Nasiba
Fast lane for school toilets
There's got to be a better way to make school toilets more equitable and efficient. This past week my friends Amit, Laci and I took a couple of longer rides on our bikes, because it was spring break. When we got done and went home for the evening, mom had received an E-blast from my high school that I have been assigned a 4-hour Saturday DT for excessive tardy write ups in Geography 9, a required class where I have the top grade average.
Just before 2nd hour I have this really strict teacher who won't excuse anyone to leave the room. Period. School-wide I agree there has been big problems with vaping, hanging out like some girl sitting on the toilet for 30 minutes or more because she is blowing off a test, a couple of fights a week, and a lot of name calling and threats by several immature students who refuse wait their turn. If you're using a toilet with it doors removed some girls will give you trouble because they want to bully you off the toilet so they can replace you.
My long-time friend Amit, who has said he's seen classmates bullied at the urinals, on the toilets and at the sinks believes there could be a couple of toilets basically set aside of emergencies: throwing up in, a fast piss when the lines are too long at the urinals, or for the kid who is just seconds away from pooing his pants. I was in that position a couple of weeks ago. I was not allowed to leave my 1st hour and my poo started knocking. So I hurried during passing period to the bathroom, had an open toilet that I was standing over it as I was badly fumbling with the buttons to my jeans, I said I was sorry to a couple of the angry girls who were cursing me, and finally one blocked into me, shoved me into the crowd using the sinks, and she took the seat while still calling me names and saying she wanted to fight me.
When I turned my back to her and got stuck in the crowd, I could feel my crap turtle-head and the warmth it was adding to my crotch, I desperately moved down the line of toilets, but nothing opened. Several cursed me when they saw I was crying and I was breaking my finger-nails as I tried to pull my jeans down. Just as the warning bell rang, other girls jumped up and ran from the toilets. Some left their toilets unflushed and one toilet seat had a nice moist one stuck to it. I must have moved another 10 toilets down before I could seat myself, yank at my jeans and pull my thong down. Even though I had paid for it with babysitting money, I realized I had made a bad choice. Cotton undies would have been a better investment and contained more of my poop with less getting on my legs and jeans.
I cleaned my butt and the back of my legs, threw my thong in the trash, and then wiped some of the crap that had been smeared on the seat. I texted my friend Laci to go to my PE locker and get the extra pair of sweats I keep there. Luckily she had a study hall. I got to class about 20 minutes late without explaining to the teacher what had happened. It felt different now not wearing any underwear. That was especially true over lunch hour when I had to go in and piss. I didn't have any privacy because of the doors having been taken off, but I knew the supervising teacher and she was nice.
Both Amit and Laci like my idea of having a designated toilet in each bathroom for emergencies only. It could be painted a different color, have a special sign, and perhaps be at the ends of each row of toilets.
It sure would have helped me.
Kenna
Another buddy dump with josh
Hey everyone! I have another story that happened just a short time ago. Joshs last bowel movement was on monday and was split into a few sessions between work and home, going a little at a time. He didnt need to poop again until friday afternoon. He came home a little early because work was slow and because he really had to poop. I arrived home shortly after him and found him sitting on the bucket we use for camping with a toilet lid on it. (I mentioned previously that josh uses the bucket when he feels like he has to go alot so he doesnt clog the toilet and we just throw the plastic bag with his poop in it away). "Hey babe!" I greeted him. "You must have to go bad since youre on the bucket!" "Yeah i do, ive got some to come out but its hard and slow going" replied josh. He lifted his butt off of the bucket and i saw a handful of pebble looking turds at the bottom of the plastic bag. "How long have you been sitting here trying?" "Not too long, about 5 to 10 minutes. Its going to be awhile yet and be pretty big i think". "Take your time, hon, ill sit by you while you try if you want". "Thanks, Kenna! I might need some help getting this out too if you dont mind!" Josh said. "I actually have to go poop too but lets get yours done first" i said. I took a seat on the edge of tub with josh sitting in front of me facing me. He began to try to keep pooping and i held his hands. Josh was pushing hard and concentrating and i could hear his poop crackling under him as he worked on trying to go. After 5 minutes i asked "is it stuck or is it starting to come out"? "Its pretty stuck babe. Im having a hard time! It is coming a little, im just not making much progress yet". "Keep trying baby, you can do it, at least its moving a little. Take deep breaths and slowly push hard, focus on me!" Josh pushed again and his poop began crackling again. A few minutes and hard pushes later a large thud landed in the plastic bag. Josh lifted his butt to see what came out and we saw a fat piece of poop about 4 to 5 inches long. "Just like that josh, keep it up!!" He sat back down and started working on the next piece. He slowly pushed for a good 5 minutes and told me the next log was coming out but stuck pretty good. "Do you want to try and squat to keep going, or try something else?" I asked. "I dont think so, i do need to stand and take pressure off my butt though". As josh got up, i could see about 5 inches of poop sticking out. It was dry and hard looking. "Can you hold my butt open for me while i try to work this one out?" Josh asked. "Of course, anything you need babe!" Josh stood over the bucket and gave a big hard push with me spreading his cheeks. His first few pushes didnt move the turd. He kept working at it but clearly was having lots of trouble getting it to come out much further. "Keep pushing, josh, im going to work some vaseline around it to try and help". I grabbed the vaseline from the bathroom drawer and started working it around his turd while holding his butt open with my other hand. "Give it a hard push josh, you can do this" i assured him. A few pushes later aided by the vaseline and his poop began coming out again. It was definitely taking its tims tho! Several pushes later and it came all the way out and landed in the bag. It was about a foot long. "Keep going babe! Get it all out hon". "I need a break first kenna, you can go poop and then ill finish". Since the bucket was already being used i decided to just poop on that also. I lowered my jeans and panties and sat down. Josh stood in front of me leaning on the bathroom counter. I began to try and go. It took a few good pushes to get my log moving but once it started it kept coming out as long as i kept helping it along by pushing. Josh watched me intently as i concentrated on going. I had to give a couple hard pushes to help finish it and it dropped loudly under me into the bag. I was done and stood to wipe. Both of us glanced at my turd and it was about 14 inches long and definitely not as wide as joshes. "Ready to work on your poop again"? I asked. "Yep, i cant wait to be done"! Exclaimed josh. "Do you want to sit or stand?" I asked. "Ill try sitting again but if i have a hard time ill stand back up" josh said. His next turd was HUGE. He pushed and worked at it for several minutes when he told me it was so big he had to stand up to finish going. It was about a foot long and sticking straight out of him. He hovered above the bucket and pushed. His poop moved with each push. It grew over 2 feet in lenghth before coming out. It stood straight out of the bag and rested against the lid on the bucket. "Holy crap literally babe!!" I told him. He looked too and was amazed at what he just did. "Phew, i really needed that!" "Thanks for helping me go and sitting by me while it was coming out!" "Of course babe!! Any time!" I replied. I gently moved his turd into the bag and cleaned off the lid while he wiped his butt. I tied off the bag and tossed it in the garbage bin and put the bucket back in thr garage. I told josh it had to feel good to get rid of that and be nice and cleaned out for now! He ate a huge dinner that night and i cant blame him!! I have another story ill post soon about visiting friends and josh having poop problems during our stay. One last side note- to thunder, i have wiped joshs butt for him a few times. Usually with a warm washcloth or baby wipes after a very difficult session when he is sore afterwards. I dont mind at all helping him out with it and taking care of him! Xoxo kenna, talk soon!!
Hannah
Sorry it's been so long since I last posted here. I've been really busy with schoolwork, but I'm back. To answer Nasiba's question, I don't know where my mother's fear of public toilets comes from as she never told me. To answer Ted's question, I don't recall ever seeing my mom go in her pants. She was always a lot better at holding it than I was. She could probably hold it for 8 or more hours if she had to! Also, as far as I know she's the one in the family who has this problem. To answer Alexandra's question, whether I enjoy my accidents depends on what kind of accident it is. I generally don't enjoy poop accidents as it is harder to clean up, but there is something oddly comforting about peeing in my pants.
Here's my latest pee story. I don't usually stay up late during the week, but a few nights ago I got an email that my first morning class would be cancelled because my professor had an appointment to go to, so that meant I could sleep in a little later and therefore could stay up a little later too, so I went to my dorm building's common room to watch some TV. It was just past 11:00 at night and there was nobody else there. I was wearing a white tank top and a pair of pink nylon running shorts. I sat down on the couch and a few minutes later I felt that I had to pee. Since I was alone I decided to just let go in my shorts, figuring that it would be okay to pee in my pink shorts because it was unlikely that anybody would see me. The warmth of it felt really good and I looked down to see a puddle form and then disappear into the fabric of the black couch. I sat there for about an hour later and then went back up to my dorm. By then the stain on the couch was just barely visible, but my entire butt was still soaked and the seat of my shorts was noticeably darker. As I was walking to my room I felt like I had to go a little more so I stopped walking and let go again, watching the pee drip from the leg of my shorts and onto the carpet. Then I made it to my room, changed and went to bed.
Has anybody here ever had an issue with bedwetting while living in a college dorm? When I was a freshman, I wet the bed almost every night for the first few weeks. I chalked it up to anxiety from not being used to college life, and sure enough, after a few weeks I was more accustomed to college and my bedwetting situation improved. I still wake up wet once or twice a month, but it's nothing like it was back then. I also have a friend named Amber who also lives on campus and still wets the bed every night. She wears diapers at night, but sometimes she forgets to buy more when she's running low so when she runs out she just has to wear panties to bed and face being wet in the morning. Has anybody every had any similar experiences?
Saturday, April 30, 2022
david
hospital poop
I was at the hospital for a routine check up today. I felt the urge to go so I decided to use the single stall unisex bathroom on the lowest floor. So I went in I noticed the door was locked so I waited it out a couple of meters further away. I didn't want the person in there thinking I was waiting for it. Privacy is important, I enjoy it too.
I didn't expect to be waiting for 5 minutes though. Just when Almost gave up to look for another bathroom I heard the lock open and out came a nurse in her long white coat and mouth mask on. I waited till she was out of sight and then entered the cubicle, there was a very clear odor of poop hanging around which surprised me but then again I wasn't surprised as I waited long enough to know she wasn't just tinkling.
I saw her take the elevator in the distance before entering, she clearly got a level down to have a poop, that's what most people do to poop in peace, right?
Either way I didn't care and placed myself on the warm seat and proceeded with the sa'e thing the occupant before me did. Taking a nice relaxed shit… in a matter of seconds her smell got dominated by mine. I wonder what he next visitor thought about that…
Just Jerika
Teacher/Student Bathroom Sharing
I'm in college now and I remember back to the first week when I was a student in high school something that really surprised me. I'd be waiting in a crowded bathroom hoping to get a pee in before the one minute warning bell for my next hour class. Door would open and student would come out and I would immediately find out if she was a Proud Panther or not. That was a Student Council program about being polite, taking care of school property well (flushing, washing hands well, and being positive). Oops, big shit left unflushed, toilet paper on half the seat, and a foul mouth, etc. Then with a thud I would get my 30 seconds or so of butt-on-seat before the warning bell rang. I'd be lucky if I could get one wipe in. And during 5th hour only one stall or two would have any TP left and you learned early on that you didn't dare flush because you would cause a flood.
Most surprising to me was perhaps once a week or so when that door would open I would be surprised to see my history or music teacher pulling their clothing up. Of course, they maintained a warm but clean seat and in the case of my science teacher who was brand new and right out of college, she always smiled, told those waiting to be PPs (Proud Panthers) and a couple of times during the passing period she would use her phone to call the physical plant (we'd just laugh when we heard that name!) office and then tell them about a problem (roll of TP floating in the bowl). My history teacher had a very pounding pee stream that went on and on. My best friend Michelle, who was very glib, said our teacher and her boyfriend (to die for!) probably closed the bar down again the previous night. One of the barmaids was a friend of my moms.
My dad thought the whole thing was hilarious. He said the guys who shit at school were losers and no matter how much the administrators would yell at them, they would not remember to lift the seat.Emma two
Relief after two weeks
I'd been constipated for about two weeks and I'd been taking laxatives for the last couple of days. I woke early this morning with a stomach ache and a very desperate need to get to the toilet. I almost had an accident in my knickers getting out of bed and I walked slowly into the bathroom trying my best to hold it in. I got into the bathroom and saw the toilet and I sub consciously relaxed my bottom and felt my poo coming out into my knickers. I tried to stop it but I was so desperate for relief I couldn't hold it any I filled my knickers. I took them off carefully and tipped the contents into the toilet and flushed but it didn't clear and I still had to go. I thought about going on top of the load but that would completely block the toilet so I waited for it to refill and flush it again. This time most of it went down but there was some heavy skid marks below the water and a few bits of poo floating around. I sat down and relaxed an released another big load into the toilet which felt so good but I still wasn't finished. Not wanting to block the toilet I flushed before doing any more but it didn't clear again. When I tried again it still wouldn't clear and the water came up the the rim. It went down slowly and eventually it went down. I flushed it again as a precaution and this time it cleared thankfully. I sat down again and finished my poo which wasn't as big now but it was still a fair size. I wiped my bottom and flushed the toilet again and it cleared which was a relief. Then I took a long hot shower and got clean before throwing my knickers in the bin because they were beyond saving.
Erica who had first Adult Accident
Hi Erica, a Poop accident can be very embarrassing, but it's totally OK. Did your coworkers know that you had Pooped Yourself? What did you do when it happened? What did your coworkers say? We're they sympathetic. Or laughing. I've been there in that type of situation with Poop in my Pants also. Hey it certainly happens sometimes. No Biggie.
Paige
Responses
To Cloe: I feel so bad for you :( However I do want you to know that you are not alone and that pooping is a normal thing. I feel like I have to tell you that I have not pooped my bed in my adult life (yet) and therefor I feel like maybe I am wrong to answer you but I want to try and comfort you anyway. Cause it really is nothing to be ashamed of, YOU WHERE SLEEPING LIKE HOW WHERE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! (please read this with a joking tone because I am not yelling at you) I am not an expert but I think that it might just have happened. Like it could be a one time thing. A person close to me told me they had pooped the bed but that it only happened once. If it continues and you are distributed by it I think it would be smart to contact a doctor, though. You could also try to wear a diaper of you feel comfortable with that.
To Audrey: I am glad you found my story amusing. I might have a story from when I was a child but I don't know if i remember it so vividly. I must say that me and Mayas pooping experiences have made me more comfortable around her, so maybe there will be more in the future. My stomach has been acting up a bit lately so there is probably more stories to come :)
To Tiana: I applaud you! Sooo brave of you to poop in stalls like that and with the chance of students walking in as well. My hero!
I feel like I am posting really much here it's just that I think this site is really welcoming and you guys really help me out :)
Love,
Paige
Thursday, April 28, 2022
Thunder
Public Toilets
As avid readers would know I use a local public toilet regularly....not every day but certainly , on average a few times a week (occasionally more). I always sit there for a few minutes meditating and I check my emails and new feeds...often I check "toiletstool."
There are three cubicles and are unisex.
The locality is very quiet.
Not many females use these toilets and I was wondering if some ladies are avoiding them because they are unisex....what do you think?
Would you use unisex toilets?
James
Reply to Imogen - peeing vs. pooing
To Imogen - thanks for your question. Yes, it was only really poo that was a problem for me at school. There were lots of reasons why I wasn't very prone to wetting accidents - I didn't mind using the school toilets to pee, and the build-up of pressure in my bladder was always slower and more predictable than that in my bowels, where things could go from mild urge to desperation over a few short minutes. In infant school, it seemed like it was mostly the girls who had wetting accidents (whether as a one-off or frequently) and the boys who pooed their pants, but there was certainly a lot of overlap, and there was a boy in my reception class who was known for frequently making puddles until he grew out of it towards the end of that year. By secondary school, I could vary my walk home to go through fields that offered many convenient bushes, so there really wasn't much chance of being caught short.
As I wrote about last year, I didn't like the sensation of damp underwear but was usually OK with the feeling of soiled pants, although the fear of being found out was often huge, along with feeling bad about the fact that I hadn't managed to hold on. Damp underwear would go cold very quickly and felt clammy, whereas poo usually felt soft and stayed warm longer.
The other big difference for me with wee and poo accidents was that even if I got to the point of having a little bit of wee escape, I could almost always get control again and rush to the loo (or find a convenient tree or bush, as I also wasn't shy about peeing outdoors). This most often happened just as I was trying to undo my trouser buttons whilst really desperate to go, and I would sneak some tissue paper down the front of my pants to avoid it feeling cold. I don't remember ever fully wetting myself at school, or even having enough of a wee accident that it would have been visible on my trousers, but one of my friends did soak himself once when we were eight because he was coming down with flu and just couldn't hold on. No-one was mean to him as it was obvious he was poorly.
I did occasionally wet the bed until I was about nine, and I never liked the feeling of my wet pyjamas clinging to me when I woke up, or the embarrassment of putting my sheets in the washing machine where everyone (especially my little brother) would know about them. I would usually have a dream about finding a toilet or urinal and doing a huge wee there, and then wake up wet - this never happened with poo though. It was something that happened relatively often when I was very little (age four or so) and steadily got better as I got older.
I've never had a wetting and soiling accident at the same time - partly this was probably good luck, and partly it was because I would usually prioritise peeing even if I was in a situation where I also badly needed to poo, or had already messed my underpants. I could also hold onto my wee even when a poo was already pushing its way out. This meant an occasional poo accident whilst I was peeing at a urinal or outdoors - I've already written about a couple of these but there were other times when it happened when the school toilets were empty but I was feeling too anxious about sitting on them to do anything other than pee at the urinal. In those situations, if there was still no-one around and the poo was fairly firm, I would sneak into a cubicle and try to quickly empty my pants out after finishing my wee.
I did wet myself in an avoidable way a couple of times. The first time I barely remember - I was only four or five but had witnessed the kid I mentioned above wetting himself at school, and was curious about what it would feel like, so that weekend I waited until I needed to go and then tried to let it out whilst I was standing in the garden. I mainly remember that it was really hard to get it to start, it felt warm for about 30 seconds, and then it was just clammy and unpleasant. I told my mum I'd had an accident and she changed me without further comment, and I never tried anything similar again.
The second time was when I was twelve, and had had a very large poo accident on my way home from a friend's house. It was quite a loose poo, and the first round had come out just a moment before I left, whilst we were still sat playing computer games, so it had gone all the way up the front of my underwear as well as over my bum. We'd had a lot of orange juice to drink, and I was aware that I badly needed a wee when I finally got home (all of the poo had long since come out at this point - most of it just a minute or two into the walk). No-one was home, but I had to collect my usual clean-up kit before entering the bathroom - a few old plastic bags, some clean clothes and an old towel - and by the time I got there I was barely able to hold on. I would have normally just stood at the toilet and peed in it despite my messy underwear, but I realised that I couldn't as the whole of the front of my pants was filled with yellow-brown poo. I quickly stood in the bath, ready to take off my trousers and then peel off my pants, intending to quickly shower myself down and then do my wee down the plughole, but I just couldn't hold on and the whole lot came out whilst I was still fully clothed. The sensation of doing a large wee through a poo accident was kind of intense but not in a good way, as I felt it rapidly soak through my pants and run down my legs, and it meant that my trousers went from being barely stained to being soaked in a horrible mixture of wee and poo - at least everything was contained in the bath and could easily be washed away.
Although I didn't have any wetting accidents in my teens (or as an adult), I did have a few near-misses at university after drinking a few beers and then having to walk a long way home through streets that offered none of the opportunities for an al fresco pee that I'd been used to when I was at school. I did let a couple of small dribbles out once or twice, but again, nothing that anyone would have noticed.Veronica
Relieving constipation
Whenever Carl gets constipated and can't get his poo out I assist him in any way that I can. Sometimes we have to resort an enema, but when his constipation is not severe I put Vaseline on my finger tip and insert it into his asshole to help lubricate. This seems to work as when he grunts a thick log comes out with some effort from me rubbing his stomach. He likes laying down on a towel on days when moving his bowels is stressful. When he's done I wipe his bum and flush his shit down the toilet
Audrey
Paige: I loved the story about Maya using the trash can, do you have any more like that?
Rouge: my weirdest piss so far might be when I got stuck in my friend's attached garage and pissed on her car.
Mina Kazumi Hisae Maho: oh my! I'm so grateful to you for using those potties and posting your adventure! I wish I could have joined you!
Marie: Hey babe, its been a while, I hope you're doing okay! Looking forward to the changing room adventure ;)
Next generation of poopers: can't wait to learn what you've been up to!
Inspired by Juliet from France, my friend taped me to a chair and mad me poo on it, if anyone wants to hear that one I can share it.Paige
Peeing in front of my boyfriend?
Hi everyone!
Yesterday I was at my boyfriends apartment and while he was in the shower I got a desperate urge to pee. Like soooo bad. It kinda came out of nowhere. I crossed my legs and put my hand on my crotch squirming. I was sitting in his couch and it felt like I could not move. Despite that I got up and made my way over to the bathroom, potty dancing and stopping for the occasional clench. I knocked on the door and then stuck my head in asking him if he would be done soon. "Maybe 5 minutes or just a little longer then that, why do you ask? Can't get enough of me?" he said with a smirk as he peaked out from the shower curtain. I laughed as much as my bladder allowed me to and responded saying that I really need to pee and would appreciate it if he could hurry. "I will hurry. But if you really need to you can pee while I'm in the shower." He said with a gentle smile. I pressed in the pee that desperately wanted to come out with my hand and said that I could wait. He asked me if I was sure and said that he wouldn't look or listen. But I really did not want to pee in front of him. If it is ever going to happen it can definitely not be this early in the relationship i thought. We had been dating for about a month before we became exclusive and he has only been my boyfriend for like a little over 2 months. (I know that is kind of a long time but I need to be a lot more comfortable in order to pee or especially poop in front of another person) So I held on. I was not very successful though because I dribbled into my panties.I looked in the mirror and could see a wet spot in the bottom of my underwear. I knocked again and he said he was almost finished. I went into the bathroom and let him see me squirm. He looked at me with empathy and told me to just go already. I realised he was of course right. I blushed and pulled down my panties before sitting down. I immediately released a weak stream of pee (since I had been holding for so long) I was so embarrassed. It was very reliving though. Maybe it took away some of the magic? I don't know…
I have to go now my break is over.
Have a good one,
PaigeCloe
had an unexpected problem this morning and need some advice
So I had a rather alarming experience this morning....I'm 28 and it's pretty embarassing but I have a bit of a bedwetting problem. It's not as bad as my early teens when I would have to change the sheets 2 or 3 times a week, but I still wet myself in bed about once or twice a month, but only had to change my boyshorts (panties). I had a dream I was on the toilet. And well this morning I woke up to the usual feeling of wetness in my (white) boyshorts and on my sheets, but when I sat up I felt a gooey squishy under my butt. I leaned over and looked at the back of my boy shorts and they were stained dark brown! I was really worried about it because I had never messed myself in my life (well not including when I was really little) and i don't know why i messed my boyshorts in bed last night. My stomach has felt fine and i have been having bowel movements normally lately, so it has me concerned. I don't know if it has anything to do with bedwetting, because like I said I've been wetting my bed off and on my whole life and this has never happened. If anyone has an information for me or suggestions on why that could have happened i'd really appreciate it. i'm just really scared about messing my panties in bed again, it's bad enough that I still wet myself!Tlana
Closest toilet
Paige:
As a student and now working in a school as a teacher, I have an early morning crap. It's usually about an hour or hour and a half after I get up. That means I'm on the toilet at school before school starts pretty much every morning after I wheel into the parking lot. I don't sit until I'm ready to crap so since my craps tend to be soft, butt-on-seat time is usually 2 minutes or less. The faculty bathroom is way on the other side of the building, which is a 5 minute walk one way from my classroom. So I use the student bathroom just two doors down the hall. The place can get busy and dirty, and most of the privacy doors have been removed because of vaping and other abuses, but I guess I got use to the loss of privacy years ago. Some of my students are surprised to see me on the toilet, but when you gotta go you gotta go. My boyfriend doesn't get it. But I'm just kind of set in my ways. My department head said it is a win-win situation because the school is getting a bathroom supervisor for free during the morning hours.
Embarrassed Girl:
Away from school where there are latches or locks on stall doors I've had some trouble with them. I think that's also a reason why or administration has over the years not replaced privacy doors. Sometimes I think users who are bored will mess with the lock or latch while they sit. That boy that watched you and said those things was way out of line. His mom is responsible for the supervision of him. I feel she should have been more direct and emphatic with him.
Elvia:
I completely agree with you that any child, by age 8 or 9, should be able to go by themselves into a public bathroom regardless of gender. However, as a child care provider with more than 10 years experience, I have had a few single parent situations where they don't want their son, even at age 10, going into a park playground bathroom unaccompanied by an adult. That parent suggested that I walk the boy six blocks home to take his crap and then bring him back to his park activity. I have nothing against walking but I suggested a buddy system where two boys would go in pairs, drop the toilet seat twice, and do a double-flush to show they were OK. It worked fine.
David's question: in college are the female students as uninhibited as the males, especially in the morning? Definitely Yes! That is how I met my current boyfriend.Winnie
Pooh Bear
Yesterday before school started Dean and my boyfriend finally met and with his permission I asked him can I say his name on here. Tyson, So Tyson pick me up school and all plus him and Dean are both juniors but Tyson is 16 like me he summer baby I'm late summer baby when school started which made a sophomore, so with that being said yesterday I went over Tyson for homework studying, during our study I had to use the bathroom. I walk down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door and pulled down my pants and panties to my knees and sat down on the toilet peed a good amount. Wipe pull up my panties and pants wash my hands went back to studying. Tyson mom had some nice spring rolls ready and we ate some , on the last part of homework I knew that lunch was ready to get out of me. So I let Tyson know, so I get back to the bathroom and pulled down my pants and panties to my socks and sit on the toilet and open my legs some knowing that it's going to be really stinky so let loose a good 5 pieces of it and wipe a good amount. After being finished I pulled up everything felt good and empty and washed my hands and Tyson mom stopped me and talked with her a bit about
after that rejoined Tyson for homework. Stayed over for dinner with his parents and younger siblings. Well class just let out till next time, question for any one are you shy to poop at the person place who you dating if so why if you not why not, mine is why not it's a toilet and I enjoy being safe with my boyfriend and family
Paige
Thanks and a story
Oh my god! You guys! You are so sweet I did not expect so many replies! I saw M:s post first and thought it was the only one and that I could give a personal thanks but I got so many. I am so grateful and I read every single one! To be really honest with you I have been checking my phone all weekend to see if I got any replies hehe.
I saw a lot of responses about drinking coffee and making time to just sit on the toilet even if I don't have to go. I just recently started drinking coffee, and my oh my is it delicious! I don't drink it every day and never in the morning though. I haven't felt so much of a difference in my belly afterwards, although there was one time where I had to dash to the toilet just minutes after I had finished my coffee. It really got things moving. I have felt a little bit at times but not much, I usually drink decaf because I don't want to be up all night considering I drink it around like four most days, maybe that makes the effects less? During a longer time off work I usually get a somewhat regular toilet time which is awesome but it's always destroyed when I go back to work again.
I will try your tips! (I am going to have to get up really early tomorrow haha)
I thought I would share a story as a thanks. It happened on Saturday. I am on my period and that can sometimes make me gassy or give me liquid poo. I was at the mall with my boyfriend (it's quite new and I am really exited) when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I felt really gassy and walked over to an deserted section of the clothing store we where in to let go of some gas. It was really smelly and a bit loud but nobody was there to smell or hear it, thank god! I continued shopping but my belly only felt worse. I did not feel the need to poo but since this has happened a few times I am familiar with the cramps I had and I knew that they would go away if I went to the restroom. The poop that frees me from those sort of cramps is always mushy and runny. I hate those poops. I was debating whether or not I should go to the toilet since it is quite awkward and I did not want my bf to know. Then a sharp cramp hit me and I had to bend over to get trough it. I went over to my boyfriend and said that i needed to go to the restroom. He said okay and told me that he would tag along. I was panicking, if he went with me he would realise how much time i spent i there. So I said that it was okay and that he didn't have to but he insisted. We want down ti the restrooms and I went in to the ladies room and he waited outside and held my bags (so sweet). I went into a stall and to my luck the restroom was empty. That is like the best thing that can happen to a shy girl like me. I quickly pulled down my underwear and pants to my knees.At forts it was solid but then it was runny. I did wets farts which made poop squirt out. It was awful. Then somebody came in. I liked at my phone it had been 4 minutes already and I was so not done yet. The other person sat down i a stall pretty far away from mine and stared pooping immediately. This really helped me. I tried to ouch hard and poop poured out of me. It burned. I had some more in me but I had to get back to my boyfriend so i wiped and changed my period protection quickly. (I am really fast) I went back to him with no more cramps and felt a lot better! I said "sorry it took so long I am on my period and had to you know change my tampon and stuff". "stuff" hehe ;)
Just to answer the question from Gordonzola I usually don't use my phone or anything in the bathroom, I only do so if it is going to take a really long time. I might have to use it if I am going to be sitting on the toilet trying to poop for 15 minutes tomorrow morning haha.
Have a good one,
PaigeOh my god! You guys! You are so sweet I did not expect so many replies! I saw M:s post first and thought it was the only one and that I could give a personal thanks but I got so many. I am so grateful and I read every single one! To be really honest with you I have been checking my phone all weekend to see if I got any replies hehe.
I saw a lot of responses about drinking coffee and making time to just sit on the toilet even if I don't have to go. I just recently started drinking coffee, and my oh my is it delicious! I don't drink it every day and never in the morning though. I haven't felt so much of a difference in my belly afterwards, although there was one time where I had to dash to the toilet just minutes after I had finished my coffee. It really got things moving. I have felt a little bit at times but not much, I usually drink decaf because I don't want to be up all night considering I drink it around like four most days, maybe that makes the effects less? During a longer time off work I usually get a somewhat regular toilet time which is awesome but it's always destroyed when I go back to work again.
I will try your tips! (I am going to have to get up really early tomorrow haha)
I thought I would share a story as a thanks. It happened on Saturday. I am on my period and that can sometimes make me gassy or give me liquid poo. I was at the mall with my boyfriend (it's quite new and I am really exited) when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I felt really gassy and walked over to an deserted section of the clothing store we where in to let go of some gas. It was really smelly and a bit loud but nobody was there to smell or hear it, thank god! I continued shopping but my belly only felt worse. I did not feel the need to poo but since this has happened a few times I am familiar with the cramps I had and I knew that they would go away if I went to the restroom. The poop that frees me from those sort of cramps is always mushy and runny. I hate those poops. I was debating whether or not I should go to the toilet since it is quite awkward and I did not want my bf to know. Then a sharp cramp hit me and I had to bend over to get trough it. I went over to my boyfriend and said that i needed to go to the restroom. He said okay and told me that he would tag along. I was panicking, if he went with me he would realise how much time i spent i there. So I said that it was okay and that he didn't have to but he insisted. We want down ti the restrooms and I went in to the ladies room and he waited outside and held my bags (so sweet). I went into a stall and to my luck the restroom was empty. That is like the best thing that can happen to a shy girl like me. I quickly pulled down my underwear and pants to my knees.At forts it was solid but then it was runny. I did wets farts which made poop squirt out. It was awful. Then somebody came in. I liked at my phone it had been 4 minutes already and I was so not done yet. The other person sat down i a stall pretty far away from mine and stared pooping immediately. This really helped me. I tried to ouch hard and poop poured out of me. It burned. I had some more in me but I had to get back to my boyfriend so i wiped and changed my period protection quickly. (I am really fast) I went back to him with no more cramps and felt a lot better! I said "sorry it took so long I am on my period and had to you know change my tampon and stuff". "stuff" hehe ;)
Just to answer the question from Gordonzola I usually don't use my phone or anything in the bathroom, I only do so if it is going to take a really long time. I might have to use it if I am going to be sitting on the toilet trying to poop for 15 minutes tomorrow morning haha.
Have a good one,
Paige
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
James
Reply to Imogen - peeing vs. pooing
To Imogen - thanks for your question. Yes, it was only really poo that was a problem for me at school. There were lots of reasons why I wasn't very prone to wetting accidents - I didn't mind using the school toilets to pee, and the build-up of pressure in my bladder was always slower and more predictable than that in my bowels, where things could go from mild urge to desperation over a few short minutes. In infant school, it seemed like it was mostly the girls who had wetting accidents (whether as a one-off or frequently) and the boys who pooed their pants, but there was certainly a lot of overlap, and there was a boy in my reception class who was known for frequently making puddles until he grew out of it towards the end of that year. By secondary school, I could vary my walk home to go through fields that offered many convenient bushes, so there really wasn't much chance of being caught short.
As I wrote about last year, I didn't like the sensation of damp underwear but was usually OK with the feeling of soiled pants, although the fear of being found out was often huge, along with feeling bad about the fact that I hadn't managed to hold on. Damp underwear would go cold very quickly and felt clammy, whereas poo usually felt soft and stayed warm longer.
The other big difference for me with wee and poo accidents was that even if I got to the point of having a little bit of wee escape, I could almost always get control again and rush to the loo (or find a convenient tree or bush, as I also wasn't shy about peeing outdoors). This most often happened just as I was trying to undo my trouser buttons whilst really desperate to go, and I would sneak some tissue paper down the front of my pants to avoid it feeling cold. I don't remember ever fully wetting myself at school, or even having enough of a wee accident that it would have been visible on my trousers, but one of my friends did soak himself once when we were eight because he was coming down with flu and just couldn't hold on. No-one was mean to him as it was obvious he was poorly.
I did occasionally wet the bed until I was about nine, and I never liked the feeling of my wet pyjamas clinging to me when I woke up, or the embarrassment of putting my sheets in the washing machine where everyone (especially my little brother) would know about them. I would usually have a dream about finding a toilet or urinal and doing a huge wee there, and then wake up wet - this never happened with poo though. It was something that happened relatively often when I was very little (age four or so) and steadily got better as I got older.
I've never had a wetting and soiling accident at the same time - partly this was probably good luck, and partly it was because I would usually prioritise peeing even if I was in a situation where I also badly needed to poo, or had already messed my underpants. I could also hold onto my wee even when a poo was already pushing its way out. This meant an occasional poo accident whilst I was peeing at a urinal or outdoors - I've already written about a couple of these but there were other times when it happened when the school toilets were empty but I was feeling too anxious about sitting on them to do anything other than pee at the urinal. In those situations, if there was still no-one around and the poo was fairly firm, I would sneak into a cubicle and try to quickly empty my pants out after finishing my wee.
I did wet myself in an avoidable way a couple of times. The first time I barely remember - I was only four or five but had witnessed the kid I mentioned above wetting himself at school, and was curious about what it would feel like, so that weekend I waited until I needed to go and then tried to let it out whilst I was standing in the garden. I mainly remember that it was really hard to get it to start, it felt warm for about 30 seconds, and then it was just clammy and unpleasant. I told my mum I'd had an accident and she changed me without further comment, and I never tried anything similar again.
The second time was when I was twelve, and had had a very large poo accident on my way home from a friend's house. It was quite a loose poo, and the first round had come out just a moment before I left, whilst we were still sat playing computer games, so it had gone all the way up the front of my underwear as well as over my bum. We'd had a lot of orange juice to drink, and I was aware that I badly needed a wee when I finally got home (all of the poo had long since come out at this point - most of it just a minute or two into the walk). No-one was home, but I had to collect my usual clean-up kit before entering the bathroom - a few old plastic bags, some clean clothes and an old towel - and by the time I got there I was barely able to hold on. I would have normally just stood at the toilet and peed in it despite my messy underwear, but I realised that I couldn't as the whole of the front of my pants was filled with yellow-brown poo. I quickly stood in the bath, ready to take off my trousers and then peel off my pants, intending to quickly shower myself down and then do my wee down the plughole, but I just couldn't hold on and the whole lot came out whilst I was still fully clothed. The sensation of doing a large wee through a poo accident was kind of intense but not in a good way, as I felt it rapidly soak through my pants and run down my legs, and it meant that my trousers went from being barely stained to being soaked in a horrible mixture of wee and poo - at least everything was contained in the bath and could easily be washed away.
Although I didn't have any wetting accidents in my teens (or as an adult), I did have a few near-misses at university after drinking a few beers and then having to walk a long way home through streets that offered none of the opportunities for an al fresco pee that I'd been used to when I was at school. I did let a couple of small dribbles out once or twice, but again, nothing that anyone would have noticed.Roy M.
Close Call
Hi I'm Roy, been lurking around for some time now but after what happened tonight I felt like posting.
I was working on homework as I had several assignments due Monday. With the work load I wasn't really paying to my needs as I had a lingering need to poop. I soon felt the need to fart but rather than it being just a fart the beginnings of a turd poked out.
I made a mad dash to the bathroom with the turd slowly moving down and touching cotton. After getting inside I was able to get my pants and lime-green boxer-briefs down fast enough before the turd was fully out. The turd itself fell down to the toilet. After getting the rest of my poop out (a few small pieces for those who are curious) I checked my underwear only seeing a small barely noticeable skidmark in them.
I definitely got lucky there since there have been a few times where I wasn't so lucky.
G.H.
To Kaycha
Thats sad, I'm very sorry to hear you were treated that way. It is not something that one would do on purpose. We'll of course I want to share another story.
I told last time that she started wearing goodnites immediately after, when I think back she had another accident before she started wearing them. This was about a month after the first accident, she did not have any accident since the first. So she thought it was just this once.
This time i was with her. We went for a long walk in the neighbourhood. We walked for about an hour. On our way back just about 100 meters from her home, we bumped in to her two best friends. Me and her were fairly new at the time, she was really excited for me to meet her friends. We were all talking for about 10-15 minutes. Her friend kept on talking. Then suddenly with no warning at all, she just stood there and peed herself. You wouldn't believe how luckey she was, no one noticed!! Not even I. She was wearing dark jeans so it was barely visible. All I noticed was her interrupting her friend just saying, oh well nice to meet you but we gotta get going. I asked anything wrong? I looked at her she had tears running down her cheeks. She said I just wet myself big time. I looked back on the place that we stood and yes, there was a huge puddle on the ground. And her jeans Completely Soaked! She told me that she simply couldn't stop. The peeing just went on and on.
No, you are not alone.
I'll share another story next time
G.h.
M
Response to Paige
Hi there Paige! That's a great question and topic about having a regular time to go poo. I'm sure there are some websites you can check out that will give you some recommendations. I wasn't always a regular morning pooper but have been for the last 10 years at least. I have heard that morning is always the best time to poo. For me personally I think it started when I began drinking coffee every morning. I drink one cup a day and every single morning I'm on the toilet taking a huge shit after I'm done with my coffee. I think I really noticed this when my wife and I went to Vegas for our 10th anniversary and I was pooping at the same time very morning when we would get up. She would be in the bathroom putting makeup on and I'd be like "honey can you let me know when you're done in there" and she would laugh and joke with me about how I poop at the same time every day. My wife does not drink coffee and her pooping is kind of all over the place. Most of the time she'll poo in the evening but she will have the occasional morning dump even when we're on vacation. I'm not sure if you drink coffee or not but of not try drinking a cup as soon as you get up and see if it helps you. And I like to poop before I take a shower as well so I feel even cleaner. Have a good day Paige and I hope you can get on some sort of schedule.
Kaycha
So when I wake up in the morning, my diaper is wet but I usually need to go pee-pee again too. Sometimes so badly I pee-pee before I can get to the toilet. Once when I was about 15, I stumbled out of bed with my Good nite wet as usual. The damp bulge of the swollen material was obvious through my thin pajama bottoms. My bladder ached and I was dribbling a prrtty steady trickle by the time I got to the bathroom door. Locked. I could have cried. In fact I nearly did. I tried to hold but I just couldn't. I stood there, helplessly wetting in my diaper. At that moment my dad came out of the bathroom. He took in my teary eyes and the entire outline of my swollen pull up. Grow up already was all he said as I turned and walked back to my room in shame. Life. And response to G, plz do share more of your girlfriends potty problems. It'll be nice not to feel so alone for once. Thanks.Winnie
Pooh bear
Earlier today I went out shopping mall with my mom and stuff. So we ate pizza at the food court and all first , then did some shopping, so while in the department store my mom told me that she had to use the bathroom I said okay I can go myself. So we get there and I take my stall and she takes hers and I pulled down my sweats to my little past my thighs and sit on the toilet and I see my mom on the other hand shorts down to her ankles I take pee and I heard her moan and groan and kept saying oh no no no, and I rolled off some toilet paper and wipe and flush and pull up my sweats and go to the sinks and wash my hands and judging by seeing my mom through the divider she was taking diarrhea hard , so I told her that I see her when she done . Like half hour later she said that she lost weight and ready to go home afterwards. So I get my stuff and hers and we left and I drove us home.
Roy M.
Close Call
Hi I'm Roy, been lurking around for some time now but after what happened tonight I felt like posting.
I was working on homework as I had several assignments due Monday. With the work load I wasn't really paying to my needs as I had a lingering need to poop. I soon felt the need to fart but rather than it being just a fart the beginnings of a turd poked out.
I made a mad dash to the bathroom with the turd slowly moving down and touching cotton. After getting inside I was able to get my pants and lime-green boxer-briefs down fast enough before the turd was fully out. The turd itself fell down to the toilet. After getting the rest of my poop out (a few small pieces for those who are curious) I checked my underwear only seeing a small barely noticeable skidmark in them.
I definitely got lucky there since there have been a few times where I wasn't so lucky.
Embarrassed girl
Hi this is kind of a rant posting of something that happened today at the store I am a little upset about. I've seen posts here almost the same so I'm not the only one but I'm embarrassed. I was shopping and drank a lot of water before as I often drink a lot of cold water to help me wake up. I knew I wouldn't be there long so I thought it would not be a problem. I was wrong. Suddenly my bladder started feel full and I ignored it but minutes later I was desperate and couldn't wait. I nearly ran to the ladies room. Put my shopping basket down near the door of it. Rushed in and only a few others were in there washing their hands. Got into stall and I had trouble with the lock as it was hard to move, probably an old lock, so I just pushed the door closed. I didn't care as I had to pee bad. I yanked everything down and plopped myself on the toilet, spread my legs far apart as usual. I sighed relieved as I began peeing. Not a minute later a little boy pushed the door open and laughed at me. He squatted down for a few seconds to intently watch me peeing. It all happened so fast I said didn't your mother teach you manners stop looking and he said I see your peepee coming out and he walked closer into the stall, the toilet was kind of far from the stall door so I couldn't shut it on my own or even close my legs as I'd have to stand up and I was still going so I put my hand near my vagina to cover it and said go away, he went over and tugged at a woman's shirt who was washing her hands, guess it was his mom, and said that lady is peepeeing I can see it coming from her crack, she dried her hands and turned around to see me sitting there peeing and apologized and pulled him away, saying never look at a lady between her legs those are her private parts, and he said i saw yours before and it looked the same. she said you can't look at strangers privates, we will talk more about this when we get home. I tried hard to finish quickly because the door was open. I did, wiped myself and washed my hands. Did the rest of my shopping and went home embarrassed about it all. He was too old to be in there probably like 7 or 8
Ellison
Twenty Years Ago
This happened just over 20 years ago. The summer between 4th & 5th grades.
Mom didn't want me to get bored and I know she wanted some time off to do things with some of her friends who wanted to form a group to go out drinking and hit some concerts. This was like a week-long camp. Mom drove me and my friend Mandy the four hours necessary to get to the camp.
Just before we left home mom told Mandy to go to the bathroom one final time, and she made some joke about how I wouldn't be seeing a normal bathroom for a week. When Mandy came out the smell made it obvious about what had just happened in there. Although mom had given me a laxative the day before to clean out my system, I didn't see any need to go in and do a 10-15 minute sit while I practically gagged during the experience. I decided to fake mom out as I had done several times. Go in. Close the bathroom door. Count to like 30 or 40. Flush and wipe hands.
Mom said stuff that was embarrassing, I thought, as we loaded bags and stuff into the car. Mom reminded me and Mandy as we were loading to eat properly, drink lots of water, and not to get loaded with junk food because the toilets at camp are unusually different from school and anywhere else. When she saw me and Mandy sharing a 32-ouncer of Dr. Pepper, mom said by age 8 that we had gotten our bladders under control. Mandy whispered to me what mom would likely do if one of us had an accident. I made a cut-of-throat gesture just as mom turned to check whether my door was locked.
Mom in front and me and Mandy in the back seat. We had driven about 30 minutes when I did a pout look on my face and held my fist tight against my crotch. Mandy mouthed "me too." So we stopped at a rest stop, but not until after we went behind some really slow traffic. We thanked mom for stopping and we both made a good run up this hill to where there was a flag signaling toilets. We both got to the entrance about the same time. Luckily two of the middle stalls were open and both Mandy and I wasted no time in getting onto the stools. My seat was up and I dropped it just as fast as it took me to pull down my panties and jean shorts. My rear started firing off as fast as it could. Next to me I could see Mandy seated with her clothing on the floor. After a couple of minutes mom came in and did a really noisy pee a couple of toilets over. Then it was back to the road where we made two more pit stops, plus the time it took for her to pump a tank of gas. We learned she was pissed at my dad because he had been the last to use the car.
The week of camp was overall fun, somewhat because it was away from home and we got to do different things. What Mandy and I found, however, was that the toilets and shower areas were so different than anything us, as 8 year olds, had ever experienced. There were two bathroom buildings, each on a stone-based platform with a ramp leading up towards the middle where the boys went in to the left, and us girls went to the right. Each gender had about 10 toilets. There were no partitions between them. What there was included a funny looking toilet coming out of the wood. The seat of each was big enough to accommodate a 6-footer. They were so high that I don't think more than a couple of us could have had their feet on the floor as they sat and relieved themselves. The toilet bowls were made out of metal that was badly discolored. One of the big surprises was that each toilet seat was built into the metal unit. The seat was much too large for most of us and it was contoured with our tiny butts seated right in the middle. Each of the seats had been varnished or painted over a couple of times. As you sat your waste would drop far below you into a pit. We could tell the pit attracted a lot of bugs and the stench was beyond belief. To the right of each toilet there was a chain coming hanging from the ceiling. You would grab the end of the chain and pull it down until it was at about the level of your waist. Then you could hear your waste being dumped farther into the pit.
Mandy and I had to look for toilet paper as we were finishing up. It was on a huge roll to the right of your foot. You had to unroll what you needed and pull if off. We found that wiping from the toilet seat was the best option. At each end of the toilet trailer building there were two sinks for hand washing. There was one roll between the two sinks that had to be shared.
Mandy and I were both somewhat constipated when her mom picked us up after that week. We've never seen bathrooms like that in the 20 years since then.
Anna from Austria
@Paige Life long morning pooper here. Unfortunately I cannot tell you how I become a morning pooper. It just happened. Normaly my system reacts 1 to 2 hours after breakfast. it had always been that way. When drinking cofeee I need to go 30 min to 1 hour after that coffee. I used to smoke for few years in my mid teens so from 16 to 20 or 21 and they also helped to speed up the process.
But I am not really sure if is possible to change the inner clock of your body.
The only thing might help is coffee. If you are not a avid coffee drinker try to start drinking coffee in the morning on empty stomach. It might help. But coffee does not affect the bowels of everyone though. It works on mine quite reliably but I also know some people who are not effected by coffee in the slighest way.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Winnie
Pooh Bear
To Paige : I have kinda poop schedule but it all depends what I decided to eat.
Dairy has me on the toilet within a hour or depending how much I ate of it , if consumed at school like a hour after eaten it.
But normally if I eat lots of sweets my stomach will hurt on hours but not ready to poop yet but I know that I will before the evening time,
Bad food, can make me poop any given moment
Dinner I can poop before bed or wake up to poop
I poop solid slime but not to messy but sometimes yes, I guess it's really up to your body if I could I wish I could poop like horses lol
Winnie
Pooh Bear
Quick story about my Thursday pooping at school. When I got to the bathroom I was in line I got some love for my skirt whole outfit really, so when I got a stall I asked girl behind me did she had to pee cause I'm going be more than 5 minutes, she said no holding her stomach. I went In my stall closed the door locked it and hang my backpack . I lowered my skirt and panties down to my knees and sat down began to pee and poop at the same time and the girl behind me took stall next to me I see she pulled down her shorts and panties to her ankles and sat down on the toilet. By 8 minutes gone by 5 of us girls were still on the toilet having great poops, just full of splash's, that drew attention to the assistant principal in the bathroom cause all five us girls are in the same class. So she asked if we were all okay and we were just major pooping time for us. It just so thrilling to be around fellow pooping girls it makes me feel comfortable. So we all meet up at the sink and cool thing is my boyfriend cousin in my class and we talk , she really cool down to earth, black hair medium complexion full figure like 5'6 a lot of guys want and girls. But that's all right now I'm going eat breakfast now and get back to virtual class afterwards bye bye for now
Kristi
To Paige
Kristi here. Sitting down and relaxing for what should be a nice dump.
Paige, my advice for being regular is this:
1. Fiber in your diet. This is a big one. You'll poop more frequently at first but eventually you'll get on a schedule. Coffee can help too.
2. Sit on the toilet at the time of day you want to go at. If you want to be a morning pooper, sit down in the morning even if you don't feel like you've gotta go. Your body might surprise you. But don't force the issue. If nothing's happening after 15 minutes, just get up and then go when you have to go.
We're all different. I poop most mornings and most evenings. But sometimes I don't go in the morning.
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Gordonzola
Regular
Paige
You need to make time each day. First of all have some breakfast with coffee or tea, whichever you prefer, although coffee is said to give the best results.
Then do whatever you usually do, watch TV, read, play games on your laptop etc, but give the breakfast time to work it's way down a little. Then after say ten or fifteen minutes go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. If you don't initially feel the urge don't worry, but take something to read, or play with, like your phone. Allow ten to fifteen minutes, during that time you may get a result, or you may not. If not get up and carry on with your day. But do the same thing a few days running and you could find your body responding.
Before mobile phones reading on the toilet was common . Who still does this, or do you all take your tablet/phone, or nothing?Thunder
Update...Not Exciting
Dear Readers
I have been visiting my public toilets and sometimes the fella from AustraliaPost pays a visit for a poo.
Yesterday I noted he pulled up his van but remained in it and I went an took my cubicle....soon I hear the adjacent cubicle door close preceded by foot steps which sounded like a man.....I was a little backed up and started grunting and he did the same...I got success but left before him.
I visited this morning but I was the sole attendee.
Now to Paige...I use to be very regular but not so now due to a neurological condition. I suggest you have a sit on the toilet after breakfast and do it every day. Sometimes I go and sometimes I do not. I am hopeful the bidet (if funded) and its enema function will help me a bit.
Having said all that the fact that I do not have a regular time now does not bother me too much...I just go when needed and that is the relationship I have with my bowels.
Thunder
Suppository
I am sitting on the toilet right now after inserting two suppositories. I tried to hold back the urge but went in my disposable, incontinence undies. Have put them in a plastic bag and will dispose of them. I have had quite a good shit… I will give a bit of a wipe then jump in the pool.
Kamdyn
Concert Travels
Me and my friend Bryce, who is also a college student, drove 100 miles recently for a concert. It wasn't hard getting to that city because the Interstate made it easy. Or so we thought.
Bryce, who I really like, likes to jab laughs from really dated and bad jokes. See and I've written about this before, I have a smaller bladder. If I down 20 ounces of soda, that could mean 3 or 4 extra stops. Unfortunately, I drink too much coffee in the morning my first "leak" is going to come about an hour later. OK, I had to make 3 pee stops on the way to our concert arena. Of course, Bryce didn't have to make any stop until we got in the arena. I don't know how I can feel comfortable about his appetite for humor. I had to go for the 4th time. I got it over with and back to our seats. Unfortunately, he didn't have any problems. He found me with my feet up, faking sleep when he came back. As usual he had complaints about constipation and having to sit on a dirty public seat, and how easily the city gets away with so little maintenance. And he was blowing off about having had to sit on a public seat. My thought was "whatttttt?"
Every day I have 4 or 5 pees as I go about my business of taking classes on a college campus, putting in 3 or 4 hours of work at my part-time job, and do the other things that normal people do. Just an hour ago I had a pretty decent crap at a gas station. That might have been brought on by how high the prices are and how hard it is to be a college student on a fixed income. Or a running crap two days ago when I was in a traffic jam and all the vehicles had to wait until police got there. They had dozens of us back our cars up and into a downtown alley and we had to change direction due to a fire emergency. My laxative was ready to work and I was so desperate to get on a toilet. My final decision was to detour on a side street where it was dark as hell. My thinking was I could park, turn off the car lights and use my driver's side door to partially shield me as I squatted over and shit my brains out.
I had had exactly no practice on this during my 20 years on earth. I got frustrated because I couldn't shift my weight the way I wanted to. I stumbled backwards twice when my hand slipped off the rear view my. I was holding the back of my dress up with my other hand. The cinders on the street and how my high heels would throw me off almost caused me to fall backwards twice. I spread my legs a little wider and with my body laying against the partially open driver's door I gave a hefty push that gave me the total cleanout I had expected. I think I even pee-ed a little because I always have in such nervous situations.
I drove to an all-night diner that I had forgotten was pretty close. I marched right to the bathroom in back and cleaned myself for about a half-hour. I've always felt guilty just going into a business, using their bathroom, and then running out without paying for anything. I figured coffee would keep me up most of the night so I bought a hot chocolate and took off in my car to get home as soon as possible. When I got back to my dorm almost every toilet and showering booth was taken.
While I was waiting for a showering room to open I was still in a bad mood because I had taken off several pieces of clothing with crap and pee on, plus I had to clean my body. Bryce had been texting me and I told him I'd talk about it over hot coffee in the morning. Then something came up on his end in the morning and he wasn't able to keep
our "date." That was probably good because he doesn't realize how lucky he is to be alive!Elvia
Response to Vincene
I think that by 8 or 9 most children should be able to go by themselves regardless of gender. If they can't, something's wrong. My son was going on his own in public without incident while he was still 7.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Quick story, about to dismiss from class and I will be going to the bathroom I need to poop and pee had a good breakfast this morning bf got me muffins and OJ apples slices . So I wearing my blue skirt and crocs and white shirt feels amazing outside and last night I got to poop before bed afterwards I took a shower well that's all for next time I post about it
Paige
How do I poop on time?
I have been reading a few of your stories now and I am already starting to get more comfortable. Thank you all for being so open!
I have one question, how do you get a regular bathroom schedule? Like how do you become a morning pooper for example? I feel a little bit awkward getting into my own habits but I am not very regular to say the least. I would really like to have a set out time. It would be really convenient for me.
Hope you are all well,
Paige
PS. feel free to ask me any questions :) I might be a little bit awkward but that is totally on me and I really need the practice.
Abbie
Latest news
Hi everyone, I thought I'd do a quick update as I had a few spare minutes.
David P- glad to hear you had a successful poo at work and relieved your constipation at the B&B, I look forward to your next story.
Sofie- sorry to hear you dropped your clean underwear in the toilet- that sounds like exactly the sort of thing I would do!! I guess your right, I'm really lucky I have several close friends I can be really relaxed around when it comes to using the toilet, when I'm having a hard poo its alot easier if I have someone there to help me through it! Its a shame Gabriella wasn't able to tell you she wanted a poo, maybe next time your with her you could say that you need to go for a poo (even if actually you don't), if she comes to the loo with you you could strain for a bit and then comment on the way out that you couldn't have a poo because your a bit constipated- obviously if you really did want a poo you could just go! At least that way you get an excuse to mention it (even if you don't really need a poo) and Gabriella will see that your completely relaxed about discussing toilet needs and hopefully that will encourage her to be more open next time she wants a poo. I hope you can post again soon!
Anyway, back to me, theres not much to report at the moment, I still only seem to want a poo every 2 or 3 days, I'd love to get back to going every other day (as good as it gets for me!) but no matter how well I eat or how much water I drink it just doesn't seem to be happening. Fortunately although my poos have been big and fat recently there not too hard and dry, so even though I have to push quite hard to get them to come its been alot worse in the past. I went for a poo yesterday so it'll probably be another couple of days before I need to go again. I'll update you when I have some more news, Lucys cousin Lydia and her friend Annabelle are coming round to stay this weekend so I'm sure I'll have a story to share after they've gone!!
Rouge
Awkward places to pee
Hi everyone,
I've lurked this site for a long time and finally decided to post.
A few years back I had to do door to door work to pay the bills and one of the rules with my employer was you couldn't ask people to use their bathrooms. For me that meant the odd occasion of having to find a park/patch of trees after dark to relieve myself.
On one occasion I wasn't able to go before it was time to go home. At the bus stop I knew I wasn't going to make it home, so I went behind part I knew would be out of view, undid my fly and let it go. By that point my bladder was rock hard and it took almost a minute to empty it. Thankfully I never hot caught going this but I was always afraid of that happening.
So, I ask: what is the weirdest place you've had to pee, how did you get there, and what happened after?
Kermit
to Lexi: extreemly stinky poos
Hi Lexi,
thanks for the thanksgiving story. It reminded me on my sister-in-law. She only poops once a week. She said that somehow our location makes her poop. And while the stinks from all the other people including my family taking a dump at our place, her dump smells far more stronger and seems to stay alonger in the air.
Kermit
So yes, there seems to be something that makes the poop of some people stink much stronger than others.
Erica
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Princess Opal: thank you for the birthday wish!
To unnamed poster: that has been the only accident I've seen Ron do. Although he's told me about accidents he's had in the past