at home, and many of them occur at others' homes or in public places, I've caused many clogs outside of home and had no choice but to own up to it. I've been the cause of clogged commodes scores of times in public places or away my home base commode.
So not having to poop would save me a lot of grief and embarrassment, eliminate any anxiety regarding whether my biological necessity is going to clog someone's toilet or a public commode, and free up about 20-30 minutes of each day. But I would miss the physical sensation of it. I do like the feeling of a good dump. It's like no other.
Sherryl
Reply to Audrey
Hey girl. So I do have a few outdoor pee/poop ideas for you. First, find a good sized tree to lean up against and do a wall sit and poop. You can also sit on an old tire and use that for a potty. Try finding a log out in the middle of a river and sit on it and pee or poop from it. Use leaves to wipe with. See if you can find a fallen tree to sit on and use that for your potty. If you're still able to climb up trees, climb up one and sit down on a sturdy branch and pee/poop from that. Squat on the edge of a creek or river and pee/poop in to it and watch your poo flow down stream. Try making a square toilet out of logs. If you live within walking or driving distance of a beach, see if you can find a rock to sit on to piss, or an entanglement of drift wood sticks that make a cover and use that as your bathroom. And of course, you can't go wrong with the classic pop a squat in the woods.
Hope this helps and inspires you.Hannah
Sometimes in college, you don't have time to go to the bathroom. That's why sometimes when I'm studying in the library or taking a test in class I'll just pee in my pants right then and there. I wear black track pants that don't show any wetness and the chairs at my college are made of a fabric that also doesn't show any wetness so I can pee in my pants completely unnoticed. A couple of months ago, I had to pee really bad during a final so I just relaxed and peed my pants. It After the test was done, I stayed in my wet pants all day and I don't think anybody ever noticed. Does anybody else do this?Deb
My period and diarrhea continues
Hello, my name is Deb.
I posted the other day about having really bad diarrhea last Thursday and how I had three accidents at work that day. It was so bad. Then I got my period and bled through my pants on Friday and didn't have any pants of clean panties to change into. It was really, really embarrassing.
It's Tuesday morning and I still have my period and it is still very heavy. I've been wearing Always Extra Heavy Overnight pads since Friday. The diarrhea hasn't let up either, but luckily I have been wearing these huge pads when I haven't been able to make it to a toilet in time. I have bled through my pants a few times, once over the weekend when my husband, daughter and I were out getting groceries. It's been crazy hot here the past few days and I didn't have anything to tie around my waist. The heat has also made things very uncomfortable for me with having a heavy period and diarrhea at the same time.
I did go to see my naturopathic doctor and she came me some supplements to help with my bowels and my heavy periods. She said that it would take time for my body to adjust to them and that things might actually get a bit worse before they get better. Great. I just hope things get better for me soon because this peri-menopause thing totally sucks. My hormones are all over the place which is why my periods are so heavy an unpredictable and my bowels are so loose and uncontrollable at times.
I just hope that the accidents stop soon! It's so embarrassing waking around or having to stay in my pants and panties after I have had diarrhea in them. Plus there's my heavy period bleeding leaking through my pad, panties and pants all the time.
Well, that's all for now. I'll be back with updates soon.
Thanks for reading.
Deb.
Anna from Austria
Pee survey
1. It comes all at once
2. i am the perfect hisser I guess.
3. i always fart when I pee.
4. I once heard a certain someone I know quite well doing a very loud gushing stream at the toilet at work. Until that point I though that we hisser are more louder than the gushers but that lady proved me wrong. The first gush was quite silent but then after a big fart the next gush was way louder than another fart and the last gush was the loudest.
Especially the farts were a big surprise for me. Normally the gals at work rarely fart. Until I heard that special someone I thought I was the only pee farter at our office.
That's it for today
Greetings from Austria
AnnaAnna from Austria
Pee fart survey for the ladies
The survey of lesbian on the toilet inspired me to another pee fart survey for my fellow ladies
I always need to fart when I pee or like another lady that answered lesbian on the toilet almost poetically said there is no rain without thunder. This describes my pretty well.
But in my surroundings pee farts from the other gals at my office for example never happened. It just happened once.
I no wonder if the style of peeing correlates with the frequency of pee farts.
I no want to ask which pee style my fellow ladies have that need to fart any time when they pee. I am rather strong hisser.
I am not fully sure if the style has to with anything because the only other lady that I heard doing pee farts was a gusher.
I am still curious though if the style of peeing can have anything to with that. I always wondered why I was the only one in the true world in my surroundings doing that while it happens to lots of other ladies online.
Greetings from Äustria
AnnaDavid P
Part 2 of Constipation finally over: Stretched bumhole
I was so amazed I had to write part 2. After passing that super long beast turd that was over a foot long, maybe 1 and a half feet. I had to go again that night and passed two more logs about 4 inches long. Then the next morning after breakfast I had the urge to pass yet another log, so I went off to the loo, sat down and straightened my back on tip toes once again.I sat for about 30 seconds but this time I needed to push to help it on its way, then out came a huge fat hard turd it stretched my bumhole wide open and it was kind of painful. It slowly came out stretching my bum even more until it plopped into the toilet. I looked and it was a hard 5 inch log when I wiped there was blood on the paper and my bum felt very sore for hours after. So that was one over a foot long poo, two 4 inch turds and a 5 inch wide log in less than 24 hours. I wondered where all that poo came from, like I say I was badly constipated for days before and did not have a proper poo for around two weeks before that so I must have been pretty backed up to have such a performance.
All for now
David P
Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Mike
To Eileen
Hi yes it sure was have you had any big poops recently im glad you are OK and luckily you managed to find a quiet place to pee and not having an accident it's a shame this site doesn't exchange pics or live chats while we visit the toilet look forward to your next post speak soon Mike xxxxAudrey
Does anybody have anymore camping/outdoor pee and poo ideas?Tom
I'd like to know the consesus in this. Do you wish we could live without having to shit? And If the option was there to never ever needing to shit again would you take it? I googled up what would happen if you stopped pooping and read that in 2015 a teenage girl in the UK died from not pooing for eight weeks which is very sad, I feel much pitty for the family to loose there daughter for constipation. So do not try holding only ask if you had the hypothetical choice would you take it.
Thunder
Toilet Artistry
In Australia there is a famous art competition, whereby artist have to paint a portrait of somebody well known.
This artist decided to paint a picture of a well known and successful Asian Chef.
The chef described herself as an artist also ,except her art ends up down the toilet!
the actual portrait artist sized on this and painted her depicted on the toilet and by her facial expression was pushing out a hard one.
His painting got hung in the exhibition which was a credit to him because their are hundreds of entries and only a few dozen are hung!
That painting would have been seen by tens of thousands of people.
I have to apologise for the post for the posts I send from the public toilets as I make a few mistakes as the light is not that bright.Olivia
I had a hard day at work, so I spent the night drinking. I have a close friend I've recently rekindled a friendship with, and she video called me. I answered on my laptop, the camera centered on my face. I realized in the first five minutes I really needed to pee. I leaked a few times, but didn't make it obvious. Whenever I need to pee so bad it hurts, I kind of 50/50 accidentally pee, and purposely pee. I couldn't stand the pain any more, so I just let go. She didn't know at all, and I felt so much better.Carlie B.
Replies
To Mary: I loved your story about Lindsey. As a fellow big dumper, I can totally relate to her. If she worked there any longer, perhaps your cleaning staff would have provided plungers in each stall - that's what happened at my current office after I'd clogged the toilets too much. Your story also made me wonder how often others get blamed for a toilet that I myself clogged and left.
To Carin: Great story about saving your biggest dumps for more private bathrooms back in high school.
To Olivia: Wonderful story about your roommate. First and foremost tell her thanks for all the work she's done as a nurse over the last year or so, she's a real hero! Also welcome her to the club of big poopers! My roommates can totally relate to you having to put up with her clogging the toilet daily. As I've said here before, being such a huge crapper is both a blessing and a curse!Mina
Dear Tom
I hope you get many of responses.
Our response is: I and my crushes don't want to live without having to poo. We enjoy pooing, we looking forward to beautiful motion every day. Maho, she is a Catholic, she said, "If I go Heaven after die, I ask God to make it possible that I poo, and give me nice beautiful place where I can poo long long time and huge volume with comfy feeling." Because she suspect, in Heaven it is not need to poo.
Her 3 crushes agree with her. Of course we hope we can go Heaven, and maybe God will give us beautiful place with loo which is big size and fit four people so we can poo together. There will be many beautiful flowers around us, pretty butterflies will fly about and sweet birds will sing, while we pooing. And angel will play flute and harp.
Love from Mina
Kristi
HAD TO GO
So it's been too long since I've posted.
I'm sitting on the toilet as I type. I've managed to squeeze out a little bit of poop, but I'm definitely not done. After I post I'll get down to business.
So this last weekend my husband and I were at a friend's house for board game night (yeah, I know. We're real exciting.)
It was about 9:30 when I started to feel like I had to poop.
Now, at home, or in a public restroom, I'm about as comfortable as it gets as far as taking a dump is concerned. And I'm not uncomfortable using other people's bathrooms.
It's just that if I went to the bathroom and took longer than a few minutes, everyone knows. Everyone's thinking it. KRISTI'S POOPING.
Now, these are good friends. The hosts are one of my best girlfriends (Amber) and her husband (Rob).
Amber is pretty comfortable about her bathroom habits when she's around me. She's pooped at my house several times, I've pooped at hers, we've pooped in stalls next to each other.
But there are 3 other couples at game night who I'm not as familiar with. I don't really want everyone sitting around waiting for me to take my dump. Nor do I need people to go in and smell the effects.
And I HATE rushing. I like to take my sweet ass (pun intended). I'll sit on the throne for 30 minutes sometimes.
So, I hold it in. For an hour. After that hour, holding it in was not an option anymore. Not only did I need to take a poop, but I needed to pee badly as well.
I pulled Amber aside and asked if I could use her upstairs bathroom. She just smiled and said "Of course."
At this point I have to pee extremely urgently. I quickly made my way upstairs and went into their master bathroom.
I don't know how I even got my jeans off in time but I made it.
The instant my butt hit the seat, I felt the most incredible surge of relief. (Admit it, people. It feels good to go!)
My body was in complete control. I couldn't have held it in (both bodily functions) if my life depended on it.
As soon as I sat down I just started peeing a river. This wasn't a little tinkle. This was a Niagara Falls.
Within seconds of starting to pee, I was pooping. No pushing required. I just felt what I knew was a nice, long log just basically fall out of me. It was so sudden and so relieving (and I'm still peeing a river) that I let out a little gasp of relief... followed by a fart that I prayed wasn't heard downstairs.
I finally finished pissing after what must have been 30-45 seconds. If I had been done on the toilet, I MIGHT have been able to go downstairs in time for people to assume I had just peed (although they're probably wondering why I'm upstairs).
But as I breathed a sigh of relief from that initial burst, I realized that I was definitely NOT done. I still had some serious pooping to do.
I stood up and looked in the bowl. It was... big. Big enough that I decided I should flush. I was concerned that if I added to the contents of the toilet that I might clog it.
So I sat back down with a sigh. I then pushed out a pretty big dump (that definitely would have clogged the toilet if I hadn't flushed before.) At this point, it's been about 10 minutes. I figure that everybody downstairs knows that Kristi's pooping and that I should just relax. Wipe, flush, spray a ton of air freshener, wash hands, and back downstairs.
As it turned out, the only one who teased me was my dear husband in the car ride home.
Opal
An intersting theory+ an outdoor pee story
Hi,
Just sat down on the toilet for a good pee, and thought I'd tell you about what I did yesterday after my last post.
Yesterday, I ran all the way back behind the yard and walked until I found a bush to squat behind. (I wanted to be both hidden enough and far enough as to where if someone approached me, I'd have enough time to pull up my pants!) The sage brush was kind of scratchy on my feet, so maybe next time I should wear sneakers instead of flip flops. I pulled down my pants and squatted. The breeze felt very cool on the parts that...don't usually see the light of day. I allowed myself to relax and let it all go. It made a muddy spot, and the bottoms of my flip flops got a little bit muddy. (I think it would be gross to get pee mud on my bare feet, but I think I'd feel better if it was my own pee mud.) I then pulled up my pants and ran as fast as I could. I hope I have another chance to do it! I also want to poop out there, but that'd take a little more planning.
I have a theory: I fart less than average. No, I'm not one of the mean girls who pretends that she never poops or farts. If I was, I wouldn't be here! I am a chubby girl, and I read that chubby people fart less, and thin people fart more and are healthier. I remember some nights when I overate, and thought the gas would kill me after I got in bed, but felt new after doing some farts...yes, smelly, noisy ones. So I wish I farted more often. I think I'd feel better. Anyway, today's poop feels stuck. Maybe I should go squat outside after all.
Bye for now!
Lots of love,
Opalkmd
Comments
Anna from Austria - I enjoy your posts including the thought you put into them. Laxatives can be tricky as certain types of laxative can be unpredictable.
Emma two - liked your latest posts
Pebbles - I appreciate the effort you put into writing your posts including the recent one where you were on holiday with your husband.
Just another girl - good to read a post from you again
Iris
Struggling and survey
Hi all, it's me again. I feel like I've gone backwards. Over the last couple of weeks I have been doing really well with my shyness, even managing to take a crap at school but all this week I haven't managed to pee around others once. I've tried every day, I even spent my entire hour lunch break on the toilet trying to pee and I couldn't do it. I've had to excuse myself and go during my lessons and I'm not enjoying it one bit. What happened? I went from peeing around others to not being able to and nothing has changed. I haven't managed to crap while using the toilets during lessons either, I have waited until I got home.
1. Does your pee usually come out all at once or is it more of a "stop-and-start" stream?
I usually pee briefly, pause, and then pee continuously until empty with a few stop starts at the end
2. Are you more of a hisser or a gusher?
2a. If neither, describe your pee stream in detail.
I hiss!
3. Do you fart when you pee?
Almost every time. I try not to fart in public so it all comes out on the toilet.
4. Describe the most interesting-sounding pee stream(s) you've heard when using a public bathroom.
I haven't really heard any, sorry.
Opal
Poop on a vacation
Hi,
I've missed you all so much! As I begin writing this, I just finished a really satisfying poop, but I haven't wiped yet. I'm at my grandma's house and have some stories about traveling.
OK, so I wiped, and I stood and turned around to look at my poop before flushing. (Who else here does that?)
For the first few days of this trip, I was pooping every other day. I felt a little bit clogged up and uncomfortable. Anyway, I'd mostly had snack food as well as going to two restaurants.
Of course, my poor dad forgot his Squatty Potty, which helps me a lot as well, and my mom, who almost always has diarrhea, has also been constipated. (I naturally inherited constipation from my dad, and suffered from it a lot especially in my preteen years.)
Yesterday, we arrived at Grandma's house, and I went upstairs and took a poop within an hour of arriving. Half an hour before arriving I tried going at a gas station and nothing would come out. But I was super relieved when I went because I was worried I'd poop my pants. I remember at the gas station leaning forward, grunting and straining, and instead of pooping, I just had pee painfully leaking out of a bladder that wasn't ready to be emptied. I think I tend to poop every day, usually the meals from the day before, but since I hadn't pooped the day before, I think it was Saturday's green chili dinner. It was a pretty good sized poop, too.
This morning I just sat down to pee, but a big load of poop just slid right out. I think I pooped out Sunday night's chili from Wendy's. It burned a little, but that's because it was spicy chili. It was nice and soft, and left me feeling kinda warm and moist inside. I love that feeling. Who else knows what I'm describing?
Just over 2 years ago, I remember I was at a gas station and had a really hard time pooping. As a general rule, when I poop better, I sleep better.
On Saturday, in the motel's pool, I peed twice and no one even noticed! The water pressure around me made it a bit hard, but really warm and relaxing. To make it easier, I squatted down and let myself become one with the water, which helped the pee flow out. I also pee in the shower whenever I get the chance.
Marie, I'm 16 right now! I love your story about Amanda. I wish I had a friend my age who I could talk to about poop. And believe it or not, I actually enjoy hearing the poop farts, as I enjoy hearing little plops and sighs.
Sherryl, I really liked your story! I don't know what you ate to make that much poop.
Mary, I wonder if Lindsey's "gift" is the same as my dad's! Tell her I said hi!
Bianca, I know that ghost urge! It happened to me a lot when I was a little kid. I'd do a crackly fart, and my mom would ask me if I needed to poop. I was always too embarrassed to admit it, but she was usually right. A few times I ignored her and held in too long, and then I did a big fart. The next thing I knew, a warm, steaming turd squished through my undies as I walked, clenching my legs together to the toilet. This happened several times when I was 8. A few times, I'd have two logs inside of me, when I did one in my pants, and when I sat down on the toilet to clean up, the next one came plopping right out.
Tom, no, I enjoy pooping way too much! I've read that letting out a big poop is relaxing because the poop pushes out the walls of your colon, and it stretches your anus really wide, and after it comes out, the colon starts to go back to normal size, which is very relaxing. The term for it is poophoria.
Emma 2, I've peed outside a handful of times, including last week in my backyard, but I only pooped outside once, when I was 12. I've wanted to do it again ever since! I'd love to poop in the rain. I think we're going camping tonight, so maybe I can pee outside. I just hope I don't get caught! I have to pee right now, so I'll look for an opportunity to do it in the big field behind the fence, but I might just go inside. Peeing is especially relaxing when you have to run somewhere to do it.
Hugs and best wishes, OpalMiranda
That peeing question
That peeing question being discussed--stream, hissing, gushing and other items is largely dependent on the toilet. Old or newer? Residential or commercial? Only toilet in the room or one of 20? Is there a fan on top of you or any type of acoustical barrier? I'm most comfortable peeing into the toilet at my parents' house. It is smaller, more comfortable, and my pee stream is a gusher that leaves a lot of bubbles on top of the yellow water. I sit all the way back on that toilet.
At my college, where the huge bathroom is often crowded on each floor of the dorm, these are large commercial toilets, probably about 30 or 40 years old. They've seen better days. The seats are sometimes a bit loose, the white ones have quite a bit of staining and the black ones don't have any shine. The bowls are probably 20% larger than we have at home and I will often sit over just the front of the seat. Often my pee doesn't hit the water, but rather the front of the inside of the bowl between my legs. I have less physical comfort in my seat so there's not going to be a gusher leaving between my legs.
Back in junior high, because of activities and some other things, I started using the school bathrooms multiple times a day. Most "stalls" didn't have privacy doors, and those waiting for the next available one, didn't give me or my friend Teena a lot of confidence about sitting on the toilet. I would push as hard as possible to get my craps out ASAP and I remember Teena sitting and just exposing herself for a pee, was often frustrated in getting her stream going. I, as the person using the toilet next to hers, might be able to faintly hear the patter of her pee into the bowl, but with 20 toilets, 10 in 2 rows, any hisses, whizzes, gas blasts or splats wouldn't be heard or attributable to any one. What stood out about Teena, however was her lack of confidence and head on her knees as she reluctantly used the toilet.
I see some of the same diversity in the confidence of the children I've babysat. Leah might have to try sitting down 3 times at the park before she is successful in doing a marginal pee. Amanda is the opposite. The lack of privacy doesn't faze her. She calls out 'quart' when I asked her if she was about done the other day at the gas station. That means she is having a very successful sitting experience at age 9.
David P's survey:
1. How often do you poop? Once, sometimes 2 times a day if I get interrupted with one of my poops.
2. How long can you say your turds are? Often 6 to 9 inches, but sometimes shorter but with greater width--sometimes so large that it makes the evacuation somewhat painful.
3. Does you poop smell or make large plops? Yes and Yes. Sometimes the plop will splash up my rear end.?
4. When constipated, do I notice any other health issues. Laxative tables help, as does an occasional suppository that I insert while straddling over the toilet before retaking the seat.
5.Do you like the feeling of poo hanging from your bum?
It doesn't happen a lot, but it usually means my crap is somewhat softer than the hard rock type. It doubles my wiping job.
Lavah
reply to MJ
I really enjoyed your post about your girlfriend helping you though your constipation. I've had several past partners help me through my own constipation and I've even returned the favor for them a few times. I've written about it a few times on here before. It's always nice being helped like that when you're struggling and in pain. I'm glad you didn't have to struggle alone and that you finally were able to poop. I have more stories about different people helping me poop. Hopefully I'll have time to post them soon. Take care!
Marie
Reply to Audrey
I noticed your started calling them potty spots like I do! That's so cute :)
-MarieTlana
Picnic boasts and confessions
Audrey is one of my friends at college and we spend a lot of time in class and studying. So the other day I invited her and her boyfriend, Kiefer, to the park for a cookout and kind of a party celebrating the end of the semester. The park is about a mile from their house. So when I was grilling the steaks, some of the beers I had downed were going through me. I gave the grilling responsibilities to Audrey as I hurried about 500 feet over to the bathroom building. The seat was up and I dropped it about as fast as I dropped my shorts and moved my 4'2" body up onto the seat. My stream started with a few trickles and then picked up pace that went a couple of minutes. This was not surprising because I had drank two cups of coffee before I drove to the park and started my drinking. As I sat in the very humid room with some big-time stench coming from the toilet next to mine, I heard some loud laughter from Audrey and Kiefer, then in a minute or two, some loud and almost arguing voices. I got down off the toilet, found that the faucet was broken, and hurried back outside because I was having trouble breathing.
Sure enough Audrey and Kiefer were arguing. He said he could hear me drop the seat and pee and that I had not yet learned to hold my beer
effectively. He was making fun of me and how I was sweating from head to toe. As we sat down to eat Audrey was trying to defend me and Kiefer used a bunch of stereotypes about women who he said have biologically inferior bladders, can't hold their alcohol, and a couple of other things that couldn't be printed here. As we were continuing to work through our very well done steaks, Audrey continued to go at Kiefer. She has known him since like 2nd grade and said he thinks he's set some kind of record by graduating from high school without ever having to have taken a shit at school during his K-12 years. He talked about his system being disciplined and him knowing how to hold his crap in until like 3:30 each afternoon. He said Audrey and I would never be in his league because we had to crap most every day at school. Audrey told him he was f****** up his body by not letting nature take its place. He argued that no guy could get a crap in during a 5-minute class break. Audrey said he could do it but her would have to push a little harder in order to get done faster. He said doing that would weaken his rectal muscles.
Right after we ate he asked Audrey for the car keys and said he had forgotten his phone at home. Audrey said after he had been gone about 10 minutes that he was probably shitting his brains out. She said the downside is that he usually clogs the toilet and she has to call the building super to get it cleared. Then she went in to use the toilet. When she came out she said she had laid out a double-size dump and that she had taken a picture of it with her phone. I knew she was going to rub it in Kiefer's face when he returned.
Robyn and Victoria
Lesbian on the Toilet's survey
First of all welcome! My partner Victoria and I will do your survey!
Robyn's answers:
1. Does your pee usually come out all at once or is it more of a "stop-and-start" stream?
I'm almost always stop-and-go with my pees, unless I'm very hydrated or I've been drinking.
2. Are you more of a hisser or a gusher?
2a. If neither, describe your pee stream in detail.
My pee streams hiss loudly as they echo against the bowl.
3. Do you fart when you pee?
It has been known to happen, they're generally small zipper farts unlike a certain someone here!
4. Describe the most interesting-sounding pee stream(s) you've heard when using a public bathroom.
A certain someone reading over my shoulder just gave me a nice pinch. Since I'm such a hisser I enjoy listening to women who gush on the toilet.
Victoria's turn!
1. Does your pee usually come out all at once or is it more of a "stop-and-start" stream?
All at once with a few final tinkles or dribbles.
2. Are you more of a hisser or a gusher?
2a. If neither, describe your pee stream in detail.
I am 100% a gusher. Doesn't matter how badly I need to go. It always comes out like that.
3. Do you fart when you pee?
Yep, and as was implied above they can be real bowl-rattlers.
4. Describe the most interesting-sounding pee stream(s) you've heard when using a public bathroom.
I'd never heard someone with a start-and-stop stream hiss as loudly as Robyn did the first time we saw each other on the toilet. We were at a bar during one of the first few times we saw one another socially and shared a stall to make the line shorter for others who were waiting.
I just got a pinch in return. Pinched for the truth!
Welcome again, we're so happy you're here!
Love,
Robyn and Victoria!Andrea
Lesbian on the toilet survey
1. All at once
2. I'm a hisser
3. I always fart when I pee
4. I heard a woman pissing in the next stall once. It was the loudest pissing gusher sound I ever heard from a womanBianca
Past 2 Days
These last 2 days have been crazy in the poop department. Yesterday it felt like I pooped sloppy mess a total of 6 times. One of my urges occurred at the thrift store when I was a bit worn out from walking a bunch earlier (got the post exercise shakes in my right hand). After I went poop at home, Mom asked if I stunk up the toilet, and boy I did. When I was so poop active these last few days, I sure kept the toilet busy. The toilet had so much poop to swallow that it was like it was celebrating Thanksgiving, lol! Perhaps I'm pooping a bunch since my period will be here soon. Besides being busy on the toilet from time to time, I played with some of my new air putty (the old green one got too dry), shredded my diet soda box, and enjoyed some reading. My poop has stopped now, let's see how it goes tomorrow. Bye.
Taylor
Pee Survey (for the ladies) - answers
1. Does your pee usually come out all at once or is it more of a "stop-and-start" stream?
It comes out all at once, I don't even stop and start right at the end.
2. Are you more of a hisser or a gusher?
2a. If neither, describe your pee stream in detail.
I have a gentle neat and tidy stream. I rarely hiss but it's not a gush either. Imagine a watering can (without the sprinkler, obviously)
3. Do you fart when you pee?
Sometimes if I need to poop but it is uncommon.
4. Describe the most interesting-sounding pee stream(s) you've heard when using a public bathroom.
The most interesting pee stream I have heard was a lady hissing next to me, it kept changing in pitch up and down in a smooth arc. It was bizarre.
David P
Survey for Jasmin K or any one who wants to answer it
Survey Questions for Jasmin K:
from reading your recent posts and comments to me it looks like you have experienced very similar to me relating to pooing. You also said feel free to ask you questions what we wanted to know and I am too curious not to. Sorry for the many questions do not feel you have to answer ones you do not feel comfortable with.
Anyone is welcome to answer this survey other than Jas K
1) How often do you poo?
2) How long (cm/inch) would you say your typical turds were?
3) Does your poo typically smell or make loud plops? - (for me I do not tend to smell my poo even when constipated. But maybe that is just it is my own poo.)
4) from being constipated have you noticed any other health issues? - for me I have terrible acid indigestion from a hernia that makes eating or drinking anything so very hard. I am only young and it makes me worried, do you have this or tips to help if you do?
5) do you like the feeling of a poo hanging from your bum? I guess as they are so long you need to rest and they stay half way out. Is this correct?
Go into as much detail or little detail as you are comfortable with.
Just Another Girl
Reply to Survey
Here's my response to the survey posted by A Lesbian on the Toilet:
1. Does your pee usually come out all at once or is it more of a "stop-and-start" stream?
As a rule it comes out all at once in a very strong flow. I drink a lot of water and coffee during the day, so when I need to go it all just comes out!
2. Are you more of a hisser or a gusher?
2a. If neither, describe your pee stream in detail.
I start off by hissing, and then the hissing eventually turns into gushing before returning back to hissing and tapering off. I don't know if that makes sense, but I hope it does! :)
3. Do you fart when you pee?
Usually I do...and sometimes it can be very loud!
4. Describe the most interesting-sounding pee stream(s) you've heard when using a public bathroom.
I think the most interesting-sounding one I've ever heard in a public bathroom was one that sounded like someone steadily pouring a gentle but strong stream of water into the toilet bowl. It went on for (I think) at least a minute. That's pretty incredible - a minute is a very long time, relatively speaking at least!
I have written some stories about me and my friend that may interest you; if you look back to around the beginning of the year, you will find them. I will be seeing my friend soon - so hopefully I will have another story to write in the near future :)
Marie
A Lesbian Pee Survey
1. Does your pee usually come out all at once or is it more of a "stop-and-start" stream?
It comes out like spurt pause stream and then finishing spurt
2. Are you more of a hisser or a gusher?
I am a hisser
2a. If neither, describe your pee stream in detail.
Sorry not special like that Hehehehe
3. Do you fart when you pee?
There is no rain without thunder
4. Describe the most interesting-sounding pee stream(s) you've heard when using a public bathroom.
One time this lady was peeing and it sounded like the butterfly from that one spongebob episode
-Marie
Monday, June 28, 2021