Fances
Twin Sister
I once shat my pants at the same time as my twin sister.
It was my fault. I bought and prepared about 70 samosas and proceeded to eat them like popcorn.
It's not the samosas' fault. I don't think you're supposed to eat 70 of anything in one sitting but you know I gotta have my sammies.
We were just sitting having a chat and my sister suddenly looked up and said, "I have to go." She disappeared off to the bathroom and while she's showering randomly in the middle of the day, I think, "Good time for a sneaky fart."
Well, no it bloody wasn't because the fart was sneakier than I thought it was going to be and it immediately became a (number) two-in-one deal. Instantly feeling the warmth of liquid/solid shit sliding into the backside of my panties. As soon as my sister emerged from the bathroom, I ran in and cleaned myself up. What a ridiculous creature.
Once I came out, I sat down next to her and said,
"You're not gonna believe this but while you were in the shower I actually shat my pants. It just blew out of me!"
She turned and said, "Me too! That's why I went to the shower! I thought it was a fart! Now I need new leggings and to not trust farts, especially when not wearing panties!"
We just laughed our afternoon away and cooked up some more Samosas because after all that, I was hungry again.
Awful. I seem to have this happen every couple years. This year, I guess my ???? was upset, it happened twice in a week.
Both were examples of gambling and losing, resulting in a surprising "shart." It could happen to anyone, so I don't get hugely embarrassd under typical circumstances.
The first time this year, I had just eaten bbq ribs with my parents and my boyfriend. The fat content in pork tends to alarm my digestive system. As we were about to part ways (boyfriend going back to work and myself to go run around town with my parents), it happened. It was wearing short shorts and it was a wet one. Thankfully, my underwear absorbed it and my shorts remained dry. I immediately told them I had to go home with my boyfriend and would meet up with them shortly. The entire ride home, I didn't sit down. I crossed one knee under me and used the other leg to firmly press myself up against the back of the seat. I got home, finished going to the bathroom, took a quick shower and got dressed again. I took some ginger and drank some water and went on with my day.
About a week later, I was at work wearing skinny jeans so tight that every curve shows. I work in food service and was in the back of the house when I felt it happen. I wasn't even sure I had pooped in my pants. I excused myself from the floor, giving the heads up it might be a bit before I'm back. This time it wasn't wet, and the tightness of my jeans pushed it between my labia. I was utterly disgusted. I wanted so badly to take a shower, but I still had 3 hours until close. I cleaned up over the toilet as much as I could and started desperately grabbing warm wet paper towels and gently cleaning as best I could. I was so worried I would get a yeast infection. After I got home, I took a shower and drank some good probiotics and carried on. Thankfully I did not get a yeast infection as it was days before my boyfriend's birthday celebration (which of course includes lots of sex!).
It feels horrible to poop your pants. You'll wonder if there's something wrong with you. You'll be panicked someone will notice. But in my experience, barring the times you can see it on your pants, no one will notice. Pooping in your pants, while I don't recommend it, is a very good ego-check.Jay
Survey
I am gonna do a self survey and want others to answer the questions as well.
1. How often do you Pee?
Usually 2 to 4 times a day.
2. How often do you poop?
My poop schedule is random, sometimes once a day, sometimes every other day, sometimes a few times a week.
3. How long does it take you to poop?
About 5 to 15 minutes.
4. How often do you get constipated?
I cannot remember the last time I was constipated.
5. How often do you get diarrhea?
Not very often, maybe once a month.
6. Where is the weirdest place you have Peed?
I was at my friends house and we were down in his basement hanging out and I had a pee and he told me just to pee in the sump pump.
7. Where is the weirdest place you have pooped?
I don't know, i have pooped in a lot of weird places other than a toilet, I have pooped in the woods, I have pooped in buckets in my bedroom, containers in my closet, on my bedroom floor, in the middle of a highway in the middle of the night.
8. Are you shy about pooping in public bathrooms?
In my younger years I definitely was, now it's not a problem for me.
9. Have you ever had an accident and Peed or pooped your pants?
Fortunately no, not in a very long time.
10. Do you pee while you're taking a shower because you're too lazy to get out and go in the toilet?
Yes almost every time I shower.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Just stop by to hope everyone is having good week so far, and I have quick story to share before I go back to class and yes I'm in the school nurse bathroom pooping as I type this,
So five minutes ago I felt the urge to go , during passing period and I checked with the nurse was it okay she said yes, so I go in the bathroom and unbuttoned my jeans and panties to my ankles and lock the door and I look myself in the mirror and seeing my lower half and I begin to fart and I waddle to the toilet and take a seat on the cold seat and sit all the way back so my feet is off the ground now I let some pee go a minute or two and my stomach craps up and my booty open up and wide and this long piece and wide comes out and hitting the water it gets bigger and bigger so I had to pinch it off and I let go two more sticks
Rosalynne
Relaxing for a crap
Several posters on recent pages and also back pages have used different terms for it, but basically they say it is important that a person learns to relax when taking a crap away from home.
OK. I understand that. It makes sense. But a quick sit between classes, or during class when the teacher tells you to hurry because he's holding up on the class starting their test, or your study partner getting agitated with a couple of problems or how they are worked, or missing the bus home, or running for the last place on the top of the risers on the stage for yearbook picture day.
Back when I was a sophomore I sat down 3 times one day for a crap, only to give up in frustration because I didn't have time to continue my sit and push something out. Since the janitors frequently lock the bathrooms right after the dismissal bell rings, I keep feeling my need to crap. So I walk across the highway to a gas station where the toilet was so dirty and if I were a young child and my mother was with me, she would not have allowed me to use it. Within two minutes I had started my crap and it was complete and very fulfilling.
Then the next day or the day after, my depressing, sits for a crap would begin. I guess on many days the school toilets are not going to be cooperative. My boyfriend, however, shits most every day at school and has a lot more confidence.
How can this be explained?
Sofie
Skidmarks in my swimsuit
Hey, it's me Sofie again!
I wanted to check in with a quick story and to ask a question (especially of Abbie and Skidmarked in Seattle and other girls who share my problem)!
So I was at a pool party with some friends the other day, and I was wearing a black bikini under my shorts and tshirt. Well after a couple of hours of hanging out and eating and drinking I needed to go to the restroom, so I excused myself and went to the upstairs guest bathroom where it was quieter and I thought I wouldn't be disturbed. I tried to poop as quick as I could so that the other girls wouldn't know what I was doing, so I pushed hard trying not to grunt or pant too loudly, and I managed to force out about three medium sized turds, which was enough for the moment even though I felt I had more to do later. The poops were fairly soft, and my booty felt a bit sticky. I stood up and started to wipe when suddenly I heard laughter and voices coming up the stairs. I panicked because I figured I would be alone, and I suddenly became concerned that I had made the bathroom stinky and that if another one of the girls came in they would know it was me. So I quickly sprayed some air freshener before they got close enough to hear, and then was just about to start wiping when the girl whose home it was hammered on the door and shouted "Hey Sofie, you in there? We're going to the pool now!" I was flustered and shouted back "okay cool, I'll be right out!". Knowing that at least one other girl was right on the other side of the door made me paranoid, so I admit that I rushed my wiping and just did two deep wipes with two wads of toilet paper before pulling my bikini bottoms and shorts back up. I quickly flushed and washed my hands, composed myself and then walked out, my friend smiled at me as she brushed past and went in herself.
As I made my way down to the pool I was mostly paranoid about whether my friend would be able to smell that I had pooped in the restroom, and it was only when we went to sit on the sun beds that I felt like... stickiness and maybe even little particles or lumps in my booty crack where I had CLEARLY not wiped good enough after taking a soft poop. I was mad with myself for getting flustered and letting the girls make me rush my wiping at a bad moment, but I was comforted by the fact that at least I was wearing my black full cut bikini, and that unlike some of my light colored underwear it was unlikely that any telltale stains or skids would show through and embarrass me. After shifting around uncomfortabky on the sunbed for awhile, very aware of my sticky gross butt, I thought that maybe going in the pool would actually help, and that just moving around in the water might kind of wash any remaining poop or stains from between my cheeks or in my bikini bottoms. In the end I spent about 30 minutes in the pool before getting out and just relaxing poolside again, and I did actually feel cleaner which made me think that maybe my plan had worked (if also a bit grossed out and ashamed to think that I might have polluted my friend's pool a bit!) Eventually my bikini dried out in the sun and I ended up going home wearing it under my clothes, and forgot all about it until I went to take my evening shower. And then I realized that my plan had not worked as well as I thought, because although I no longer felt sticky or dirty, when I pulled my bikini bottoms down to get in the shower there were two long, deep skidmarks in the back, about 3 inches long and half an inch wide. They didn't show through the back because of the material and dark color, but for sure they would have if I had been wearing regular panties. Annoyed with myself, I took them off and threw them in the hamper (I decided they were just on the side of not being bad enough for me to need to presoak them) and got in the shower.
Anyway, my question to other girls (and guys) is this! Do you have any experiences of staining swimwear (bikinis or swimsuits or shorts) rather than regular underwear, and did anyone see or did you get away with it like me?!
I know it has happened to at least one of my friends, because one time at the beach I was getting changed in a changing room with my friend Olivia and when she had her back turned to me she pulled down her blue panties and I couldn't help noticing a pretty bad stain in the back of them. She got changed into a yellow bikini and when we got changed back into our clothes later on I saw that she had also left a skidmark in her bikini. It wasn't as bad as the one in her panties (which she had to put back on) but it was still noticeable. So I guess my theory about being in the water helping to clean your butt and dissolve any poop stains was wrong. Unless anyone has had more success than me?
Sofie
Sofie
Reply to Abbie, Jason and Megan!
Hi y'all, it's me Sofie again, I'm so glad I found this community of likeminded people who I can share with. I used to hold so many of my weird phobias and neuroses about bathroom issues in my head without feeling like I could tell anyone, and I'm so glad that everyone on this forum is so kind and welcoming! I definitely feel alot better now I know that other women and girls have some of the same issues I do, especially around underwear staining.
To Jason:
Omg I wanted to thank you so much for replying to me and sharing that story about you and your girlfriend! After spending like 3 months freaking myself out that my boyfriend will be disgusted with me and dump me if he finds out the extent of my dirty panties struggles, it was great to hear from a guy like you who is super sweet and supportive of his girlfriend!!
It made me laugh when you mentioned all the things that your girlfriend did to hide her dirty panties, because I have done some of those same things to avoid my boyfriend seeing! Haha. Although we haven't gone all the way with each other yet, whenever we get intimate I am always paranoid that I might have stains and try to take special measures to avoid him seeing or smelling me. And this is even after he once saw my post-sports panties with a huge skidmark AND a maxi pad in them, which I stupidly left on the bathroom floor after a shower! Like you he was really sweet with me and said that he didn't care at all and that he loves me, but I still sometimes think that he was just being nice and that secretly he was grossed out and thinks that I am disgusting. But now that I read your story about reassuring your girlfriend, it makes me think that maybe he was being sincere after all! Yay!
It's great that you and your girlfriend are comfortable going to the toilet in front of each other! I have done that with some of my girlfriends and my sister when we are both rushing to get ready and need to use the bathroom at the same time. But I haven't yet done it with my boyfriend. He seems really relaxed about bathroom things, he usually does't close the door all the way when he pees or poops at his house, because I think he family is just alot more open about that. When he comes over to my place he closes the door when anyone in my family is home, but if it's just me he usually leaves the door ajar. He doesn't seem to have any shame over his bathroom habits, sometimes he will be in the restroom and I hear him farting or plopping or straining when he is constipated, and then he just comes out and sits next to me totally unembarrassed, which is great. I really wish I could get over some of my hangups and be like that. I'm working on it, but I'm still a bit insecure. I feel like even though nice guys like you and my boyfriend tell girls that we should never feel ashamed of our bodies or bodily functions, there is still this pressure from society to look perfect and be super feminine, and never admit to pooping or maybe getting dirty panties. Like in movies or on TV often a girl character will talk about having to pee and it's presented as being cute, but they would never have her say that she needs to poo, or that she is constipated, or that she needs to change her panties or something like that. It's just like this taboo. And to be honest, alot of the time it is other girls that enforce the taboo. I can't even count the number of times that some bully girl will come into the girls restroom at school and make fun of the girls who are clearly having a poo, farting or making straining sounds as we try to go. Some of the alpha girls at my school (I go to my school on a scholarship but a lot of the kids have really rich parents and act as though they are mini celebrities, which I think is pathetic and phony) will make these exaggerated expressions of disgust when they walk into the restroom and it is smelly or other girls are pooing - as though they don't do the exact same thing!
To Abbie:
Thanks so much for your reply, I'm so glad to find another girl who understands! It sounds like your school bathrooms were just as bad as mine. I guess I am lucky because there are a few quieter bathrooms that I can sometimes use depending on my schedule and whether buildings are locked or open, but most days I have to use the busy bathrooms with high foot traffic where there are always other girls going at the same time. They actually recently downgraded our toilet paper to an even cheaper kind, if you can believe that! The old stuff was rough, 1-ply and did a bad enough job getting me clean. But the new toilet paper is still 1-ply, but really like weak and delicate. Even if you pull off like 10 squares to try to make a decent wipe, the paper still just kind of disintegrates and sometimes my fingers have poked through and gotten my poo on them, which is super gross. And this may be TMI, but I have noticed that since they changed the toilet paper supplier my skidmarks sometimes now have these little flecks of white toilet paper in them, meaning that it is clearly sticking to me when I try to wipe. Ugh, it's so gross.
In answer to your question, I have to poo at school pretty much every day, unless I am really constipated. I play a lot of sports and my appetite is BIG, so I guess because I am eating so much I also have to poo a lot also. Sometimes I have to take another poo when I get home from school or before bed. This happens most often when I have to cut my afternoon school poop short because I ran out of time or just couldn't get it all out in one go. But I don't like to poo in the evening at home if I can help it, because usually I shower in the evening rather than in the morning, and if I go for a poo in the evening after my shower then I am pretty much guaranteed to start the next day with a smelly, slightly sticky booty, which isn't great. But because I am not yet entirely comfortable pooping around my boyfriend, when he comes over in the evening I do sometimes have to hold it until after my shower when he has gone home, and then it's right back to feeling abit dirty and worrying about the state of my panties.
I also have a story about my first year at my current school, I had just transferred to this place after my parents pulled all these strings to get me in. I'm not super shy but I was still intimidated being the new girl, and while I quickly made a few friends (including my friend Jess) I also attracted the attention of some of the bullies. This one girl would make fun of me because I'm here on a scholarship and not a trust fund kid like her, and her posse of friends would also sometimes make fun of the fact that I am mixed race, because they are super lame and apparently also racist? The bullying pretty much stopped after I joined a few of the sports teams and showed that I couldn't be intimidated by childish insults, but this one alpha girl, Kirsten, made my first year a bit difficult. Anyway so Kirsten had noticed that I would often have to go for a poo in the early afternoon, about the same time that she would often go for a pee. She had started making nasty comments directed at me for her stupid little squad of followers who would accompany her to the restroom, always pointing out and mocking me if she heard me grunting or straining a bit, or if I farted or when it would plop in the water. She would just say things like "hold your nose everyone, Sofie is destroying the toilet" and just mean stuff like that. But one day her boyfriend (on the football team, obviously) dumped her during lunch break over text message, and she was all upset and humiliated. It was a big deal, she flipped out in the cafeteria and made a big scene. Anyway, I was heading to the girls restroom for my afternoon poo when she pushed past me, sniffling, and went to the end stall, slamming the door behind her. For once, none of her squad were following her. I took the stall furthest away from her and we both started to pee, and I could hear that she was crying but trying to be discreet about it. Then a bunch of other girls burst into the toilet making a bunch of noise, and when they left I think that Kirsten must have thought I had gone too and that she was alone. At this point I was still straining trying to get my poo started, as I was abit constipated. But I was trying to strain quietly because the last thing I wanted was for Kirsten to take out her rage on me by making fun of my pushing noises and toilet sounds. But then to my surprise, the silence was broken when I heard a little squeaky fart come from her stall, followed by a high pitched gasp. Then another fart and a more determined little grunt like "unnghh!" followed by a sniffle as she was still crying. She farted a few more times and then I heard her clearly pushing as she went "nnnh, nnnh, nnnh, ohhhh..." as a few tiny little plops came out. I was a bit transfixed just because I had started to convince myself that beautiful alpha girls like Kirsten actually didn't poo. And then I started feeling mad because here she was doing all the things (grunting, gasping, pushing, farting and plopping) that she would mock me for doing in front of her friends. She was such a hypocrite! But at that point I felt like maybe my poop was ready to come out so I started pushing too, and as my constipated poop started stretching me open I involuntarily made a sound of my own, a "uhhh..oww" as my poo started to come out. As soon as that happend I heard Kirsten gasp, as I think she thought she was alone. But at that point there was nothing for either of us to do but try to finish what we started. In fact, I think that hearing me pushing and finally getting some relief as the plops came out made her feel less inhibited, and her grunting got a bit louder. Over about three minutes she dropped about four more substantial plops, each preceded by a grunt or two, while I did the same. I really wanted to avoid seeing her when I came out because I figured she would be embarrassed and take it out on me, but the bell rang for class so I had to rush wipe with the terrible toilet paper (I still felt a bit sticky and smelly when I had to just pull my panties up and bounce) and as I opened the door to my stall, Kirsten did the same. We both looked at each other and paused for a second, I could see her red puffy eyes from where she had been crying. I didn't know what to say so I went to the sink, grateful that she hadn't made a mean comment to me yet. Then when she was at the sink I could see she was shaking a bit trying to compose herself while washing her hands, and I guess the nice girl in me came out because I looked over and said "I'm so sorry for what happened Kirsten, I hope you're okay, you didn't deserve to be treated like that by him" (referring to her boyfriend). I thought she would probably tell me where to go stick my sympathy, but she just looked at me and her face crumpled and she started crying. I was totally unnerved but I went to hug her and she hugged me back tight, saying something like "I can't believe he did that to me.." I tried to comfort her a bit and pulled some tissues for her to wipe her face and fix her makeup. After a couple of minutes, by which time we were both late for class, she was good to go and looking perfect as usual. I went to leave but she stopped me and hugged me again saying "thank you Sofie, you were so nice to me and I've been so mean to you, I'm sorry..." and looked like she was about to cry again. I just said "it's okay Kirsten, I hope you feel better soon, just remember that we all have feelings too, ok?" Anyway, after that she stopped being mean to me, and even warned her stupid friends to back off. We didn't become BFFs or anything but we would smile at each other in the corridor and were even pooping buddies a few more times that year. And of course when I got home and took my shower that evening, my light blue panties had a couple of 3-inch skidmarks thanks to the lousy toilet paper...
To Megan:
It was great to read about your experience with the Butterfly liners, and I'm so glad that you have found a solution to your skidmark and panty staining problem! Do you think you will use them on a regular basis? I don't think that option will work for me right now because I don't think my mom would approve (and my sister would definitely make fun of me, because she can unintentionally be a bit mean and hurtful sometimes) but I'm really glad that it seems to be working out for you!
Can I ask, are you supposed to still wipe before you apply the Butterfly and pull your panties up, or do you just go and let the liner do the wiping? And I'm curious as to how it sticks to your booty? You made it sound like you stick it to your booty rather than your panties, like a regular pad, which I thought was interesting. I might try to sneakily buy a box if I can find them at Walgreens or Target, just to try them out. I doubt I could use them every day at school but they might be great for special occasions like school dances or date nights with my boyfriend, or maybe days when I have after school sports. But then maybe with all the physical activity they don't stick so well? Hahaha, sorry about all the questions and speculation! I just think those Butterfly things are a really good idea, I want to at least try them.
Well I think that's it for now! Happy pooping everyone! lol
Sofie
Bianca
Brother's Bathroom
Hey all of you! Our tub faucet has worsened from a drip to a stream, so I've been showering in my brother's bathroom. Btw, the tub in our bathroom is actually broken on hot and cold sides. Yesterday when I showered, the water made me want to pee. Feeling adventurous, I peed in the shower pan. The pee odor went away quickly, and I just made sure to rinse. My brother's bathroom is a half bath with the toilet on the left, and shower across from that. I've found the TP on the window sill. Peeing in the shower pan was more comfortable than the tub, too. To Tyler: if I had to pee in my pants on purpose due to a class schedule, I'd be adventurous as well. I'd hide a bottle against my privates, and try to pee into it. For pooping, I'd just sit in a plastic bag in the back of my underwear, and push as discretely as I could. Hope all is well. Bye.
Elvia
Response to Ada
I've never had anyone walk in just to do it, but I've had the toilet flushed while I was still seated. My kids loved doing that when they were little for some reason. Like you said, the splash really isn't a problem in modern bathrooms. The worst thing that can happen is the noise makes you jump if its one of those really loud public toilets.Victoria B.
To Mina, Hisae, Kazuko and Maho
Hey!
Thank you so much for your response. "Massage" on your Washlets in the green and beige rooms and "move" sound just like what we have. That pulse/massage setting will come in handy when I get constipated. The wand that shoots water up inside of you cleans itself automatically and on-demand and the remote control glows in the dark, which comes in handy when our bed and toilet are so close (Robyn has let me use the side closer to the ensuite since the first time we felt ready to go to bed together and it stayed the same when she moved in). We have the bidet setting and we'll try it but if it doesn't work out there will still be toilet paper to wipe with after a pee. There's also a dryer like you said. It can be adjusted through three different settings for the temperature of hot air and the volume and temperature of the water and of the seat are adjustable too, the controls are on the rear side of the remote. Are your seats heated?
Get ready to handle four of the other kind of heated seats, the ones you always sit on, because Robyn's very good at warming them ;-)
We love all of you so much!
Love,
Victoria!
Rosalynne
Flushing Frustrations & Other Things
Back when I was I think about 9 or 10, my babysitter Renee' predicted that I was going to be a "damaged" person because I was going to the bathroom away from home a lot and being traumatized by accidents and things. Adjustments about the stupid auto-flushers was one example. The newest wing of my middle school had them. The other toilets throughout the school didn't. My bladder was small, I guess, and I sat for a pee or poo 3 to 4 times a day. Sometimes more. The last thing I wanted to do was to be on a school bus being bounced around on rotten streets, sometimes hitting speed bumps too fast, or sometimes a curb while turning a corner and jumping a curb. The 27th St. one got the best of me one morning. Luckily I had brand new jeans on and the dark blue protected me from being seen. When I was on the toilet at school taking off my panties and throwing them away, I moved around too much and my underside got hosed down. After I had spent a few minutes and several mitts of toilet paper trying to dry myself. Renee was so, so smooth when she and I were together. She would walk right into a stall, drop her underwear just enough to clear the toilet, and immediately she started peeing away with a smile on her face and a sense of humor. She would carry on a conversation with me without interruption while I was sitting on a toilet next to her, slowly taking off toilet paper, and not moving my nervous legs at all because I feared getting sprayed from underneath me. It so scared me and I wasn't able to jump up soon enough to prevent from being sprayed. One Saturday morning at the park I had a huge crap 50% slowly sliding out when the really strong flush went off. It took Renee' and me probably 10 minutes to clean me after I had a mud-crap mess between my legs. I was so astounded that I almost fell off the seat. Renee' said there might have been a timer on the sensor, and since we were having an interesting conversation, that was what set off the flusher. After we rode farther into the park, at our next pit stop Renee' reached into her pocket and pulled off a yellow post-it note. She showed me carefully to lean over the stool, stick it over the red flashing sensor, and that worked for me great. No chance of me getting surprised splashed. Then a couple of weeks later when we had a snow day off school I was on the same toilet taking my almost normal crap in an unheated bathroom when this really immature boy from my class lobbed a hard snowball through the entrance it caught me you know where. Ouch! I cried and swore at him, but I guess he ran all the way home. When I got home for lunch I was still upset and mom walked in on me in the bathroom as I was looking at a huge, red blotch on my skin. It still hurt bad. She grounded me the rest of the day because I'm not supposed to use such toilets when she's not there with me. Mom wipes the seat down before I sit and she lines both sides of the seat with toilet paper before I get started. Kinda dumb, I know, but I've learned not to argue with her about such things.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Hi everyone,
To End Stall Em: good questions, basic if I have to poop now at school basically I will use the nurse bathroom cause it's open option so far, but I try to do very quick pees but if I know that just in case I don't want to rush things I would go to nurse bathroom and I been doing pretty good so far, sometimes I poop before school start if MayJ drops off somewhere to get something before school or I have a poop before bed.
Mina very impressed I want to get a Japanese loo soon I told my dad about it,
Quick story at church yesterday I went to the main floor bathroom took the end stall and pulled down my slacks past my knees and sat on the toilet started to pee and being to open my system for my poop but my mom texted me saying that church is going be letting out soon found out the pastor got word from the cdc has made our church as a good social distance place to show others in the area, I text her can I finish my poop just opened up for business, she said she ask the pastor wife can her husband by me sometime, so embarrassing to get the text back stating please don't stay longer than 15 minutes, so I just released my bottom and soft long shaped banana came out splash and I flushed closed my butt but I knew I had more but didn't have time so after 2 wipes on my butt I was done, and I wiped front to back . Pulled up my slacks and flushed went to wash my hands , seeing Dean coming out of the sanctuary and asked if I was okay I told him no , and he said come with him and we left the church. I finish up my the story later, school getting ready MLK weekWinnie
Winnie the Pooh
The continued story from Sunday: So Dean took me by the hands knowing that I didn't have long before my bowels will return so I run across the parking lot with him clenching my butt wearing my high heel boots, we make it up to a tourist building couple streets over thankfully no cars were coming and Dean soon as open up the door I dart passed him and get to the ladies bathroom and go to the 1st stall and hurry latches it and slam down the seat and doing a dance unbuttoned my slacks and unzipping them pushing them down to my ankles and quickly sitting on the toilet and my butt knew and 3 medium soft smooth stinkers fall out back to back to back and I pull up my slacks to my knees and sits back further on the toilet take a deep breath cause I was tried from the run and the andlrine ran off and I noticed no spots on my slacks so I looked up forgot to lock the stall good thing no one else was in here I been on full display so I call Dean and he enter in and I let go some more and I made it back to the church afterwards and that allBeige Loo (typist is Mina)
Promised Post : Message to Human Beings From Loo
My owners promised you this post from me. I am a loo and my name is Beige Loo. I live in a flat in a city in Japan (it's not Tokyo). I have four owners, their names are Hisae, Kazuko, Maho and Mina. They also own next door flat. My best friend live there. She is a loo like me and her name is Green Loo.
I and Green Loo can see each other, but only far away. Because we can't move from the little room where we live. But we can see through walls. Human can't do that.
I have some water in my throat, and I have a lot of water in my back, like camel. This water help me to swallow a food and drink which my four owners give to me with their love. I also have water in my thyroid gland which is near my back, I use that water to clean their bottom when they want me to clean it.
I love my four owners very much. Because every time that they open the door of my little room, they are smiling to me. I can feel that they love me. Off course I am smiling to them because I am happy to see them.
I know what they will do. Almost times, they sit on me and give me drink or food or both. I have only one arm, it go all round the rim of my body, and when they sit on me, I hug their nude bottom using my arm, with all my love. And I can feel vibrations of love from their bottom.
They sit on me some times in a day and usually give to me drink only, with a snack which they call paper, and which is pink and has pattern of flowers on it. The drink and the paper are delicious very much. I have super big appetite. Green Loo also like to eat and drink very much, and she hugs her owners with her one arm with strong love, same with me.
In a night, they don't come for very long time, so I can sleep. But when it is light, two of them come at once. And after that I can see all four of them sitting around table, and eating and drinking. Then two of them come into my little room, one sits on me, she gives me drink and then a hole appears in middle of her bottom and becomes to very big and she gives me big meal of food, sometimes it is three or four course meal but when it is too big and my throat is a crowded, her partner push button and the water in my back rush into my throat and help me to swallow big meal. Human word for this is "courtesy flush" Mina once said. She stands up when I do that and I admire her beautiful bottom. Partner also admire.
Then she sits down again and start to give me next course. My meals are very huge, but I have huge appetite so it's OK! While I am eating, I can see other owner sit on my friend Green Loo and give her huge meal in a same way. And after she sitting on me 10 or 15 minutes, her partner who squat beside of her (and me) push a button, and my thyroid water wash her beautiful bottom. Then partner dry her beautiful bottom with pink paper and give the paper to me. It is my dessert, and I swallow all, with help from water in my back. Green Loo does same things. Often partner then sits down and she also gives me huge meal while first meal provider squat by her and say sweet words.
Sometimes owner's bottom's hole opens, but no food comes, only noise and strong air. I breathe. It is nice feeling and I like. Sometimes noise is a very musical.
Sometimes all four come into my room, one sits on me and I hug her, one squat beside of her and me, other two are at door, they say warm things each other while the girl sitting on me gives food and then more food, and some air with noise and wonderful aroma. That time, usually all four sit on me long time so I am hugging their sweet bottom for one hour maybe. But it is happy time and I am never tired because I love them. Sometimes they do same thing with Green Loo, I watch them and I feel good to see their happy face and Green Loo's happy face.
Sometimes they come into my little room but they don't sit on me. They give me blue drink from bottle. Then they take cloth and wash me all over my body. Their touch is tender!! and they are always smiling, I can hear them say "we love you, beautiful loo!" in their heart. I love to be clean!! So I am happy when they wash. They also clean my room well. When there is a sun outside, they open window, so I can breathe a fresh air.
Sometimes when she is washing me, Hisae stops to wash, pulls down her jeans and panties, sits on me so I hug her, then she gives me huge brown meal with big speed and loud noise. Vibration from her bottom tells me that she is feeling wonderful. I am so happy! After she finish, she start to wash me again.
Sometimes I feel that Maho is having a trouble. She has to make big efforts. I hug her bottom harder. I try to send message to inside: "Come out! Maho is painful!" And trick works, finally her hole opens and brown meal comes out slowly, not three course, but one course in many many parts so take very long time, but at end Mho is relief, and I am relief too because I love her!!
My digestive system is very long, about 5 kilometres maybe. Small intestine join up with many other small intestine from all my friends. Large intestine go on and on, finally terminate in building which human call "sewage plant". My digestion finish there, but I never try to find out how.
I have many friends over all world. Loos can't speak English or Japanese or French or Swahili, even we understand very well when humans speak. We speak loo language. It is same in all the world. I have good friend in USA, she is Japanese but she emigrate. Her name is VR Loo, but she seems she has also nickname, crock pot with potato. Because her two beautiful owners, American women, one has name begin with V and other one has name begin with R. Like my four, they love very much and say sweet words each other, and admire beautiful beautiful bottom each other. We loos like to hear that very much. VR Loo tell me happy stories and I smile. VR Loo told me, loo in her flat before her exploded everywhere. That was scary story! VR Loo is very young.
I have message for all human being. We loos, we love you. We want to be helpful for you always. Please enjoy when you are sitting on us, or standing in front of us if you are man. We will send our vibes so your body does things what you wish it will do. We will eat everything what you want us to eat. So sit on us, or stand before of us, and feel comfy!! And please love us!!!
With love to everyone from Beige Loo, Green Loo, VR Loo and all loos in whole world.
Matthew
Front Wiping
I am intrigued by guys who wipe between their legs. I usually visit the toilet at work mid-morning. I always take the middle stall and I am amazed at the number of guys who wipe this way. I would guesstimate that it's around 30%. I can tell by the position of their feet and the shadows that show them spreading their legs and going in from the front. Some even lift up their genitals with their left hands as they wipe with their right hands (assuming they use their right hand, which most do). I wipe from the back, seated (as opposed to standing, which a significant number of guys also do, which I find strange, but that's another story). I've experimented wiping between my legs and it is very awkward. When I think I'm finished, I will then do a wipe from behind for the hell of it and I am by no means clean. There are a few guys who are "regulars" when I'm doing my business and they are front wipers. I'm always wondering if they have skidmark issues. Of course asking them would be a bizarre question indeed, so I guess I'll never know!
Jennifer
Delayed update
Hi, hope everyone has had a nice holiday!
I've been very stressed before the holidays. Just a lot to do with preparing for Christmas and everything and at work as well. On top of that Adams constipation didn't improve even with the fiber supplements for some reason. But he micro enemas seems to be very effective at least! I got one of those as a kid, but don't remember so much now. As soon as he picked them up from the pharmacy (he even tried to send me first, lol) he used one. He went in to the bathroom and then came and sat on the sofa. I told him it's probably wise to lay on his stomach instead... :)
After like 10 minutes I asked if it was working? And he was like "oh right", and went to the bathroom. After a minute or so I heard a large "flomp". I thought it was going to be like the Niagara falls in there, but apparently not. :-D That seems to have moved things along as he went to the bathroom several times that days and stayed there for a longer time.
I thought all was well and on the right track, but nope. He didn't say anything (of course), but I overheard his follow up remote video meeting with the doctor. He then mentioned he still had really hard and difficult poops despite the fiber supplements. If anything it was just more... stuff for him to get rid of now. But then he got a "stool softener" instead and that seemed to help better.
We also had a poop-related fight as he said I'm "obsessed" with pooping and his bowel habits and so on, that really hurt me. I don't think I'm obsessed or anything, just curious and and caring. It's important and interesting, am I right?!
Take care everyone! :)
LeeLee
To STEPHEN:
Hi Stephen I really enjoy your posts I have questions? Do you enjoy the sensation of poop coming out? What was your most desperate squatting pooping experience?
Thursday, January 13, 2022
Tricky
Re: Emma Two; cleaners in the bathroom while you're using it
I can relate to your story, many times over.
In middle school, the very first time I used a doorless stall in an emergency, I exploded diarrhea while the cleaning lady heard everything. That story is on Page 2875.
At the university I attended, in 2004 I got walked in on by a cleaning lady while I was using a urinal. She apologized and went back outside the Mens' room and waited.
From 2008 to 2018, I used to work at an office where I commonly got intruded upon by cleaning ladies opening the Mens' room door and asking if anyone was in there. I made a more detailed summary of these stories on Page 2880 titled "Poop at the Office".
Back in 2008, I once stopped at a truck stop during a road trip to take a massive dump. The stalls were only half-height, so I was exposed from the torso up as I sat on the toilet, and the stall only covered my mid-section. I proceeded to take a massive dump as other people came in and out of the room, some of them commenting on it. Long story short, I later got walked in on by the cleaning lady, who promptly apologized and walked out. She got to see my face through the mirror while I was pushing out a lunker while my pants were at my shoes, ankles exposed. I clogged the commode. That story is on Page 2875.
In 2008 I also once used a stall in a mall at closing time. Got walked in on by the cleaning lady, a 20-something brunette, who left and was waiting outside the Mens' room with the cleaning supplies when I exited 5 minutes later. She stifled a laugh as we saw each other, knowing what I just did.
In 2010, while taking a trip by bus, I had to take an emergency poop after it pulled into the station. A fat lady was cleaning the Mens' room and I couldn't hold it any longer. I ran in and asked her if I could use a stall and explained that it was a dire emergency, and she said yes. I barely made it to the toilet, and with another 10 seconds delay or so, I'd have soiled my pants for the remainder of the bus ride. I sounded like a boat motor sputtering to life and stalling out, repeatedly, and she was cleaning the room for the entire 10 minutes I was in there. To make matters worse, she ran a running commentary of my explosive farting noises and machine-gun plops. I finished, and after I flushed twice, the toilet bowl still looked like a Jackson Pollock exhibit, which she would have to clean. And she watched me exit the stall and take the walk of shame to the sink to wash my hands. I wasn't quite shameless at that time, so it was extremely embarrassing and I felt bad she would have to clean that up. But after seeing the splatterfest in the toilet, she said she would leave it for the next person to clean, since her shift was ending.
In 2012 I made the stupid mistake of taking a poop at a library near closing time. I didn't want to hold it while walking back to my apartment, and while it wasn't an outright emergency, the pressure on my sphincter was quite strong and I knew I'd be tempting fate and risk having to find some bushes or a back alley to drop trou. The female cleaner walked in on me mid-poop while I had a monster 2-foot log as thick as my forearm halfway out, and as she cleaned the room, she got to see my pants on the floor through the bottom of the stall while hearing all of the noises associated with pushing out that fetid morass. After she finished cleaning the rest of the Mens' room, I was still defecating, the brick working its way out millimeter by millimeter, loudly crackling, and she stood by the sinks in front of the stalls asking me to "pinch it off and hurry up", which given the size, thickness, and hardness of the turd, this just wasn't possible. When I bared down and pushed with everything I could, I ripped a loud, deep, fart that echoed about the room and seemingly made the walls shake. I could see her through the gap between the stall door and cubicle patiently waiting, but she had the courtesy at least to not look in. It took me another 3 minutes to get it out, and as it plopped into the water she said I needed to leave because she had to close the building out. She also heard me wipe, even if the job wasn't complete due to me rushing as the poop was very messy, and when I flushed, the turd was too big for the water to flush down. I flushed again. The water rushed around it and it wouldn't budge. Then again. Still there. I exited the stall and she went in and immediately made a snide remark questioning how something so large could come out of such a skinny kid. I was too embarrassed to respond back at first. As I was washing my hands, I apologized and asked if she had anything I could use to break it up and explained that I keep a coat hangar in my home bathroom for this purpose. She laughed at that comment then apologized about the embarrassing remark and said she'd take care of it since it was her job, and that she was sorry if her behavior came across as rude, explaining she was in a hurry to finish up for the night because she had to pick her kids up. She then mentioned she had two teenaged boys of her own and my unflushable toilet deposit was nothing she hadn't seen before. To make things extra awkward for me, I was in my late 20s at the time, but she didn't know any better because I could have passed for a 16 or 17 year old.
At a gas station, in 2013, I also got walked in on by a cute teenaged latina while using one of the urinals. The supply closet was in the Mens' room and she needed to get supplies. She said "Don't mind me." as she walked by me over to the supply closet, got what she needed, and then walked back out by the time I was washing my hands. She saw me again as I was making a purchase and smiled at me. After seeing me pee. Awkward.
Last year, I used a doorless stall at a park for an emergency defecation session. The previous day, I ate six 15oz cans of black beans in addition to my normal meals, and hadn't taken my morning or afternoon dump, and it was now evening. To me, that counts as being horribly bunged up, and now it wanted to waste no time to scat. If I didn't find this restroom, I'd have found some bushes, or a back alley, as I now had to go that badly. Normally I'd put my pants up to my upper legs after selecting the most private crapper when shitting in a doorless stall, but I honestly expected no one would come in since I appeared to be the only one at this park, so in my urgent need, I took the first stall and had my pants all the way down since it was the fastest means to get started. As I was farting out another forearm sized brick of crap with the first 8 inches or so coming out in 5 seconds, then slowing down dramatically as the pain increased, I got walked in on by the park maintenance crew, a middle aged black man and an old white lady. The old lady walked by me and saw me right as I was farting, saying "Don't mind us. We're just here to replace the tissue and put in some soap." She went to her supply cart, came back to me, handed me a roll of paper, and said "You're going to this." stifling back laughter, as I was sitting there with my ass and legs bare, pants on the floor, left hand pointing my private into the bowl as I was pissing, with a brick of crap hanging partway out my butt as throaty gusts of gas loudly blew passed it. Smiling, she then said "We'll wait for you to finish before we clean and leave you to it." They both waited outside to leave me alone to finish up in private. Sure enough, the toilet paper dispenser was empty. And it was an extremely messy movement, for which I would have been in quite a predicament without her being helpful. About 10 minutes later, I finished. My offering to the porcelain throne would not flush. It was too large, about the size of a large Pringles can. I washed my hands and exited. The two were waiting outside. I told them the toilet was clogged, without admitting I was the culprit. But they knew. She said "It's nothing we haven't seen before. We'll take care of it." Luckily, I had developed a sense of shamelessness by that point, and she was far from the first stranger to see me sitting on a toilet making rude noises while a log of crap was being pushed out of my butt, and far from the first to deal with a clogging caused by my digestive system. But she was probably the first person to see me use a doorless stall with my pants all the way down, as normally in such a scenario I put my pants to my upper legs to obtain as much privacy as possible.
MJ
To Abbie
Some fantastic stories and I'm amazed at how open you and your friends are….I suppose it's good to be that comfortable with each other. I have a few questions:
Did you have any Christmas constipation?
Are you the most constipated out of your friends?
What was the most constipated you've ever been?
To Tyler C
That is wild that you wet yourself a lot and get away with it. That no one notices your wet pants or a wet seat. I know you had a few poo accidents before, have you had the same bad luck with that as well? Or close calls?
Anna from Austria
@Stefanie You have a point for sure. In case of an medical emergency such doorless toilets are good because a person that needs helped can be spotted immediately. Although I still hope I can avoid using doorless trips durring my second trip state side doorless toilets are not the worst toilets I can imagine using.
I am not sure if these toilets still exist or not but I have heard that there are some squat toilets in rural part of china that do not have a door. Such type of toilets would offer zero privacy. Because people that would enter the restroom would really see everything. Even the poo coming out if they would enter the toilet at the wrong moment. At modern toilets without doors you coul at least sit a way that the privat parts are covered with is a great plus. Compared to squat toilet without door I would feel super comfortable to use a toilet without a door.
@ all I had an unpleasant train ride yesterday (Thursday) Due to covid the toilets were closed. Silly me did not know that and I bought a big cup coffee to go at the train station. During mid train ride the coffee kicked in and I had to go. To my despair I noticed that the toilets were closed. I had to hold my poo then for the next 15 min until I got to my destination. I was really lucky that it were just 15 min. I left the train and ran to the next ladies room. Luckily I know the layout of the station in the other town quite well. I made it in time but the toilet was in the process of getting cleaned. I said sorry to the cleaning personal (luckily it was all female) and just stormed into one stall without waiting for the replay. I did then my normal rather loud coffee poop while the cleaning personal was presented. When I was done flushed, left the stall, washed my hands and stormed out of the toilet without looking at the cleaning personal.
That was quite embarrasing. But could had been much worse. In case the coffee had kicked in earlier I might have poed my pants. It was almost a miracle that I could hold it for about 15 minutes.
That's my story for today
Greetings from Austria
Anna#LeaveTheDoorOpen_Challenge
Go pee/poop with the door open to see how your family/friends/coworkers/roommates react!
Make it go viral on Tiktok!
LololololololEnd Stall Em
Replies
Winnie:
I sympathize with your changing bathroom experiences.
I find those new school bathroom procedures to be perplexing. Pulling off toilet paper from a teacher-held roll at the entrance to the bathroom. My aunt formerly taught high school and had to give up a passing period each day on Potty Patrol in a bathroom. She had to deter smoking and some confrontations that could have led to fights.
Question. What do you do if you take more TP than you eventually will use to wipe with? What do you do if you sit to pee and then at the last minute poo some? How do you get the extra TP needed?
Hannah:
Yes, the communal bathrooms at my college were a good challenge for me when I made the transition from a large high school to college. Then I had a second surprise. My floor of the dorm's bathrooms were co-ed! I remember many times occupying a cubicle and in the next one hearing a person come in, stand in front of it, and piss into the toilet. I was always paying attention to how many would just open up and piss away. Meanwhile, I would just quietly sit and think 'You dumb @uck! Lift the seat!' When I would tell my boyfriend Spencer about that he would think it was hilarious. No soul, I guess.
Tyler C
Reply to Hannah
I'm glad to see your back. I too have had a bit of a wet semester myself. I've posted before about the one semester I had a couple years ago where my classes were all back to back across different parts of campus requiring me to skip bathroom breaks and instead take care of such matters in my own underwear. Well, this most recent semester was all too familiar in that regard. I've tried in semesters since to avoid such a tight schedule, but alas, this was the only way to fit in all my required classes.
I actually don't live on campus like you, so my commute to school in the morning was another stretch of time that I couldn't use a proper bathroom. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, there was about a six hour long period where using a toilet wasn't an option for me. Luckily, I knew of another option. Whenever I can't use the bathroom, I just turn my pants into a bathroom. It's a little skill I've picked up from my few years surviving college, and it works like a charm pretty much every time. I wear black pants like you and I always do it between classes. I also spray some air freshener on my crotch when I eventually get to my car. I don't know if anyone has really smelled me though. I usually sit toward the back of class during my last class of the day to reduce the chances of people smelling my freshly made pee pee. I usually wet myself just before that class, but sometimes it would happen earlier in the day. There were a couple times that I just decided to get it over with early in the day like just after my first class.
This semester was a little different than the one a couple years ago because I got a part-time job at a doughnut store. Usually, I don't schedule my shifts on Tuesdays and Thursdays because I'm burnt out from the six hour block of classes, but there were some days that I had to, and it's always kind of weird to walk into work with soaking wet pants. No one seems to notice though, plus I put on an apron when I get there, so even if the black pants did show anything, which they really don't, the apron covers my crotch anyway. At my job, I can use the bathroom as long as there's two people working and there's no costumers, so luckily, I've never had to go tinkle in my pants at work yet as it's never too busy That would be quite the mess I'd be made to mop up.
I know there are people who had crazier schedules than mine, so there's no way I'm the only one who does this, intentionally or not.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Hi everyone just wanted to share a story with you all before school today MayJ came picked me up before school cause Dean had basketball practice and I was going to meet up with after practice all three of us dinner at MayJ house. So on with the story or two lol, I went to the bathroom before the bell rang and I get there and took a stall latched it and pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down to my thighs and sat on the toilet and peed , I pooped the night before before bed nothing interesting.just my normal everything off and hit the shower after wiping and flush wash my hands, and took shower and dressed for bed . So after school I was straight starving. So make it over to MayJ I take off my crocs and socks she always has super soft carpet clean it feels so good to walk barefoot so while waiting on Dean, we watch Peacock sitting next to each other I placed my feet in my lap and she asked me was I comfy , yup very, good she said and she placed her feet in her lap we started to giggle, , 15 minutes later Dean came and I answered the door he was smiling cause I was barefoot and I told him behave and I went back to the living room while Dean took off his shoes. MayJ called out to her mom and let her know that we wanted something to eat and drink and so her mom brought us bottles of water and finger food wings and meatballs. Dean ask MayJ can he rub her feet too , I told him no only mine MayJ giggle and said he can kiss hers if he like, I giggle and said no ,he said Winnie can he suck my toes MayJ said no we all three start laughing. So after awhile after dinner we were full and I let out this huge fart and MayJ said Winnie bathroom now, I nod maybe giggle, she said can't take any chances try now, I said okay and I get off the sofa head to the bathroom and she follows and tell Dean stay and we made it to the bathroom and and I hike up my skirt and she pulls down my panties for me to my ankles and I sit down on the toilet she sits down on the floor facing me and take off my panties from my ankles and she asks how far have I got with Dean, I said just made out but he did kiss me there and she said well did I like it I said it was different but I don't know what to do as my whole began to open and feeling they dropping below she said that I should try spice things up after few minutes I was done wiped and and asked for my panties back she told me, I have to try and she took off her panties from her skirt and pee over my stinks and we washed our hands and we walked out to join Dean without any panties on and to see if he noticed. And he whispered in my ear that he noticed that my panty liner is not showing anymore and I said I know and he said is that a invite, I took him by the hand and placed it in my thighs he smiled and said okay and I took a blanket and wrapped it around my legs and lifted up and sat next to MayJ and he lowered his head in my lap and I held MayJ hand while was smiling at my reaction of each moment let just say that it was a experience I never forget and he promised that hopefully something warm comes out next time
Mina Maho Hisae Kazuko
Japanese-style washlet
Sorry sweet Victoria and sweet Robyn, we kept you waiting. Come to Japan and smack our bottoms well.
Your washlet is similar to our one, but actually all washlets are bit different, so difficult to give you exact advice. We think "pulsating" is same with "massage" in Japanese washlet, it means water go into your beautiful bottom's hole with force, and it is useful if you are a constipation. Maho sometimes uses it.
We think "oscillating" means the Japanese "move". Water moves around the hole of your bottom, so good for cleaning. But our washlets don't have this function, so we move our bottom by ourselves.
If you are a haemorrhoid the full strength water will be painful, so it is need to make weaker.
We don't use bidet function (it is for woman only) very much. If we use, we make jet of water weak. But maybe you like to use. We know proverb, meat for one woman is poison for other woman.
Do you have a drying function? Now most washlets in Japan don't have, we also don't have but in before washlet of green loo, we had, but it didn't work so well.
If you use hot water of washlet long time, it might change to cold water.
We are sorry our advice is not so good.
Dear Stefanie: We also think toilet with no door is not so bad. Everybody need to use toilet. We don't lock door when we eat, so why we lock door when we use toilet? and you are very right about drug girl. Toilet can be place when we die. Mina heard king of England died on toilet after his breakfast. Later his daughter found him. Mina don't remember king's name. But it was long time ago. She heard when she living in Wales.
Winnie is right very much, sexual fantasy about toilet is very pants. We turn on, of course, but we turn on in many other places too! Fantasy is fantasy and reality is reality. (Actually when we -- Kazuko Mina Maho Hisae -- look at our crushes, we turn on everywhere, not only when they are on loo.) I never do fantasy if I go to loo in department store and one door is closed and there is strong smell. Of course woman behind the door is doing motions, that is purpose of loo! I only think, I hope woman in loo is doing good motion and feel comfy.
Love to everyone. Many kisses. (On this site, there is no corona in kiss.)
Kazuko Hisae Maho MinaCatherine
Thanksgiving Story (Finally)
Hi Friends!
I feel really bad that I cannot contribute regularly, even though I am regular! With a wide-open four-year-old boy, in addition to teenage daughters and a full-time job, I stay pretty busy.
I see so many new names and I find it difficult to keep up with everyone, but I really enjoy your posts!
I promised to share a Thanksgiving story and I want to go ahead with that now. Before Halloween, my parents shared with me that they plan to sell their house that they had lived in since I was ten years old. They are in their early seventies and they have decided to downsize. If you remember, I lived there before marrying Alan, after I had my breakdown and moved home. That's been over ten years ago!
So, my parents asked if we could celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas together at the house one last time. Alan's parents were so great. They said that they would have a brunch for us this year on Thanksgiving morning and we could spend the evening with my family, eating a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.
So we did that. Now that morning I had a really satisfying doodie as I was getting ready. It was about 12 inches long and an inch and a half in diameter - a pretty productive movement for me.
But we ate so much that day.
By the time we finished dinner with my family, I was stuffed. I knew that my eveing poop would be coming soon and that it would be pretty substantial. We sat in the family room and went through old photo albums of some of our favorite memories. The girls were really interested, as they had never seen pictures of me as a young girl. I was a big girl when I was young, so I don't keep many childhood pictures. But I've gotten over that and was glad that they enjoyed the albums.
Then it was time to go to the bathroom. My stomach was crampy from all the food that I had eaten and I could feel that familiar pounding at my back door. I looked to Alan and my family and asked to be excused. Then, I heard little Joey (not his real name) exclaim, "Mommy, I have to doodie!"
My heart sank. I needed to go so bad. Alan looked at me and I said, "It's OK, I'll take him." So we went upstairs to my suite that I paid to have made out of two bedrooms when I lived there. It was still the same as the day I left it. Joey sat down on the toilet and did his thing. It was a lot! Joey definitely takes after my DNA, including his ability to produce a huge amount of poop!
As he sat, I was outside the bathroom feeling like I would explode in my panties. I had to go so bad now and hearing Joey have a massive poop only encouraged my bowels to want to release. Finally, I asked Joey if he was finished. He said yes and asked if I could help him wipe. I did so and asked if he could make it back downstairs.
He said he wasn't going without me. I told him that I had to go too and I would be a while. He said he would wait. So. I pulled up my dress and dropped my leggings and sat down.
I don't know if I can really describe the bowel movement. But it started firm but soft and then began to cascade in a lot of smaller but thick pieces and then ended with a big fart. Joey giggled. He said through the door that I really had a big doodie! I acknowledged this and sat for a bit. I began to pee alot, then pushed out a little more poop. The bathroom already smelled after Joey and now it reaked.
I cleaned up, flushed and washed my hands.
As we came downstairs and re-entered the family room, Joey exlaimed, "Mommy and I did really big doodies!" Everyone erupted with laughter, though I was embarrassed!
I hope you all are well!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Ada
Answer to a question
I was reading though past Posts and for the life of me I can't find the posters name but if you're still on this forum I hope you read this.
Your question was: has anyone ever walked in on you and flushed the toilet on your Bum on purpose to get your butt wet?
And that you felt alone and was hoping others had also experinced this.
You are not alone!!!!
It's happened a few times to me actually.
One time when I was little mum would wait outside the bathroom until I was ready for her to wipe my bum, I called out "ready" and she wiped my Bum and I was about to get up off the seat when she said no sit back down I'm not finished yet and I kinda waited a sec and then I heard the toilet flush and I felt the water furiously splash up into my butt , mind you this was back in the late 70's when there was no such thing as water saving toilets those toilets where big , loud and the flush was very splashy and seemed to flush for at least 40-50 seconds. As the water was flushing I looked up at her and she giggled and asked if I liked it I was so embarrassed I think I didn't even answer her.
I think she must of told family and friends about it because over the course of the next few weeks my aunty walked in on me when I was at her house playing with my cousins. I was on the toilet upstairs next to the room where us kids where playing and she opened the door and left it open so potentially all of my cousins could of seen but luckily they didn't and she flushed the toilet on my bum she laughed as it was happening and when it was finished she said don't dry up just pull up your bike shorts which is what I was wearing and of course because how wett my bum had gotten it soaked through and it was noticbly wett in the crack area I tried to sit and not move untill it dried so my cousins wouldn't notice.
Over the next few months mum had done it randomly several more time and my aunty on two other occasions.
Now I'm a grown woman I actually sometimes flush while I'm sitting but the toilets these days don't really splash up at all so it's fine and the fact that I'm doing it is completely different to someone else walking in on you and laughing at you.
I only ever really told my best friend about it and funny enough she was like oh me too! But she liked it her and her sister would do it to each other sometimes several times a day !!! She thought it was fun and the water felt good up her bum lol each to their own but you are defy not alone.
I hope others on this forum open up as show support I think there must be others out there that could share their experience!!!
Maybe it was a novelty back in those days I don't know but know with automatic flush toilets and courtesy flushes it's quite the norm to have your bottom flushed on but if you cringe at how wett you get from a auto toilet it's a meer sprinkle compared to the toilets in the 70's sitting on one of those was basically how I would describe as facing your bare bottom to the ocean and the waves of water would just keep lapping 🤣Abbie
Reply to Sofie
Hi everyone, just a quick reply as I don't have much time today.
Sofie- Many thanks for your reply- your experiences in school sound really similar to mine back when I was still at school, like you said if I didn't get chance to go for a poo at lunch there was a very good chance that my poo would be poking out in my pants by the end of the day and making them dirty just like you described, and even if I was successful in using the loo in lunch break I would get skids anyway because the school toilet paper was so horrible I made a rubbish job of wiping. If I had sports last lesson it made it a lot harder to hold it in like you said as well. I've heard the term prairie dogging on this site so I know what it means but its not something we say in England. Also I was so sorry to hear you got disturbed at school by the cleaner when you were in the middle of having a poo, that must have been really embarrassing and I think I would have done exactly the same in your position. I remember once when I was on the loo at school the fire alarm went off when I was half way through pushing out a massive hard turd, I almost stayed where I was but was worried someone would check the loos and realise I was in the middle of a poo so I broke it off and went out, luckily it was a hard one so my pants didn't get too dirty and we weren't outside for long so I was able to go back on the loo and finish off before the end of lunchtime. I was wondering how often you need a poo at school, I was unlucky because my normal time for wanting a poo used to be mid morning, so the urge would always come on in class and I'd have to hold it until lunch, the problem was I didn't always get time to go on the loo and holding it in would make me constipated. At least it sounds like there are some more private toilets you can use if you need a poo at school and your constipated- that is until a cleaner comes in I guess! Finally I also loved your recent story about your trip to the cinema when your friend Jess was desperate for a poo, it was bad that she ended up almost pooing her pants. I'm sure she was grateful that you were such a good friend and lent her some clean underwear, I have done that too before in similar situations for some of my friends. Sorry also that even though you needed a poo at the same time it took you another 2 days to finally have it, I know if I end up holding it in its often a massive struggle when I eventually get to go.
I look forward to hearing about that when you've got a moment and also any other stories you could share. Bye for now, Abbie.
James
Classroom accident
I realised that I never posted about what I think was the last time I ever messed my pants whilst sitting in class. It was notable because it was also just about the only time I think I had an accident because I wasn't allowed to leave the classroom, other than in exams. This happened in Year 5, when I was ten, and we had a teacher that year who was within a year of retirement and had a reputation for being extremely strict. She was much more old-fashioned than any of the other teachers, and looking back I suspect she must have felt she had been stranded on the shore by the changing tides of teaching. She was certainly the only teacher I ever had who would tell people they couldn't go to the toilet purely because she thought it smacked of poor discipline.
One lunchtime, I'd started to get a bit of a stomach ache after finishing eating, and I was worried that I might be coming down with a diarrhoea bug that had been going around the class. However, other than the vague ache low down in my belly, and feeling a bit bloated, I didn't feel I needed to go. Just before the bell went, I did feel a bit of pressure, and I was worried enough that I decided to actually go to the toilet at school. However, after sitting down I just did some loud and rather booming farts, with no poo at all. The pressure and bloated feeling had gone (although the mild ache remained), and as the bell went I washed my hands and returned to class.
We were doing some silent reading comprehension in that lesson, which was something I enjoyed, and I was able to forget about my bowels for a while. However, about quarter of an hour later, I suddenly felt a strong pressure in my bum, and it started to get even worse. I waited a few minutes, hoping it would ease off, but I soon felt like I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. It felt like it could be more gas, but I wasn't sure enough to risk pushing it out. After an internal battle between feeling shy about putting my hand up and worrying about dirtying my pants, I tentatively raised my hand, and asked if I could be excused. However, the teacher said "No, you should have gone at lunch! Don't disturb everyone else's work". I said "But miss, I didn't need to go before", and she replied "Well, that's no-one's fault but your own - it's only fifteen minutes until break, and you can go then". I almost pleaded - "Please miss, let me go, I'll be really quick", but she was having none of it - "You're in junior school, not the infants, so you can wait for break like everyone else - now stop disturbing the class's quiet time".
I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me - everyone in the room now knew that I needed the loo (which was one of the things that made me embarrassed to ask), and also that I'd been told off. I tried to concentrate on my work, and on holding my bum closed, but the pressure was building up more and more and I felt bloated as if I might pop like a balloon. I realised in a rather resigned way that I wasn't going to last until the bell went without at the very least letting some gas out, and I wasn't sure what to do - it might just be gas, and if I let out a huge fart whilst trying to keep it in it would probably be very loud, especially in a quiet classroom. I decided that the least worst option was to fart as quietly as possible, and so I discretely adjusted the way I was sitting to spread my bum-cheeks apart and tried to relax my bum just enough to let any gas out, and nothing else.
Unfortunately, instead of gas, a huge wave of runny, mushy poo started to flow out. I tried to clamp down but it was like Canute trying to hold back the tide, and within seconds I could feel warm, wet poo spreading both backwards and forwards through my underwear - it flowed under my crotch and around my bits at the front, and up towards the waistband of my pants at the back, but fortunately nothing escaped. I've written before about how the sensations of having an accident didn't usually bother me, and if this had happened on the way home I would have at least been able to notice the soft, warm feeling of doing such a big poo in my pants, along with the pleasant sense of relief, but instead I was mostly panicking about how to sort myself out without anyone finding out what I'd done.
A few of the kids near me were giving me strange looks, and I knew they must be able to smell me - it wasn't the strongest smelling poo but it was hard to miss. I think they mostly thought I must have farted, but I knew that the longer I sat there without the smell going away, the more people were going to realise what I'd done (my best friend had figured it out, as he told me the following year during our theme park poo disaster, but he didn't say anything at the time). Luckily, my trousers were dark brown cords, which wouldn't show anything.
A few minutes later, the bell went for afternoon break, and I waited until most of the other kids had left before getting up and making my way quickly back to the toilets, where I gingerly lowered my trousers and then tried to survey my pants without lowering them. The school loos had gaps under the doors, so I didn't want to take my trousers off altogether so that I could take off my pants - if I did it would be obvious to anyone else that came in what I was doing. Instead, I tried to scoop out some of the poo with a wad of toilet paper, but I could tell I was going to end up with some of it dripping off onto my trousers as it had a wet slurry-like consistency. I thought about reporting to the first aid office, but that idea was also too embarrassing. In the end I tried to wipe as much as possible away from the leg-holes of my pants and tried to squish it around the inside of my underwear in a way that would even it out so that I could avoid any escaping into my trousers. I didn't need to do any more poo at that point.
The final lesson was crafting, and luckily we went to a different part of the school where we had a large room in which everyone was spread out - I took a seat at the back near an open window. Unfortunately, half-way through the lesson I needed to go again, and because it was the same teacher I didn't even try to ask - I knew she'd tell me off for "not having gone" at break. In the end I just gave up and let the poo out , although by that point it was only a few minutes until the bell went for the end of school. The poo mostly flowed both forward and backward in my pants, and made everything warm again (which at least felt better than if I'd had to sit in it so long it went cold and clammy). Clean-up, once I got home, was fairly horrible - I tried my best but my mum realised something was wrong when I hadn't come out of the loo for half an hour, and came in and found my pants in the bath, coated in runny poo, whilst I had used two whole rolls of toilet paper trying to clean myself up (with limited success). She didn't tell me off, but it was still very embarrassing. I had another couple of days of rushing to the toilet to do very loose mush before I got better.
I'm not sure whether the teacher figured out that I'd had an accident - she must have at least considered it. I'll never know whether she didn't say anything because to do so would have meant admitting that she was wrong not to let me be excused earlier on, or because she wasn't sure what to do about the situation. With hindsight, I think she was someone who wanted to be able to empathise with kids but really struggled to do so naturally, and had instead become very strict as a way of compensating, and I'm not sure the role of "strict teacher" sat well with her. She retired about a year later.
The thing I always found strange about this was the idea that anyone would think a kid could do a poo in advance - like you could go to the loo and get your poo to come out half an hour early through some kind of superhuman mental discipline. Yes, there might have been the occasional situation where a kid didn't bother going to the toilet when they knew they needed it so they could get out of the classroom for an extra five minutes later, but this can't have been as common as kids only feeling the urge half-way through the lesson but then needing to go urgently. To be fair, this particular teacher was already well out of step with the way her colleagues dealt with situations like this even in the nineties, so I guess this kind of thing has now been consigned to history. Did anyone else have this sort of experience with teachers growing up? Are there any teachers out there who can comment?Abner
Running and pooping
So I have wanted to poop outside for some time. However given that I live in an urban location there are little chances and given that nearly all wooded areas either border houses or are have a great deal of visitors. See, I am pretty modest about my bowel movements and I have rarely given myself the chance to poop outside in the open. However,today I was preparing myself to go for a run and I realized at the time that I would need to poop soon anyway. At that moment I decided that I could kill two birds with one stone. Then I begun to think of places I could drop my load and one location in particular stood out to me for the privacy it could offer. See my selection was also lowered because it was winter and there was little to no cover. However about 2mi north of where I lived was an office park upon a hill with a road at the hill's bottom. I was pretty sure this was a large enough area of woods that I could take my dump in modest peace. Also, the I hoped my intended run to this wooded area would help to loosen my bowels as I ran to the wooded location. So I put on my running gear and set off towards the wooded locale. The run was nervous as I mentally prepared myself for my act and I could feel both my need to defecate and urinate. It was a tough run through the snowy sidewalks of my neighborhood until I reached the woods where I would go. So then I arrived at the wooded local and entered the woods. The woods were covered in snow and steep. I begun the climb up the hill looking for a location that I could defecate without anyone from the road below spotting me. The woods had several trees and I pushed myself up the hill, away from the road, and also spotted some deer poop on the way. Eventually I saw a large tree and I knew that would be a place I could poop modestly away from the road. I saw a good location in the snowy ground in between the large tree and a fallen tree just next to it. I looked around and saw I was pretty covered from anyone up or down the hill from me. I decided that this would be the place and I knew I would not find a better location that fit my criteria.
I prepared my location first clearing away some of the snow from the area. Then I went and cleared away the leaf litter from the area, exposing the bare dirt. The dirt below was loose and was surprisingly easy to dig through as I created a hole to go into. A few scoops of dirt later and I had created the hole with all of the dirt and leaf litter piled up next to the hole. At this time I begun to pull down my bottoms with my shorts, leggings, and undies all collecting at my knees. I then positioned my body away from the dirt pile I created and squatted down. I was very nervous to do this and I made sure that my pee stream was directed downward in a stream that would not wet my clothing yet yellowed the snow in front of me. At the same time I pushed my rectum so that I could do what I had traveled so deep into the woods to do. The poop did not leave me easily and I needed push it out. My poop was pushed out thereafter and I was releved but my mind quickly shifted to dealing with how I would wipe my anus. first I settled on some leaves that I had uncovered but quickly realized that they were not very effective. Then, I realized that snow could do the deed and I quickly created a snowball and used that to wipe myself. The snowball was promptly soiled after some wipes and I then placed the snowball into the hole and checked below to see where the snowball landed. To my surprise and confirmed when I came out of my squat, I saw my poop. At the time, my poop was steaming in cold air and I saw that the poop had landed not in the hole I created but right behind it on the side of the dirt pile I created. The poop consisted of two small pieces of poop (about a 3 on the bristol scale) which was normal for me and also explainable as I did not go when I 100% needed to go. Nevertheless I was done with my deed and ready to cover up the evidence and I pushed in the whole pile, my steaming poop landing in the hole first. With the filling of the hole disturbing the air I got the first waft of the poop that I created and I was honestly a conventionally shit smell and not at all one of the worst to my nose. I then went to some nearby snow and made sure to clean my hands which it did rather completly. I then went up the hill which was honestly harder than before and ran back home. The feeling of exaustion running back was canceled out by the satisfaction of releiving myself.