Thursday, September 16, 2021
Richard
Labor Day
My sister in law Jackie and I spent Labor Day at my cabin. If you remember we only have an outhouse. Jackie loves watching me poop and I love watching her poop.
She had a bad accident on her way to the outhouse. She was on her way outside and farted near the door. It wasn't a fart she had loose shorts on an blew liquid shit down both legs. I helped her get cleaned up.
Kristi I can't wait to read your camping stories.Kristi
Kazuko and company: THANK YOU! We love and appreciate your stories as well.
It is a wonderful thing to have a partner who you can trust completely. I am very lucky.
Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny: So Amber, my Maid of Honor, actually just volunteered to wipe me. I would not have been able to ask. But she's been my best friend since grade school and she was willing to take care of me. I have no idea how dirty I was. Couldn't see anything around my wedding dress. But I felt clean.
Curious Guy: Relieving yourself in a leotard is virtually impossible.
I'd simply take it off. The alternative is to try to pull the material to the side; that just doesn't work well. So I'd show up to recitals and even rehearsals early to give myself time to use the bathroom.
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So... camping weekend for Steve and me. This time we didn't do "primitive" camping. We were at a campsite with plenty of tents and campers. The campsite had restrooms and showers.
During a hike Saturday I considered taking a poop in the woods. We were about 3 miles from camp (it was a 7.2 mile trail that started and ended at our campsite.) I could either hold it for an hour or find a place off the trail.
I'm really good at pooping outdoors, and I enjoy doing it. But on this particular day I just decided that I'd prefer a toilet. So we hiked on and got back to the campsite.
Of course I immediately went to the ladies room. I took a very satisfying and very big dump. Not much pushing involved. Three good-sized logs came out of me and brought a tidal wave of relief.
This morning, I had to poop once again. There was a line of us waiting for the four stalls.
The girl right behind me (a pretty girl... probably early twenties, light brown hair) had been showing outward signs of desperation while we were in line.
By the time I was next in line for the next available stall, this girl asks, "Are you going number one or number two?"
I held up 2 fingers. She says, "Me too..." At this point she's clearly in desperate need to go. I need to go too, but I figured I could hold it better than she could.
Fortunately, two stall doors open up within seconds of each other. I take one and this girl takes the one right next to me.
I had to go fairly badly and took a nice big dump, but the girl in the next stall sounded like she hadn't gone in a week.
That's about all the news from me. Nothing really that interesting. I pissed on one of our hikes earlier today.
Love,
KristiKristi
For IBS sufferers
Hello all.
So I'm seeing a lot of posts from people who have IBS. Victoria being one of them.
I can't personally relate, but I have a cousin who has had Crohn's Disease since she was in her late teens.
She gets an infusion every two months of a drug called Remicade. Her Crohn's is in remission. She used to have flare-ups a lot. Now she's doing well.
So perhaps that could help some of you. I know that it can be extremely debilitating and I'm sorry for you folks who have to live with it.
Celine
Reply to Tom W
I had drank a lot of iced coffee that morning, before we left. And more during the drive. I overestimated just how long I could hold it, because after four hours on the road I was fairly fidgety. After seven hours, my bladder was in agony and my mom was just barely holding on, herself. I had my legs clenched and I was worried we would both wet ourselves. We stopped at a gas station right as we were both on the verge of losing control and the relief was incredible-basically orgasmic.
Anna from Austria
This time I do another survey
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?
Yes quite often already on both occasions.
2. Have you ever let somebody cut in front of you because they said they really needed to go?
Yes quite often as well.
3. Thoughts on port-a-potties?
The worst toilets ever. Try to avoid them whenever I can. Normaly I am glad that there are modern toilets around but when I have the choice between a porta potty and the bushes I would take the bush for doing my business.
4. Would you rather have diarrhea or be constipated?
Constipation. Being not able to poop at all is better than having to poop everytime especially when I amn ot at home.
5. Brand of toilet paper you prefer?
I prefer the rater soft one. The brand here in Austria is called softis.
6. Do you pee in the shower? (Robyn and Victoria: Like all the hot girls.)
7. Have you had a poop accident as an adult?
No
8. Do you generally enjoy pooping?
Yes.
9. Are you able to poop in a very crowded restroom?
Yes no problem at all.As mentioned a few times in other discussions already I am morning pooper. So I alway had to poop in public since a was small. Because I am not home very often when I need to go in the morning. I also pooped at school later university and now at work.Quite ofen the facilies at these places are crowded so I am used to it.
10. Could you poop in a busy restroom if the stalls had no doors?
Good question. I have never seen such toilets and to be honest I hope I never will but I think my urge to defecate would win over my embarrasment so I just would poop. It would be super embarrasing but not as embarrasing as pooping in my pants.
11. If you poop once a day, is there a particular time that you poop?
As mentioned above I am more person. I always need to go about 30 to 1 hour after my breakfast. Havin a morning coffee is speeding up things. then I need to go right after the coffee. I also need to go second time. If I need to go it happens during or shortly after lunch.
12. Have you ever had a peeing contest with someone? (Robyn and Victoria: No)
13. Have you ever had a pooping contest with someone?
No not yet.
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?
No
15. Have you ever taken a picture of your poop and shared the picture with anyone?
No never
No that's it for today
Greetings from Austria
AnnaBianca
Spicy Clean Out
Hi again! I ate hot fries for snack today, and the chips cleaned me out good. My poop was loose, and a onetime episode. It was the same effect as before, but more poop. It felt really good even though it was urgent. That's all for today, bye.Bianca
Today's Story
After having ravioli for lunch with hot fries for desert, I had mushy poop. My poop had been soft earlier, but got a bit mushier then. I also had fun using one of our toilets as a way to dispose of some older air putty over the last 3 days, and I almost clogged it twice! Being a bit weird with toilets can be fun as long as you don't leave evidence behind, that's for sure. I was pretending that their was an imaginary kid in the room dropping poop balls in the toilet. Now, I'd like to tell you all about one of my favorite Rugrats episodes. The story is that Chuckie needs to learn to use the potty, but he's scared. He gets confused about if he needs to use it, and worse, Angelica tricks Chuckie by playing with a faucet. By turning it off and on, this is what causes the confusion in Chuckie being unsure about needing the potty. He even pees on the floor in front of the potty when he tries to make it. When he finally goes to use the potty with success near the end of the episode, Angelica comes out of her room crying out that she had an accident. So, Chuckie won the potty battle, and the mean Angelica peed the bed. Hope you enjoy. Bye.
End Stall Em
Traveling with toilets and kids
Spencer and I traveled three states over to attend a landscaping exhibition important to his family's business. On the interstate, about one-third of the way into our seven hour drive I was driving our pickup and I told Spencer we were stopping at the next rest area for the bathroom. He knows what that means for me at 9 in the morning. He tried to rub it in that it had probably been three weeks since he crapped away from our apartment. And my thinking: how does that relate to me? Over the past three weeks almost all of my craps have been at the regional mall I work at or on-campus at the college I attend. He's always been very fastidious about doing his craps at home. I've known him since he was 15 and my mom tells me he's not about the change.
I pulled into a rest area and handed him the keys for the next shift. He didn't even have to pee--something, I guess, didn't surprise me because he's so disciplined. Always has been. Parking next to us was a mom and what looked like her son, probably about 4. I got the head start on the walk, turned into the bathroom, saw the first end stall was open, seat down and ready for my weight as I fumbled with the two buttons atop my designer jeans. Dropping them and my red thong, my bowels were gurgling when I seated myself. The mom, pointing her son toward the middle stall between us, then took the other end stall. Within seconds, like me she was splashing away without much effort.
In the stall between us her son, who had dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor was slowly moving forward to face the toilet. Then she started giving him directions: lift he seat. (Me: thank you!). Life your water-spout, aim it in and hold it steady. (Me: I almost laughed when I heard the term she used!). Mom was splashing away on the toilet and could easily hear his meager stream hit the water. Then she told him to wait a minute to make sure he was done because they wouldn't be stopping until Chicago. Then she told him to wipe his water-spout! This time I couldn't hold my laughter in. I heard him tear some toilet paper off, but he dropped it and had to pick it up. Then he reported he was done. The mom gave him a final direction: go to the side and push and push on the flusher to see if he could flush on his own. He got it done the third time. Mom praised him heavily and told him to to come over to her. She watched him while I stood and did a double cleaning before I flushed.
I was just finishing at the sinks when the mom and him came out. I turned and thanked her for the way she managed him. More than once my privacy has been violated--by not only lack of privacy doors, but also by unsupervised boys who invade my space, watch me when I'm going, and ask dumb questions about which one I'm doing and do I know their mother. Of course, Spencer was back asleep when I got back to the truck and I had to do an extra driving shift.
James
Paper round accidents
I mentioned in some of my earlier posts about the fact that many of my childhood poo accidents happened on the way home from school, or very close to hometime. Although I generally had fewer accidents the older I got, there was an exception to this, because as soon as I turned thirteen I took an afternoon paper round. It was very convenient - the newsagent was close to my secondary school and the route finished only half a mile or so from home, and it included some shortcuts through fields around the edge of our small town that made it a pleasant and quiet walk most days, if it wasn't raining. However, it also delayed me getting home by about an hour - more if I was taking a more meandering route. I did generally make every effort to keep my pants clean whilst delivering papers, but if I'd been holding in a soft poo all afternoon then I couldn't always quite make it home before it started to come out.
Because I really didn't want to be spotted delivering papers with poo-pants, I would continue to fight to hold in my poo even if some had already come out, which was different to my usual tendency to virtually give up on holding it in once my pants had started to become messy. Often, a firm cork-poo would push out, and I might lose a soft ball of poo after it, but that might relieve the pressure for just long enough to get home before the mushier poo followed. I'd get home, finish my poo in the toilet, and empty out my pants - but usually I'd be left with a smear of soft poo which was hard to wipe off and which couldn't possibly be mistaken for a normal skidmark, even after I'd cleaned up as best I could. To answer the question that was posted about skidmarks - paradoxically I was never actually very prone to them. I either had actual poo in my pants, or I would keep them very clean. I usually hid my stained pants in my bedroom with the aim of sneaking them into a hot wash when no-one would notice, but sometimes the poo would become so dried on by that point that they'd be permanently stained. I did eventually come up with a way of using those pairs up before eventually outgrowing and getting rid of them, and I'll post about that another time. I also occasionally let a nugget of poo out accidentally whilst playing the game with myself that I wrote about before (seeing how far I could let a hard lump out and still get it to go back in again), but this never led to my pants being visibly dirty, or if it did it would look more believably like a skidmark. After the rare but very large accidents of the sort I've mostly written about here, I tended to bin my pants, as they were usually beyond redemption.
Because some of my route was along quiet paths that other kids used on their way home from school, I also occasionally found the evidence of other people's accidents - one that stuck in my memory was a pair of pants tagged as age 10-12 - so presumably belonging to a boy a year or two younger than me - that had been dumped in the undergrowth by the side of the path. A lot of the poo had been washed away by the rain, but there was an obvious brown stain on both sides of the material from the crotch to the waistband at the back (I gingerly prodded them with a stick to have a look) that could only have been the result of the sort of large, mushy accident that I was no stranger to myself.
Of the larger accidents I had whilst walking my route, many were similar to the ones I've already described, although the actual instant of the accident itself was often spread over several minutes as I did my best to hold some of it back, only to find that the pressure was relentless. Sometimes the poo would ooze out continuously, other times it would come out in waves, depending on the consistency and level of urgency. I maybe had a really big accident like this about every 6-12 months, and much smaller ones maybe every 1-3 months, as I was getting better at holding on by that age. I was never detected (as far as I'm aware), either whilst outside or when I got home. For a couple of these large incidents, the clean-up was actually easier than after a smaller mess - these were the times that I'd already done an unusually mushy poo in the toilet earlier in the day, and I'd learned by that point to line my pants with tissues if I thought I might get caught short later in the afternoon if there turned out to be more to come. If I did this carefully enough, then the tissue paper would catch most or all of the poo, so my pants might be a bit damp (and rather smelly) but could easily be put into the wash with the rest of my underwear without raising any questions. Having said that, some of those accidents might have been larger than they could have been simply because I knew that my pants were more protected - looking back, I'm not sure which way round it was.
The worst accident I had on my paper route (or ever) was rather different to the ones I've written about before, so it's worth describing here. It happened fairly soon after I got the paper round, and was one of the reasons I subsequently made a special effort to keep my pants clean during it.
My school had vending machines for sweets and chocolates, this being before such things were largely banned from UK schools to encourage healthy eating. I particularly loved eating a certain distinctive British mint with a hole, and would often pick up a pack at morning break and surreptitiously eat them through the rest of the day. However, I soon started to realise that eating sugary sweets all day was going to ruin my teeth - fortunately they also stocked a sugar-free version. I was aware of the warnings against excessive sorbitol consumption, but eating a pack of the mints had never had any noticeable effect on me. What I didn't realise was that the effect of sorbitol tends to be all-or-nothing, and everyone has a different threshold before the effect kicks in.
On this particular day, I'd bought a couple of packs of mints at break (about 10.20am), and had been gradually working my way through them, before finding a spare pack in my bag that I'd forgotten about from earlier that week. Well, I absolutely loved them, and so started munching them two or three at a time, finishing the final pack about an hour before the end of school. Through the last lesson, I noticed I was starting to fart a lot - it was a science class in a well-ventilated lab, so the smell wasn't as noticeable as it might have been, and frankly I was finding it quite funny. I was sneaking them out silently, and at that point I had no idea what was making me so ridiculously gassy. I distinctly remember blowing off these enormous farts every two or three minutes. Towards the end of the class, I was starting to notice a bit of a stomach ache low down in my ????, and now the farts were being preceded by some slight cramping. I felt otherwise fine, so I wasn't too bothered at that point.
The final bell went, and I collected together my books and headed up the road to the newsagent, to pick up my paper bag, still farting as I went. The crampy stomach-ache was still there, but walking was making it feel easier. I could hear a lot of gurgling down there, and assumed this was the gas working its way round. It was a cold, bright, autumn afternoon.
I was about half-way round my route when I had another cramp and farted, but this time half-way through the fart it suddenly and with absolutely no warning turned into a few nuggets of poo mixed up in some very runny mush. I slammed closed my bottom immediately, but things felt very slimy down there. I had another cramp, and the pressure suddenly rocketed. It felt like gas, but I didn't really trust it and tried to hold on. However, the cramps were happening more often now - every thirty seconds or so; far faster than I'd had before, even when I'd had food poisoning - and each time the pressure kept building up - it was also coming on far stronger and faster than with even the largest of my other accidents. I tried to speed up so that I could get the last few papers delivered and head home, but I only managed to deliver one more before I felt my bum involuntarily relax and a rush of runny poo came out, accompanied by a booming fart. This was a much runnier accident than usual - even runnier than accidents I'd had with an upset stomach, and almost liquid. I guessed it must have been all the sweets, although I'd always thought that even if the highlighted "laxative effects" happened, it would mean a mildly urgent and extra-soft poo the next day, not the total disaster that was now happening down there.
Again, I managed to get control back, but I could feel that the poo was so runny that liquid was seeping through the cotton of my pants and onto my trousers, which were at least black and unlikely to show it. I remember really longing to be sat on a toilet at that moment! I kept going with the papers as fast as I could, but I was very aware that going too fast would make the poo leak out of my pants through the leg holes, and go down the legs of my trousers. My stomach ache was getting worse rather than better, the gurgling was there all the time, and only two houses later another round of poo escaped - this time almost completely liquid, without much gas at all, and it felt like it was pouring out of me like from a tap. I felt it spreading around in the back and front of my pants, and with every step it seemed some was leaking out into my trousers now. I was starting to panic a bit, and I decided to abandon trying to deliver the remaining papers in favour of getting home ASAP, using a path through a nearby field as a short-cut. However, half-way across the field I had another cramp, and this time I couldn't get any control as a further huge rush of liquid poo sprayed out. It was too runny for my pants to hold it, and this time quite a bit went down my legs, even getting all over my shoes. Almost as soon as that wave had finished another one came out, and then another, and I just stood there in the field, fortunately out of anyone's sight, making a mess on the ground as the poo ran down my legs. It was light brown and the consistency of thin chocolate custard (which, ironically, had been what I'd had with my pudding at lunch that day).
Once the poo stopped coming, I started making my way home, horribly aware that my socks and shoes were soaked in poo. I had another couple of waves of pressure on the way, but this time they were mostly huge farts with just a little bit more runny poo (again, I doubt even someone with a solid steel sphincter could have held this particular mess back). Fortunately no-one was in when I got home, and I ran to the bathroom (trying not to get any on the floor on the way there), where I peeled my clothes off. The seat and both legs of my trousers were soaked in very runny poo, and from the outside it looked as if I'd wet myself. My pants had a mixture of nuggets and mush, which must have been pushed out first by the torrent, under a blanket of runny stuff, which had managed to get on more or less every surface other than at the very edges of my hips. The other side of the material was literally dripping as the more liquid part of the poo was filtered by the cotton. This was probably the most severe accident I ever had, and of course I was no stranger to having to clean myself up after not being able to hold onto my poo long enough. Most of my other accidents at least had the consolation of the poo feeling soft, warm and comfortable once the worst had happened, even if I was scared of being found out or being ill. This time it just felt really unpleasant from start to finish - wet, slimy, rapidly cooling and then becoming clammy. The smell was also really terrible; far worse than after any other accident. I was lucky not to have passed anyone else on the final half-mile home, as it would have been extremely obvious what I'd done.
I jumped in the shower to clean off - whilst in there I was still doing booming farts, which still had a horrific smell to them, and some little bits of liquid poo that went straight down the drain. I put my trousers and trainers in the wash, bagged and binned my pants, and put on some clean clothes. I put a triple layer of tissues in the seat of my underwear in case there was any more poo to come out, and then had to set out again to complete my paper route. Some of the customers had called the shop to ask why their delivery was late, so I had to ensure a telling-off from the shop owner the next day (I made up some random excuse for why I'd been delayed) - fortunately it was my first offence, so I was just told to be careful not to be late again.
When I got back home the second time, my mum and brother were back, and my mum wanted to know what on earth had induced me to try and wash my trainers with my trousers. Again, I made something up about having missed a step over a muddy brook and sunk calf-deep into soft mud - I'm not sure she bought it, but she didn't push to find out the truth (quite possibly she'd guessed what had really happened and didn't want to embarrass me further - the bathroom still smelled rather ripe).
I've been much more careful about sugar alcohol sweeteners like sorbitol after that - it's not that I never indulge in them, but if I find myself compulsively snacking on them I'll always be sure to be within a short sprint of the nearest toilet. Later that afternoon, once the booming farts had settled down, my guts went completely back to normal - it was a very short, sharp effect. I was really surprised by how quickly it started: only a few hours after I'd had the first sweet, and maybe 90 minutes from eating the last few.
This probably answers another question that was recently posted about whether people prefer diarrhoea or constipation - I'd rather have mild or moderately bad diarrhoea than constipation, but really severe diarrhoea, where the poo is completely liquid or even watery, is the worst of all for me.
Tom W - I'm fairly sure the 48H rule didn't come in until around the year 2000 - maybe even a little later. Some schools may have adopted it earlier, before it became national guidance. I think the other thing that helped in the 2000s was national campaigns to improve both school loos and public loos, along with more universal awareness amongst teachers of the need to be sympathetic about their students' bathroom needs, and any problems they might be having in that regard (of course some teachers have always been really good at helping kids with these issues). I've noticed that I almost never see discarded underwear thrown in bushes by footpaths now, and whilst it's not like they were ever festooned with them, as a kid in the 1990s I probably saw a pair every three months or so. I didn't see many other kids actually having accidents though - other than my best friend, it was only those three situations that I've already written about.
Victoria B.
Soaping the bowl
Hey!
Over the weekend I had an IBS flareup that made my "wish" from the survey come true. I got constipated in other words. Exercise, drinking plenty of water and trying to up my fiber intake weren't helping. If more than 72 hours pass and I haven't, well, passed anything, I'm allowed to seek a little outside help and rather than getting self-conscious I accepted it as part of life with IBS. One of the things my gastro (and Robyn's mom) emphasizes is keeping the psychological burden of it, the feelings of shame, isolation and body dysmorphia, under control in order to make life more manageable and the burden of living with a condition that doesn't have a cure less heavy.
I ended up taking 300 mg of Colace with a big glass of water just before bed last night and as I lied in bed trying to fall asleep I visualized, imagining the process of going to the bathroom with full cheeks bringing up the rear and the relief of letting go once they were bared and hugged by the waiting seat. I knew that it was going to happen today, no matter what. My morning pee came gushing as always but the few quick pushes I gave, knocks at the back door, went unanswered. It was up to breakfast to change that and this time, for once, my digestive system cooperated. Showtime!
Once my booty shorts that I'd worn to bed were off and I was sat down with my feet up on Stool #2 I got to the task at hand. The first push gave me the impression that I was sitting on a massive, but manageable load thanks to the stool softeners. The first motion to hit the porcelain was a small piece that broke off from gentle pressure: no straining, only pushing when my body felt ready to push. The gradual game of back-and-forth with my ring dilating and then contracting was pleasurable and I felt no need to hurry the process of becoming fully domed. The warm, full feeling radiated outwards and gave me enough of a tingle to snap a quick selfie to send to Robyn. It wasn't even five minutes but it was the highlight of my day. I felt golden, like I was glowing.
But once I was able to dilate myself all the way to full doming it was time to pinch that loaf and let it leave my body's oven. It slithered out, feeling wide but never too wide, and silently landed in the bowl below. It was exhilarating! The next few minutes were spent on dessert-a few quick blasts of what felt like soft-serve before it was time to clean up and check out the damage. Once I'd finished washing and wiping I got up and was immediately impressed. I had solved my constipation problem and how. In the middle of the drain was a massive log that was partially out of view but the end that was still sitting in the bowl was at least nine inches or about 19 cm long. It was soft and thick and on both sides of it were two other pieces of indeterminate length because they were further down the drain, plus whatever else had taken its leave of me. This was going to be a challenge, even for the fancy-no-pants TOTO toilet that it had been deposited in.
With my hands soaped and washed under hot water and the buns that had dropped such a monster load slipped back into the pair of booty shorts I was ready for the creative destruction that necessity made me unleash at the contents of the bowl (but not before another photo was taken of it for critique by renowned poop expert Robyn). I reached for the left side of the tank, pulled the handle towards me for a full flush and…..nothing happened.
The used paper was pulled a little closer to its eventual destination but there was no other movement in the bowl. A second flush yielded no results at all, other than a higher buildup of water, at about double its normal level. Since I got this toilet three months ago I hadn't needed to plunge it. At all. Ever. An eternity for me. But before resigning myself to getting the plunger I tried another trick, one of several I've learned in a lifetime of being hard on plumbing. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some dish soap, knowing of its basic properties and how they would make the surface of the bowl and drain more slippery. After a nice coat was applied I gave it a few minutes before tying a bow on the three-flusher package. And….It worked!! Everything went down! It took three times but all of it flushed!
I've gone about my day feeling like a feather since and can't wait to tell this story in person later tonight. What a great dump!
Love to all,
Victoria!
Tuesday, September 14, 2021
Emma two
Two big poos
I've been a bit constipated for the last three days so I ate more fruit and had a pint of orange juice to loosen up my bowels. I woke up this morning with a desperate need to have a poo and I went to the toilet and sat down and relaxed and had a nice long wee while my poo slid slowly out of my bottom. It felt so good to get everything out and when I was finished I looked in the toilet too see an impressive load. I sat back down and pushed to make sure I was done and I was surprised when another big load of soft poo came out adding to my first load. I looked in the toilet again and it just above the water and I was worried I might have blocked the toilet so I flushed it before wiping. Most of it went down but there were some big streaks of poo in the bottom of the toilet. I wiped my bottom of flushed again and this time everything went down so I didn't want to worry about cleaning the toilet afterwards. By the time I got out of the bathroom Sarah was up and she asked me if I was ok because she heard me flush the toilet twice. I told her I was fine now and when she went into the bathroom she could smell the aroma of my poo and she said the bathroom didn't smell fine!
Jasmin K
Dave's survey and constipation
Not had time to post for a while so here goes whilst having a long and hard poo session
I've so far done a whole load of hard pebbles and chunks which when I pushed down on them were sort of getting stuck in my bum and made it bulge right down below my bum cheeks until a couple of pebbles dropped then another push and a couple more. Then a lumpy pebbly log about 8 inches and thick came out followed by my prolapse. As this is the first poo for a couple of days I know there is more poo up inside I want to get out so I'm going to keep straining hard until I do some more. Each time I strain making farts and some mucous stuff splatters out. Ok so I see David asked some questions so here are my answers
Survey Questions for Jasmin K:
1) How often do you poo? I try to poo every day in the morning. It's my routine where I go on the toilet even if I don't actually feel there is any poo there or if I'm constipated and just sit there straining to see if I can make myself do it
2) How long (cm/inch) would you say your typical turds were? It's often lumps and pebbles then a lumpy turd of say 6 -10 inches. Depends how many hard lumps and pebbles come out and how many days I only do pebbles
3) Does your poo typically smell- it depends what I've eaten or had to drink.. or make loud plops? When it's pebbles they drop and go plip plip in the water like chucking pebbles in a pond - (for me I do not tend to smell my poo even when constipated. But maybe that is just it is my own poo.)
4) from being constipated have you noticed any other health issues? - Not really other than ???? ache, a sore and bleeding bum and prolapse. Occasionally feel sick or nauseous.
5) do you like the feeling of a poo hanging from your bum? Never though about liking it or not, it just happens when it a big one that needs a lot of forcing out it hangs there until it's far enough out to drop or it breaks off. There were times at school when I've had to break it off and pull my knickers up with it stuck in my bum hole because the lessons were starting.
Just done another couple of short logs after a few lumps, so all in all a good poo today.
Not very smelly
Bye for now
Jaz K
Susie
Delta Variant Troubles
Hi everybody! A few days ago I tested positive for covid, but something I didn't know is that the variant I caught gives you horrendous diarrhea O~O
As I'm typing this, I'm squirming in bed waiting for the bathroom to be free again. Idk if it's my mum or my brother, but they'd better seriously hurry up before I soil my bed >\\\<
Weighing my options, I could probably squat over my waste bin and use that if I can't hold it.. or maybe try to fill a couple of empty glasses that are sitting on my desk o//O
Or if I'm really feeling naughty, I could just sit here and let it happen, fill my knickers up and tell mum I just couldn't wait. Oooh, even considering it makes me go all tingly~
Nvm door just opened so I'm gonna use the loo as planned, cya!
Elphaba
Comment to Caro
I'm so happy that using the women's bathroom went so well for you. I'm transfeminine so I can appreciate how exciting it was for you; I remember after my first time I was literally shaking - half due to excitement and half out of anxiety. I couldn't actually believe that I had just done it especially as I had spent years going up to entrances to bathrooms so certain that this would be the time I did it only to lose my nerve and turn around. I hope one day in the near future gender-neutral bathrooms are the default but until then I wish you have many more successful visits to the bathroom(s) that make you feel the most comfortable.
Kristi
GOTTA GO
Hi, all! Kristi here.
So I'm going to take an epic dump. I'm feeling really, really full.
The question is: Can I hold it for about two hours so that Steve can watch me?
This is one that he won't want to miss. I'm looking forward to that sweet release feeling. I just really, really want to go. But I'm trying to be a good wife and let Steve enjoy this one with me.
Last night was a good night. We had gotten back from camping and both relaxed in a nice hot bath. We both enjoyed a nice pee in the tub. Afterwards he had to poop. I kept him company... I'm starting to kind of enjoy being in the bathroom with him when he's going. After he was done he asked if I was going to go too. I actually didn't have to which is unusual after a hot bath. I sat down and tried though, but couldn't produce.
And I didn't poop this morning either although I could have.
Which is why I'm really, really feeling the need now.
And I need to pee now, and I'm concerned that when my butt hits the toilet seat, my body is just going to take over. It's really hard for me to relieve myself in one way without relieving myself both ways.
Okay, I'm going into the bathroom to try and pee without pooping. This is going to take some concentration, so excuse me for a moment...
Okay, I did it. That took some serious squeezing. And some serious willpower. But no brown in the toilet. Just yellow.
I texted Steve.
Told him that if he's not home by 5:30, I'm going to go poop and he's going to miss out. Told him it's not polite to keep a girl waiting. Especially when she has to take a massive dump.
(In case you can't tell, I'm feeling a little... naughty. I know that I'm going to take a really, really good poop. And I have a feeling Steve's going to enjoy it. )
I'm going to have Steve stand right next to me. I'm going to pull down my shorts, sit down, and spread my cheeks. I might have to tinkle a little bit but while that's happening I'm going to feel that wonderful sensation of my hole opening up and a nice, thick, turd slide out of my butt. I'm gonna scooch forward on the toilet so Steve can see it coming out. Or maybe we'll be kissing while I'm pooping. In that case he'll hear my poop falling into the bowl. And I know I won't be anywhere close to done.
When I am finally done I think I'll hand Steve some toilet paper and let him get me all clean.
Okay, this anticipation is killing me. Come home, husband of mine.
I LOVE TO POOP AND I HAVE A HUSBAND WHO LOVES TO WATCH. Somebody pinch my butt because I think I'm dreaming.
Love,
Ready to poop Kristi
Victoria and Robyn
Survey time!
Hey everybody!
We thought we'd do Kristi and Steve's survey today. Here are the answers!
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? (Robyn: Yes Victoria: Yes)
2. Have you ever let somebody cut in front of you because they said they really needed to go? (Robyn and Victoria: Yes)
3. Thoughts on port-a-potties? (Robyn: I try to avoid having them. Victoria: Any port in a storm.)
4. Would you rather have diarrhea or be constipated? (Robyn: Diarrhea. It hardly ever happens and when it does I'm over it in one load. Victoria: Constipated. I'd rather deal with plunging a toilet than have to worry about knowing where one is at all times.)
5. Brand of toilet paper you prefer? (Robyn: Quilted Northern in the blue pack. Victoria: Cottonelle in the purple pack. We can't agree about this and alternate between the two at both of our apartments.)
6. Do you pee in the shower? (Robyn and Victoria: Like all the hot girls.)
7. Have you had a poop accident as an adult? (Robyn and Victoria: Yes, we've both had full accidents.)
8. Do you generally enjoy pooping? (Robyn and Victoria: How'd you get that idea?)
9. Are you able to poop in a very crowded restroom? (Robyn: Yes Victoria: I've never minded company.)
10. Could you poop in a busy restroom if the stalls had no doors? (Robyn: If someone wants a sneaky peek they're welcome to try. Victoria: I'll use anything as long as it flushes and there's enough toilet paper.)
11. If you poop once a day, is there a particular time that you poop? (Robyn: Every morning, between about 8:30 and 11:00 AM. Victoria: IBS heeds to no schedule!)
12. Have you ever had a peeing contest with someone? (Robyn and Victoria: No)
13. Have you ever had a pooping contest with someone? (Robyn: No. Victoria: Undefeated, baybee.)
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? (Robyn: Yes, if it felt like an unusually big one. Victoria: No. You don't go to a museum to see a painter's studies.
15. Have you ever taken a picture of your poop and shared the picture with anyone? (Robyn and Victoria: Both of us before we met, when we knew each other but it hadn't became romantic yet and now as a couple).
Mina, this is Robyn. She told me the truth so the panties are staying up for this one ;-)
Love to all,
Robyn and Victoria!Pooperlady
Took a pee and poop in nature
Yesterday I was out hiking in a field area. I like going for walks in nature, though this time, I also had to answer a call of nature. I'd had coffee before going out for a walk, and I really needed to pee.
I went off the trail and found a secondary, more secluded trail. I was worried about privacy. Finally, I found a spot on the secondary trail where there was a tree between that trail and the main one. I couldn't see anyone from where I was, and so I decided to go there.
I picked a spot just beside the part where the trail was, under some trees. I crouched over the soil and moved my pants to mid-thigh. I was a bit worried about trying to piss there, because I can be worried about being seen, but I got things going pretty quickly. I squatted there, emptying my bladder onto the ground. I'd really had to go, so I was peeing a lot. Some of the puddle might've gotten a bit on my shoes, but that wasn't too much of a worry.
As I was soaking the ground, I was thinking that I had been feeling a slight urge to take a dump as well. After finishing my pee, I pushed a little to see if my bowels would move. A few fairly small turds came out and onto the ground.
I found some leaves to wipe with, and then pulled my pants up, stood up, and looked at what I'd produced. There was a lot of soaked ground, and a few turds next to it. I covered the turds with another leaf, sanitized my hands, and went on my way, feeling more relieved.
It had been a couple years since I'd peed outside, and even longer since I'd relieved my bowels outside.