Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Hey people just wanted to say that I took this delightful poop today at school during class it was so satisfying that I didn't want to get up but just sit in awe of it. So after class let out before my 6th period class began, I knew that I needed to be on the toilet cause I had a good lunch and breakfast was ready to come out of me. So I went to bathroom and hooked my backpack after I took it off and lowered the seat and pulled down my pants and panties to my ankles and placed my butt on the seat and sat all the way back and placed my hands on my lap knowing that I was about to let loose and I peed a good stream and I felt my anus open up and some crackling poop sounds and with gently pushing I felt few splash's feeling amazing I reached down to take out my phone and see I been on the toilet for 3 minutes already so I really felt good so my anus opened up again this time it felt like few longer wide ones were coming so open my legs wide and feeling wonderfully and I flushed the toilet and got some toilet paper to wipe while sitting there so afterwards I just sat there felt amazing and I see I was on the toilet now for 15 minutes knowing that I was late and I finally got up from the toilet and pulled up my pants and panties and got my back pack on excited the stall and washed my hands and headed to class on my way there I seen my new boyfriend leaving out of class he asked what happened to me he was waiting for me after class and I told him that I had a amazing boo-boo he said lucky and placed his hands on back of my pants and smiled and I said where you going he said yeah he got to go do it I smiled and kiss each other and I dipped into class and while in class I felt so empowering like a whole weight lifted lol . Thanks for reading this, till next time great stories everyone by the way
William the Bean
Very interesting poop last night
Hey all,it's been a good while since I've posted on here,can't remember my name so I'll just use William the Bean from now on. So last night I was hanging out with my friend and we had eaten from a local restaurant close to their house,amazing food and tasted so good. Well about an hour after we had finished eating we was watching tv at her house when I really needed to take a poop. I asked where the bathroom was since it was only my third time there and she told me where it was. Now comes the interesting part,she told me no door was there,just a curtain. I debated about holding it but I had to poop so I head to the bathroom. Her mom was also there and the bathroom is right there next to her mom's room. Her mom was in the room and I was in the bathroom. I move the curtain,close the curtain and turn around facing away from the toilet. I drop my pants and underwear to my feet and sit,trying to poop quietly as not to disturb people. A fairly big piece of poop came out,I waited and was joined by a cat,I wiped a few times,flushed and went back keeping my friend company.
Michael W.
Music for Pooping
Hello Everyone.
I am back and just wanted to post something. I've been busy working on an illustrating project and I hope to have it done. So today I wanted to share with you something I have tried out of curiosity. So the other day I went to the bathroom over by the kitchen for a poo and I have not pooped much in the last couple of days. I locked the door, unzipped my fly, and pulled my blue jeans and boxers down to my ankles as I sat on the toilet. And then I pulled out my phone and went to my YouTube account. And then I clicked on the search bar and I typed in "Music for Pooping." So the video started playing and I could hear was sound frequency and running water. So as I sat there on the toilet I relaxed and I did not want to force it. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. Breathed in through my nose and out of my mouth. I knew I had to poop but I didn't know it was going to be a load. My socked toes dug into the rug by the toilet as I gently pushed some poop out of my butt. And I did fart several times too. I really enjoyed my time in the bathroom. After 25 minutes had passed I was done. I wiped my butt with toilet paper, pulled up my pants, washed my hands, and flushed the toilet as I left the bathroom feeling happy after taking a poop. And then I made myself a turkey sandwich with spinach, cheese, banana peppers, mayonnaise, and mustard and I enjoyed eating it.
And that was my story. I hope you enjoyed reading it. For those of you who have not tried the "Music for Pooping" video, please try it. It really helps. And Happy Pooping to Everyone.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Yesterday was a great day, got up early knowing that my godfather was going take me out on his plane cause I never been on one before I was so geeked about it. So I ate breakfast at balance meal , got bath and pass gas in the water thought I might need to poop, so I got out of the tub and sat down on the toilet soaking wet, passed some more gas and my hole open up and some slither of poop slides out and I was done. So I wiped my booty and got back in the tub cleaned myself and cleaned up my butt with a wash cloth last. So afterwards I got ready rinse off and dried myself off and got dressed in my room. Got ready and I got to fly
Carin
Toilet innovations
My friend Richelle and I stopped at a bar yesterday after we took a really tough exam. This was also a birthday present for her because she had just turned 21. Lets put it this way--she learned the meaning of "what goes in must come out," and in a couple of different ways.
This was a really old bar building. One open toilet, with a sink next to it and a trash can that was as big as the toilet. Richelle downed about a half pitcher, looked toward the bathroom door, and started to look weird. Like "What am I gonna do?" when she saw a line of about 5 ladies waiting.
I told her she better get in the line because she didn't have an exceptionally large bladder. When we're in the dorm studying and drinking coffee, she's on the toilet at least once an hour. I told her the door to the guys room was ajar and she could probably sneak in there. She said she didn't like sitting in all their piss because they're too lazy to put up the seat. I suggested she walk out into the service alley by the loading door and do a squat piss. It was almost fully dark and there were few people out there. She came back with a verbal tirade about prom night. Yes, she's not very coordinated. I remembered her in high heels, lifting her dress up and she stumbled backward before her piss started. We were in an auxiliary parking lot of the school and her heel stuck in a concrete break and she fell onto her back. A car of guys with their brights on and one guy with a laser made sure she regretted her decision. After the others left, I drove Richelle into a neighborhood and sat her on a storm drain curb where she did a pretty decent piss. She complained all the way through, however, about how the concrete was tearing up the skin on her butt. I thought about leaving her, but she had always been a pretty good friend.
Back at the bar, I did talk Richelle into getting into the toilet line. After a couple of minutes I noticed she wasn't there and then the guys door opened and she came out. A couple of other ladies I guess liked the idea because they hurried in when Richelle vacated it.
A few minutes later it was my turn. Luckily the ladies was vacant and I helped myself to a really warm seat. Some of the graffiti on the inside of the door was interesting and I pissed so fast that the bowl was in bubbles. For some reason I saw that as a very impressive accomplishment that I told Richelle about. Then about 30 minutes later my 3-day shit was ready, but another line was forming. So I ducked into the guys room and instantly filled 3/4 of the toilet. Nice and soft. But there was no toilet paper left on the wall container. I texted Richelle and she said she would bring me some kleenex from her purse.
Then she started to f##k with me. Like standing in front of me with the door almost 1/3 of the way open and my sitting and being exposed to two or three tables nearby. Finally she threw it at me and I caught it just as it was going to land in the water between my legs. I used it all and clogged the toilet. Me and Richelle decided to leave. Back in the dorm she stayed in my room and woke me up 3 or 4 times when she was stumbling around to go down the hall to the bathroom to pee. I was thinking about giving her some my my sleeping pills to keep her down. Then I remembered a couple of times in high school when she stayed over and peed in my bed. For the longest time, I think mom suspected it was me.
Thunder
Thanks Kristi
Thanks for your reply regarding the bidet. I am about to try for funding for my bidet application.
I have a disability that fluctuates and sometimes I have difficulty wiping my bottom. I wear pull ups to help with this. Of course I have constipation issues and the jet spray may help or at least make things a bit more pleasant.
when and if I get my bidet I will keep you updated.
Anna from Austria
@LC I am glad you enjoyed my story.
And yes alcohol always messes a bit with stomache. It is not uncommon for me that drinking leads to pooping season of mine.
greetings from Austria
AnnaSTREAKS
Airport Poop
About 10 years ago my wife and I were preparing to fly home from Florida. We were through security and had about a 30 minute wait for the flight to board. We had a snack at a small cafe. After finishing the food, she said, "I need to go potty before we board the plane." I told her I would stay behind with our luggage. She said, "I don't want to go with people sitting in the stalls next to me. That's weird." At first, I didn't understand because she uses public bathrooms all the time. Then it hit me; She needed to poop. I spotted a family bathroom nearby. I said, "Lets just use that one. Since we are family, we are not breaking any rules. We'll just take our luggage in with us. She was quick to agree to my plan.
We entered the small bathroom. It had one one toilet and one sink. Very small. Very basic. As I was locking the door, she was pulling down her pants. She peed for a minute. Then a slow steady E-flat fart filed the room with sound. She said, "Stand in front of that door. I don't want anyone coming in here while I'm pooping." I assured her the door was locked. She said, "Stand in front of it anyway. I need to feel safe or it won't come out." I stood in front of the door. At only 4 feet away from my wife as she pooped, my heart was racing.
She continued to sit there looking straight ahead with a blank stare. I tried to make small talk. I was yammering about needing to mow the grass when we get home. "I can't talk to you right now! I'm trying to squeeze!" she exclaimed. I shut my trap and opened my ears. She looked amazing. Imagine Reese Witherspoon on the toilet. My wife looks like her.
Once the movement hit the point of no return, she looked away which she often does. For some reason, when the first turd is coming out, she leans way back. Once it hits the water, then she goes forward with elbows on her knees. I have never understood this. This time was no exception. She very suddenly sat up straight with her back arched and the crackle sound began. It came out slowly over 10 seconds and hit the water with a loud splash. She then leaned forward to do the rest. Several plops about 5 seconds apart. The room was filling with her poop smell. It always smells like a faint skunk smell. Just like when you are driving and your suddenly realize you can smell a skunk...Same thing. She rolled off some paper and almost wiped, then she stopped. She apparently realized there was more. That's my favorite part. The last turd grunt. She gripped the paper tightly and made a grunt sound followed by a tiny plop.
She began to wipe inspecting as she went. I could clearly see the dirty paper. She flushed while seated which she often does if I'm in the room. She does NOT want me to see the poop...ever. Once she finished, I peed which was tough to do considering my level of excitement at the moment. We finished and left. My memory of the Florida poop remains quite vivid to this day. It really makes my day when she poops in front of me.Veronica
Lately I've been inviting Carl in the bathroom to watch me pee. He enjoys it as much as I love watching him poop. Today after work he had to shit but wanted to see how long he could hold it. I thought it was a great idea. We sat on the couch watching tv when I heard his stomach rumbling, I put my hand on it and started to massage it. "Babe that's gonna have to make me go more" he laughed removing my hand from his stomach. I thought it was cute watching him get more and more desperate to poop. Then the killer farts started making themselves present. He leaned to the right and let out a loud squeaky fart that smelt like death. I almost gagged at how bad it was.
"I can't wait any longer!" He ran to the bathroom and I followed right behind. He sighed loudly as he sat on the toilet, he leaned forward so I could see the action. A thick dense log took no time slithering out of his hole. I spread his cheeks open as his log became softer and messier. "Ahhh" he sighed as a soft fart sputtered out with a strong flow of soft poop. Carl was filling the toilet pretty good. I flushed as he was still going just in case it would clog if I decided to wait until he was done to flush. Brown smudges marked the sides of the toilet, and it was really stinky too. He kept going, wow was he ever full! His hole pushed out but nothing came out. "Think that's it" he said. "Can I wipe you?" I asked hopefully. He nodded so I grabbed the tp and got to work. The first wipe was so messy, it took at least 10 for him to be clean. I inspected his crack and he was good to go.
"Hang on I have to pee" I pulled down my pants as he had his eyes on me and I started to tinkle loudly. He smiled as I wiped myself and pulled my pants up and flushed. It was a very good day bodily functions wiseErica
My first accident
The first time i ever had a genuine accident in my pants as an adult was certainly as embarrassing and memorable as it could be...I went out to eat with coworkers after work one evening and the whole time I knew I needed to go to the bathroom. It was a #2 situation so I didn't want to be excusing myself to do that at the bar, so I just held it in. We had a couple drinks and an appetizer and we just talked and hung out for like an hour and a half before we paid the check and decided to go back to work and go our separate ways. We had driven to the bar in one car from work. As we were just getting in the car, all the sudden my urge to poop increased ten fold, and I had bad cramps. I sat down in the back seat and I was immediately thinking about running back in to work when we got there and using the toilet before I got my car. I needed to poop so bad that I couldn't even talk, and I felt goosebumps pop up all over my body. We started driving back to work and the whole time I was just squeezing my butt cheeks shut as tight as possible and trying to wait out the cramps, but much to my dismay I ended up badly pooping my pants by accident in the backseat of my coworkers car... yeah... I was absolutely catatonic from the embarrassment.
That happened 2 weeks after I turned 33 years old. Winning!Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
After school yesterday my boyfriend and I went out on a date his name is Ben
He very sweet and understanding type guy every sense we went to the dance together and my hospital stay he been there for me ever since and I can tell Dean is pretty jealous but that's okay, So Ben is tall like 6' good build nice complexion tone , black and chinese, his dad chinese and his mom black.So ate at Friday's the boneless wings very good and fries. He had burgers and fries. On the way dropping back home I knew I had to pee , so upon leaving I went into the ladies took the last available stall, and pulled down my pants to my calf's and sat down and peed , while the other two I looked down and saw panties down and by the smell pooping, but I knew that I didn't too but it was pretty cool being around other public female poopers .
John H
Comment for STREAKS
Hi all. I have no major toilet matters to report. I am back in work and took a noisy dump while other people were in cubicals beside me but that aside, I have no story to tell.
@STREAKS. Hi and I wanted to say thanks for sharing your experiences with your wife. You are a good writer and I like how you mention all the things i find interesting about a lady pooping. Your wife sounds like she takes big dumps with thick logs. I have enjoyed all your posts so far and hoping you have lots more experiences to share.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.
Allen
OMFG
Now I understand that "herbal cleansing" programs are very beneficial to the human digestive system. However, I would like to say that "herbal cleansing" is, shall we say, a very polite way of putting things. My own experience with "herbal cleansing" programs was, lets say, less than pleasant, but, I have to admit, I was VERY cleansed.
One pill bottle, labeled "turbo boost", or something to that effect, said to take one pill three times a day. Another bottle, labeled "smooth n easy", that was close anyway, said to take three pills three times a day. There was a third bottle, I don't remember the label on it, but I'm sure it was something like "just makes your ass hurt".
So anyway, here I am with this "herbal cleansing" program, three bottles of some concoction produced on the ninth layer of hell, making sure that I read the labels properly, because I was certain this could be dangerous if done improperly.
Day one was fine, everything went, shall we say, smoothly. Day two things are loosening up, which is to be expected during an "herbal cleansing".
Day Three - 7:12 am I awakened to terrible gut spasms that were nearly doubling me over in pain. Managing to stagger to the bathroom, (which I now understand why it's called a "shitter"), I was barely able to get my sweatpants to my ankles and my cheek to seat, when an entire trainload of "biodegradable" fertilizer tried to escape my colon all at once. Trust me that was singularly unpleasant.
As I sat there, my sphincter on fire, with rivers of tears running down my cheeks, and beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead, and my other cheeks, I suddenly realized that perhaps an "herbal cleansing" wasn't exactly what I needed. There were times I am certain that my feet were not in contact with the linoleum in the bathroom, and I can still feel the indentations on the toilet seat left by my clenching fingers. It seemed each time I reached for the toilet paper, another wave of "herbal cleansing" would wash over me. I think my colon was trying to explain in great detail that it was not yet done "cleansing" for this session.
Yes, I called it a session. Some people have good sessions, sex sessions, therapy sessions, sessions with your chiropractor, etc. This session was less than pleasant, and I would much rather spend my time explaining my "herbal cleansing" to a psychiatrist, than I would in ever having another "cleansing" of this kind.
Day Three - 7:20 am I think I'm done for now, looking with relief at the soothing roll of toilet paper hanging there, I do my best to clean up, and stagger out of the bathroom.
Day Three - 7:28 am Here I go again, back into the bathroom, the spasms of pain in my gut doubling me over again. Even in sweatpants, in this "herbal cleansing" predicament, the time it takes to drop them low enough on your legs to allow yourself to "cleanse" seem to drag by drastically slow. I was certain that if this kept up, one time I would not get them down in time. Flopping down on the seat, knees pulled up to chest, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and arms wrapped around my knees for both comfort and support, the "cleansing" began again. At some point, right in the middle, when I was near to passing out, I seem to recall thinking that I should bring a water bottle in here with me, because I'm certain to dehydrate if this continues.
Again I mistakenly thought I was done, and leaned over toward the beautiful soft lovely toilet paper hanging there, my best friend. Oops, I moved, that shifted the cleansing gears, and they went into overdrive. I'm not sure if the sounds I could hear echoing in my head were coming from my colon or my mouth, and at the time, I didn't care at all.
Finally finished, and knowing in my heart and soul that there was nothing left inside me to vacate, I cleaned myself up, and once again headed back to the ragged shards of my life. Occasionally a huge spasm would travel through me, and I learned at that point, it IS possible to scream and fart at the same time. I had always been worried about that in the past, but no longer. I'd even feel confident sneezing and farting at the same time after this. It's a myth people, go ahead and let it fly.
Day Three - 7:42 am Back in the shitter, crying like a baby, and hoping that my nanny will come through the door and powder my ass, or do something to my ass to make this damn pain go away. I've been sweating so much in the last 15 minutes that I'm sure I smell like Willie Nelson's jock strap.
At this point, I'm afraid to move, or even blink, for any respite from the pain is a blessing. I look longingly at the toilet paper, afraid to reach for it having so recently been trained by my colon in proper toilet paper behavior. So I sit, and I wait, knowing at any second the next wave of "herbal cleansing" will attack. Nothing. I wait a few more minutes, still nothing. Tentatively I lean over to the toilet paper, cursing the builder of our apartment complex, and his entire family for putting the paper holder so far away from the toilet. *It's only 3 feet*. I make it to the toilet paper, with a big dopey grin on my sweaty face, slowly, as if trying to steal the toilet paper, I unroll some, and began the, at this point, painful process of cleaning up. Getting slowly to my feet, I stagger out of the bathroom. (You notice that I never mention anything about smell, I know not everyone has a cast iron stomach like I do, so I'm skipping that part.)
This is an example of how my day three on the "cleansing" program went. Every 8 to 15 minutes I was in the bathroom, sweating, crying, and cursing those who made this "herbal" assbomb.
Day Four - 6:15 am Yup, you guessed it, back in the shitter. Somehow, overnight, the "cleansing" had, I don't know, fermented or something. As I ran to the toilet, praying that I would make it in time, dropping my shorts and slamming my ass onto the toilet seat, it suddenly felt like the "cleansing" agent, had a new ingredient; battery acid. Sitting there on the toilet, shaking in pain, crying in frustration and pain, and sweating like a prostitute visiting the Pope, my life was ending, I was certain of it. Things were no longer smooth. In fact, it felt like, for the last 5 years or so, the staple of my diet had been bricks. I would swear on my life that I could hear them clacking and clinking against the porcelain of the toilet.
When it had passed, and the pain had lessened to a point of rational thought again, I leaned over slowly, not wishing to anger my colon, and unrolled some of the rough wool cloth that passed as toilet paper. By this time, everything felt like rough wool cloth in that region. Cleaning up, I once again staggered out of the bathroom, hoping that today would be a better day. I might as well have hoped that 35 supermodels would fight each other to the death for the chance of standing in my shadow.
Day Four - 6:25 am Back at it, and this time barely made it to the bathroom. Is getting to the point that I can start crying now at the first sign of needing to head to the bathroom. The knowledge of the coming pain quickly becomes too much for the human mind. Being in this much pain, my mind wanders, I think it was trying to protect itself. I realized that it was probably a good thing I wasn't a gymnast. Why you ask? Well, right then, I realized that standing on my head may produce something vaguely reminiscent of an old eastern European fountain.
Day Four continued along this vein pretty much as day three had, with no relief in sight.
Day Five - 8:03 am My colon allowed me to sleep in today, what a relief, it was a Saturday. Off to the bathroom I run, my knees locked together, hoping and praying that I actually make it. Damn colon shouldn't let me sleep in, it makes matters more "pressing" when you do wake up on a "cleansing" program. Hitting the toilet, my ass explodes, and I swear on everything I hold dear that a small block 350 was trying to work its way out. Once again knees to chest, arms around knees, crying and praying to God to end the pain, I endure. Again I'm not sure where the sounds are coming from, and again don't care, I just want the pain to end. Something lands in the toilet bowl, and honestly I was afraid to look. I thought it might have been a lung at this point. I look over to where my best friend used to live, and find that he's moved on. In his place is a roll of 80 grain sandpaper. Leaning over slowly, I tear some off, and tentatively try to clean up. Each touch sends lances of pain shooting to every corner of my body. It's a slow process, but one that must be done.
When I'm done, I grab the counter and stagger to my feet, refusing to look into the toilet bowl. After flushing my lung, I don't even bother to bend down and pull up my sweatpants, I just shuffle out of the bathroom, merely pleased to have 3 seconds where I'm not trapped in there.
Day five continued pretty much like this until about 6:00 pm when it just kinda, stopped, thank God. By day six, my life was returning back to normal, and aside from lingering pain around my "exhaust port", I seemed fine.
Now let me explain the reason I'm writing this story for you. On day two, I somehow managed to switch the "turbo boost" butt blasting abdominal spasm bottle with the "smooth n easy" very calm and soothing bottle. So, instead of one pill three times a day of the "ass blaster" tablets, I was tripling that dosage. The adage of this story is, if you're going to try an "herbal cleansing", read the damn instructions right, because as I said earlier, doing this wrong has scary and dangerous complications.
Elvia
Responses
Streaks-I enjoy your stories. They remind me of my husband and me. I've thought of him as my dedicated door guard too. I know other women that would hate any vague suggestion of going with their boyfriends/husbands. And some of those family restrooms really are tiny!
Midwesterner-I've heard of and been victim to pranks in the bathroom, and not always on April Fools. Personally, I've only experienced having the lights shut off while I'm on the toilet. It's not so bad unless you're done. I've heard of boys that liked to throw a rubber snake around to scare people, including ones with their pants down.
Monday, April 11, 2022
Audrey
Mina and friends, and Emma two: I agree that Emma and Sarah should try sharing the toilet.
Mary W: recently, I was running after having held for three days, and decided it would be fun to let it out in my leggings and pink panties. It felt great to feel the struggle between the urges and my booty and thighs squeezing the poo in. I eventually had to squat to get it all out, at which point instead of just a wet spot from the piss, a jet started to gush out from between my legs. In terms of exposing myself, I recently managed to piss into the gutter along a street out in the middle of nowhere. I've also pissed and shit in a parking lot at night. I had explosive diarrhea, and managed to lean forward 90° and cover a brick wall in poo!
Next generation of poopers: I have peed in a trashcan in a public bathroom, I have also pooed on the floor and put it in the trash. Looking forward for what you have to say!
Sitter: can you talk more about this girl?
Marie, looking forward to the changing room story!
STREAKS
Airport Poop
About 10 years ago my wife and I were preparing to fly home from Florida. We were through security and had about a 30 minute wait for the flight to board. We had a snack at a small cafe. After finishing the food, she said, "I need to go potty before we board the plane." I told her I would stay behind with our luggage. She said, "I don't want to go with people sitting in the stalls next to me. That's weird." At first, I didn't understand because she uses public bathrooms all the time. Then it hit me; She needed to poop. I spotted a family bathroom nearby. I said, "Lets just use that one. Since we are family, we are not breaking any rules. We'll just take our luggage in with us. She was quick to agree to my plan.
We entered the small bathroom. It had one one toilet and one sink. Very small. Very basic. As I was locking the door, she was pulling down her pants. She peed for a minute. Then a slow steady E-flat fart filed the room with sound. She said, "Stand in front of that door. I don't want anyone coming in here while I'm pooping." I assured her the door was locked. She said, "Stand in front of it anyway. I need to feel safe or it won't come out." I stood in front of the door. At only 4 feet away from my wife as she pooped, my heart was racing.
She continued to sit there looking straight ahead with a blank stare. I tried to make small talk. I was yammering about needing to mow the grass when we get home. "I can't talk to you right now! I'm trying to squeeze!" she exclaimed. I shut my trap and opened my ears. She looked amazing. Imagine Reese Witherspoon on the toilet. My wife looks like her.
Once the movement hit the point of no return, she looked away which she often does. For some reason, when the first turd is coming out, she leans way back. Once it hits the water, then she goes forward with elbows on her knees. I have never understood this. This time was no exception. She very suddenly sat up straight with her back arched and the crackle sound began. It came out slowly over 10 seconds and hit the water with a loud splash. She then leaned forward to do the rest. Several plops about 5 seconds apart. The room was filling with her poop smell. It always smells like a faint skunk smell. Just like when you are driving and your suddenly realize you can smell a skunk...Same thing. She rolled off some paper and almost wiped, then she stopped. She apparently realized there was more. That's my favorite part. The last turd grunt. She gripped the paper tightly and made a grunt sound followed by a tiny plop.
She began to wipe inspecting as she went. I could clearly see the dirty paper. She flushed while seated which she often does if I'm in the room. She does NOT want me to see the poop...ever. Once she finished, I peed which was tough to do considering my level of excitement at the moment. We finished and left. My memory of the Florida poop remains quite vivid to this day. It really makes my day when she poops in front of me.
Mina Kazumi Hisae Maho
Audrey will be happy
Dear Audrey,
Your dream came true! Today was fine day and no one of us is period so we decided to use potties! How pity it was, that you are not staying with us.
We made some changes from last routine. But yesterday evening, preparation was same. Cover floor of green flat with old newspapers, line four potties with loo paper, and lay futon on tatami in tatami room. And put oil disposable chopstick, in case that we need to break up turd so that green loo can swallow.
Then this morning after huge relaxing breakfast in beige flat we moved to green flat, took off clothes except bra (because we sweat maybe), and squatted. Mina opposite Kazu and Hisae opposite Maho. But before squatting over potties we all did wee in loo. We think that is better when it is possible.
We all think, it is so perfect feeling to do a motion exactly same time when crush is doing her motion. We all started same time. We made uuuuu noise because strong emotion feeling. And all four of us, first wave (for Maho, first turd) very very huge. Beautiful!! All four of us said, we were so happy that time!!
We then relax with squatting so intestine can get ready fro second wave, except Maho, she continue to do, slowly.
When Maho finished third turd, other 3 signalled with eyes, and started second wave. All 3 it was more softer than first wave, so we produced slowly, and it break up many many quite small pieces all three of us. Beautiful!! Maho said with struggle in her lower body, "you three girls are most beautiful girls in whole world!!" So we said in a chorus, "Maholin also!!"
Change in routine was, we decide to try to empty potties into loo only once, to save paper and water. We are very eco in our mind. But for Maho, impossible, so after other three finish second wave, Mina empties her potty into loo and flushed, then went to Maho. Maho doesn't like to take break when she is doing motions. She likes continuous. So Mina lined her (Mina's) potty with paper and put under Maho's beautiful bottom, then emptied Maho's potty and flushed, then lined it with paper, then squatted over Maho's potty to prepare for third wave.
This was Mina's job because Mina's potty was fullest! Kazu said, "Minappé when you do so huge motion you are most beautiful woman in world!" So Mina said, "No, Kazu-chan is."
Then third wave, and Maho also still doing, so big uuuuuu noise from four girls with strong emotion. We all agreed, that was last one, but we did lots little pieces while Maho finishing.
Finally finished. Second change in routine. Instead of empty and clean own potty, we empty and clean potty of crush. Off course with wearing gloves because of a bacteria. So Mina clean Kazu's potty, Kazu clean Maho's (actually Mina's because of swap), Maho clean Hisae's and Hisae clean Mina's. But before cleaning, we washed bottom on loo with washlet, and dried beautiful bottom of crush with sitting on loo to wash own bottom. And we washed hands well.
Then we took shower. Two girls in bathtub and two girls outside bathtub. We washed body each other and dried well.
Then put on panties and bra, and 15 minutes in tatami room to express love each other.
Then change clothes, and put potties on balcony to dry, while Maho making tea which we all drink together.
Then clean both flats. Then go to shopping mall. Off course wear two masks, paper next face, then uraten. Very happy day!
We love everyone this site. We hope nobody in pain because constipate. And if you are diarrhoea, we hope you can do with no pain.
Many online hugs and kisses to everyone.
From Maho, Kazumi, Hisae, Mina
LC
Replies and Another Work Story
@ Tricky - Great set of stories as always. You do so well to capture the moment.
@ Anna from Austria - I enjoyed your story, "pooping at the bar". I agree that perfume, cologne, or air freshener can make things smell worse instead of better. Is it common for alcohol to have that effect on your stomach? I ask because I am the same way, many times found myself in need of an urgent movement while at the bar or shortly afterwards.
@ Streaks - Nice story about your wife and SIL.
@ Paige - I would not mention Naomi's huge poop to her unless she brings it up.
@ Andi from Germany - Great set of stories about your co-worker. I am guessing your internship ended at some point, hence the end of the encounters? My GF from college played on the soccer team and her freshman year I guess they had athletes room with athletes from different teams. She and one of her teammates joked that the young woman they roomed with from the VB team would take "bear sh**ts" (not in a mean way). I met this person later and she was incredibly kind and sweet, but similar dimensions as your co-worker.
@ Andrea - Interesting question. My father left we were quite young, so I grew up in a house with my mom and my sisters. They were quite open among themselves but the opposite with me. As a result, I ended up as private about using the bathroom at home. As a pre-adolescent, I had passed gas around classmates on a rare occasion, and it always drew embarrassing remarks. Therefore, it was unfathomable for me to go poop in a public restroom between those two things. Around 7th or 8th grade, there were a group of boys in my grade that were braggadocios about pooping in the school bathrooms. It wasn't uncommon for one to announce that they "completely blew it up" or something to that effect. This eased my inhibitions about using the public bathroom. I began to use the school bathrooms when I needed but still didn't have the bravado (nor have I ever) to announce that I blew up the bathroom. However, I would hear some of these same boys make note that someone "destroyed it" and wanted to know who did it. Eventually, this lead to a series of incidents where either I used the bathroom at the same time as at least one of them or right afterwards. One of the most boastful seemed to have loose stools often and it surprised me to hear him brag about what otherwise seemed like modest sized productions. Another incident, one of the boys mentioned the power of my smell and was in disbelief. Not too long after that, I found myself pooping along side the other boys with regularity. I conquered my phobia, but at the same time, I was surprised to find how different many of them relieved themselves. I almost never pass audible gas where it sounded like others had a whoopie cushion in their stalls, often passing loud, cartoonish sounding farts the whole time. Some had loose sounding movements or while others dropped many little pebbles. There were also a wide range of smells. I don't know why I remember this, but one kid noted that his mom's pancakes always gave him the "s**ts". I came to understand that pooping was one of these things that seemed to stimulate more of the senses in distinct ways than most other things in life, and that we're all unique even when it comes to using the bathroom.
Time for quick story, as I know some may have some interest in these. I didn't mention in my last post, but maybe some detected it. My place of employment reopened the offices with a hybrid work from home option. I am in the office two days a week now. It's not much different than my pre-covid work arrangement since my position is outward facing. However, I still come across many other men using the restroom on the days in the office. Last Thursday I was in the office again for some internal meetings.
By mid-morning, I found myself with the need to release my bowels and bladder. I headed to the shared bathroom with every intent on doing both. However, I opened the door and an overpowering stink greeted me. It was Rick. For those that may not be familiar with the other characters in my life, Rick is in his late 40's or early 50's, at least 6'6" (198cm) and probably ever bit of 250-260lbs (117kg). He is a large human, every portion of him is big, but he's not excessively fat or anything, just big. Rick's stink is the strongest in the office and I have seen many other men recoil at its presence. Rick seems to struggle with chronic loose stools. I must have walked in on him mid-session. It sounded like someone pouring a pot of chili into the toilet. Soon, another powerful wave of stink rolled through the bathroom. I decided it would be best for me to pee now and come back later to move my bowels. I positioned myself at the urinal and Rick released another round of chili. Seconds later, the stink intensified. For those wondering, Rick does not do courtesy flushes as far as I know, and it's usually a couple flushes for him to clear the bowl. He likes the handicap stall, which is the second of two in the bathroom. I've never actually seen Rick's movements, just splatters on the porcelain in the handicap stall after he's finished. I had a relieving pee and washed my hands, as Rick released another wave. I feel bad for Rick because he seems to struggle with these loose stools all the time. I wonder if he ever has a satisfactory solid movement. I don't know Rick well enough to have these discussions, despite the fact he and I have both moved our bowels around each other countless times by now over the last eight years.
My urge would come and go over the next hour. Eventually, an urge struck me so sharply that I knew I had to go otherwise risk breach or worse. I made my way back to the bathroom as the need grew with each step. I entered the bathroom, and I could still detect Rick's signature in the bathroom air. Another man I didn't recognize just finished at the urinal. There also seemed be an occupant in the handicapped stall, but it wasn't Rick. I opened the other stall. I got into position as the man at the urinal washed up and left. Indeed, there was another man in handicapped stall, as I heard him shift and then strain. He seemed to have some difficulties.
A release began as soon as I placed my bottom on the toilet. The whole movement was semi-continous made up of medium and short, thick, dense segments. The first couple felt like the longest and thickest and eventually gave way to ones that were shorter. A powerful smell emerged almost immediately. I peaked between my legs as I readied myself to pee. I could see that the release filled the trap and piled forward out of the water and on to the porcelain at the front of the bowl. This was a normal movement for me despite the fact that I prefer one to several thick, long logs. Those only come once or twice a week for me. I finished my pee and then release another blast of four to five shorter, thick segments. My stall reeked and I imagine the rest of the small bathroom did as well. Suddenly, my neighbor release a couple hard pieces of poop that plunked into the water. He shifted again.
I was totally done at this point. I looked into the toilet again and could see the second round effectively cover the rest of the water area. I flushed the toilet while seated and the toilet luckily cleared about 50% of the contents. I thought the toilet might have clogged but thankfully, it began to slowly refill. I flushed again and this time it carried everything else away and refilled as normal. The man next me plunked a few more hard pieces into his commode. I required a thorough clean up and then flushed again. There were a few major streaks left after the third flush. I decided that was good enough. I washed up and returned to my office.
LC
Erica
Spring break
My mom is best friends with Ron's mom, so we get together very often and go on trips together like we went camping last summer. Last week was spring break, so we all went to a very popular place that always has tourists. The drive was a few hours, I sat in the back of the car with my sister Ellie and Ron. After an hour of driving we were hit with a long backup of traffic and by the looks of it we were moving anytime soon. "I have to go to the bathroom" Ron complained. I wondered if he had to pee or poop, after being bored for the last hour Ron's comment peeked my interest. "How long do you think you can hold it?" his mom asked concerned. "I don't know" he responded with pain written on his face. "I don't wanna crap my pants in the car" he added. After he said that I smelt a lingering odor, his eyes looked down in shame when he must have seen my nose slightly scrunch up. I felt bad for Ron having to be in the situation. He kept letting out silent farts that were stinking up the car telling us his bowels needed to empty. He started squirming, "ohhhhh are we moving yet? I can't hold it". We haven't moved in 15 minutes due to the traffic. His mom was trying to reassure him but it wasn't enough. He lifted his bum up and shit started to crackle into his pants. He groaned in relief and his face was red in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry" Ron put his head in his hands. The smell in the car increased and we rolled down all the windows to air it out. If we were by woods he could've went in there, but we weren't close to any woods at all. 5 minutes later the traffic cleared and we were moving once again. We stopped at a gas station where Ron could clean up. "Feel better?" I asked once he came out of the gas station. "I'm really embarrassed" he mumbled. I gave him a hug and said I don't judge him and that everyone has accidents. Ellie sort of teased him but I told her to cut it out. The smell stayed in the car for a while, and no one ever brought it up again for Ron's sakeWinnie
Winnie the Pooh
Long time no post hi everyone, been placed on medication , and I just returned to school on yesterday, so on yesterday during last period of class with my favorite female teacher, I went to the bathroom went to the end stall and pulled down my shorts and panties down to my calves and sat on the toilet sat all the way on the toilet, being to pee a good stream. After a few second
I was done got up and pulled everything up and flushed washed my hands and got back to class, after class I got to talk with her but she couldn't stay long but I got picked up from my mom from school.
Paige
She Did it Again!
Hi! I am back with a follow up to my first post a week or two back regarding my new workout friend Naomi. For those who may have missed my first post, we met when we started taking a series of classes at a new gym/fitness center that recently opened. In my first post, I shared of hearing her take an extremely large crap in the locker room and then eventually seeing it after it refused to be flushed down.
After this past week's class, Naomi and I decided to go grab some coffee at the cute little coffee shop across the street from the gym. After class, we were again the only two in the locker room. We both showered and got dressed, although this time she didn't end up using the toilet.
We sat down at a table at the coffee shop and we're having a nice conversation when she excused herself to the restroom. Im not sure how, but I had a pretty good sense she was going to poop again. I had to admit I was a bit curious given last time. It was only a single occupancy restroom, so I couldn't exactly follow her in there like the locker room. She was gone a surprisingly long time. Our table was situated such that I could just barely see the door to the restroom from my chair. I was looking at my phone but just happens to be angled so that when the bathroom door opened it caught my eye. I saw Naomi exit but rather than head right back to the table, she stopped by the barista and they exchanged a few words. The barista glanced over towards the restroom and nodded, which ended their brief exchange. Naomi returned to the table and apologized for the wait. Not that she needed to, but she did not offer up any explanation for the wait. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the barista take advantage of a break in the line to go into the restroom. A matter of seconds later she re-emerged and closed the door behind her. I saw her go back through a staff only door for a minute or so before coming back out to serve the couple that just walked it.
A few minutes after that, another staff member came out of the door the barista had gone into and taped a sign to the door of the restroom. I couldn't make it out but I was pretty sure it was directly related to whatever Naomi had done in there. As we finished up, I excused myself to the restroom. Interestingly, Naomi said nothing. As I approached the restroom I could see a handwritten out of order sign on the stall. The barista caught me and informed me that their toilet was clogged and apologized for the inconvenience. So clearly Naomi had done a repeat performance of last week, though this time at the expense of the coffee shop rather than the gym. I wonder if she held it purposely so as not to reclog the gym toilet for a second time. I'll admit I'm a bit disappointed I couldn't see this one, but given that she's now 2 for 2 in clogging toilets, hopefully there's more opportunity down the road.
Spurlock
Getting my bathroom mojo back?
I think I'm having a hard time getting my bathroom mojo back. My high school is starting 4th quarter. We had almost a year and a half confined to home and distance learning. Both me and my friend Lisa are good students, but we liked and got used to having freedom in working from home. We ate and drank in front of our computers and when we had to use the bathroom it was just a few steps across the hall. Some of the modules we did gave us 10 minutes an hour off. We live about 11 blocks from another. A few times we texted one another when we were on our toilets. She pees more than me. A couple of times we were crapping pretty much together, although her really bratty younger sister picked a fight with Lisa a couple of times while she was using the bathroom.
On several evenings Lisa and I would get together. She would come over here because of the conflicts she had being confined with her sister. At about 7 one night she went into my bathroom. While she was on the toilet Lisa reached over to my black clothing hamper and pulled out 3 or 4 pieces of my underwear. She said she was wondering if I would do better at home compared to what I consider the horrible conditions at school. Only one was soiled and she shot the skidmark with her phone. Lisa didn't know it, but I had gone through her underwear one Saturday when we were together playing games. It isn't fair because most of hers is black or dark blue. Try finding skidmarks under those circumstances.
This year we're back with a traditional schedule and full days at our large high school. The vandalism to the bathrooms is worse than ever. With absolutely no privacy doors anymore because of vaping and drug use, I was doing my second wipe after my crap, from my seat for obvious reasons, when two guys came into the toilets on both sides of me. Each kicked up the seat so hard it was obvious why so many of my sits have me worrying about falling in. They peed and then started vaping. I got up and out of there without even stopping at the sinks. Later that afternoon, when Lisa and I went to her house to work on a project, I went in the bathroom and pulled my jeans and underwear down. No skidmark. I did two more wipes. Nothing.
Lisa said the girls rooms are much worse than before the pandemic. More privacy doors have been removed. One of the three girls bathrooms on each floor is permanently locked. Last week she was taking a pee when this really out of control girl practically knocked knees with her and said 'You're done b****!.' When Lisa came to lunch in the cafeteria she was crying. She had done the last part of the pee in her jeans as she fled the bathroom. We stopped at a gas station on our way home because she had to pee. She peed a little despite it being a one-toilet bathroom with a secured door. I don't know how long it is going to take her to get over that confrontation.
Yesterday I got permission during Math to use the bathroom. The closest one was locked. Down the hall, with my crap turtleheading, I saw a security camera flashing as I turned and went around the wall into the bathroom. It was 10 a.m. and the place was already trashed. One sink was half broken off and leaking badly. The seats were missing off two of the stools. Is it possible to take a crap while balancing yourself on the rim of the bowl? Lisa says yes but I don't think so. All the other toilets had splashes on the seat, but I dropped myself onto one and my crap blasted out. I don't think my butt was on the seat for 20 seconds before I started my wiping. The problem is with no privacy doors and the bell ringing to let out class, I didn't get much of a wipe in.
Lisa is now more understanding, however. Also, a friend told me my clothing smelled from vaping.
Kristi
Some responses
Hi everyone, Kristi here!
Thank you all for your kind wishes while I was constipated.
If you read Part Number Two (get it?), you saw that I was finally able to poop. The next morning I got a big cup of coffee, downed it, ran on the treadmill, and went upstairs to take a nice and SOFT crap. By butt Estill stinging from the night before, but I'm back and regular again. Took a nice one this morning too.
Stephanie: I'm 5'5". By "petite" I just mean that I have thin bones and have a high metabolism. (I'm not bragging if it comes across that way. It's just how I'm built.) My smallness is why people don't understand why I take such massive dumps at times.
your name (optionalDave): I've never tried suppositories. That's a good idea. Thanks!
Tyler: I'm 5'5", petite, auburn red hair.
To Thunder and Tyler, and actually EVERYONE:
So the bidet is installed and working. It does not have an enema function (I didn't know those even existed).
First few times I used it were pretty much failures as far as using it after pooping. The water just did not hit the right place and I ended up sitting back on the toilet and wiping.
I have mastered how to clean with it after I pee.
After a few more tries after pooping, I was finally able to sit in the right spot so that the water was hitting me where it needed to. But I didn't feel completely clean after. So I went back and wiped and there was still a little brown on the paper.
I'm getting better but I'm not the the point where I don't wipe after a dump (unless I'm about to get into the shower or tub, in which case I don't wipe at all.)
Steve is in the same place as me. Obviously he doesn't need to clean after peeing, but he's had no luck getting clean after pooping.
(Steve is also worried that if I get really good at the bidet, I won't let him wipe me anymore. I assured him that I'd still let him.)
ANY SUGGESTIONS about proper post-pooping bidet use are appreciated!
Love,
Kristi
PS: Emily said she posted on here. I don't see it. Tested her and she said it seemed to go through.
Midwesterner
April Fools!
With it being April Fools Day, I was thinking about some toilet and bathroom related pranks that I have seen in person or online. Some are as simple as just taking the toilet paper out of the bathroom or opening the door on people, to "pop it's" being placed under the toilet seat so that when a user sits, it makes a loud pop noise like fireworks. I saw a prank on YouTube, the Saran Wrap prank, where the wrap is placed on the bowl underneath the seat, and when (typically) a female user sits down to pee, the pee ponds up on her butt and may spill on the floor instead of going in the toilet bowl. That one seems a little bit too messy for me to want to pull! One time when I was middle school age, I remember my sister and our cousin went around and put sticky notes on all of the toilets at a relative's house that read "out of order- do not use." A prank that I remember resulting in trouble involved these kids that I went to high school with. I actually got to witness it happen. There were three buddies that all worked at this pizza place.
One April Fools, two of them got the idea that switching the men's and women's bathroom signs would be funny. They thought it would be even more funny while the third was in the men's room. I remember being there for lunch that day, and seeing the one kid going into the men's room. The other two quickly switched the signs, which they had put on magnets that would stick to the doors yet easily and quickly be moved. Sure enough, a middle aged woman came in and opened the door to the men's room, thinking it was the women's. She just sort of paused in the doorway in shock, getting a view of him at the urinal. She must have realized what had happened and said "oh my, I'm so sorry, honey." She went into the other bathroom and came out a couple minutes later without incident. Well, apparently they thought it would be funny to try the same thing with the manager later on, and it didn't go so well. Apparently the two boys who instigated it got fired from their jobs.
What toilet/ bathroom related April Fools pranks have you seen, experienced, or otherwise known about? I'd be curious to see what everybody has to say! I have a few stories from some April Fools toilet pranks that took place in our household that I will write about in my next post!
Thursday, April 07, 2022
Kieffer
Pissing from the seat
Both me and my friend, D'Shannon, who is becoming my girlfriend, come from large families. We are the oldest and have responsibilities in caring for our younger siblings. Each of our dads is a single parent working hard to support the family.
Each Sunday morning my friend D'Shannon and I meet at the coin laundry about a half mile from our homes. We do a weeks worth of laundry there. Because of the volume, it takes a long time. Sometimes we will help one another sorting from the bag. Sometimes we tease one another about messy underwear and stuff like that. One of D'Shannon's sisters has a real problem with wiping. One of her pairs of undies had caked crap in the crotch that made it look like she didn't even try to wipe. D'Shannon said Alison sometimes has to get off the toilet and literally run to class to prevent getting tardy detention. D'Shannon said that even she will sometimes take her crap at school, but forget to check for toilet paper first. Sometimes there's some pretty big urine stains in D'Shannon's undies. She said it is from leaks while she stands waiting for a toilet to open. She can be a nervous person and I don't think that helps either.
Pretty much every week we use the larger-load machines in the very back of the facility. We don't like watching TV that much so sometimes we do our homework, but we're developing a stronger connection so we end up talking a lot. Our conversations often go farther than they probably should. Right next to our seats is the doors to the restrooms. D'Shannon likes to play this What do you think..." game when a person opens the bathroom door. Are they going to pee? Are they going to poop? One older lady had both hands on her gut so I thought a third option might be true. D'Shannon said No because the lady wasn't moving fast enough. She was in there about 10 minutes though. This one boy, probably about first or second grade walked by with his right hand on his crotch. He was in there only about two and a half minutes. When he came out he took a wrong turn. His babysitter came to us and asked if we saw him. She eventually found him in the game room playing with a knob on the candy machine.
Now that I'm getting to know D'Shannon better I volunteered some information that kept a good discussion going. She likes to give me a hard time, but I like the attention, I guess. I told her that since I started middle school, and was getting stares and showing off my very undeveloped wares at the urinals, and was taunted by some bullies, I have functioned pretty well by going into a stall, sitting down and peeing that way. At first I was called Girly Girl and some other stuff by some of the bullies, but I learned what to do to prevent attracting attention. D'Shannon is very sensitive to that kind of stuff. She's been taunted in the PE locker room because some of her undies are tattered and badly stained.
She and I are developing a much stronger bond. She's very interesting and creative. Both of us are responsible for helping a lot with our families. But at the laundry each Sunday we're having a little fun with it, too.Stephanie
Question for Kristi
I saw you mentioned that you are petite, so I was just curious as to how tall you are?? Love your stories! Thanks!
Mina Maho Kazumi Hisae
Dear Emma Two, Dear Kristi, Dear Taylor
Kristi, we hope you are back to normal again!!
Emma, when we read your story, our hearts very warm. How sweet you are both, when you clean each other after double accident. We can understand very well because we also have similar experience, but without accident.
When we are a diarrhoea, it is very need to stay on loo long time. We wrote in before post, all four of us needed to do a diarrhoea at same time, two of us shared loo bowl and did diarrhoea into loo together. Maybe next time, if Emma cannot wait, Sarah can offer half of loo to her, then you can both do and do and do and sit there long long time until you finish all.
Taylor, we are happy to see you and Shelbi love each other very much! We remember you. Taylor wrote about angel delight and Shelbi asked about what to eat to do satisfying motion in morning. We are happy you are still in this site. We wonder Shelbi will angry when she find out that Taylor told her story. We hope that when she spank, Taylor's beautiful bottom will not hurt too much.
Love to everyone.
Hisae Kazumi Maho MinaSTEPHEN
Post Title (optional) Pooping In Campervan
A few weeks ago I went to laundry , put washing into machine and money
walked back to van for a Number Too. I pulled the Adventuridge pottie
from locker , slid down my jogging bottoms and pants and sat down .
When I sat down I noticed a car three hundred yards away stationary with lights on I started to wee then my bowels opened soft mushy poop.As I reached for the toilet paper the car moved forward ,stopped level with
my van and remained stationary with my van for several minuites , it was
a driving school practicing parallel parking ,as it moved I started wiping
when I got back to laundry the washing was done.STEPHEN
Post Title (optional)
This morning woke @ 5pm sat on potty and had a wee went down to kitchen to make tea as kettle was boiling I needed too poop managed to hold long
enough to pour water into mugs , went into garage sat on Thetford 33
pottie and had a Number Too .
Returned to kitchen and drank tea