Jonathan
Old stories from my childhood
Hi, I've been reading your articles for a few months. As a child, I peed my pants a lot. Are there people here who are interested in such old stories? I haven't written anything here because I didn't know if anyone would want to hear about it. I can still remember many situations, but these are only from childhood. If you're interested in that too, I'll tell you about it, otherwise not. Maybe someone will answer me?
Hisae Maho Kazuko Mina
Yaaaa! Victoria is better!! When Mina read, she cry before she start to translate. Happy happy crying!! Then translate, and after few minutes four big crying voices in green flat. Four crazy crying babies! Boo hoo woo hoo.... We are so happy! I translate little bit more but soon I decided I do later, because too much cry. We lay down on futon in Japanese room and cried with hugging. Not so long. Happy crying more shorter than sad crying.
Mina translated more. Actually she read by herself and then translated most easiest parts, can do difficult parts later.
Suddenly Hisae said, "I need to do motion."
Mina thinking same thing, and nod head. Maho and Kazuko start laugh. They also want to do!! We all think it is a diarrhoea, but not worry diarrhoea like Monday morning. More comfortable diarrhoea, diarrhoea of relaxation. (This happen Monday evening.)
So we decide to go to loo. Off course we want to go together, but we think, can we wait? Diarrhoea is in hurry to run out from Four bottoms, we feel.
So we decide to go two people one time! We put up loo seat so loo is wider, then Hisae and Maho sat down V shape. (If we include loo, it is Y shape.) Hisae is little bit chubby, and Maho has most slimmest bottom, so best they be together! But they manage to do wee first and it all went in loo....lucky!! Hisae is right side because not much space between loo and wall that side, and she has short legs. (Chae take your angry fingers from Mina's bottom!!!) Maho is left side.
Then they pinch start at same time. Lots crackle sound, then huge volume of mushy in loo. But after about 30 seconds they stand up because Kazuko and Mina both doing poo dance. So Mina and Kazu can sit down V shape. Kazu left side because she is last day of her period. Mina is very tight squeeze, so cross knees, right over left, Mina's usual cross knees is left over right so not comfortable for her.... Crackle mushy from Kazuko, then she start wee, and when she finish she stand up a bit so Mina can wee, then both sit down V shape and put huge mushy into loo top of mushy from Hisae and Maho.
Same as 2 crushes, Kazu and Mina stand up after first mushy (Kazu was second mushy) because 2 crushes doing poo dance. Lot of mushy in loo four different colours!! So we flush. Then Maho and Hisae sat down and more crackle. Kazu and Mina begin poo dance, so crushes stand, Kazu and Mina sit down. Mushy land side of loo, but when there is too much, it slide into water, it seems. Mina feels that to do soft motion with cross knees is not difficult so much.
After second sitting down, Hisae, Mina and Kazu almost empty. So we decide only one person sit on loo. Hisae sat down to do her little pieces and wash with washlet. Then Kazu sat down and did same with drying Hisae who standing in the front of her. Then Mina sat down and did little pieces with drying Kazu's beautiful bottom. Finally Maho sat down and dried Mina, but she is not empty because Monday morning she was constipate and she didn't do motion, so now she is need to do. So Maho stayed on loo maybe seven minutes more and bururururururururu about five times, after Mina was dry Hisae massaged Maho. We felt very warm heart. When Maho sits on loo she is so beautiful!!!
Then we washed hands well, and went to bathroom for shower. Only space for two people, so Mina and Hisae showered inside bathtub. Very bad manner, but we can clean bathtub so it's OK!! We washed bodies well each other. Then we decide to open bottle of wine and drink celebrate! Toast to Victoria and Robyn, and to Robyn's Mum. Our stomachs fine now. It was not real diarrhoea, only mushy of relaxation. Now is Wednesday and we are all very fine! Maho is very rare to have diarrhoea, but she said, it is because strong relief. We ate cheese and biscuits with drinking wine. And we ate two pears. Japanese pear is delicious very much.
We are so so happy. Is true that we four crazy girls help to Victoria to feel better? We can't believe!! Thank you Victoria for mention our names!! Mina is crying again little bit now, and crushes are kissing Mina's back of neck and caressing lots and little soft pinches where they like to pinch.
Robyn, thank you thank you for helping Victoria. And it is good Victoria go to doctor. We think very embarrass, but it is true that nurse and doctor see patient who doing motion every day so they are accustom and they think health only. If you are not perfect health, you have to go to doctor, if it is a cancer it is good to treat early before it is too late and terminal. Victoria, it was really...no change? or you said to Robyn a fib? Put off panties, so Robyn can spank. (Maybe you enjoy.) But Robyn, don't spank 20 times. One is enough. Then give to her kiss.
And we say strong thank you to Robyn's Mum.
Princess Opal, we are happy you like what we say. We don't have experience of cry in loo because we are pain, but in past, Kazuko often cried after motion came out because she was so relief. (KAZU, TAKE AWAY FINGERS.) Mostly when we cry on loo, it is emotion.
Kristi, we hope you are never depression any more, and you do happy big motions with nice husband who is very big size and love to clean your beautiful bottom after you finish to do.
Love to everyone.
From four crazy girls MMHK, round a bend and up a wall.Eileen
Reply to Evan C
Hi Evan C , I really enjoyed your account of having to share an outhouse with your aunt . I t was a great story . Eileen .
LC
Reply to Braidy's Survey
Replies to Braidy's survey
1.Have you ever used a trough urinal and what was your experience like?
Yes, countless times, usually at older stadiums. Everyone just either looks ahead or looks down and takes care of business. Occasionally, there's a father coaching his son on how to use it and not to worry about stage fright.
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?
Most men tend to round their body (think making a broad back posture and then rounding the shoulders forward) to give privacy to themselves and others, as most guys also don't want to see someone else's junk. It's a common courtesy type of thing.
In grade school, however, I remember participating with the other boys to see how far away we could pee into the urinal. The subject of junk was never brought up but the "rainbow" as the arcs of urine were called were a source of amusement.
The bounce back spray from the urinal is a real issue. The main thing is to aim at the waterway at the bottom or sometimes there is a plastic insert that helps stop pee from splashing back. It may sound funny but only in the last couple years have I come across really effective ones. They have tons of little plastic fibers that stick up from the base, kind of resembles a mini forest, and it virtually stops all bounce back. Whoever invented that probably made a ton of money.
3. Do many bathrooms have partitions between the urinals so there's no temptation to compare your tool with those next to you?
The comparing of genitalia is not something that happens. I willing to bet 99% men know exactly where they stand without ever having to compare at the urinals. With that said, sometimes you can catch a glimpse of another man's junk if they aren't doing a good job of being private, especially if it's quite large.
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?
I've done this before and I have no guilt about it. I'll do this to avoid urinals that I know have bad geometry for bounce back. The worst is getting urine sprayed back on the front of your pants, especially if it's khakis or some nice piece of clothing.
5. Have you ever told a parent or trusted adult about harassment and lack of bathroom privacy? What did they say
Luckily, I never experienced harassment is a bathroom. There were some prankster kids at my high school who would turn off the lights and then dump a bucket of water on people seated in the stalls. It was like a serial thing for a week or two until the principal made an announcement any it and then it suddenly stopped. I'm not sure they ever figured out who it was. It never happened to me but it did happen to one of my teammates who was a great athlete and a tough guy. Whoever did it was lucky he didn't find them.
Susie
Watering can
Hey everyone! First time posting here so I'll make it a quick one.
Yesterday mum told me to go out and water the plants. I would have usually been fine to do that, but I was just about to use the loo and I had to go bad! But mum wanted it done, so I headed outside T~T
As I held myself and looked around I spotted our old watering can and got an idea, one that would take care of both problems in one go! I quickly looked around before pulling my dress up and squatting over the can, filling it up very quickly (told you I had to go bad xD)
It felt so naughty, going where I wasn't supposed to. Then of course I watered the garden, splashing my wee all over the vegetables we're growing. Hopefully they won't taste too bad when we harvest them x)
Victoria B.
Responses
Hey!
Just a few responses this time. Thank you again to everyone who supported me, supported us through all of this. When I'm depressed I withdraw into myself. Because the incident that upset me so much was directly connected to my bodily functions it made me a little more self-conscious and not as eager to have Robyn write about watching me bathe or poop. There are details too private to share about what helped me snap out of it but it happened in her bathroom, got very emotional, and ended with her wiping me while I plunged her toilet.
To Kristi: I'm happy to see you're feeling better too! I'm with you on laxatives: my body does not like them and my gastro has told me to stick only to those taken on the business end or stool softeners when my IBS makes me constipated. Enjoy your camping trip!
To Midwesterner: Great story! Reading about that look that was held for long enough for her to have to know that you were sitting on the pot and pinching a loaf gave me some feelings inside! I love little details like that!
To Lindsey: Welcome! I've always been a huge pooper going all the way back to childhood and my partner Robyn is no slouch when it comes to filling up the bowl either. She did a two-flusher in my ensuite yesterday that made me proud!
That's all for now!
Love,
Victoria!
Blocked School Toilet
When I was at junior school during the lesson with a substitute teacher I really had to poop so I asked to go to the bathroom and she refused. Asked again a couple minutes later she refused, she refused 5 times before letting me go! I was so desperate at this point I ran to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and unleashed the worst poop I had ever had at school. It was loud, absolutely stunk and poured out of my bum making so many watery plops.
After a while I was done but little kid me didn't know how to wipe properly so I thought I need extra toilet paper because I had done such a big poo (stupid kid brain logic).
I badly wiped alot, when I flushed the entire toilet water rose and started to flood the floor! I didn't know what to do so I just pulled up my underwear and trousers and ran out of there without washing my hands.
Once I was back in the lesson one girl sat next to me asked about the smell, I realised it was my badly wiped bum, I just blamed it on another kid I didn't like very much saying he did really bad farts.
Luckily it was last lesson so I managed to go home before anyone noticed the toilet was blocked and spilled onto the floor.Kristi and Steve
Survey
Kristi and Steve here.
I (Kristi) am here on the toilet. Just took a very relieving pee. I'm going to sit here for awhile. I don't really think there's going to be any poop coming. I already took a big one around lunch. But we'll see. Steve is sitting across from me, hoping I'll poop (he likes watching me pee as well).
So, we've decided to put together a survey. The questions are pretty random; there's no real pattern to them. Just questions that Steve and I are thinking up. Here goes:
1. Have you ever had to go so badly (pee or poop or both) that you cut someone in a line for a public restroom? (Kristi: Yes. Steve: No)
2. Have you ever let somebody cut in front of you because they said they really needed to go? (Kristi: Yes. Steve: Yes)
3. Thoughts on port-a-potties? (Kristi: Hate them, but will use them if necessary. Steve: Not a big deal.)
4. Would you rather have diarrhea or be constipated? (Kristi: Diarrhea definitely. I hate being constipated. Steve: Constipated.)
5. Brand of toilet paper you prefer? (Kristi: Charmin Ultra-soft. It's gentle on the butthole and gets me clean. Steve: Doesn't care.) (During COVID we used whatever we could find.
[By the way, no poop for me tonight. But Steve needs to, so I'll trade seats with him!]
6. Do you pee in the shower? (Kristi and Steve: All the time.)
7. Have you had a poop accident as an adult? (Kristi and Steve: Yes, we both have.)
8. Do you generally enjoy pooping? (Kristi: Of course! Steve: Don't love it, don't hate it.)
9. Are you able to poop in a very crowded restroom? (Kristi and Steve: Yes.)
10. Could you poop in a busy restroom if the stalls had no doors? (Kristi: I don't think I'd have a problem. But I prefer a door. Steve: Yes.)
11. If you poop once a day, is there a particular time that you poop? (Kristi: I usually poop within 30 minutes of waking up. But often I'll poop again later in the day. Steve: I don't have a regular time.)
12. Have you ever had a peeing contest with someone? (Kristi and Steve: Yes. With each other. And Kristi wins.)
13. Have you ever had a pooping contest with someone? (Kristi: Yes, with Steve... I always win. And once with my friend Amber. I won that one too. Steve: Yes, in a losing effort against Kristi.)
14. Do you ever check on your "progress" while you're pooping (I.e. scootching forward or standing up to look at your poop in the toilet before you're done going? (Kristi: Yep! Steve: No.)
15. Have you ever taken a picture of your poop and shared the picture with anyone? (Kristi: LOL. Yes I have. Steve knows all about that. Also a few of my girl friends. Steve: No. [That's a gender reversal if ever there was one!]
My pooping contest with Amber deserves a full story. I'll post that tomorrow.
Kristi
To Opal and Marie
Opal:
"Kristi, I saw that you were sad and I really wanted to post a reply, but I didn't, so I'm sorry."
Just the fact that you were thinking of me warms my heart. Thank you! I'm doing much better now.
Pooping helps with my mood. I think it's the endorphins that come from triggering that vagus nerve. But I too have cried on the toilet. Sometimes it's a sanctuary to let my emotions out.
And sometimes Steve (husband) will console me about whatever I'm going through while I'm sitting on the toilet. And he knows that that's not the time to turn it into something that leads to sex.
Marie: "First off has anyone else submitted things for posting but not have them gone through?"
I think I may have posted something that may have been against forum rules. Pooping with my husband watching usually leads us to the bedroom ; I may have posted something too risqué.
Lorenz
Toilet games
Darsolea, an older graduate student with whom I've become a great friend, picked me up at my dorm for what she called our labor day outing. I got our lunches at a deli and packed them in a cooler that rarely has seen that much food, if you know what I mean. In the year I've known her she has introduced this 18-year-old to lots of fine wines. As our relationship has become more intense she has introduced me to more of her lifestyle. Much of it is based on intrigue, sarcasm beyond boundary, and an openness regarding bodily functions. After a night of wine at her apartment, Darolea saw me unzip for a crucial pee into the toilet, but lunged at some items she had on top of the toilet tank that she didn't want to get waterlogged. Half asleep, I asked her why she had no faith in my judgment and aim. She flashed a hand-mirror in front of my unit and said she feared it might be undisciplined. In messing with me she also pointed out a couple of gray pubic hairs and said I might be salvageable after all. My fierce yellow stream was very disciplined for the first minute. Then I gave it a extra shake to make sure there were no droppings on the front of the bowl. She quoted some fancy management term for that and then complimented me about being exceptionally hygienic. I later googled the words and realized it was a compliment.
We made about an hour's drive to a huge state park that was unusually busy. Luckily Darsolea had been there before. By the time we paid our fees at the entrance gate she said he had some discomfort and needed to get onto a toilet ASAP. I pulled up a map on my phone and directed her into a parking section somewhat close to us. A toilet symbol flashed on my screen and we walked about two blocks up a steep hill to
get there. The hut was smaller than many freeway toll gates I've used. It had a picnic table and a grill built into concrete, plus a closet smaller than those in most dorms. There was a steel toilet coming out of the concrete and to the side, a similar wash basin next to it. Absolutely no privacy. The morning sun would illuminate the user like the lights on a theater stage. Plus, and these are Darsolea's words, at least 1,000 insects for each butt that took a seat there. With no one else around Darsolea had already partially dropped her torn jeans and black thong and sat up (it was the highest toilet I had ever seen) on the crude looking toilet. She swore at me for not remembering the two rolls of toilet paper on the back seat of the vehicle. I ran down to shag it and when I was slowly forcing myself uphill I could see an image of Darsolea sitting there 100% vulnerable and slowly cursing me to hurry up. She said the shit on her hole was going to be dry by the time I got back up there. So I took one roll and flung it at her like a pitcher would at a batter. Problem was that it hit the metal light pole right in front the her and bounced and rolled back toward me. She got off the toilet and hip-hopped totally exposing herself. She grabbed it, walked back, took her seat and cleaned herself.
While she was finishing cleaning herself from what was a pretty big crap (she said four days worth) but she exaggerates with a capital E, I unloaded our supplies and laid them out for our picnic. We ate and did about three hours of artwork from atop the highest hill in the area. After putting our supplies away and locking them up Darsolea suggested taking a hike. We took this trail for about an hour and then followed it back. About halfway back I started to feel the burn of an overdue pee. I turned to my left, took my unit out, and was getting ready to aim at the ground about a foot ahead of me. Darsolea swore, stepped in front of me, and said I wasn't getting off that easy. I admit, she was right. We were on a sharp hill and I was going to be peeing (strongly I suspected) but into the wind. Dumb I know! My next thought was equally dumb: drop to my knees and pee into the brush. She tore into that, but then opened a small leather packet she was carrying on her belt. She came out with a pill bottle that she held up, then looked in, and took out the last pill. I begged her not to make me put it on. Sure, it was a double-size pill container, but I was concerned that it could get stuck on my unit, and I feared it would have to be emptied and refilled several times.
Darsolea just laughed and asked my height. It is 5'8". We walked a few steps up to the top of the hill. She put a small stone in the bottle so it wouldn't blow over and placed it on a much larger rock. Then she had me back up about 5 feet, take out my unit and with my pee tip the bottle over. Luckily I had more than a minute of pee in me and about 45 to 50 seconds into it, I gave it a wild splash, like with a garden hose aimed at dirt on cement and that did the trick. Darsolea didn't think I could do it. But I did.
We both shared a gender-neutral toilet at a gas station when we got back to the city. Our competitive spirits were pretty well shot for the day and Darsolea slept part of the way back home.
Emma two
Relief after six days of constipation
After not being able to poo for six days I decided to take some laxatives just before I went to bed last night. I woke up this morning with a stomach ache and a desperate need to have a bowel movement so l went to the toilet. I sat down and relaxed but I could only pee. I pushed hard and got a couple of bits of poo out but that's it. I gave up and went into the kitchen and had a pint of orange juice and a big bowl of bran flakes for my breakfast and got ready for work. When I got to work I was busting for a wee as well as a poo so I went straight to the toilet and had a long relaxing wee but I still couldn't poo so I gave up and walked into the office to start my day. By morning break I had to poo really badly but I thought I'd still be constipated so I wasn't expecting to be having more than a wee. I got to the toilets to find all the cubicles were taken so I had to wait a minute or two. When the lady came out it was my supervisor and she apologised for the smell as she had a bit of a stomach upset. I went in after her and I didn't think it smelt that she bad but the seat was really warm so I knew she'd been on the toilet for quite a while. I sat down and relaxed and I was surprised as well as glad when my poo rushed out into the toilet while I peed. When it stopped I still felt like I had to go some more and I pushed out another load of soft poo and I felt so much better after that. My stomach ached was fading while I was wiping myself and by the time I got cleaned up my stomach felt fine. I washed my hands and had what remained of my break feeling so relieved and three pounds lighter.
Wednesday, September 08, 2021
Celine
Reply to Tom W
I've always had a pretty big bladder. Sometimes I think it could be hereditary-my mom can hold her pee for hours, too. One time we were on a really long car trip, at least eight hours or so, and we held it that whole time simply because we could. Needless to say, we were extremely desperate during the last hour and we had to find a gas station. We took stalls right next to each other and we both pissed for an eternity. It was so loud, it echoed off the walls. I went for over a minute, although it was coming in fits and starts towards the end. The relief was intense, indescribable.
Question for Kristi
When u poop is your poop logs,chunks pebbles? Mine are logs I like it when it comes out nice & smooth. What do u call the toilet? I call it the potty or the pot.
Rosalynne
State fair trip with children
Yesterday, me and my friend Bethany took my niece Sunshine, 5, and cousin Nathaniel, 4, to our state's fair. It's a hour-long drive from where we live. Bethany drove because she says otherwise riding in a car is boring, causes her anxiety, sometimes she almost pees her pants. That happened once when we were freshmen in high school and our orchestra had to pose with our instruments in this panoramic picture that had to be taken over and over by a professional photographer because one of about 80 of us would always mess up. Bethany peed herself after about 30 minutes of the confusion. She wore a dress that day and it ran down her legs. When I folded up her chair for her afterwards there was a stream dripping off. She was sitting on the toilet in tears when I checked up on her. She's shy and easily embarrassed, especially since she had tried to pee before the picture. No success then.
Once we got to the fairgrounds Nathaniel had to crap. The first option we came upon was a cluster of portable potties. Bethany pointed them out. I opened the door to one. It was hot but Nathaniel had been holding both hands over the back of his shorts. I went in with him, he dropped his shorts, and I had to lift him onto the much higher seat. I sincerely was hoping that he wouldn't be long since we would melt in there. There was no extra space. I leaned against the door and tore my arm when the door went flying open. If I hadn't caught myself on the door jam I would have fallen backwards over three stairs. I know Bethany and Sunshine saw it along with some others waiting for a ride.
I showed Nathaniel twice how to slide and latch the door lever. I heard a couple of splats between his legs and tried to hurry him along. He did two wipes and I did the final one. I yanked his shorts up with one hand while disengaging the door with the other.
After several rides on the carousel Bethany nervously said she had to pee. We were passing a main toilet building and I told her I would get a seat in the shade with Nathaniel if she would take Sunshine in with her. Sunshine's pretty self-sufficient as long as the crowds aren't that big. Such was the case. Bethany had a hard time getting her pee started, but after Sunshine jumped down and flushed Bethany did what she called about half the job. Sunshine came running out and gave me an all done report. I hugged Sunshine but the best Bethany could do was to complain about all the bugs flying around her. She said not having a privacy door was scary too. Half the doors have been removed from our high school bathrooms and I asked her how that could have been different. She seemed offended by what I said.
Right after lunch it was my turn to both crap and pee. There was some pee splashed on the seat but I didn't care because it was the only toilet in a long line that had a privacy door. There was just enough toilet paper on the roll for my wipe job. I had planned it perfectly. We did more rides, games and the petting zoo that afternoon. I think each of us used the toilets twice more that afternoon, but there were no major problems. Oh, but when Bethany dropped us off at my house she couldn't wait to be the first on the toilet. She had been holding it for like 45 minutes.
Kristi
To Victoria, Robyn, Midwesterner, and Lindsey
Victoria: SO happy that you're feeling better! We were worried about you. We love you, and Robyn obviously loves you tremendously.
I struggle with depression. I wish there was a way I could get your email on this site. But just know that you are loved and cared about.
That does sound like a very tough ordeal. Sorry you had to go through all of that.
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Midwesterner: Trust me... there are no words strong enough to describe how me and Emily's other friends feel about her ex. The cruelty she lived with on a daily basis... he should be in prison.
It is so good that she's found a real man who cherishes her. And that she's been able to love someone again. And it's great to hear that you strive to love your wife the same way. I'm also blessed to have a wonderful husband who has never been cruel to me and who treats me fast better than I feel like I deserve to be treated.
Your story about your hygienist friend Angie made me think about the way society looks at women when it comes to pooping.
There seems to be a general idea that women who are "attractive" (and that's in quotes because being attractive is subjective and nobody is ugly) just shouldn't poop in public. Emily, who is just flat-out gorgeous, has talked to me about this. So has my friend Amber who is also a beautiful woman. It's ridiculous. There should be no judgment for anyone.
Lindsey: I had to respond to this quote from you-
"I still take the occasional massive dump that has no business coming out of an average sized girl like me"
Trust me: Body size has no correlation to how much you poop. I'm tiny. Petite. Whatever you want to call me.
I take a huge dump every day. Some days I'll take TWO huge dumps. My hubby Steve is a muscular, 6'2" guy. His poops are tiny compared to mine. I don't eat that much. But I do eat a lot of fiber.
Steve will often tease me about where my poop is coming from. (I'll tell him, "From my butt, stupid!")
I took a huge dump last night with him watching, as he loves to do. I let him wipe me as well. He'd been gone on a business trip last week so we had some... er ... catching up to do (in the bathroom and the bedroom).
Also, Lindsey, I posted a week or so ago about when I clogged a jet-flush toilet at the Cincinnati airport. It may have been the biggest crap I've ever taken. We were rushing to get to the airport, and then we had to rush to get through security. I was holding it the whole time. There was no way I was going to hold it anymore once we got to our gate. They started boarding as I was finishing up.
Steve and I are going camping next weekend. Primitive style. No bathrooms. I'll post any interesting stories.
Love you all,
KristiOpal
Sadness and diarrhea
Dear Hisae+3, wow, I'm so glad you liked my story!!! As for one of your more recent posts, I also have experience with crying on the toilet. I cry in the bathroom a good bit, either on the toilet or in the shower. I think it's been a while since I cried because pooping hurt so bad, though.
Kristi, I saw that you were sad and I really wanted to post a reply, but I didn't, so I'm sorry. I'm very glad you feel better now. I rememeber how last year when I heard upsetting stuff in the news, I had to run to the potty and poop out almost the entire contents of my guts. It didn't even feel nice when I did it, either, because it burned a little and felt really slimy. Although it felt good to have it out afterwards. Well, anyway, this year that's sorta happening again. At some points the stomach pain I get from stress and anxiety can get me crying! I worry a little bit that if I relax and release my worries, I'll also be releasing some steaming plops. That'd be OK, actually. I'd rather poop it all out and then be able to sleep.
Midwesterner
New House Pooping Story and Replies
@Victoria
I'm glad that you are starting to feel more like your normal self again! That took a lot of guts to share what you did. You are gifted in the way you write, so I always enjoy your posts. I can't say I would have enjoyed being in the situation that you were in at the doctor's office myself (and I can't think of anybody who would), but I think you handled it better than majority of people would have!
@Lindsey
Welcome to the forum! That was quite a unique story about the wildfire! I can imagine that would have been a very stressful time to try and poop. I find that stress often makes people omit things that would normally be pretty automatic for them to do, so I'm glad that your parents were at least understanding of that. To answer your question, as a 25 year old, I still generally have similar size dumps to what I did back in middle and high school, but I guess if I think about it, I used to occasionally have some that were toilet cloggers. I find it rare for me to have toilet clogging dumps now. Part of it is because my stool tends to be a bit looser than it was back then. So I guess the concise way of putting it would be that on average my dumps are the same, but the very large dumps have become less and less.
@Evan C.
Great story about sharing the outhouse with your aunt. I have a few similar stories that I will more than likely write about in the future. I do think that experiences like what you shared definitely can help develop a stronger relationship with someone. That's part of the reason my wife and I are so open with our bathroom habits. I look forward to more posts from you!
This story takes place awhile ago when I was just out of high school and still lived with my dad and sister. We had just moved into a new to us house at the time. It was the morning after our first overnight in the house, and I felt like I needed to have a morning poop. This was an older house, but there was one bathroom that was remodeled and more secluded from the rest of the house, so I figured this would be the best bathroom to take a dump in (and it ended up being where I took 99 percent of my dumps while I lived there). Anyway, I went in and shut the door, turned the light on (since it was sort of early in the morning yet), and cracked open the frosted window about 8 inches or so. It was a nice temperature outside and I thought my poop might smell, so the window being open seemed like a good option. It looked like the previous owners installed a new toilet, so I lifted the lid, pulled my pajama pants down to my ankles, and sat my bare butt on the seat. I remember how I was very pleasantly surprised with how comfortable this toilet was to sit on. It was a very welcome feature of this new to us house after moving from the house I had lived in (and the toilet I had used) since I was a little kid. I can't remember exactly how the actual pooping went, but it was more than likely a fairly normal pooping session for me.
For the rest of the story to make sense, I should probably explain the way this bathroom was laid out. As you walked in, the toilet was basically right in front of you against the wall to the right (you'd be viewing the toilet from the side while walking in), which was the interior wall of the house. On the wall to the left, the exterior wall, was a large medicine cabinet, then a sink. Next to the sink was a window, which was directly across from the toilet. The window was frosted to provide some privacy, but if you opened it from the bottom, then someone my height sitting on the toilet would get a decent view outside. I was enjoying sitting on the toilet, taking a nice leisurely poop, taking in the morning summer air, when something unexpected happened. There was a lady around 50 years old or so who lived next door. I remember she kept herself in shape and looked pretty attractive for her age. Well, she was taking advantage of the cooler weather in the morning for some yard work. I saw her in the distance and didn't think much of it, but then she went over to do something at the edge of her yard. She looked up and then made direct eye contact with me. It's not like she could see me on the toilet, but I think she knew full well that I was pooping, because why else would I be sitting that low in the bathroom? We looked at each other for a few seconds and then she smiled, blushed, and looked away. I believe I just shut the window and went about my business. I will say that over the course of the couple years I lived there, she never said anything further about that little incident. This whole thing was purely coincidental, so I still don't hold anything against her and it seemed like she didn't hold anything against me. My takeaway from this little story is that sometimes awkward moments happen with other people when you're on the toilet, so it's best for both parties to just accept that those moments happen and move on!Nia
Reply to Tom W
Hi. I think my grandma told me what I should do but didn't really help. So I tried squatting like she said. But it wasn't easy so I was on all fours. But I don't remember if she told me I was doing it wrong later. I think they wanted that I try on my own. Yes it's much easier with skirts! With pants I can't put them down to much or I wee on them. The best way is like you said but it's not always easy to balance. At first the wee always comes out in front but in the end it's not a strong stream so it runs over my butt. It just happens like that but happens less when I'm weeing a lot and it's a big stream.
Yes it's feels really weird when others can see. On our camping trip my sister and I always went away from our campsite to wee and poo but it was on the campsite. Just away from other people and tents.
And you said you never had a poo in school. I don't mind doing a poo in school but I know a lot of girls never go poo there. It's just not really nice during a break because then a lot of others are in the bathroom too.
David P
Squatting on a box
Hi David P here with another update. I had to write this as I've just had a really satisfying poo. I thought I'd try something that I read online about how squatting opens up the kink in your rectum. I have tried going on tip toes before that is useful but nowhere near as satisfying as squatting ontop of a box or stool. It really helps and the plops are amazing. So I got an urge to poo again in a big way, it was 2 days before my last poo so thought it may be a big one. I certainly felt that way. I went into the bathroom, locked the door and grabbed a storage box to pop my feet up onto. I placed the box in front of the toilet and sat on the toilet, putting my feet up on the stool and as instructed by the Internet putting my elbows resting on my knees. Then sat slightly forward. I didn't even need to push and out came what felt like a hard cracked poo like a type 3 on the Bristol stool scale. It kept growing but I couldn't see as I was facing forward. The turd kept on coming with no need to push at all. Then Splosh. Another turd slowly came out. Plop then followed by the final piece that made a very loud PLOOP! Sound as it firecly hit. I stood up and looked into the toilet to see all the long smelly turds that looked pretty hard yet they came out so easy in this squatting position. I wiped, but it was clean as it came out so cleanly. Flushed and washed my hands feeling amazing!
I urge all of you to try pooping when squatting on a large sized box and it will be wonderful I promise. Search online for the position you need with your elbows on your knees and do not push or hold your breath. It will come out without needing to.
David P
David P
A quick update
Lindsey: very happy welcome to the site. I loved your first couple of stories. I know how you felt I was lurking for a while before I had the courage to post but I love this community now. Sounds like you can poo a lot! In answer to your question, before the age of 11 I would poo massive turds that would take me a good 40 mins to strain out they were massive but over time my poos got smaller and softer. The same infrequent pooing but less painful even now in my 20s. In my teens I was very constipated again but more like pebbles and lumps. I think the size of your turds may be because of bad diet in your teens or just a high metabolism. Some years ago I blocked the toilet with a massive poo after about 2 days of not going. My family had to unlock the loo and it was so embarrassing, they gave it the nickname 'the churro' for obvious reason.
Now for A quick update
Yesterday I managed to do a big clear out, hurray! Finally could poo after around 4 days. I woke up with a big urge to go but wanted to wait until the coast was clear so I could shit in peace. Once I was alone. I sat on the loo in just a top and pants. The urge was so strong it was kind of painful around my bumhole. All I had to do was relax my bum muscles and out came this really long turd. It came out around 2 inches when I had to start pushing gently, I looked between my legs to see this long smooth brown log dangling out, growing and growing very slowly out. I heard the crackling sounds as it made its way out. Watching it slither from side to side and make a slight flump sound as it hit the water. Out came the next poo which was even longer, crackling on the way out and floomp as it landed as I panted with relief. Not sure how the second was longer than the first? This was followed by another shorter poo that splashed and finally a smaller log that Plopped down. I dribbled a bit of left over wee, I pushed and grunted a bit as some pencil thin bits of brown left overs came out my hole. I stood up to wipe and looked into the bowel absolutely full of turds. 4 days worth of poo! I flushed and left the bathroom.
As always happy pooin, David P
Marie
Replies
First off has anyone else submitted things for posting but not have them gone through?
Second, SquatSpotter that story is so cute? Are you new here?
-Marie
James
Reply to Tom W and a related story
Tom W: I think the situation with the coach was a bit of a tricky one for the teachers. Our school was in a small town in a fairly rural part of southwest England, and the last 60-90 minutes of the drive were off the motorways, so there were no services. This was also what led to me having the accident in the family car that I wrote about earlier after not going when I had the chance at the last services available. Given a choice between having kids going by the side of a busy road at dusk, or just trying to get back as quickly as possible, I don't blame them for trying the latter - and I don't think they realised until afterwards just how bad the toilet situation had become. This was the first half of the 1990s, and our teachers were usually OK about people leaving the classroom if they needed to, certainly compared to the situation 10-20 years earlier, based on what some UK posters wrote about their childhoods in the early days of this board.
Quite a lot has changed over the years though - for example, coaches for long school trips usually have a built-in toilet now, there are more and cleaner rest stops on the roads, and anyone having diarrhoea at school or on a trip (either in the toilet or elsewhere) would be sent home straight away and expected to stay home until they had been well for two days. This mostly wouldn't have made any difference to me as a kid as I was usually too shy to ask to leave the classroom even when I would definitely have been allowed to. It would have probably helped the kids in the back of the coach on the trip I wrote about last time though. Whether I would have used a coach toilet would have probably depended on whether my friend did or not, but I would have been very reluctant even if the alternative was an accident.
Thinking about being in a situation where someone else's accident allowed me to keep my own undetected, I'll describe what was probably the longest length of time I ever sat in pooey pants without being found out and cleaned up. This happened when I was very young - early in Year 1 (age six) - and the fact that kids with diarrhoea weren't always sent home straight away back then was a factor too.
This happened in the morning of a day in winter, quite close to Christmas. Every morning, after registration, we would all troop into the school hall for an assembly, which would be a fifteen-minute meeting where we all sat on the floor in rows whilst one of the teachers gave us news, perhaps taught about one of the school values, and led us in singing a song or two (back when this was compulsory in UK schools). We'd then file back to our classrooms, youngest classes first. On Fridays, there was a special longer assembly where one class would present something about their class topic for that term - it might be a parody-style re-enactment of a scene from history, or groups dourly explaining what they'd learnt, depending on how fun their teacher was. At Christmas, two of the year groups would get together to do a bigger panto, and the rest of the school would watch - they would then repeat it for their parents at the end of the school day. This was one of those panto days, and my year was sat cross-legged on the floor near the front of the hall to watch, with the reception kids sitting in front of us. We were expected not to interrupt our Year 2/Year 4 peers on stage by talking or fidgeting.
Not long into the performance, I started to feel the growing urge to do a poo, and I concentrated on holding it in whilst watching the panto. This wasn't too hard at first, as sitting with legs crossed on a hard wooden floor meant that most of my weight was helping me keep control down there. The pressure eased off for a while, before coming back, and this happened every two or three minutes. Each time, the pressure was a little stronger, but I kept holding on. The last place I wanted to have an accident was in the middle of literally half the school. There was no farting, or stomach ache - just a progressive sense of urgency - but at least the easing-off gave me a bit of time to gather my strength and resolve to hold on until the end of the performance. It never even occurred to me to put my hand up to ask if I could be excused, and I didn't seriously think I would have an accident at this point.
After another ten minutes or so, things were getting really desperate for me - the pressure wasn't easing off now, and I could feel I was now at risk of losing the battle, but I was still convinced that if I kept my bum firmly on the floor I'd be OK. Just at that moment, there was a loud and very obviously wet fart from a girl in my class sat a couple of kids to my side - everyone turned to look, and at that moment she did another long and wet fart that was clearly more than just gas, burst into tears, and stood up and walked to the side of the hall where the teachers were sitting. We all saw as she then held her ???? and bent forward, and runny light brown poo fell from under her skirt onto the hall floor as she went in her pants once more. Of course, there was an instant hubbub as everyone started talking, until the deputy head came to the front, called for silence, and asked the kids on stage to continue. In the meantime, off to the side of the hall, the poor girl was led out to the toilet and the caretaker came to put sawdust over her poo, ready to clean it up.
Whilst all of this was happening, I had (rather more quietly and much less dramatically) lost my own battle. Another wave had come, and the pressure was just too much - even though I was still sitting down, the poo pushed its way out in a sudden rush, and it almost all went forward in my pants because of the way I was sitting cross-legged. It was all of a uniform soft mushy consistency, but not very wet. I did manage to regain control before everything came out, and I sat there like a statue, hoping no-one would notice. Fortunately, although there was a definite smell of poo, everyone assumed it was from the pile of sawdust to the side of the room (these days, I'm sure the hall would have been evacuated).
After the panto finished we had playtime, and I rushed to the toilet and did some more soft poo there. I tried to wipe a bit out of my pants, but I couldn't really work out how to do it at that age because it was so mushy, so I soon gave up. The mess was mostly contained in the gusset area and the bottom bit of the "Y", and none had escaped into my trousers - at this point it was a much smaller accident than most of the others I've written about. I put the pants back on (feeling the poo squish back around me) and went to my classroom. The girl who had pooed her knickers had been sent back to class too with a spare pair of underwear, and again no-one suspected that there was another source for the lingering smell of poo.
We went for lunch, and started afternoon lessons. Lunch always tended to make me need a poo, and that day was no exception - I again found myself with rapidly-building pressure, and this time also with a bit of a ???? ache. My poor classmate was having a much worse time than me though - she had put her head on the desk at this point, was very pale, and looked like she was going to cry again. Suddenly, before the teacher noticed she looked unwell, she did another very wet fart, and seconds later very runny poo started to drip from her chair. A few seconds later she burped and was then sick on her desk, before bursting into tears again. The sound of her being sick made me panic and I lost control myself almost immediately - again, I did it in my pants silently, but this time there was more poo, and it was wetter, although not runny. It mostly went up the back of my pants, which at least balanced out the accident from the morning. I managed to regain control once again, but I still felt I needed to go. This time, the girl was sent to the nurse and then sent home, as she really should have been in the morning. We all had to go and sit on the carpet at the front of the classroom and listen to stories whilst the caretaker cleaned up the mess at the back, and I could feel my poo squishing around as I sat down in it.
When the bell rang for afternoon break, I tried to get to the toilet to let the rest of my poo out, but I had a worse and more urgent surge of pressure as I stood up, and I pooed myself again with very mushy poo before I even got out of the classroom. Because it felt like everything had come out now, instead of continuing to the loo, I 'dealt' with the problem by ignoring it, and I sat in my mess all the way through the last half-hour of the day - it felt very warm and soft. Again, I was lucky to be wearing old fashioned kid's Y-fronts with decent legbands, so nothing escaped. Before too long it was hometime, and my mum collected me and we started to walk home - I remember the feeling of the poo squishing around at the top of my legs. However, I could feel more pressure building as we walked, and as we got to the garden gate I felt a cramp in my side and lost control again. This time it was much runnier and some of it squeezed out of the legs of my pants and out of the bottom of my trouser legs, which my mum immediately noticed. She asked what had happened, and I told her how I'd had a bit of a ???? ache in the afternoon and then I'd suddenly needed to go desperately. I also told her about the girl who had been sick and messed her knickers. She took me inside and peeled off my dirty trousers and pants, showered off the worst of the poo and then gave me a bath to get properly clean.
It turned out that there was a stomach bug going round - I had several more runny poos (but no sickness - I was lucky with that) that evening and the next day, fortunately all in the toilet, and along with quite a few kids in my class I ended up having a day off sick over to recover. This was a few years before norovirus started to be recognised as a big cause of contagious diarrhoea, which as I said at the beginning led to much stricter rules about schools cleaning up after accidents and sickness, and enforcing a 48H quarantine.
There was just one other time when I got away with an accident because of someone else's misfortune, but I'll write about that another day as this post is already too long.
Monday, September 06, 2021
Stephen
To Tyler C
I do absolutely love your accident stories, glad to see you posting them.
It was nice of you to wet your pants to make your cousin comfortable, even if it meant turning your tighty whities yellow.
Keep them stories coming thoughLindsey
A Terribly Timed Toilet Clog
I thought I'd share a pretty funny (at least now that we can look back and laugh at it) story from my past.
Back when I was a senior in high school there was a big wildfire in the neighboring county. People in our neighborhood were definitely on edge knowing it was likely going to reach our area too. We had been advised to have everything packed to go so we could leave at a moment's notice.
One night after I had gotten home from volleyball practice I was sitting on the toilet taking a big dump when I heard my mom call me from downstairs saying that we had just gotten the order to evacuate. I told her I was using the bathroom but that I'd be down shortly. My mom sounded frustrated but understood and just said to hurry up. I put my phone down and turned my full attention to getting my load out. It worked because only a minute or two later I had laid my big turd and was done. I wiped a couple times and stood up. I pulled the flush but my turd was just too big to flush.
As an aside, admittedly I clogged our toilet quite frequently to the point where my parents actually bought a newer toilet, thinking the old one was just faulty. After I continued to clog the new one too, it became apparent it wasn't the toilet's problem, oh the joys of being a big dumper .
Anyways, as I was watching the toilet clog, my mom called again saying to hurry up. With no time to get the plunger out and unclog it, I just had to leave it for when we got back. I also neglected to close the lid, which turned out to be a big mistake.
Even though the fire didn't end up getting all that close to our house , we ended up being displaced for over a week. During that time, we were all stressed out about the entire situation.
We finally got to go back after 10 days. As we were unpacking the car, my little brother ventured upstairs only to quickly come back down with his shirt over his nose and announce to the three of us that it smelled like literal crap upstairs. I immediately went flush as I had totally forgotten about the clogged toilet I had left. I had to admit to everyone that I clogged it right as we had been leaving and didn't have time to plunge. My parents were obviously understanding but did ask me to go fix it right away.
I took only a step up the stairs when I could start to smell it. By the time I got to the top, I too was using my shirt to cover my face. I walked into the bathroom, nearly gagging by then, to see the toilet still open. If you thought a normal poop could smell bad, imagine a big one that had been sitting there clogging the toilet for 10 days. My original turd was quite big, but after a week+ of sitting there, it had absorbed literally all the water in the bowl and was now significantly wider. Other than dealing with the stench, plunging was pretty quick due to how much it had softened up. Just a handful of thrusts and a few flushes and the toilet was working normally again. While unclogging was easy, the same couldn't be said about getting everything clean. After 10 days of sitting there, it left some gigantic skid marks that took some serious bleach and vigorous scrubbing over a couple days to finally get it to go away.
The smell was largely improved once the turd itself was gone, but there was a noticeable poop smell for the next 48 hours or so too no matter how much air freshener we used.
So that's my cautionary tale of not leaving a toilet clogged for over a week. It certainly beat losing our house, but also put a bit of a damper on our return. My little brother already made fun of me for clogging the toilet so much with my, as he calls them, "Lindsey-sized logs", but this is the one specific instance he still brings up. I'm lucky I have thick skin cause there doesn't seem to be a person we know that he hasn't told the story to.
Lindsey
Intro
Hi I tried to post an intro a week or so back but don't see it posted so something must've gone wrong…
Anyways, hi I'm Lindsey. I stumbled on this forum totally by accident and have been loving it! I love how open others are to sharing their toilet stories. While I'm not embarrassed about pooping or using the bathroom in general, I wouldn't have ever thought about sharing it so openly with others even if it is largely anonymous. After reading tons of stories on here, I thought why the heck not, ill post my own. I wouldn't say I've ever really enjoyed pooping like so many on here seem to.
As you can probably tell from the other story I posted, back in high school I tended to take quite large dumps. Much to the dismay of my family growing up, this meant I clogged a lot of toilets. Pulling the flush always involved a lot of crossed fingers and prayers. At home at least, those prayers usually went unanswered. I did my best to poop at school and away from home wherever I could find a commercial grade toilet which, at least usually, handled my offerings. Still, there was only so much planning I could do. I was a daily pooper, so there were still at minimum a couple clogs a week. I shared a bathroom with my younger brother who missed no opportunities to tease me about my 'habit'.
Now that I'm a bit older and out of college, my dumps have luckily gone down in size quite a bit. I still take the occasional massive dump that has no business coming out of an average sized girl like me, but it's definitely less often than it used to be. Whereas when I was in high school I'd probably clog our home toilet about half the time, at my own place now it's probably only like one in five or so.
Have any others found that their poops were larger during their late teen years than they are now? That was definitely the case for me.
I had to laugh reading a story on here from somewhat recently about another girl named Lindsey who, from the sounds of it, took some giant poops. The author wrote about her actually clogging their high powered office toilets multiple times a week! Maybe we are long lost sisters, though sounds like hers would dwarf mine even in my heyday.
Maybe my next story I'll write about one of the few times I actually clogged a jet flush toilet.Nirvana (he/him)
when i was about seven or eight i didn't feel good throughout the whole school day, my stomach felt queasy. i had gym for the last period before i could go home, and thats when i felt so uncomfortable and so sick. i felt a fart coming on, so, i farted. thats when it hit me, i need to use the restroom. on the bus ride home i felt like i was going to blow chunks. it was a friday, so i had the weekend to relax, thankfully. when i got home i took a colossal shit into my toilet, flushed and then went to bed. when i woke up, i felt even worse. my stomach was all bubbly, so i went back to bed just to sleep it off. well, when i woke back up i felt it coming. i ran downstairs and said "mom i feel sick but i don't know which way it's gonna come out!!" and i started running upstairs to the bathroom, puking all over the stairs and trying not to shit myself, because i had no boxers on. i got to the toilet and started vomiting, thats when i felt my buttcheeks get all tingly and wet, i shit myself but it was sticking to my buttcheeks. it smelled like absolute death in that bathroom, i nearly passed out from the smell alone!!! after everything calmed down, my mom gave me a bath and she helped me wash up, since i was too weak to do it myself. when i got in bed i fell right asleep, waking up at around 6 o'clock in the morning. my dad was awake, typing. i told him "dad, i don't feel good!" and he rushed me to the bathroom and shut the door on me. i tried puking again but nothing cane out, that's when i felt my guts churning, i needed to poop again. i was too weak to stand up and sit on the toilet seat, but there was a towel right under my ass. i squatted down and let out a soft, almost diarrhea-like pile of turds onto the towel. i didn't clean it up because i was a kid, so my dad had to. he didn't punish me because i was sick and it was very last resort. i'm so glad i haven't gotten that sick in years.
SquatSpotter
laundry time fun
So about an hour ago I was washing my sheets when I started leaking in my diaper a little bit. As soon as I felt the wetness I got the sudden urge to tinkle into my sheets that I was about to wash. So I unfastened the tapes on my diaper with one hand while squeezing my penis with the other and put the sheets bunched up between my legs then went tinkle, emptying a somewhat full bladder into the sheets which did not even leak on the floor. After that I pulled my diaper back on and refastened the tapes.
I think I just found a way to make laundry a lot more fun anytime I am washing sheets or towels. I think next time I am going to try and hold my poop for the occasion even though I have have more accidents with that then I do with my bladder.
David P
To Cammie: I enjoyed your latest story about pooing in the bath, sounds like a relieving amount you passed. Great descriptions of the brown snakes that you birthed. It is crazy that we can all get proud of our brown creations, I know I do anyway! I think the term 'given birth to' is fitting since we somehow feel connected in some way. Do you agree? What has been the biggest poo you have done?
To Jennifer and Jasmin K: I really do miss the posts by Jennifer and Jasmin K. I do hope you are both ok and keeping well, it has been ages since we exchanged messages. If you see this, please post soon! you are missed by me, and I guess so by others too!
Midwesterner
Replies and a Short Story
@Robyn
I feel sorry for Victoria and what she's going through. From what you describe, it sounds a lot like depression. As someone who has struggled with depression a bit in the past, the best thing someone could do was be there to listen to me and hear me out, yet not push/ pry into me for information. Sometimes it's more that you're looking just to have someone to be there to talk to, not to necessarily work out a bunch of solutions. Above all, knowing that I was loved and supported by someone was by far the best glimpse of hope. I will say that my experience is that depression, among other mood disorders, can play some interesting tricks on your stomach and digestive system. In my personal case, it seemed like I'd get loose stools, probably partly due to the less than ideal eating habits I developed during that part of my life. I also would get tension in my gut that would sometimes cause me to need to poop right away. I pray for both you and Victoria through this situation!
@Kristi
Your post about your friend Emily invoked a deep feeling of empathy for her. I can't even begin to imagine treating anybody, let alone my wife, the way her former husband treated her! What I want to say about her former husband would probably not be tolerated on this forum, but I'm sure you can infer what I'm getting at. As someone who above all, does all he can to treat his wife well and make sure she is taken care of, it's absolutely insane that he would not only deny her access to a bathroom (which is abusive in itself), but then would actually physically abuse her for having an accident! Did he realize that the poor woman is a human being who pees and poops like any other person? There is no place for people like him in society. I'm very glad that Emily is working through the traumas leftover from that relationship, and that she not only feels comfortable pooping around you, but is starting to feel comfortable pooping around her fiance! I will say that reading what I did made me hug my own wife a little longer that night. I am so blessed to be in a relationship where we both feel free and open to pee and poop as we need and not feel judged or at odds because of it.
Earlier this week I had to go to the dentist for a teeth cleaning and general checkup. As my dental hygienist, Angie, was wrapping up, I noticed she started to get kind of fidgety. When we finished, she started to walk with me out towards the front desk. I know Angie fairly well and knew she recently injured her leg, so she was walking kind of slowly, but I could tell she had some haste in her walk. The bathroom was on the way to the front desk, and she said "sorry, I need to hit the restroom, I'll talk to you later!" I told her it was no problem and that it was nice to see her. As soon as she went in, I very quickly heard her butt hit the seat and then heard a very loud pee stream come out of her. I thought that maybe she just needed to pee really badly, so I didn't think much of it. I went to the front desk to set up my next appointment and such, and by the time I got done, maybe 4-5 minutes later, I felt like my breakfast was working its way out of me. I could have pretty easily run home, but this dental office is a brand new building, and they have a couple of pretty nice restrooms. I went back to the restroom and saw that someone was still in there. I heard the sound of toilet paper being ripped off, so I thought it probably wouldn't take too much longer. It sounded like whoever was in there (I assumed it was still Angie) was wiping a fair amount. Eventually I heard the toilet flush and then the occupant washed their hands. The door opened and it was Angie. She blushed because it was pretty obvious she was pooping. She really had no need to be embarrassed around me. I wouldn't hold pooping against her at all, but I can understand how she felt, especially being a fairly attractive middle aged woman. In fact, we've used the bathroom at each other's houses before. She shyly said "sorry!" I tried to make her feel better by telling her "don't worry, you're perfectly fine, I'm going to do the same thing." I think she felt slightly less embarrassed then judging by her facial expressions. I went in and shut the door. I was greeted with a definite poop smell, but not anything super strong. I went over to the toilet and saw a couple of small light brown skidmarks in the bowl. I pulled my clothing down and sat on the warm commercial style seat and settled in for my dump. It came out in several well formed pieces that left me feeling much better. Once I finished, I got out and saw that I had nobody waiting. However, as I was walking down the hall to leave, I noticed a female patient in her 40's or so heading for the bathroom. She didn't have anything to say to me. My take away from this is that I do not hold pooping against anybody, and that I understand that it's a natural function that we all need to do. The world would be so much better if we all realized that!
Kristi
To Robyn and Victoria
Robyn and Victoria:
I am so sorry to hear about Victoria.
I struggle with depression. I had a hard bout a few weeks ago that I'm just now getting out of.
There's no easy answer and I'm no professional. I would tell her you're concerned. And tell her how loved she is.Kristi
Kristi here.
I'm posting from the comfort of a wonderful hot bath. Steve is out of town on business so it's just me.
I took a nice long pee standing up in the tub as the water was filling up. Now I'm lying here in our soaker completely relaxed from head to toe and everything in between.
I'm totally ready to poop but I don't feel like getting out of this hot bath. I don't want to get out and be cold. Granted I'd get back in the tub after I was done, but I want to enjoy this dump.
So... I'm having serious thoughts about just going in the tub.
I've NEVER pooped in the tub since I was like a toddler. It's just not something I thought I'd ever feel like doing. It feels dirty but at the same time I REALLY don't want to get out of the tub.
I've already made a few fart bubbles. My anus is completely relaxed.
Can I really do this?
We have a big soaker tub so it's not like my poop is going to be right underneath me.
I wish these posts were live so I could get your opinions!!!
Sigh. Can't do it. I'm the one who cleans this tub. I'm 28 years old. A little old to be crapping in the tub. Going to get out and use the toilet like a big girl.
Brrrr. I toweled off but still... brrrr.
Gonna poop now. Excuse me...
AH. THAT felt good.
2 nice dark brown logs that just slid out with minimal pushing. I'd say one is 9 inches long and the other is 6 inches long. Pretty sure the longer one came out first.
Going to see if I can push out a little more.
Incidentally, I took a nice poop at the grocery store yesterday. Was in the middle of shopping and just left my cart in the aisle to go take care of business. While I was going, I heard maybe the longest pee ever in another stall. I wish I'd timed it on my phone but she had to have peed for at least a minute and a half, and I'm not exaggerating. I could never hold that much... and my pees are usually at least 30 seconds which is longer than most ladies.
Okay, just pushed out a decent poop ball. Think that's all I have in me. Gonna give it one more good push.
Nope, that's all.
Well, this is going to be a clogger if I try to flush now. I'm going to leave it sitting for awhile to soften up.
Back to the tub! Gotta clean my butt.
Ah. Water still feels great. Got myself squeaky clean with a washcloth.
Let's see... stories... stories...
OK, this one's from college.
So, I am now a pretty shameless pooper. There are very, very few situations where I'd be embarrassed to "take a load off".
In college I wasn't so shameless. I could poop in public, but I was self-conscious about the sounds and the smell.
So, at my college library, there was a bathroom on the 4th floor that was really tucked away. I don't think many people knew about it.
I was comfortable pooping at my dorm, but sometimes I preferred to have privacy (or as much privacy as you can get in college). This was before I lived in a dorm where me and my roommate shared one bathroom. As a freshman and sophomore, I shared a bathroom with my whole floor of girls. I got over pretty much any shyness I'd ever had there.
But one particular night, I'm putting in a long study session at the library when I get the urge to go take a crap.
So I go to that top-floor bathroom that's tucked away and go into one of the two stalls.
I had just finished peeing when I hear the bathroom door open. And then I see a pair of shoes go into the other stall.
I'm not annoyed, per se. But I was kind of looking forward to a nice, private poop.
So I figure I'll just wait until she's done peeing and then get down to business.
I hear her pee; I wait for the sound of wiping and flushing... but those sounds don't come. After a good minute of silence my brilliant mind deduced that whoever it was was there to do the same thing as me.
So for a solid 2 or 3 minutes, we play the waiting game. Both of us are wanting the other person to finish up so I/she can poop in private.
Eventually my bowels are pretty much demanding to be emptied, so I decide to break the ice.
So I said (and these aren't the exact words, but they're close enough), "I think we're both waiting for each other to go."
A friendly voice says, "Yes. It's hard for me to go in public."
I really didn't want to, but I offered to leave. She says, "No, you were here first."
We then have a pleasant conversation. She was a freshman; she lived with her parents just a few miles off of campus (and she would pretty much always take her craps at home.)
So finally I basically tell her, "No judgment from me. I'll start going."
And I do. And a minute later, I hear her finally start going. And by the sound of things, she REALLY had to go.
We both finished and washed our hands next to each other. She was very pretty. Taller brunette girl. We exchanged some small talk and then went our separate ways.
Bye for now!
Love,
KristiEpiphanyseeker
NEED TO PUT A CORK IN IT for Rogue Burning Man
Theres no portos in a desert with 20,000 people...
So Im curiius what do yall do when you want to put a cork in it and stop pooping for several days?
Ya, there's over the counter anti- diarrhea stuff ...
And im curious your experiences with thos and other options?
Like what to eat
(Or avoid eating)
To maintain energy levels?
Ive also had diarrhea for like 10 years since i drank some bad water and (i think) infested myself by accident. I'd love to slow that down!
I say "I think" because like 15 years ago i awoke at 3am thirsty, saw a bottle of water and drank it. Tasted just a *little* off - like a tuny bit of King Tutankhamun corpse had fallen in. But it was 3am, i was NOT thinking well!
6am i awoke barfing all over the yard ... that same "Egyot Burp" where my burp tasted like King Tuts corpse (I imagine) would taste!
(The barf spot was bare of grass for about 2 years agter that!)
I never could convince any Dr to test anything. Not till i got cancer and the radiation treatements were endangered by shitty guts (literally).
BC 10 years ago my guts shifted from barfing pretty regularly, like i FELT the shift from stomach to gut.
And that began 10 years of diarrea.
So tests during the cancer ohase of this maladventure found no infestation.
But the hormone treatments to keep the cancer down DID give me even greater heat sensitivity so i couldnt eat anything of substance for 7 weeks the first summer of hormone treatments! Ya. That did slow down tje diarrhea- but not eating meanst almost NO energy to the point that i slept 17hrs a day and could barely do stairs. Lost like 30 pounds of muscle :(
So a prescriotion of Marinol restated st ok mach motility so at least i didnt barf everything up! But now ive a conundrum.
I wont have any energy if i dont eat and barfing is super uncomfortable and the diarrhea wont stop immediately anyway. So Marinol is still motivating the stomach (and giving me the munchies, of course! Thats why they give it to cancer patients!)
So ... special case, what can i take (food, supplements, minerals, herbs?) To stop myself up at the exhaust when the intake is still working?
I also asked my docs about fecal transplant to reset my guts maybe? They said only if i had c.diff, which tests failed to find, so, no, they wknt do fecal transplant either. Im so miserable, I'm literally ready to eat shit if it would cure this!
Because ive resisted radiation treatments bc they *IRRADIATE THE GUT* which means my shincter muscles would be damaged which means i could possibly shit myself for the rest of my life - sokid shits would be not so bad, but endless rivers of diarrhea? Ya, just shoot me now.
So ... what so y'all do to out a cork in it?
Thanks for maybe saving my life and ... in the meantime ... join an epoc party in the desert, while i still have some life!
Sincerely, EpiphanyseekerVictoria B.
Feeling better again!
Hey!
It's Victoria, I'm back and doing much better now thanks to Robyn, her mom, Minappé, Chae, Maholin and Kazu-chan! Now that I know I'm okay I'll tell the story of what got me down in the dumps.
Like Robyn said last time it all started at my most recent gastro appointment. I had been feeling nauseous and losing weight recently and those can be worrying signs for IBS patients because they're common symptoms of early-stage colon cancer and IBD of either ulcerative colitis or Crohn's disease. One of human anatomy's less endearing tricks is that it's possible for someone to have IBS and IBD at the same time. The end result of all of this was that I had to give a stool sample. If there was anything suspicious like blood in my sample I would've had to go back for a colonoscopy but I know now that my samples tested negative across the board and I don't have IBD or colon cancer. This being said, having to give the stool sample was one of the most embarrassing moments of an entire life of bathroom mishaps.
I had already been earlier that day but felt like there might have been more inside me and regardless, I didn't want to deal with the hassle of doing the sample in either my bathroom or Robyn's. The nurse came in and explained how much each of the three different sample containers had to be filled, what temperature to store them at before giving me the sample containers and the one that they wanted me to poop into, what's called a hat. I told the nurse that I needed a BM and would rather give the sample there. It's not fun having to store or transport your own poop back to a lab! She didn't want to let me because of safety procedures necessitated by the recent surge of Covid cases and concerns about sterilization but finally relented when one of the lab techs told her that she'd escort me to a bathroom with a toilet I could sit on while giving the samples.
So there I was, plastic bag complete with sample containers and a poop-catching device in on hand, being escorted to the designated bathroom for BMs by a total stranger who knew I needed to saw some logs. This, believe it or not, was just the tip of the turd. When I walked into the bathroom and saw stalls I felt my heart drop right about halfway between the two cheeks of my butt. No privacy and the constant prospect of someone else walking in and hearing a stool sample in progress. They were all vacant so upon completing my usual paranoid paper check I went into the middle of the three after seeing that the first was almost out and not wanting to take the handicapped stall from someone who needed it more than me and locked the door.
Taking the hat out of the bag with one hand I raised the seat with the other and slid the hat to where I estimated the motions were going to land, appreciating how my toilet at home prepared for me for this task with its much lower water level than American-designed toilets usually have. Once the hat was in place I put the seat back down and turned around to sit on it after I bared my buns. It wasn't even fifteen seconds after I sat down that the toilet flushed for reasons that still ten days later remain unclear. My normal ritual of getting comfortable on the seat was interrupted and I started to feel a little annoyed when all of a sudden it flushed again. Annoyance turned to anxiety and my body tensed up accordingly. This was going to be harder than anticipated and the continuing flushes-at least nine or ten of them before I got up-made for a cruel soundtrack.
The struggles to get started and get the whole thing over with intensified with each trigger of the hyperactive sensor behind all the flushing. I felt guilty about so much water being wasted but what was even worse was actually getting some production from my stressed body. I cycled through every one of those Jenny-approved positions in vain, not wanting to admit defeat and tell the lab tech that I couldn't go and wasted her time. After about fifteen minutes of agony and straining (please don't strain!) all I was left with were a few tiny pieces, a fraction of my usual output and so little that I was worried about whether it was adequate production to be tested. Not wanting to fish used toilet paper out of the hat I stood up to wipe my behind in order to make sure each handful landed in the bowl. For a public bathroom it was decent quality and I only had to reel off more once or twice before I felt clean enough.
This small victory was followed by an even bigger defeat. Now, for the first time, I needed to scoop the poop from the hat into the three separate, color-coded sample containers. Even with the plastic spoon that the lab was generous enough to provide this was still as unpleasant a task as you might imagine. I felt so embarrassed, so exposed that I didn't even bother with the task of pulling either my turquoise synthetic boyshorts or my black jean shorts back up until the samples had all been spooned up into their respective containers. I dropped pieces back into the hat, spilled some sample liquid and began to seriously wonder what it would've looked like from a third-person perspective or if Robyn would ever want to wake up in the same bed as me again.
After all the containers were filled there was one more task. I didn't know what to do with the hat. Obviously I couldn't just leave it there and going back to the lab to ask was out of the question at the level of embarrassment I'd already reached. So instead, after getting dressed, I raised the seat, picked the hat up, and threw it, something I'd pooped into, inside the plastic bag and pulled the draw string. The perfect cherry on top of a shit sundae.
I washed my hands, grabbed the bag and dropped it off in the lab, hurrying as fast as I could in order to beat the tears. I let go in the elevator and by the time it reached the destination six floors below I was quietly sobbing. By the time Robyn arrived to pick me up from the appointment my crying had stopped but I wasn't myself again for days afterwards, probably not until the phone call telling me that there was no new diagnosis on top of IBS.
It's good to be back and good to know that such a terrible day is over, flushed down the drain and never needing to be revisited or thought of again now that I've gotten it off of my chest.
Love,
Victoria!
Deb
Reply to Anna from Austria
Hello, my name is Deb. I wanted to reply to Anna from Austria's recent post about how your period affects your bowels.
Hi Anna!
I'm not sure if you have read any of my previous posts, so to answer your question, yes, my period definitely has a negative impact on my bowels. It has been this way for me since I got my very first period when I was 12 years old. I get diarrhea a few days leading up to my period and sometimes have diarrhea once my period has started. It can be very bad at times and has lead to many, many accidents. I have written about most of my recent stories here over the past two years or so.
I did write about one of my first accidents from when I was 12 years old, in grade seven. It was at lunch time and I was hanging out with my girlfriends. I had been having bad cramps all morning. All of a sudden I got a really bad cramp and needed a toilet immediately. I sat up and started pooping my panties uncontrollably. I stood up, still pooping and got my very first period. I totally bled through my pants. My girlfriends helped me to the front office and the receptionist called my mum to pick me up from school.
That was just the start of it. My teen years were tough because of the amount of diarrhea accidents I would have, plus my periods were super heavy and I would often leak through my pad and pants. That's even with using the heaviest maxi pads I could find.
Through my 20's things got a bit better as the diarrhea settled down a bit, but my periods were still really heavy and I would still have leaking accidents from time to time.
Into my 30's and my first marriage, the diarrhea started coming back and my periods were once again really heavy. This is part of what caused the breakdown in my first marriage. He just couldn't handle the accidents or having to leave somewhere because I had gotten sick in my pants or bled through them. Looking back, my first husband wasn't very supportive at all. That relationship didn't last very long and I was a single lady at age 35.
Now that I have met my second husband, things are so much better relationship wise. He is such an amazing and supportive person. I knew it from our very first date when he took me to a concert in Hamilton. Not only did I poop my pants on the way to work but I had just started my period the day before the concert and it was super heavy. I totally bled through my pad, panties and jeans and had to tie my jacket around my waist for the evening. He actually noticed that I had leaked and told me not to worry about it and that accidents happen. I also remember the first time that I had diarrhea and pooped my pants in front of him. We were on a road trip from London to Goderich. I had terrible cramps and started pooping my pants in his car. We stopped in this tiny village called Park Hill and I totally exploded in my pants in the doorway of Tim Hortons. I told him what happened and explained everything to him. He helped me buy some new pants and panties and helped me get cleaned up.
We now have a beautiful three year old daughter and are very much in love.
As I have written before, my periods are still very heavy and I still get diarrhea on a regular basis. I have tried wearing protective underwear, but I have found that having a diarrhea accident in them can be just as difficult a cleanup as it is with just regular panties and pants. I try to alway have an extra set of clothes with me at all times and to be well stocked on maxi pads as well. For my periods, I go between the ultra thin pad and the maxi pad version of the Always Extra Heavy Overnight pads with wings.
So Anna, does that answer your question? What do you use for your periods? Have you ever bled through your pants? This is a topic that doesn't get talked about too much here, which is too bad I think.
Anyway, that's all I have for now.
Thanks for reading!
Deb