Carlie B.
Thanksgiving Aftermath
Hi all, hope all my fellow American posters had a good thanksgiving. As is usually the case, Thanksgiving dinner led to a Thanksgiving dinner-sized dump.
My family travelled to the East coast to spend the holiday at my Uncle's house. I must've eaten too much (like everyone else to be fair) because I was completely stopped up for two days after the meal. I'm normally a twice a day dumper so this was very unusual for me. Being on vacation, I also wasn't doing any exercise which usually really gets things going in the pooping department. I did feel completely fine despite knowing I hadn't gone for a while.
I finally started to feel the need to go on Sunday as we were packing and getting ready to head to the airport. Knowing this could be a "forget a plunger, call the plumber" type dump, I spared my Uncle's toilets and held it for the airport.
Being the Sunday after Thanksgiving, the airport was packed. The line for the women's room was out the door. Our flight did end up delayed by a couple hours, so I at least had no issue waiting, though when I finally got to the front of the line, I was thankful cause I'm not sure how much longer I could've held it. The stall and toilet were surprisingly clean given the amount of traffic through there. I pulled down my leggings and plopped down on the toilet and started pushing. The relief as what I could tell was a very thick log came out was indescribable. When it finally ended, I could tell I was not finished. I peeked between my legs to see the monster I'd just laid. It did a big U with one end of the U going down the hole and the other near the top. Probably 18 to 20 inches. It was quite firm but still softer than my usual. I sat for another minute or two trying to get the rest out, but nothing else was coming. A bit disappointed, I stood up to wipe and leave. It was never going to flush so I didn't bother, but the automatic sensor got triggered and I got to watch my log move and inch or two down the hole before the toilet choked on it and clogged. When I exited the stall, another woman tried to take my place and I had the oh so fun task of telling her I had clogged it and to wait for the next toilet.
With so much time to kill due to the delayed flight, we ended up going and having lunch at one of the airport's sit down restaurants. After lunch, I could tell I was ready to poop again. The line was even longer than before. As the line moved and I got into the bathroom and in full view of the 4 stalls, I could tell the one I clogged was still broken. I watched amusingly as a handful of women would walk in, thinking they'd use the only open stall only to quickly exit after discovering why it was open. The stall on the end opened up for me and I headed in, hoping I wouldn't be clogging this one too. I once again stripped off my leggings and took a seat. I pushed out another big log, same thickness as the first but this one broke off maybe 2/3 the length. I tried a courtesy flush but it was still too big to go down. With the water level rising, I pooped out another shorter, maybe 8 inch or so log that plopped into the water. As I stood up to wipe, I felt my stomach churn and sat back down quickly and exploded, very loudly, with a wave of soft chunks. When that finally subsided, I knew I was finally emptied out. I stood up and saw the soft chunks had turned the previously mostly clear water into what looked like mud. You couldn't even see the logs I'd clogged it with. Clogging one toilet is bad enough, but now half of the toilets in this bathroom were clogged by yours truly.
I returned to my family at the gate, feeling the usual mixture of embarrassment with a bit of triumph mixed in. From where my family was sitting in the gate, I could actually see the line for the restroom. It was getting noticeably longer given that now only two of the four toilets were still useable. Hopefully the staff would be by shortly to unclog them.
Hope all is well with everyone else! Sorry it's been a while since I've posted…I've been very busy.Kelly
Reply to Ronette
Questions:
Kelly
1.Why do you hover over the seat while peeing in public?
2.What are the advantages?
3.Do your friends sit or hover?
Answers:
1. Most of the public restrooms I pee in, including the ones at school, are frankly quite disgusting, there's always something on the seat. Also I don't feel like fully sitting down unless I have to take a dump, I know it's kinda odd, but that's just what I do.
2. There aren't really any advantages other than not putting your butt on a dirty seat, or that you have bragging rights that you have better aim than most men.
3. On average, most of my friends hover when in public, but I do have a few that don't really care and just sit on the seat.
-Kelly
Just Jerika
Park
When me and my friend Gopi were about 8 or 9 we got our first bikes. Our moms first let us ride only on the sidewalk of our block, but later that summer our area was expanded. Then the neighborhood and by the end of summer our territory was expanded several blocks over to the large public park. We knew it was off-limits but it was so tempting. The park went for a couple of miles with several baseball fields, picnic areas, two swimming pools and these toilet buildings in several places. When we wanted to rest our legs from racing and tackling some rugged grounds, we would layout on a picnic table, talk and usually one or two people would come half running into the bathroom.
One girl, probably about the age of our babysitter, parked her car very abruptly, and left the door open as she ran for the bathroom with one hand on her butt. As she entered the doorway she let go of an F-bomb and had both hands on her butt. She was in there quite some time cleaning herself up. We never heard any flush but we did hear the sink. After she left, we went in to see why she didn't flush. Gopi said we should have given her a detention or a ticket. There was a toilet paper stack coming out of the bowl about an inch above the seat. We both agreed a shovel would be needed. The flies were going to have a treat.
On the guys side, there were a good number of delivery truck drivers. Many wore shorts and ran fast for the bathroom. Gopi and I sometimes disagreed as to whether they were peeing or crapping. Sometimes we could hear them take their seat. Sometimes they would flush and then quickly sit. There would be a gas blast followed by splashes. Sometimes we didn't hear a flush and would go in and see why. Sometimes it was busted. Gopi said big people with big feet would stomp on the flusher and break it. That was so surprising to me because my arm was weak for my age. It would take me four or five attempts sometimes to get the lever down. One guy had super skids, I guess, because we knew there wasn't any toilet paper and he crapped without knowing it. He had come out running for the truck and he tore off. Gopi said he would probably be fined if he fell behind on his route. I was more worried about what he wife or girlfriend would say.
Gopi and I would use the bathroom there pretty regularly. She and I would sometimes add constipation drama or sprint peeing for our entertainment. But we had to remember when we got back to our neighborhood and went into one of our houses for lunch, we had to head right for the toilet as if we had been holding it. We were forbidden to go as far as the park. And our parents didn't feel those park bathrooms were suitable. But they did supply us with some amusement.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Transition Tuesday: Woke up this morning at a early felt good thing I did, went in my bathroom, took off my robe hanged it on the back of the hook and close the door and went and turn on the light and went sat on the toilet, started to peeing good minute or two, pass gas silent, got relaxed sat all the way on the toilet and shortly my butt open and feeling good that little stinks start dropping out one by one till the big stink came had to hold my breath and hold my hands together and it finally got out of me and I had to see so I got up it was very wide 4 inch 9 inch long, that's extremely big for me. So afterwards I wiped clean, flushed wash my hands and turned my shower on went to check my phone it was 6 so I was on the toilet a good 20 minutes so I don't try to force myself to poop come out on it's own except in public cause I don't want to be on toilet long unless I'm only one there , but when I got done in the shower I went to my closet got dressed in my jean skirt that touched my knees nice shirt and panties of course and bra and my crocs on went downstairs to meet Dean I invited him over for a quick breakfast I made pop tarts and juice lol . So he carry my back pack for me and open the door again for me, well lunch time is almost done I catch everyone later and by the way Dean says I look beautiful as normal,
Zip
Airport restroom.
I was traveling with a friend of mine recently and we were in the airport, heading home. I told him I needed to use the restroom just a few minutes before we were about to board. I go in and see the maintenance room is inside the restroom and there's 2 women in it, one comes out to mop the floor. The partitions are high enough that I can see the guy next to me is wearing red underwear and white shorts.
I go into the first stall, drop my shorts and underwear to the floor, fully aware that the women in the maintenance area and everyone else can see my legs, shorts, and briefs when they walk in.
I'm in there a couple of minutes and I hear my buddy's voice right outside my door, telling me we need to go because boarding has started. It was kind of funny how he must have just walked in, and recognized my shoes and shorts and came straight to my stall. And now he also knows that I wear colorful briefs, and I lift my heels up when I'm taking a dump. And stand to wipe. It's something that apparently anyone else in the restroom would have seen, but it's a bit different when it's a buddy who knows that.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Coming to realize:
Talking with Dean on my ride on our way to school today, I enjoy sitting on the toilet with no worries at all, I know reading others posts how they get treated for using the toilet, sometimes without toilet paper and at times long lines, being given a hard time if they choose to poop , having to cover up the seat cause of dirty seats, or harass because you are a different race, but I wish no one had to go through anything like that. But I'm thankful for what I have here, so I hope things get better for those who are giving hardships for various reasons and it's encouraging that you are willing to go anyway you are heroes to me, so that's all I have to say. So Dean stopped the car and gave me a kiss on the lips and said that is a great statement and no one should take anything for granted and it helped him out cause he be the last person that wants to crap at different places but it has given him courage and I kissed him back on the lips and I let him know that I'm here to support him, and we got to school 20 minutes early and he said come with him and i didn't ask him where to because I trust him, so I got out and slipped on my crocs , cause I feel comfortable riding barefoot with him and it's comfy letting the air hitting my toes and all and warm carpet on my feet, so he took me to the gym men locker room and open the men bathroom and he said it's clear and I said okay, noticed no doors on the stalls, but one stall and he goes for that one and he reaches down for a kiss and thanks for the support, I see him enter and see him dropping his jeans and boxers to the floor and see his feet planted that he on the toilet. I walked away feeling happy that my Dean got to poop in peace and he was able to feel comfortable with me knowing that his fears. So lunch is up wasn't feeling it
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Yesterday after school: Dean took me out for dinner I was so flattered by it and I told more about myself and himself, I ate very light cause I was nervous to reveal that I'm lactose so early on and so I just ordered small fry and small salad and with no cheese on it please, he said wow he never knew a girl that didn't like cheese on the salad and no dressing, weak smile, so we got seated at the booth facing each other, I told him that I wanted to eat all that stuff but I didn't want to ruin our date cause dairy is not fair to me and it works fast, he told me hold out my hands and I did and he kissed them he said it's okay just know that he was cool with me from the jump and he doesn't mind, so I ended up getting cheese and ranch dressing and I ended up on the toilet before we left the restaurant, so mid conversation I felt the war going on and I told him I'm sorry it was time, he said it was okay he wait for me, so as I was leaving the booth he asked what size shoes I wear cause I have small feet I said 5 lol he said that must be nice to find shoes easy, I said hold that thought, I sped walked in the ladies, older lady and her friend being two stalls I had no choice but take the one by the door poor people but the older lady complimented my outfit and all , I smiled and said thanks, and went in the stall, I uplift my skirt and lowered my panties to far and they fell to my ankles I didn't want them knowing that I had to poop, so I hurried up raised them to my knees and the other lady must of saw and said that it's okay to let go and I sat down on the toilet and let my panties down to my ankles and we sure were stinking up a good one and she was talking to me and I just listened, it was refreshing to hear what older people have to say and we finish about the same time and after we washed hands and apparently I was wrong about them being friends so they switched places and the other older lady took her place and was doing what we just needed to do and I gave them my number and I talked to them last night after Dean drop me off and Dean was supportive of me being lactose and I gave him a kiss on the cheek . So I guess it's okay to let loose more especially if the person doesn't mean harm . What that's all back to the lesson before I get a break for lunch i, I miss Dean hope he having fun with virtualKaycha
3rd tines the charm... apparently
So I've mentioned before that I was late to toilet train. My mom started train me at 2 1/2. Tried for about six months before giving up. Not once did I go potty on my own. I knew what to do but "when" eluded me completely. About 1 1/2 years later, she wanted me to go to preschool so she tried again. Plus it's embarrassing to be the only mom in the pre K playgroup whose kid was in full time diapers. I still wasn't getting the "when." My mom tried a buzzer system (a vibrating watch) telling me to go potty every two hours. It worked somewhat but I still had alot of oops moments either in the bathroom or on my way to the bathroom. A full bladder just tended to come on suddenly and pretty randomly too.thwb it would be drooling down the inside of my leg before I could get to the bathroom. The sudden urges were just too much for a little girl. Finally came a day that pleases my parents. Their just turned 6 year old went potty on her own, no nagging no reminders and no wetting. It just kind of clicked and I went in and went potty. So that's when my mom decided that 3rd time was the charm and she could quit worrying about me going to first grade in 2 months. Wrong. And earlier today I had an accident. My bladder was absolutely bursting to the point that i was crying a little. I was in a different little town where I'd gone to pick up some things from an acquaintance. In my way out of town my bladder began to hurt and beg for release. Three gas station bathrooms out of order or occupied. I was beyond desperate. And then my heart sank as I bwgan to pee. No pull up-I'm out til pay day. I just peed in my pants and all over my shoes and the ground. It was dark out so no one walking by could see the huge wet stain down the inside of my pant leg. I was humiliated even though no one knew. I try to be careful and potty before it's too late but this urge thing really kicks my ass.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Continue from Monday: so during gym class I knew that I was not going make it doing anything after eating lunch today, Dean brought me Taco Bell and it had sour cream and cheese a soft taco supreme what a good guy but I haven't told him about my lactose intolerant issues kinda of shy about it, so anyway as I was changing my regular clothes into my gym clothes, I just knew that it was now or all over me, but I took the risk of telling the P. E. coach which is also the varsity basketball team, So I told him that I was feeling bit woozy he gave me a pass so I can go to the nurse office, and I told the nurse and she told me to lay down and she will get me some medicine, I said to her will it be okay if I use the bathroom, she said sure , just be careful okay, I shook my head, I closed the the locked the door and lowered the seat down and pulled down the shorts and panties around my ankles and sat on the toilet, within seconds my butt open up wet farts and all loose stool , lots of gas pain holding my stomach and the nurse asked me if I was okay in there , I said yeah just need some relief, I flush the toilet handle, I wiped a good 5 times, got up looked in the mirror at my bottom and said oh yes you have to be have yourself, I wiped one more time to be sure all clean, so I laid down for a good 15 minutes after pooping for 15 minutes so I was 15 minutes left of PE so I went back and coach told me just watch the game don't worry about going in , as I was watching the game one of the student's turn her ankle wrong so I had to go in , big mistake so I knew that I was not 100 I was out of breath and I went to grab the rebound a taller girl went for the ball too and she elbow me right in the gut within minutes I check myself out of the game ran to the locker room bathroom, into the end stall threw up, , so the game was called, and I stayed in the locker room took a shower got redressed and after school let out I met up with Dean and he treated me like a princess again . I'm excited about tomorrow
Anna from Austria
Using phone on Toilet
I want to answer the question about using the phone while using the toilet.
I have to admit that I always use the phone on toilet for browsing when I have it with me. When I need to use a public toilet I have the phone always with me so i also use it. It can also happen that I sit longer on the toilet then needed because of it.A When at home things are different.
When I have to phone with me at home i also use it on the toilet. But when I do not have it with me and I need to go I do not get it before going to the bathroom.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
M
Response to Catherine
Hi Catherine,
I just wanted to ask you, do you like seeing Alan on the toilet? As I've mentioned I love seeing my wife on the toilet. And I think she likes seeing me on the toilet too but has never said it. She doesn't normally come into the bathroom while I'm sitting but when she has I can tell by her body language that she kind of enjoys it. One time in the last year or so I was going to take a shower so I got ready to go in the shower and had to poop. She came up and said "are you taking a poop" I said I was and she just said "oh ok". I asked her if she needed something in the bathroom and she said yes but she can wait. I told her she could come in so I unlocked the door and let her in. She got what she needed but didn't leave. She stood there for a minute or two having a conversation with me and stood directly in front of me. And I could see where her eyes were looking and I could just tell by how she was talking she had kind of a smile going while she talked to me.
One time when we were on our honeymoon we got back to our room on the boat and I had to poop. I told her and she said "ok go" kind of excitedly. I go in and take a seat and then she asked if I wanted her to take a picture of me on the toilet and I said sure. So I let her in. She never did take a picture since this was the days of getting film developed and we weren't sure if they would print it. And again I could tell where hey eyes were looking and truthfully I think she just wanted to see me on the toilet.
Take care. I had an excellent morning poop today and I'm ready for the day. Have a good one!
Taylor
Buddy Dump with Jennifer
I talked to my girlfriend, Jennifer recently about enjoying pooping next to someone and we decided it would be fun to do it together, a planned buddy dump if you will. This afternoon we both needed to go so we went to some public toilets to get our relief.
We shared a smile as we walked into our respective stalls and pulled down our clothes, I could see her jeans bunching up a little underneath the stall divider while mine went all the way down to my calves. Within seconds of sitting down I could hear a quiet hissing from her as she had her pee. She always starts quickly and she always hisses. There was a brief tinkle as her pee slowed to a halt and we quietly waited for the rest.
I was the one to break the silence. My backdoor domed and a fart squeaked out as the head of my poop crowned. It slowly crept out of me and I just let it happen, fully enjoying the sensation of going. After a few seconds it fell into the bowl with a "flumph", it sounded like a big one. I heard Jennifer take a deep breath and she went onto her toes, she was pushing. I started peeing and she exhaled loudly before taking another deep breath and pushing again. Moments later there was a loud splash quickly followed by another, smaller one. I finished peeing but I knew I wasn't empty so I stayed seated and waited for it to happen, I didn't want to rush anything.
While I waited, Jennifer was crapping up a storm! It seemed once she had passed the initial log things moved much more easily. I could hear a quiet splash from her every 5-10 seconds, one after the other with an occasional small sigh. After about a minute I was gently stretched by another piece coming out, my body lightly pushing without any input from me and I just let it happen like before. There was another splash from Jennifer and she started pulling off toilet paper as my second log hit the deck.
I was satisfied I was done so before wiping I stood up and looked at what I had produced. There was two pieces sat at the bottom of the pale yellow water, one about an inch thick and eight inches long with another one next to it, slightly thinner and about three inches long. I sat back down and began cleaning up, I used a few squares to dry my vulva and then two handfuls for my behind, I was expecting to need much more! I flushed and pulled up my clothes as Jennifer left her stall. I met her at the sinks and we washed our hands before continuing with our day.
Mike
Poo relief
I have been ill with a bad cold for a few days and been taking the usual pills and lemsips to try ease it my bowels have been sluggish the past couple of days and I have not been able to have much of a poo. That changed tonight after I had my tea I felt a strong urge to go so I went to the bathroom and run a bath whilst I sat on the toilet I began to push and I felt discomfort as it came out with it being a large log after about 3 inches had passed it was softer and felt good as it slowly came out and slipped in the toilet with no sound then straight after another log dropped followed by a wee I got off the toilet and looked in the toilet they were massive especially for me first log was around 10inch and second around 8 they were sticking up out the water by a few inches so I flushed before I wiped the water rose up and I thought great that all I need a blocked toilet then all of a sudden there was movement and my poos went down leaving a lot of skid marks in the toilet I wiped and flushed again using the toilet brush to clean it I then had my bath feeling relieved but also a little sore after the big load
12/02/2021
Emma two
Waiting for the bathroom
I was walking home from the bus stop after I finished work last night and I was busting for a poo. I'd been holding it for most of the day as I wasn't desperate to go but as I was walking towards the flats it quickly got worse and by the time I got home I was desperate for a poo. Sarah was in the bathroom and I was waiting for her to come out I could hear her straining so I knew she was constipated. I hear a plop which which made me feel even more desperate and then I heard another three plops in rapid succession and now I really had to go. I asked her if she would be long and she answered in a pained voice as she pushed her latest poo out that she would try to hurry up. Then I heard a loud PLOP and then another one and Sarah said she was done and she just had to wipe her bum. All that detail almost caused me to lose it and I had to clench tightly to avoid ruining my knickers. After a while she flushed the toilet and I prayed she hadn't blocked it because if she did I would be using my knickers as a toilet. When she came out she warned me that it might be a good idea to leave it for a few minutes as it was a bit smelly in there. I was too desperate to care about that and I went straight in but it didn't smell that bad to me. I quickly pulled my jeans down knickers and sat down on a nice walk seat and relaxed. I peed a little bit as I started to feel my poo coming out and man it felt so good after holding it all day at work. I did a big load and it was then I realised that I hadn't pood in three days. I pushed gently but I was done so I wiped my bottom and pulled my knickers and jeans up before washing my hands. I looked in the toilet before I flushed it as I like to see my creation and then I flushed and left the bathroom to joint Sarah in the living room.Megan
Response to Sophie
Hey Sophie! To answer your question, my skidmarks are enough to make me feel uncomfortable and self-conscious. Its just unpleasant to go around with stains in my panties and so its really just my own desire to try some different approaches to preventing skidmarks.
I went back and read your account of trying your Always Radiant pads for skidmark prevention. Im sorry those did not work out for you. I have some friends who use those and they speak well of them. I myself use Always Maxis (size 3 and then size 5 for nighttime) but I have not tried those for the skidmarks. The first time I tried a liner for skidmark prevention, I used my Always Discreet Boutique pantyliners that I wear daily. I get those little leaks that can happen from time to time when I cough, sneeze, or do strenuous exercise (yes, this can happen to you even in your twenties and thirties :( ), so they work out great for my needs. They worked out okay, but clearly they were designed to be worn in the gusset of my panties and not the seat, so I kept looking. I just got my order of the Butterfly liners, so I'm going to wait until after I have my BM tomorrow to give those a try.
In addition to trying some protection, I intend to talk with my doctor about this issue. I have to go in for my annual physical exam later this week, and while I'm not looking forward to what sort of examination she might have to perform to evaluate this matter, I know it's important to know what is going on with my body. Sophie, are you due for next physical exam soon? I want to encourage you to ask your doctor about your skidmark issue to insure there is not some kind of underlying issue.
All the best to you!
Megan
Ronette
Traveling with Destini
My cousin Destini came to our city to spend a week with us. She is 12. She had a week off school and the money to fly in to see us. However, since she couldn't afford the air fare home, I had to drive her. No problem really. I like to drive, but six hours of Interstate is a bit long. And there was another situation that made the trip longer for me and Destini. She has real difficulty peeing in a public toilet. I don't exactly know why but I know parts of the explanation.
First, she doesn't travel hardly ever with her family. There is not a lot of money, her dad only works on and off, and her mother is mostly just getting tips as a waitress. Second, I guess out of need, Destini has a scholarship to attend a private school. There are only about 250 students going there so the bathrooms are not as big or threatening like those along the Interstates. Three, Destini says she averages only once a day using the bathroom at her school. And she has never taken a shit there. Having gone to a large high school, and traveling there each day by train from one side of the city to another, I pee three or four times a day, sometimes more at school, depending on how much I drink. For me it is coffee in the morning, milk or soda a lunch and another soda and/or water bottle in the afternoon. If I don't crap at school, most times I'll crap later in the day at the subway station when I'm transferring trains. Often I'll take a precautionary pee there in the morning and sometimes in the afternoon because I don't want to get caught on the subway, especially if the train is slow stop-and-go with my bladder ready to give out.
When I picked Destini up at the airport, her flight was running late. I went in the bathroom, walked down a line of about 25 toilets, and dove into one on my left just as this well-dressed girl of about 10 came out. There was no pee on the seat so I was seated and peeing into the bowl just as I remembered not to move around much because the auto-flush would kick in. I sat four about 10 minutes, checked the flight info on my phone, washed my hands and then waited at the gate.
Destini arrived about 45 minutes later, seemed really frustrated and sweating, and as we were waiting for her bags, she said she had been holding her Number 2 since she arrived at the airport four hours earlier. I took the baggage ticket and pointed her toward the restroom which looked like a very popular destination. I texted her after about 10 minutes of waiting and she said she had just gotten on the stool. I was a little suspicious as I pulled her bag toward the restroom. I saw black athletic shoes under three doors, but none was hers. When I texted her again she said she didn't remember which toilet she was using or whether it was on the left or right side of the aisle. Finally, the door opened and she came out looking disoriented. She had done a full shit and then found there was no toilet paper left on the roll. So I took Destini into an open toilet right across the aisle, it had two toilet paper rolls available, and as I seated her I could see that she was shaking out of fear. She already has a souvenir about an inch and a half long in her white underwear. While she was seated I tried to help her out. She was very frustrated and not a good wiper. I tried to show her how she could be more effective, but she seemed so distracted and aloof. In driving her to our house I got to wondering whether she had much experience in using public toilets, or whether she had tried to avoid them.
During the first day Destini was with us we took the train to my campus and she went to my classes. I know a couple of times she left the lecture hall for the toilets, stayed out about 10 minutes, then came back only to excuse herself again. Her only explanation was the bathrooms were really busy. So after class I went in looking for her. Her shoes stood out for some reason, perhaps with her slacks all the way down and halfway covering them up. So I knocked on her door, asked for her to let me in, and as she sat frustrated and apologetic she told me that she often is unable to get her pee stream going when she's away from home. From turning a faucet on in front of her toilet to her using a single toilet in a family bathroom or convenience store, I made several suggestions. She's just not use to the busy toilets in large cities. Or being called a B***h because she sits and ignores those persons peeking in or beating on her door. I tried to show her a couple of other techniques when we shared stalls in the rest stop bathrooms. Driving back luckily there probably were less frustrations for her. Oh, and just before we started our drive back Destini did the biggest dump our family's toilet had ever seen. I plunged it while she was loading up the car.
Anna from Austria
I agree with you that park toilets are the worst vandalized.
Jennifer
That's a good question on phone scrolling. Home or elsewhere--I'm guilty especially if I'm shitting.
Kelly
Why do you hover over the seat while peeing in public? What are the advantages? Do your friends sit or hover?
Matthew
I think the incident was an inappropriate obsession on the part of the mom. What would his friends have thought if they were hanging out there too?
Midwesterner
Thanksgiving Poop Stories Part 1
Despite our Thanksgiving plans being shifted a little (due to some relatives contracting the virus), we were not short one bit of pooping stories! Originally, we were going to go to my Aunt's for Thanksgiving dinner, but instead my wife Anna and I hosted Thanksgiving. We had 10 other relatives and friends come over to our house, and all of them definitely made use of our toilets to some extent. To make things even better, now that our harvest season has concluded, I finally had time to finish the remodeling of our bathroom off the kitchen, complete with a brand new toilet just in time for Thanksgiving! I will probably make two separate posts just because I will be typing for quite awhile.
Anna's cousin Maddie, whom I have mentioned in several previous posts, came over from college a couple nights before Thanksgiving. For those who don't remember, Maddie is 22 years old, and a fit and attractive blonde girl. I view her like a little sister. She stays over at our house pretty much whenever school is not in session, and is very open with us about her bathroom habits, especially with Anna. The 3 of us really enjoy bathroom humor together. I don't think she's that way with everybody, but she is with us. I woke up Thanksgiving morning and made us all some breakfast. I didn't make us anything too giant considering the meal we had planned for later in the day, but it was enough to make everybody's bowels start to move. I know that the 3 of us all generally poop in the morning after breakfast. We all finished eating and were just talking in the kitchen when Anna said "well that food is working its way through me, I'll be back in a few minutes, guys!" Maddie agreed, saying "I'm thinking the same thing." Anna went into the bathroom off the kitchen, and Maddie went down the hall to the master bathroom. I told them "when one of you finishes, I'll trade places." I started cleaning things up in the kitchen as I heard the faint noise of my wife's butt hitting the seat of our new toilet and her pee tinkling into the bowl. Before long, although muffled, I could hear her let out a fairly loud fart and then the plopping sound of her poop landing in the bowl. I just kept cleaning things up while the two girls pooped away. About 5 minutes had passed, I finished cleaning up and went to our bedroom (which is right next to the other bathroom) to get changed out of my pajamas. When I walked by the other bathroom, it was apparent that Maddie was still pooping. As I got changed, I could hear Maddie rolling off some toilet paper, so I thought she would probably be done soon. I finished changing right as she flushed, and after washing her hands, she came out, and I could smell a faint poop. I asked her if she felt better, and she laughed, saying "yes, I definitely enjoyed a nice morning poop." I responded with "good, now I need to do the same." I closed the door and noticed that her poop smell was definitely more noticeable. It wasn't extreme at all, just noticeable. I noticed there were some skidmarks in the bowl, which don't really bother the 3 of us, so I pulled my clothing down to the floor and sat my butt on the warm seat. As usual, I aimed my penis into the bowl and got my pee out of the way, and then settled in for a good dump. I let out a few sloppier pieces with some farts that didn't smell very pleasant. I sat on the toilet for probably 10 minutes before I felt empty. I scooted forward and wiped, and when I got up, i could see the many smaller pieces I let out. I definitely felt better as I washed my hands and got ready to start getting everything in order for later in the day!
The 3 of us started getting the house ready for all the guests, including cleaning the bathrooms. Anna told us to "make sure we put a few rolls of toilet paper in each bathroom, because we will probably need it!" We all laughed when Maddie suggested we put candles in each bathroom too. I said "yeah, Anna, you know your brother is going to absolutely destroy one of our poor toilets." We all laughed, almost to the point of crying, knowing his habit of taking absolutely giant dumps that have clogged many toilets. We actually took bets on if he would clog one of our toilets that night or not. But regardless, we knew both of our toilets would be seeing a lot of butts later in the day. Just so that you get the idea of what our bathroom situation looks like at out house, there is the bathroom that is technically the master bathroom, but we aren't at all snobby about people using it. I put a lot of work into that bathroom and made it super nice. I love how roomy it is! We have another bathroom sort of off our kitchen. That bathroom is a half bath that I recently remodeled. Both bathrooms have Kohler elongated comfort height toilets with contoured seats that hug your butt really nicely (my wife agrees). I do have plans to make another full bathroom in our basement, but I just haven't done it yet.
Around noon, Anna's mom came over to help with food prep. She brought over some groceries, and as soon as she set them on the kitchen counter, she told us that she had to use the restroom, and went around the corner to the one by the kitchen. I could hear her sit down and start peeing pretty forcefully. She sounded like she really had to go. She complimented us on how the bathroom looked and said we got it finished just in time for it to be enjoyed, which we both agreed with. We got busy with getting our turkey and other food ready, and before we knew it, our relatives and friends started filing in. I was preoccupied, so I didn't pay super close attention to what was going on in the bathrooms, but I did notice people were occasionally making use of them. We started eating our Thanksgiving dinner at around 3:30, and everything turned out awesome! I think mostly everybody got stuffed, and while a couple people had to get going, most of them stuck around for most of the evening, ultimately leading to some big dumps. I noticed Anna's mom was one of the first to disappear to the bathroom. Shortly after, I noticed this lady who we go to church with, Sara, got up and headed to the bathroom. She came back and told Anna and I that someone was in the bathroom by the kitchen, and wondered if there was another bathroom she could use. She looked sort of embarrassed, so we tried to make her feel at ease. I told her to make herself feel at home in the bathroom by our bedroom. Anna said to let her know if she needed anything. Sara hurried off, looking desperate. About 5-7 minutes later, Anna's mom came back, so I was pretty sure that she pooped. Maddie's dad replaced her. I ended up going to our bedroom to grab something. The way the duct work is in the house, you can hear from our bedroom what is going on in the master bathroom more so than just standing by the bathroom door. I could hear Sara let out a blast of diarrhea quickly followed by the sound of the toilet flushing. I knew she was really embarrassed and felt bad for her! I went back to the living room where everybody else was, and a couple minutes later, Sara came back. I could tell she wasn't feeling the best. Shortly after, Maddie's dad also returned from his pooping session.
We all had a great time, with some of us playing games and others just enjoying talking to each other. I was talking with a good friend of mine when he excused himself to the restroom. I think he just peed because he wasn't gone for more than a couple minutes. I noticed Sara disappear to the other bathroom again for awhile, so something must have made her stomach upset. I went to the kitchen to grab something to drink, and overheard Sara telling Anna in the hall "I'm so sorry that I've been taking over your bathroom!" Anna told her "don't worry, honey, that's what it's there for. We all understand." I went downstairs to the basement to grab more drinks from our extra refrigerator, and I noticed that someone was in the bathroom by the kitchen. The bathroom door is basically right at the top of the stairs going down to the basement, and if you are at the right point on the stairs, you can look back and see under the door, not quite to the extent of a public bathroom stall, but still enough to know what someone is up to. Coming back up, I could see feet with purple socks under the door. The feet were close together in front of the toilet. I recognized the feet as Anna's friend, Kate. She curled her feet up like she was pushing, and I heard a small plop. Kate is about my wife's age (27), and is a very attractive and ladylike woman. She is sort of uptight with her bathroom habits, so I knew she would absolutely die if she knew someone heard her pooping.
After most of the guests had gone home, I was talking with Anna and her brother, Chase, in the kitchen by ourselves when he rubbed his stomach and told me "well I think it's time to hit the bathroom." Anna and I laughed, and Anna jokingly told him "oh boy, we might as well all run out of the house." I told him "careful, I don't want to have to redo our bathroom again!" He knew we were all joking and played along by saying "I'll try my best, but no guarantees." Chase isn't quite my height, but he's still pretty tall and has a similar build to me, but he definitely out poops me. He's about to turn 19 and just graduated high school this year. We heard him sit on the toilet and immediately let out a huge fart, causing both of us to laugh. Since Maddie, Anna, and I were taking bets on if he would clog the toilet or not, Anna went to grab Maddie. When Maddie came, we went by the door and Maddie said "Chase, we all took bets on if you'd clog the toilet or not, so we're going to wait and listen to you poop." He said "I can't even take a dump in peace!" We all went down the stairs a bit and saw his jeans bunched up on the floor with his legs spread out in front of the toilet. We heard some pretty big pieces plop into the bowl and we snickered. He said "well I guess I'll give you guys a show if that's what you're after." We started smelling it out in the hall, and Anna said "gee, we can even smell it out here now!" He said, "shut up, sis, I know what you're husband (me) is capable of!" Anna's mom came by to use the bathroom again, and saw us all on the stairs, and she asked "what are you guys doing?" Anna said "waiting for Chase to poop." Their mom said "oh boy, you'll be there awhile then. You kids are hilarious!" and left. After 20 minutes, he wiped and said "ok, I'm done." I said "well, let's see what happens." To our amazement, the toilet took down his load, which means Maddie lost the bet! She got to be the person to clean the bathrooms after everybody leaves! He came out and the smell was awful. It made us all gag, and I said "well, Maddie lost!" He said "better luck next time, cuz!" Anna's mom came back and said "whew, Chase! Open the window next time!" Bless her heart, she went into the bathroom and opened the window to try and air things out. We told her about our bet, and we all just couldn't stop laughing!
Well I think I have quite a post for now, so I will type up part 2 soon. I wanted to make an awesome post for what I believe is the best time of the year for poop stories!
<Shy
Library diarrhea
Hiii, I'm a long time lurker but have never posted here before- figured I'd give in and try typing out a post just to see what it's like haha- I guess I should probably describe myself a bit?
I'm a uni student living in London. I'm 20, 5ft 4 and have a small, petite kind of figure- my friends like to tease me about being tiny a lot! I can't remember how I found this forum originally but I've always been weirdly fascinated by pooping. I love doing it myself and I love hearing other girls go too!
I go to the toilet about 3-4 times a day to crap- my poops are usually solid enough but I have a sensitive stomach so I get diarrhoea really often unfortunately... :(
This morning was especially bad- I'd gone out with flatmates last night to this cheap takeaway really close to where we live, and decided in my infinite wisdom to try their naga chicken wings. They burnt almost as bad going in as they would going out later! I didn't feel anything until I woke up the next morning with this dull ache in my stomach. I kinda wanted to stay home but I knew I had to get an essay done, so I forced myself to head to the library to work. I had a feeling I was gonna have the runs, so I decided to wear a skirt.
This really paid off, as I'd only been 10 minutes into working when I felt that familiar ache in my ???? and something far from solid settling in my colon. I got up pretty quickly and rushed to the bathrooms across the hall. I'd never been to this one before, and two things really surprised me: firstly, these bathrooms were completely gender neutral, and secondly, the toilets were really square- like they had square seats and square bowls.
I didn't have time to think though, as I only just got my tights and knickers down before I started peeing completely liquid diarrhea out into the bowl below. The first wave lasted for about 10 seconds before tapering off. I knew I had wayy more coming, so I kept on sitting, adjusting my butt to get a bit comfier. I opened up my legs to look into the bowl and I'd turned the water this murky yellowish brown.
Not long after, I felt another wave on it's way, and I sharted loudly before painting the bowl brown again with a mix of liquid crap and very wet turds for about another minute straight. I couldn't believe how much I was shitting, but the relief was AMAZING after I finished, even if my butthole was reallly stinging after!
It took me a couple wipes before I got clean, but I didn't have diarrhea for the rest of the day, so it was totally worth the mess.
Ig that's it for now?
Love,
Shy
P>Catherine
Responses
Hi! I do have a Thanksgiving story but very little time to write it tonight. I hope I can in the next day or two! It was a doozy Thursday night!
But I wanted to respond to old and new friends!
Brandon T: Thank you for the shout out and your kind words about my post! You have been posting for quite a while now and you are always so kind! I hope you are well!
Robyn and Victoria: I am so happy for you both! I've missed you both as well and hope to hear more from you soon! All the best to you both as your relationship grows! And, I hope you have some fabulous doodies too!
M: Thank you for your response. Alan likes seeing my hips too! I think he just likes seeing me on the toilet, LOL!
I hope everyone is dooing well!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Survey
M or f
Age
1. What's the longest time you have gone without pooping
2. Are your poops normally hard or soft and are they chunks or logs
3. What object would you compare your widest poop to
4. How often do you poop
5. When was the last time you went poo
6. How often do you get constipaited
7. Where do you feel comfortable pooping
8. do you have to poo right now
9. How long would you hold your poop in for
16 F
1) almost two days
2) it all depends on what I ate
3) video game console
4) at least twice a day
5) last night
6)rarely
7) )pretty much anywhere I have ever been
8) maybe in a hour or two
9) not long I rather it get it over with
Happy Monday: so far today has been amazing and yesterday too, Dean picked me up 15 minutes before school started and he came to my door and introduced himself to my parents and I told them that he was picking me up, so we make it to his car and he open the door for me before he goes to the driver side and close the door for me , while I'm telling you this I'm on the toilet I'm done peeing but I feel like staying longer lol but anyway I'm wearing my second favorite outfit, plaid skirt that goes to my knees right now I have it up around my waist and panties are down to my knees and I'm wearing my crocs with yellow socks lol later on the week it's going to be nice so no socks for me lol okay I better get going, bye for now
To Hollyrae
Pervert brother huh? I take it he's tried to watch you before?
Keci
Technology on the toilet
OK, I admit it. 9 times out of 10 I use my smart phone while I'm on the toilet. It doesn't matter whether I'm home at work or at a store. As soon as my clothing comes down and I take the seat, I'm scrolling. I probably shouldn't admit it but I do it for the most simple pee. While I'm peeing away, as long as I don't get lost in terms of reality, I don't think there is really anything wrong with reading and responding to messages. Who gives a damn whether I'm in my upstairs bedroom at home or in Cubicle Number 29 on the 4th floor of Arts & Sciences Hall. 3 or 4 of my craps each week are away from home. I have a small bladder so you can draw your own conclusion on my pees.
The worst situation I was in was in a summer rec league at our local park. This was before smart phones and I had a flip cell phone. I called my mom from the toilet on the northwest field of the park and said my team had been eliminated, but I wanted to stay longer and see the next round. While we were talking and I was dumping, this girl a couple of years younger than me, came running in with her phone, thumped her butt onto the toilet next to mine (which I had rejected because it look liked someone had peed right over the seat), and as she did, her phone rang. There was a steady pee stream hitting the water and she just started yelling and cussing at her mom, calling her a moron and some other unprintable names. I guess her mother asked her why she wasn't at the pickup site. The girl started swearing and then when the mom didn't believe her, the girl put the phone between her legs so her mother could hear the drain. If I had talked that way to my mom she would have confiscated my phone and grounded me.
The lady in the apartment across the hall from us is currently practice teaching. She said students are getting sneakier in concealing their phones and taking a trip to the "bathroom" during a class is just code for sitting and talking to their boyfriends. Also, some of the boys are texting their girlfriends to meet up with them in one of the remote bathrooms. Principals are afraid to act because they don't want any confrontations.
Underwear advice
Survey responses
Question 1
Yes, I totally take advantage of being in places where people can't hear to fart when I need to and let out any gas I've been holding. I'm not normally super shy about farting unless I'm around boys, but when I'm on a plane I get really gassy for some reason and I just let rip. Usually they don't smell though when I'm on a plane. Last time we were flying transatlantic and my parents used their miles so me and my sister could go business class and we were in those seats where you face in opposite directions to the other person. So then I was extra uninhibited about farting when I got a bit bloated after the meal. After farting like 6 times I didn't think anything of it but when I shifted in my seat I realized my panties were wedgied pretty bad and felt like they were sticking to my asshole. When I went to the restroom and pulled down my sweats and aero hipster panties I was shocked to see I had a pretty bad skidmark. It was like 2 inches and gross enough that I had to try to wipe it out as much as I could with the crappy airplane toilet paper. It's weird, it didn't feel like the farts were wet at the time, but I guess I just pushed a bit too hard because I was so comfortable knowing that nobody could hear me. The rest of the flight was uneventful but it was just weird.
Question 2
Yes, it's embarrassing but I tend to daydream and when I'm pooping at home and I don't have to hurry to push out as much as I can in the few minutes between class at school, sometimes I will be sitting there on my phone for up to 30 minutes. Sometimes i wipe and then feel like I need to poop some more and then have to wipe again, and this can happen multiple times. I don't know why I'm weird like that. But anyway, after 20 minutes on my phone I sometimes get distracted and forget that I pooped abit more after my last wipe, and just pull up my panties and bounce. Sometimes I realize my mistake right away and have time to fix the problem with minimal damage to my panties, but other times I won't notice until later when I go to pee and see the brown evidence of my forgetfulness staring up at me from my panties. Either that or I'll wonder why my butt is so itchy, and then figure it out. So embarrassing!
HaleyAnna from Austria
I want to answer the question from Midwestener this time about the loudest poop every heard.
It happend many years ago in the early 2000s when I was fresh at Unversity.
There was this tutor girlworking at Uni named Sabrina that was a bit older then me. She was in her mid or even late 20s already when I was just 19. I never talked much too hear. Whe just meet quite often when I was doing self study at the self acess center for learning stuff at my Uni. S was working there. I spend there many hours almost every day in the morning so it happend quite often that my morning coffee kicked in and I had to poop.
Sabrina seemed to be a a morning pooper as well because I had some funny run ins with her.
The first time was when was bursting for a poo and headed to the nearest ladies room from the self acess center. When I was about to open the door to the ladies room I heard some loud blasting farts through the door of the ladies room. I was not eager having a neigbor so I headed to the ladies room next floor. When I was my way back I saw S coming out of the other ladies room where I heard the blasting farts. I was not thinking much about it yet. Was not sure if it was her or another person I also did not care much. A few days later I had to go again and this time to nearest toilet to the acess center was empty so I went in. When I started to get seated somebody entered the ladies room. That person was talking to somebody else on the phone. I recognised her voice imediately. It was S. After finishing her call so took the stall next to me, pulled down her pants and panties and she did the same blasting farts I heard through the door a few days earlier. I am not a silent pooper myself, pre, mid and sometimes even post poop farts are normal for but they are tiny and small compared to the farts of S. The most impressive thing was that she is always that loud when I head some run ins with her at the toilet. There were many more in the next month and years to come.
That's it for today
Greetings from Austria
Anna
M
Responses to Winnie and Midwesterner
Winnie: Thanks! Can't believe it's going to be 20 years soon either. I really can't imagine myself with any other woman or smelling someone else's poo after using the bathroom. Lol!
Midwesterner:
I have a couple other loudest poops that I have heard using the men's room. Most of the loud poo stories involve my wife but a couple come to mind using the men's room. The first one is when I was working at an airport, funny since there are many airport stories lately. I worked at a rental car company years ago that was in an airport. This is a very small airport and I would go upstairs to eat my lunch where the offices are. One day I had to pee before going back to work. The men's room had one stall and one urinal. The stall was literally the first thing you see when you walk in. Then the urinal is right next to the stall so you're very close. I go in and I see feet under the stall and I hear a man reading the newspaper and as I walk up to the urinal to pee he is squirting out a little bit of liquid poo quite frequently. It sounded like he was peeing out of his butt and every time he would squirt some out, he would moan quite loudly with no embarrassment. He sounded like he had a bad stomachache just by the sounds of it. It was someone I knew too because I recognized the voice. As I'm peeing he continues to squeeze liquid into the toilet while turning the pages of the paper. I've pooped in that stall and it has a magazine rack with stuff to read if you need to be in there for a bit. He sounded like he was feeling a bit sick. Since I knew him I kind of felt like asking him if he was ok because he sounded like he was in pain because of the moaning. But I didn't, it would've felt awkward. So I finish peeing. I flush and then go to wash my hands. I kind of waited at the sink in front of the mirror just to hear what would happen next. He had another squirt and another painful sounding moan. And then as I walk out and as I'm by the stall when heading towards the door to leave he just unleashed one of the biggest loads of diarrhea ever. I hope he felt much better after that because he didn't sound like he was well at all.
The next one was when I was at a store and I was pooping. I had already finished by dump but I sat for a little bit longer just to make sure I was done. This was a two stall bathroom and the first stall was out of order so I'm sitting in the second stall. I hear this man walk in breathing heavily and he sees the first stall is out of order and attempts to open the stall that I'm in but when he finds out it is lock d he just said to himself "oh no, oh no" and almost sounded like he was crying. I felt bad so I started wiping so he could get in because sounded like he wasn't going to make it. He stayed because he heard me wiping. So I flush then pull up my pants then open the door. The man goes in while still breathing heavily holding his stomach. He's moaning before he even gets in. I'm washing my hands and he dropped his pants and as soon as his bare butt hit the toilet, just a huge ass explosion which rivals anything I've heard my wife do.
That's it for now. I'm sitting on the toilet while I'm typing this out. I've been in here for 15 minutes no but feeling constipated so I might have to come back in here or maybe poop at work today. I've just farted a couple times but nothing doing. I hear my wife getting ready for work too and I just heard her rip a couple of very loud farts so she might have something brewing in that butt of hers. Take care everyone!
Survey
M or f
Age
1. What's the longest time you have gone without pooping
2. Are your poops normally hard or soft and are they chunks or logs
3. What object would you compare your widest poop to
4. How often do you poop
5. When was the last time you went poo
6. How often do you get constipaited
7. Where do you feel comfortable pooping
8. do you have to poo right now
9. How long would you hold your poop in for