Mina
Giza Pyramid
Hi everyone, we hope you don't have corona.
We bought four potties for toddler! We put in shed which is on balcony of green flat. Now we waiting for fine day when nobody in us is period, then we will do group motion all at same time. But now very heavy rain everywhere in Japan. When we do, I tell you story.
Last week I had to do motion while I was telework. I couldn't go in morning, but around 11 o'clock I felt urge very strong, so when I finish task I said Hisae, "I go to loo and long time."
Hisae said, "I go when I finish this task." She is so sweet!
I sat down on loo and started to do. We arrange computer so if we are Zoom, nobody can see loo. So it is safe to sit down and do with loo door open even Hisae is working.
Ten minutes later, Hisae appeared at door. "You still doing?" But she didn't surprise. Because I usually stay on loo more long time than ten minutes, old timers of this site know that.
Hisae said, " I texted Maho and Kazuko. Maybe they come soon." I said nothing because I was busy to pinch bakery. After my bottom stop to work, I give strong breath. I am a relief!
Hisae said, I want to see." So I stand up and turn to wall. Hisae looking, she shout. "Minappé it is pyramid of Giza in loo!!"
I look. Yes it is exactly like pyramid! I did pile of mushy which climb out of water level and pointed at top!
Hisae said, "I hope Kazuko and Maho come soon." Just that time, balcony window open, and Kazuko and Maho appear! Hisae said them, "there is Giza pyramid in loo."
Maho and Kazuko run to look. "Waaaaa!" Kazuko add, "It come out from beautiful bottom, so of course beautiful! It is natural!"
I say to myself, when I finish to pour more earth over Giza Pyramid, I am going to hug and kiss Kazuko.
I stay standing face to wall so they can take photos. Kazuko cleaned my bottom so that it is not dirty bottom in photo!!
But I felt urge, so I said, "sorry but I need to put icing on pyramid, I must sit down." So they said OK, I sat down and pour bururururururu over pyramid. Now it is not so beautiful, but crushes said, "Now it look like Mount Fuji." Kazuko and Maho then back to beige flat to do their telework, Hisae said she can take few more minutes to dry me, so I flushed because pyramid very large, then I did one more bururururururu (big size!) and some little pieces, then I wash, Hisae dry, we wash hands well and we go back to telework.
We worked little bit more and then went to beige flat for a lunch. I hugged Kazuko very hard and kissed her. (But I hug all crushes many times in a day.)
Sorry crazy story, I know everyone think we are up a wall and round a bend. But I hope you like crazy story.
Love to everybody.
Mina and 3 crushes
Sherryl
Reply to Audrey
Hey how are you? To tell ya the truth, it wasn't that hard to bring her into it, her and I have been peeing and pooping together off and on for several years now. It does feel good to do it more often with her now though. I had one of the most relaxing poops outside I've ever had outside. Everything was perfect. The weather, the location, how easily everything came out and how little stress I put on myself. It was also a humongous shit too. 4 large turds and about a minute and a half of piss. Have you been able to do any outdoor pooping yet this summer? Wish we could pee and poop outside or in the sink together.
Anyway, happy pooping everyone.
Nick
Wife needed toilet paper
A few days ago my wife and I were watching tv and she was tooting every few minutes and she said that she hadn't been able to have a good poop in a few days. She told me that she was going to go and try to get one pushed our. She went to the bathroom by the kitchen and was in there for a few minutes. She opened the door and asked if I could bring her some tp as it was out. I went and got a package and took it to her, she stood up to get it and I could see a couple of little turds, she said that she wasn't done and sat back down and leaned forward and let out a little fart followed by some splashes. We talked about our plans for the weekend and she stopped talking mid conversation and I saw a big turd coming out from her butt hole. She let out a big sigh and tooted and pushed out some little poops. She kept talking while she wiped herself up and we went about our day.
David P
Fibre and hydration
To SIS Jenny: thank you for the comment, I am actually feeling a little better as a couple of days back I did a very long poo that was the first in nearly a week and it was such a relief. Haven't done another since. I now poo every three days or so.
In answer to your question on fibre and hydration, well I know I do not drink enough as I barely have any water and only a few drinks in the day. I know this as I only wee a couple of times a day. In regards to fibre, I suppose I have let my diet slip. My diet used to be healthy, it still is but recently not many vegetables and I never eat any fruit as I do not like it. I eat lots of chocolate, biscuits and sweets treats too so I guess that isn't helping matters either, they are just so tempting.
I think I need to focus on my bowels again as now I am getting the urge to poo about three times a day but when I go either nothing or a small lump. Only after three days or so can I get relief from a proper log poo.
Do you have any ideas that may help me to poo more frequently?
David P
Questions for Kristi
When you're pooping how far do u drop your pants? To your knees or ankles?
What word do u call pooping? I use the terms dropping a deuce or dropping a log.
What's the best pooping session you've had at home or in public?
Braidy
Sitting Pissing
Several years ago when my boyfriend Adam and I were regularly dating, but before we moved in together, we were traveling to see his parents. At an Interstate rest stop while he was in the guys' bathroom I realized that I had left a personal item in his truck. It was locked and I needed the key. I walked in to get it and here was Adam, sitting ON the toilet, clothing at mid-thigh with his hand on his penis as he peed into the toilet. I asked if he was constipated. He said no. No one else was in the bathroom and I asked him why he wasn't at one of the urinals. I had just never known a guy who pissed sitting down in public. I just thought it was, strange. A couple of years earlier, when I was in high school, I had briefly dated a guy who would do anything but sit to shit in a school or public toilet. Seth would make every excuse on dates to go to his house to get something he forgot, and while I was waiting outside in his car, he would take a fast shit.
Now with Adam I was kind of in awe. Why something so abnormal. Back on the road, I delicately brought it up in conversation. Back in middle school he had been bullied regularly at what he said was a trough. That was a circular fountain like thing where the boys unzipped and pissed into. There could be 12 or so guys splashing into it at one time like lunch break or class passing periods. What tormented Adam the most was that there were no privacy panels separating the boys. They could see his organ, his underwear which his mom bought and which he hated, and he was called names and belittled, probably because he was one of the smaller and less developed guys in there. To make matters worse, every minute or so water would splash-spray and then drain, sometimes splashing up on the user. That meant sometimes if he had tan slacks on his midsection would be splashed when he walked down the aisle in the classroom to take his seat. A couple of insensitive and immature girls would make funny comments aimed at him which the teacher would never say anything about.
So far those guys who are on this board, I have a few questions:
1. Have you ever used a trough urinal and what was your experience like?
2. Do you usually lean all the way forward against a regular wall urinal to get privacy? How can you do that without getting splashed by the flusher if it is automatic?
3. Do many bathrooms have partitions between the urinals so there's no temptation to compare your tool with those next to you?
4. Have you ever taken a toilet stall and sat just to get more privacy in? Do you feel any guilt about someone else having to wait longer to take their shit?
5. Have you ever told a parent or trusted adult about harassment and lack of bathroom privacy? What did they say?
Response for SIS Jenny:
I appreciate your comments. Since my crap was on the softer side, there was some of it sticking on me. Very carefully I used the unconventional wiping paper kind of like a putty knife to get off the caked excess. That was the best I could do. The thick cardboard worked pretty well for that. It took longer than the usual toilet paper wipe.
Elvia
Home (almost) alone
The school year started again recently, and I'm sure I'm not the only stay at home mom that's glad! Getting privacy as a mom is especially hard when your kids are home all day.
My 3 year old is still at home with me, but he's very easy to distract, or he even gets so bored he falls asleep. I've actually started to close the door when I go to the toilet now. A silly thing to brag about, I know, but it's a big accomplishment for a mom. He still follows me sometimes, but I guess you can't win them all.
Skid free Jenny
.. only because I just showered haha!!!!
… and of course I'm going to poop… I think I will skip the wet wipes and jump back into the shower again when I'm done just for a little extra freshness …( husband just walked in on me telling me I'm been so proper and uptight lately, it's ok if I stay a little dirty … I thinks that's all i'll go into ;)
Victoria -" One quick question to Jenny in her white coat and almost-white panties: How do you feel about psyllium husk? Do you think it might help bring a little more regularity to my BMs? " I honestly don't know much about psyllium at all beyond what I can google, let alone scientific studies. Of course not everything safe and effective has good studies funded , but I would start with taking with your healthcare provider who knows you and a pharmacist if you are on any medication to see if it contradicts any other medications, herbs or any other health conditions you have . Any other thoughts Catherine?
So after my last work poop I posted my thong was unscathed but it was black. As an experiment I sat down to pee after I got got home, examine my thong and so no skid or anything remotely resembling residual poop. I took some TP and wipes my crack even though I didn't poop and got a faint little skid. I know if have done this before , but has anybody wiped their crack after peeing and not pooping and still got residual poop. It's kind of embarrassing but it's I have gone off on the quality of TP I have work and the gym… not surprising …
All right I think I am all done, I think I will skip the wipe and just rise an wash in the shower? Does anyone else do this or is it gross to clean poop in the shower?
I'm going to get extra clean and wear the comfiest white boyshort! They are even more comfortable than my thongs even though they ride up a lot! Let's see how long I keep them white!
LEA
REPLIES
Anna from Austria: thank your for your explanation about how you handle the skidmarks in Austria I really appreciate it. I think you do the right thing & I wouldn't clean up after other users either, so that's cool. I can easily imagine how a soft motion would leave massive streaks outside of the water! I am looking forward to hearing more stories
Emma Two: good thing you managed to wait for Sarah to break up her logs & flush the toilet otherwise this would have resulted in a massive clog!
Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny: thanks for liking my story I really appreciate it. I can imagine that you experienced wild stories in the soccer team! Athletes usually eat more so they also have more waste to get rid off! I never wiped with anything else than toilet paper and tissues (while hiking!) by the way.
Mina & Hisae & Kazuko & Maho: thank you for pointing me to the story on page 2491. No wonder you had to go immediately since you hadn't gone in like three days especially since you got a nice belly massage! I wonder what would have happened if you didn't flush in the middle of your own motion, I guess you might well have clogged the toilet! Also I saw that the date was 2015 and you were already active so that's impressive! And I also found stories from Anna from Austria & Catherine on this page so that's impressive!
Also I just saw your long comment on my post & I really like it so thank you for that! It's crazy that you don't even use the brush after such a massive poop. Kazuko yeah I think Zoey was maybe feeling shy or the bathroom had gotten to stinky because there was a very strong smell after the four of us went together lol! I will try to post another story about her when I find time to do so because there are plenty because we were in the team for like two years! Hisae yes I think Shannon wanted to squat because the toilet was filthy but I also already squatted at some other occasions like when going outdoors!
Kristi: I loved your story from the time you pooped with Becka it was crazy you shared a seat! But I guess both of you were desperate so you had no choice.
So this morning Danielle came by for coffee. We chatted and drank our coffee and then Danielle excused herself to the bathroom. She was gone for quite a while so I assumed the coffee made her go number two! When she came back she told me that she's an upset stomach because of her period and I said she should not worry it's okay. Also I passed by the bathroom when I went fetching more coffee from the kitchen and there was a clear smell! Also the light was on so that the fan doesn't turn off and I could see some remains of her dump still floating in the bowl! Truth is, that this old fan isn't doing a great job an we shall replace it. I was very happy I didn't have to go because the smell was so strong!
Kristi
Response
"When you're pooping how far do u drop your pants? To your knees or ankles?"
Depends. In a public bathroom with stalls, I lower them right below my knees.
In a public bathroom with just one toilet, they go down to my ankles.
At home? I almost always take my pants and panties off. If it's my morning dump I'm probably naked. If the hubby is watching, I'm often naked.
"What word do u call pooping? I use the terms dropping a deuce or dropping a log."
Poop/pooping, taking a dump, taking a crap, and once in a while, "shit". That's often reserved for extreme desperation.
"What's the best pooping session you've had at home or in public?"
Cincinnati International Airport. 20 minutes before boarding. I was holding it like crazy in the ticket line. I was farting in the security line. I told Steve that I could not wait. So I headed to the ladies room.
I sat down and peed just a little bit. And then I started pooping a log that I swear I didn't think was going to end. A little pushing was required but it was mostly coming out on its own. Finally it stopped, but I needed to pinch my butt to get it to drop.
There was no splash. I scooched forward, and then stood up. This log was, and I'm not exaggerating, at least 20 inches long and was as thick as my wrist.
I stayed standing to wipe... and then I felt it. I actually somehow wasn't done.
I didn't want to sit down on the toilet because I thought I'd probably get it on my butt cheeks, so I did an old trick I learned from when I was younger. I took a huge amount of toilet paper, held it up to my butt, and pooped into my paler-covered hand. It was another sizeable crap.
I put it into the bowl and then thoroughly wiped.
Then I thought of Steve. I thought he'd be impressed. So I took a picture of my doings with my phone.
There was no earthly way this was going to flush. I quickly left the stall, washed my hands, and left the ladies room before someone else discovered my massive crap. I felt truly sorry for whoever had to clean that up.
Kristi
Reply to Thunder
"I refer to the post by Kristi...if a man is like that about a women having a dump then I think they might be very controlling and I would wonder where they go from there...maybe an abusive relationship?
If a girl cannot comfortably have a poo around her man then there is something wrong and in practice very difficult."
If Steve wanted me to close the door every time, I'd respect that. I'd feel like we were a little less close, but I'd respect it. But if he had said,"You're gross. Don't ever poop at my place again.", that would have been instead breakup.
I posted once on here about a good friend of mine who was in an abusive relationship. Her (now-ex) husband wouldn't let her go to the bathroom when he was mad at her. He would make her go in her pants. Or he would make a "trade": She could use the toilet, but she had to give him a bj first. We finally convinced her to get rid of that creep. That's just incredibly abusive.
Kristi
To Tom W
Tom W: You're right. In high school, girls (including me) would rather admit to murder than admit to having to go poop.
My one exception is a good friend of mine named Amber. If you haven't read my response to Jenny about my wedding, Amber was one of my bridesmaids. She was one of the two bridesmaids who lifted up my wedding dress when I had to take a massive dump, and she actually wiped me when I was done.
When we were 16 or 17, I was over at her house. We were in her bathroom before school doing our makeup. Amber sits down on the toilet and pees, which was nothing new. We'd peed in front of each other many times.
As she's finishing her pee, however, a hear her make a pained sound. I look at her in the mirror and see her leaning forward and clutching her stomach. I went over to her and asked if she was okay. (She was fine... she just needed to take a dump and I was a stupid girl who didn't realize it.) Before she could speak, I could hear the distinct sound of her poop leaving her body, along with a long fart that seemed to relieve the pressure in her.
I'm just standing there like a moron, not thinking that she probably wants privacy. When she's done, she looks up at me and says in almost a whisper, "Sorry."
I start apologizing profusely not giving her privacy, but strangely enough she said "It's fine. You're my best friend."
In all this excitement, I'm starting to feel breakfast catching up with me now. I tell her this, but I tell her that I'll go down the hall.
To my great surprise, she says "You've seen me go now. I might as well watch you."
This, for whatever reason, made perfect sense. I pulled down my shorts as she was wiping and flushing, and we traded places.
The bathroom was already a little smelly from Amber; I think I made it a lot worse. But she goes back to doing her makeup while I'm crapping in her toilet. After I'm done, I wipe, flush, and wash my hands. We kind of look at each other and laugh.
And since then, and this is not an exaggeration, we've probably pooped in front of each other a hundred times. She's by far my best "poop friend" and she knows all about Steve's "interest" (she says she wishes her husband shared the same feelings. But she texted me on her honeymoon to tell me that she pooped in front of him and that he didn't mind.)
Kristi
To Jenny
Sorry, didn't want to forget about you.
Yes, let's hear your wedding day story! I shared the details of mine but they haven't posted yet.
Centalia
Another Swing Peeing Experience
Previously on Page 2860 I wrote about hanging out with my friends back in the 1980s. We were all like 7 or 8. We'd walk to the park and spent a lot of time there because there was multiple swing sets and other playground equipment. Other friends might come down for a while and then have to go home. Unless one of our parents was to come down, we could pretty much mess around on the equipment or take in part of a baseball game not too far from us.
My best friend back then was Maggie. We were in class together and I knew she had a great imagination. With her bolder language and incredible imagination, there wasn't a chance of any of us being bored. Once all members of our group arrived, say by 10 a.m., our group would go together into the bathroom building for what she called a "synchronized pee." Each of us got on a toilet and after a 10-count down, we all started a pee. Maggie would do a count and most of us got to 15 or 20 before you could hear only one person still pissing away. Most times that was Maggie. I did my best to store up my pee, but mom always made me use the bathroom before I left. As I got bolder, like once when I cheated at home by pouring water from a measuring cup into the toilet and then wiping the cup, I was more competitive.
We would all go to one of our houses for lunch and later for supper. Since it was light until just past 9 p.m., our last two hours at the park in the evening were more bold. When there weren't a lot of other users around and especially when it was cloudy, we planned as fast as we could our biggest dare. The swing peeing I wrote about earlier. Then one evening when our friend Parker's babysitter fell asleep, he came running over from what he said was prison all day. See his babysitter had given him a laxative and required him to stay home until it worked. However now it was ready to work and he was expecting to impress us or gross us out. With no one else around, we had him come into the ladies room, select a toilet and then crap for us. Maggie suggested that we all step back and give him a good amount of space because we could get hit with the explosion. Parker, who was one year older than us, tried to tease us a bit too. He said he thought he had been clogged for three or four days. So he took his seat, jean shorts at knee level, and it minimal work on his part, a wide crap of about six inches came out of him. Maggie and I demanded that he stand immediately so we could see it, he protested, then stood for a couple of seconds and as we got closer, there was the whoof sound and a batch of diarrhea blew out of him, even splashing on the seat. He used some colorful language that we all would have been punished for at home. He was somewhat pissed because now he couldn't sit and wipe. He had to remain standing and he had a lot of cleaning to do in front of us. It took quite a bit of toilet paper for him to clean himself. Secretly both me and Maggie were sorry there was toilet paper available, because he had this attitude that we didn't like.
He walked back home right after that and didn't have much to say. Me and my friends spent a half hour or so laying on the picnic benches and discussing future things we could do. Of course Maggie had no shortage of ideas.
Monday, August 16, 2021
Victoria and Robyn
Live from the bathroom!
Hey, is this thing on?
It's Robyn, coming at you from Victoria's ensuite! She's across from me right now, lying down in the tub. I've got some other business to take care of right now so don't mind me but I'm about to poop!
We just got back from a bike ride and are now both out of our Lycra as I park my sweaty buns on the waiting seat. Victoria can see what's about to happen even with her glasses sitting on top of the toilet behind me. She gives me a big wink as I turn on the bidet to freshen up my underneath and cool down before the bomb-dropping commences. The cold water feels so refreshing on my skin and I close my eyes to savor the moment a little more before I turn the bidet off and put my feet up on Clarence, our newest nickname for what's also known as the Stool Stool, Herbert or Stool #2. I feel full to the ring but first I'm going to try and pee before rehydrating with the water bottle sitting next to me on the sink.
Fifteen seconds of hissing….Pause…..Fifteen more seconds of hissing….a fart that echoes in the oval shaped bowl below….Pause….Ten more seconds of hissing, punctuated by a flash in the bathtub from Victoria's brown doe eyes. "Mmmm…Feel better, babe?" she asks, forming the question mark with a quick pout on her lips. "Not as good as I'm about to feel," I reply. She gently moans, "Let it aaall out. Everything that's hoooolding you down. You deserrrve wiiiings."
I'm blushing. I'm sitting on my girlfriend's toilet with a poop about to crown one pair of cheeks and red skin on the other. The warmth and fullness are overpowering and I sigh. The feelings I have inside right now need to be held onto until my body is ready to let go. Victoria is off in her own world, idly glancing at the white tile above the tub where she's soaking. She's giving me space so I can sit and think, knowing that sometimes the clearest words are never spoken. I'm beginning to feel tingly. The first log is descending with a craaaackle and *thud*. It hits porcelain, not water. Victoria bursts out laughing like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard. Her laugh is infectious and soon I start laughing so hard that two more motions slip out of me. These are both splash hits but my bottom is too far above the water to be in the line of fire.
I'm done and as I push Herbert back into position against the bowl to adjust for washing Victoria gets out of the tub and starts drying off. "Switch places?" she asks, reaching out to the holder with her dry hand and starting to roll off some toilet paper as I wash myself. She folds it into a pad and hands it to me as I'm shutting the water off from the bidet with my other hand. "Sure," I reply, using the paper she handed me to wipe my vulva as she unreeled some more paper and then folded another pad. Reaching for it I take the same hand and put it behind me before sliding the paper it holds backwards and upwards. As I'm doing it a second time Victoria asks "Need more?" To answer I use the thumb and index finger of my free hand to signal just a little more. She understands and reels off a final portion, handing it to me as-is. It comes back clean and I'm done.
But before I can get up I'm in a hug and my forehead is being kissed. I stand up, take off the sports bra that I'd been wearing and, once Victoria wraps the towel around her hair and sits down, flush so she has a clean bowl below. I'm getting in the tub now and turning it over to her.
Hey it's Victoria!
Thank you so much to everyone who commented on my constipation post! I hope it helps whenever anyone needs it!
One quick question to Jenny in her white coat and almost-white panties: How do you feel about psyllium husk? Do you think it might help bring a little more regularity to my BMs?
I really need to go number two now and it feels like I might not be able to divide my attention so that's all for now! I'll let you know how it turns out!
Love to all,
Victoria and Robyn
Midwest Anonymous
Close Call
Hey everyone, I've been a longtime lurker and I had an experience that I think is worthy of this site.
This morning when I was headed to work I stopped at the Dunkin and got a large iced coffee with a chocolate king John. Anyway I was headed to work (I'm a vendor) and I realized that I had to use the bathroom.
I got to the first store and I thought I could use the bathroom there no problem. Only problem was that the store didn't open for another 20 minutes so I went back to my car and put a gas station into my gps.
I get to the gas station I walk in, I'm not seeing a bathroom. I walk outside and see doors that say restroom on them. I go back in and ask the person inside if I can have the key for the bathroom. He said how they are locked.
I run back to my car and drive back to the store because I knew it was going to open soon. I walk in the store and go by the restrooms and what do I see? The men's room is disabled and closed. I ask someone at the store if there is another bathroom and they tell me that is the only one.
I run back out to my car losing hope. When I get in my car it feels like I'm gonna shit so I'm holding my hand under my butt as I type in another gas station close by. I leave the lot and I'm in the turning lane and I noticed a McDonald's across the street. I get out of the turning lane and when that light turned green I hit the gas and went into the right lane to go to the McDonald's
I pull into the parking lot and I'm hoping and praying that I can use the bathroom. As soon as I get in I see the door to the men's room and I start booking it. I get in the bathroom and see one stall. Luckily nobody was in there so I go in the stall and lock the door. I undo my belt, pants and briefs and as soon as I sit on the toilet I start shitting. After I'm done I look down in the bowl and see that I shit about an 8 inch log.
I grab toilet paper and finish up and leave the McDonald's and go back to my car. And let me just say that I am thankful for that McDonald's because if it wasn't there I would've shit myself and that would've been an entirely different story.
I don't know if I'll post more here or not but I want to thank Upstate Dave for inspiring me to post here. Your stories are awesome man!Emma two
Poo in the woods
I'd been constipated for about a week and I took a couple of laxatives this morning and I had a big bowl of bran flakes for my breakfast. Not much happened until just after lunch when I had a stomach ache and I decided it would be a good idea to go for a run in the woods. I grabbed a toilet roll from the bathroom and set off to the woods trying my best not to have an accident on the way. By the time I got to the woods I was desperate for a poo and I quickly found a nice secluded spot where I felt no one would see me and pulled down my shorts and knickers together. I was just about to squat down when I heard something in the distance and I panicked and quickly pulled my clothes up just as I felt my poo trying to come out. I clenched tightly but I wasn't quick enough to avoid a little bit of poo escaping into my knickers. I looked around but I couldn't see anyone so I figured I was just being over cautious. I pulled my clothes down again feeling a bit nervous but I didn't have time to mess around so I squatted down and relaxed my bum hole. Almost instantly I felt my poo coming out and man did it feel so good. I did three, foot long poos and peed on top of of it while some soft mushy poop covered the logs I'd dropped. I was amazed by the size of my creation but then again it was a week since I last went. I wiped my bottom four times and pulled everything up and walked away feeling very relieved and three pounds lighter.
Kaycha
I woke up this morning to a dry pullup. Not very common for me so I was very happy. Unfortunately I woke up absolutely bursting for the toilet. I was leaking the second I got up. I could barely walk. I stood practically doubled over holding my vagina. My boyfriend saw the pained look in my eyes. Just go in your pull up, he said. It's ok. I didn't have a choice-I couldn't move. Before I could decide, my bladder gave way and I stood there peeing. Whwn I was done I felt my pullup. It was pretty swollen from so much pee. My boyfriend is a bit fascinated by my potty problems which makes me a bit uncomfortable as they're no fun for me but sometimes I get a little horny from being wet and then I just go with it. I cried a little and he hugged me and asked if he could change my pants. I let him. He laid me down on the bed and tore the sides of my pullup. I shivered a little as he wiped my thighs and vagina with wipes. He then kissed me and next thing I was very wet but not from pee. We literally had the most awesome sex ever. Later that day while making us dinner, I suddenly had to pee. I held at first but then I knew I wouldn't make it so I began to pee in my pullup. My boyfriend turned around and realized. When I was done, he felt the outside of my wet pullup and then put his fingers inside and in me. I shivered and dribbled the last few drops from my bladder. Dinner was forgotten and we made love again. Sometimes my problem can have its advantages lol.
Maho, Hisae, Kazuko, Mina
Dear Lea
We are sorry, we don't answer your question. No, we didn't need use brush. We talked about this because our memories not so clear. I (Mina) pass to Maho.
Hello, this is Maho. Mina translates. I remember a bit. When I did about 2 turds maybe, Hisae was hurry hurry, she said very urgent, so I moved back on loo and she sat in the front of me, between my legs, and she started to do. And when she did very fast big one, I was very turn on. I stand up so she could clean her bottom, then Kazu dried her. Or Mina dried her? We don't remember. Then I sat on loo again and started to do next turd. But after one turd, I decided, better to flush, too much waste in toilet, like you said on ly three turds from me but lots mushy from Hisae, very beautiful mushy. After flush, I started to do again, I don't remember how many turds, but it was many. I pass to Mina.
Hello again, this is Mina. We loved your story about relay. It was very long story, but so exciting, so it was feel like very short time while I translate! While I translate, many "oooh" and "aaah" from 3 crushes and also from me. I pass to Kazuko.
Hello, this is Kazuko. Mina translates. Thank you for wonderful story. At end, I had request for Zoey. After you finish your beautiful motion Lea, I hoped and hoped Zoey would sit on loo again and do more and more. But that wasn't happened. So pity! But it can't help. I am so happy that you (Zoey) could do and do big volume with closing your eyes. I think, surely you must be very beautiful girl at that time. And we think same thing about Lea and Mary and Shannon. I pass to Hisae.
Hello, this is Hisae. Mina translates. I love your idea Shannon to squat to do your motion. I like squat, but if it is long time it is bit painful! I pass to Minappé. (Ouch! Minappé don't pinch!!) You know where she pinch. Because I said, "write Minappé".
This is conclusion, from Mina (Minappé). Thank you for beautiful story!
Love to everyone.
Hisae Mina Kazuko MahoMrs BIGandHARD
I always have a hard time pooping
Ever since I can remember from when I was little til now, I have always had big, wide, poops which I have to strain really hard to get out.
They are packed hard chunks ,really big, stretching my anal opening very wide. Sometimes I use my finger to help.
It takes me at least 20+ minutes sitting on the toilet to strain it out.
and hurts a lot when it is coming out.
Does anyone else have this problem?
Mrs BIGandHARDDavid P
Replies I missed in last post
To Kristi & Steve: Good post, going for a poo should never be deemed disgusting since we all do it. I think on this site we all are fascinated with pooing (I know I am) anyway but I wish people were less judgement of pooing for both guys and gals. If you need to go you should feel at ease. I do not think a girl doing a poo is disgusting!
To ECG: welcome to the community, great outdoor poo story. Nice to see other UK posters here. I have never done a poo outside but it sounds pretty fun.
To Jasmin K: Are you still around, would be good to hear from you. Did you go to the doctor with your red pipe/prolapse like I suggested? I hope that is getting better.SIS Jenny
Socializing
on the toilet at work again. Having my usually quick 4, oops now 5 quick turds and I'm ready to wipe, but I'm not ready to go back to work and I'm not in a rush. so I will take my time, do the best wiping job I can with this crappy toilet paper and enjoy some chatting with you guys.
David P- I hope you feel better and poop soon. how is your fiber and hydration?
curious bout a bidet- I am curious too!!! My husband seems to be content with toilet paper and wet wipes, but I want to get off wet wipes completely. and do be honest, I still get some skids when I wipe with them, but a lot less...just big booty problems I guess. I wonder if I would be skid free if I just used a bidet, but that would be not possible as half my poops are at work and the gym, so to see if a bidet would be effective I would have to cumulative analysis or aggregate look of my underwear gets cleaner with a bidet, (disregarding my dark underwear which doesn't show skids)...haha I'm a nerd
Braidy-Nice MacGyver work without TP. I was never as creative as you when I was stuck without toilet paper, I just "Steered into the skid" (pun intended" and moved on ( with varying results). How effective were your "creative "wipes? Did avoid skids, minimize skids or do your think it would have been the same not to wipe and not risk tearing your privates ?
Bianca-Ive I think I have sneezed and "Sharted" once in college. I was in class and feeling kind of nervous about a few things and felt like I was going to be sick. Once I sneezed and "sharted" I felt better but knew I must have made a mess! I booked it back to my dorm and was surprised that my dark colored thong was unscathed or perhaps I just didn't see anything. However when I wiped it was like I had a big soft poop. It was a full 8-10 wipes. And the most memorable thing was once I felt clean, I pooped a full load of poop followed by another 8-10 wipes ( it was a three flusher ). In my later adult I shit myself twice ( full load) in grad school because of food poisonings. I think I may have posted those stories in solidarity with Catherine being educated , beautiful healthcare workers who pooped themselves , but if I haven't I can post. More recently I have been lifting weights more the last few years and I had a couple sharts while squatting...I can post about those stories later if there's interest...I think Im finished and I need to wipe...
8 wipes and the paper is clean...today I am wearing black thong so the visable skid should be a wash, but pretty sure my crack won't feel the same for the next 6 hours of work
bye all-JennyKaycha
Had an accident in home depot today. I stupidly wore panties today feeling confident about it being a dry day just because I got up with a dry pullup and made it to the potty with time to spare. I was picking up the odds and ends we needed and then suddenly barely grabbed back a big dribble. I shivered. Oh boy did I EVER have to potty! Left the cart and holding desperately between my legs with both hands and waddled down the aisle. I tested up when I felt a trickle escape then a spurt of pee wet the crotch of my panties. I stopped. I was totally doubled over and couldn't hardly walk. I peed a little more and then a bit more and then my bladder gave up and I was peeing all down my legs and making a dark puddle on the concrete floor. Another oops moment.a random girl
re: curious about a bidet
So I have a new boyfriend who I have been more intimate with that last few months . I may have him move in with me ( I have a nicer place). I love to wear thongs, but all my underwear is black because last time I wore light colored underwear in high school, I got a little self conscious about my skidmarks in the locker room as I was on the soccer and tennis team, even though at least half of use got skidmarks after a hard practice and as Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny Mentions, the toilet paper in our locker room we used to clean up after our pre practice poops were a joke.
Last May, my boyfriend started getting me white underwear as gifts (He things I look good in white undergarmets?). I was a little shy about wearing them and tactfully delayed wearing them. I saw frequent adds for a popular bidet brand on Instagram and decided to give it a try. Let's just say I started using the bidet, I started feeling confident enough to wear my boyfriends gifts. I once wore a lacy pair of panties that rhode up all day and that night, they had stayed nice and clean! I credit the bidet.
The only problem is when I have to poop at work, I'm back to square one.
Questions for Kristi
When you're pooping how far do u drop your pants? To your knees or ankles?
What word do u call pooping? I use the terms dropping a deuce or dropping a log.
What's the best pooping session you've had at home or in public?
Elphaba RN
To answer to the person who asked ¡®a health question¡¯, as Hisae said, I am a nurse and what I would say to my patients is that having multiple bowel movements is fine and healthy as long as the stool is type 6 or below on the Bristol Stool Scale and normally isn¡¯t accompanied by stomach cramps and/or increased urgency. It becomes a problem when its diarrhoea as this can cause dehydration and electrolyte disturbances. Multiple bowel movements can be a symptom of infection if it comes on suddenly and returns to normal after a day or two or on the other hand anxiety, IBS, allergies or medications (included in this is over the counter stuff and herbal remedies) if it¡¯s a persistent/intermittent issue.
For some people having multiple bowel movements per day can be their normal; I myself sometimes move my bowels three times a day and very occasionally four times a day. This contrasts to when I was in school fifteen years ago when I would go once every other day. I agree with Maho that sometimes our body clocks or routines can change both in terms of how often we go and when we go. When I was a preteen (was that even a term in the early 2000¡¯s?) I would go in the evening then as a teen I would go at lunchtime and now if I only have one bowel movement in the day it would be after I have breakfast. It would be fair to say then that my body functions have changed with age but sometimes it can be the cause of the change can be harder to spot.
James
Accident through distraction
The repost of Emma and Brook's survey has reminded me of a few other accidents I had when I was younger. Thinking about the question about going in your pants due to not wanting to stop what you were doing - I never did this on purpose, but I certainly had one accident due to leaving it too late because I was so completely focused on what I was doing.
The background of this one was that I've been playing console and PC games since I was in middle school (aged about eight) - first on a Megadrive, and soon after on the family PC as well. For my twelfth birthday, I was given a copy of Sonic and Knuckles, which had been out for nearly a year at that point. I was a huge Sonic 3 fan and wanted to dive in, but I rarely got much time on the console as my parents or brother would want to watch TV, or I'd have to do my homework.
One Saturday a week or two later, my parents went off with my brother to watch his football team playing a match about an hour's drive away - I flatly refused to go and stand on the side of a muddy pitch on a cold, wet day. Because I'd been doing well at school, I was allowed to stay home as a treat, and so within moments of the car pulling out I'd got the console switched on and I was settled in for a long gaming session.
All was going well - I'd played for an hour through the Sonic 3 levels that I already knew, had a break for lunch (I'd mostly filled up on two apples and a few plums), had a wee, and got settled in for the new game material, lying on my stomach on the floor. As I worked through the levels, I could feel some rumbling in my bowels, and I soon found that I was quite gassy. I lay there farting away, happy that I could do so with no-one around to hear me (or tell me off).
About an hour into the afternoon, I noticed the farts were getting juicier and smelling riper - a bit more like poo - and started to feel that maybe I should take a break to go to the bathroom soon. I wasn't too worried about damp-sounding farts, as I wasn't going to get any skidmarks lying on my front. The poo feeling built up at a fair pace, but I could still let out farts to relieve the pressure. At the same time, I was getting more and more into the game, and I was paying less and less attention to my bottom.
Eventually, one of the farts was followed by a little bit of mushy poo (no cork!) and I knew that I'd better stop trying to fart, unless I wanted to risk a soft, warm surprise down there. The pressure kept building up, and I was now getting that familiar sense of desperation. At the same time, I had reached what seemed to be the final stage of the game, so I was sure I could get through to the end before heading to the toilet. I have this very clear memory of being so engrossed in the game that nothing else mattered, and I was sure that nothing could go wrong.
However, what I had thought was the final boss was only the first of three! As the first one went down, I thought "Phew, I made it, now I should go upstairs to the bathroom", but as the boss music changed and the second phase started, I tried to clamp down on my bum and kept playing. I beat the second phase just as the poo began to beat me, but even as mush started to squeeze out, I was thinking "It's OK, I can hold on as hard as possible, watch the ending and run upstairs before too much comes out". Instead, the final phase started, and it was not only quite long, but also very tricky, and both took all my concentration and really got my adrenaline flowing - and the adrenaline quickly got my poo flowing. I barely noticed at first, as I was so totally focused on beating the game on my first run-through. The moment Dr Robotnik's final form went down, I realised that I not only had a big, soft poo in my pants, but there was more still flowing out, and I had no way of getting control back down there. Because I was lying on my front, quite a bit of it worked its way round my pants to the 'Y' bit.
Strangely, although I felt a bit stupid for having pooed my pants whilst 20 seconds walk from a toilet, I really wasn't too bothered about what had happened. From my earlier descriptions, you'll be aware that I was no stranger to having warm poo back there, and I was old enough by then to feel confident about dealing with it. Now that I didn't need the toilet anymore, I kept lying there whilst I watched the closing sequence and credits of the game, feeling the poo squishing around between my legs whenever I adjusted my position. Other posters have talked about the positive feelings that can go with an accident if you're not feeling poorly or at risk of getting caught with stinky pants, and this was definitely like that. The sensation when I stopped paying attention to the game and noticed poo coming out was of relief and of a kind of comforting, soft warmth - I think it's very hard to describe to anyone who hasn't experienced it, and reflecting on it as an adult I think it relied on childhood me not feeling any real disgust at things that had come out of my own body. I was in no immediate hurry to clean up if there was something more interesting to do or look at.
Of course, even if I wasn't at all disgusted by a pants-load of mushy poo, I was certainly going to feel ashamed and terribly embarrassed if my family got home before I cleaned myself up, and so as soon as the game went back to the opening screen I rushed to the bathroom and went through the by now well-rehearsed procedure of peeling off the soiled pants and jumping in the shower. I also cracked open a window in the games room to help clear the smell, which had got rather strong in the time I'd been lying there. My trousers had escaped unscathed, although I changed them as they definitely had a certain whiff about them, and I flushed my pants down the loo, fortunately not blocking it in the process (this was before the school experience that taught me never to try this again!). The thing that I found curious about the clean-up was the way the poo had gone so far forward - usually I'd expect to look in the mirror and see a slick brown stain at the back that might fan up towards the waistband and in-between my legs, but this time so much had gone forward that it was making a visible bulge at the front, and the rim of slightly wet poo that sometimes peeped out of the legbands at the back was instead visible around the front of my hips. I had to give myself a very long clean to get everything ship-shape down there. People on this board often talk about big bulges at the back - my poo accidents were almost always so soft that they spread everywhere but didn't stick out in any one place, which was one of the reasons I got away with more dirty pants than I was caught with - that and the fact that my trousers were usually too large for me and very baggy around the bum area, hiding even a copious mess. This poo was perhaps about a (UK) pint in volume, but the very biggest accidents, such as the one I described coming home from camp in my last post, which were spread over several large poos in the same pair of pants before I could change, were sometimes more than twice that.
Did anyone else have a tendency towards soft accidents when they were younger? I remember Kate the Soccer Mom from Canada posting a story years ago about an experience she had at school that has stuck in my mind because it was so similar to one of my own.Tom W
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To Abbie: It's a miracle you and your friends don't have more accidents with how often you wait until you are bursting for a wee or a poo before you go! You also seem very relaxed about having a wee, and even a poo, outside. Some girls don't like having a even just a wee outside. How did you end up so comfortable with going outside when you were younger? Can you remember the first time you had a wee outside?
It's suprising that some girls can't even admit they need the toilet to other girls there age without getting embarrassed. I've heard some avoid using school toilets all together. They must be so desperate when they get home!
To Nia: At least you had weed outside before so you knew how to do it. Did you find it difficult to wee outside the first time you needed to? Boys and men don't need to squat so it's a lot easier for us lol! Even with a dress on you still need to avoid weeing on your underwear!
Marie
Question to Audrey
This maybe a question that I have asked you before but how often do you go potty in bed?
-Marie