sarah
gas station morning dump
this story happened on the weekend. i got home late the night before doing rides and forgot to get gas. by late morning at 11 i noticed i needed to get gas. i was already out for the day so i finished my current ride and went offline. i stopped at the gas station. when i got out of my car i suddenly really had to take a shit right then. i quickly went inside and found the bathroom. it was a small single person bathroom and nobody was in it. the bathroom smelled a bit but was mostly clean. i papered the seat pulled my jeans down to my ankles and took a seat. i decided to relax and savor the shit. i relaxed and the poo began to poke out right away. i stayed seated and after a short moment of nothing it began to slowly edge out. it felt really good as it came out. it started getting harder to pass so i shifted a few times to help it along. while i was doing this i heard someone try the door. i still wanted to enjoy my shit so i did not hurry but my shit began to speed up. when half was out the rest quickly slid out. i then pushed out a few softer small pieces and farted three times when i was done. i had to take a piss so i did. i then wiped myself. it was a hefty shit and almost did not flush and left a skid. i stunk up the bathroom too. when i came out there was a woman who looked a bit older than me waiting. she went in the bathroom. the line for the cash register was long now and it took a few minutes. the woman was still in there so i think she had to take a morning dump too.
Emma two
Good poo
I came home from work on Friday evening dying for a poo as I'd been holding it all day and when I got into the bathroom I quickly pulled my jeans down together with my knickers and sat on the toilet with a thump and relaxed. A couple of seconds later I felt my poo coming out and I pushed gently. It was big and it hurt a little bit as my bottom stretched around it. I kept pushing as the poo grew to six inches before it broke away and I pushed again until another six inches broke off and I still had to go so I pushed again until the last few inches plopped into the toilet and I felt so relieved. I wiped myself and flushed the toilet feeling two pounds lighter. I washed my hands and left the bathroom as Sarah came home. She said she had to pee and when she got into the bathroom she remarked about the smell and apologised for that as I'd just had a really good poo and she might want to leave it for a while. Sarah said she was going to wet herself so she didn't have time to go wait and she went in and had a long and relieving wee.
Emma two
Poo in the woods with Sarah
I went out for a walk in the woods with Sarah on Sunday morning and of course I had to poo and so did Sarah. The only problem was there were a few people around and we couldn't find anywhere private enough to go so we spent half an hour looking for a place to go where we wouldn't be seen. Everywhere we looked there were people around and we were thinking of giving up and going home but Sarah was getting desperate and as so was I so we decided to keep looking in the hope we'd find somewhere before it was too late. After an hour of walking we found a nice secluded spot and not a second too soon by the way Sarah was holding her bottom. I was just as desperate and we pulled our shorts and knickers down and squatted opposite each other. Sarah had a lot of lose poo and I did a couple of more solid poos and it was such a relief. I wiped myself using the toilet roll Sarah had in her bag and I was surprised she was still going. Her poo was more solid now and by the time she finished I was amazed at the size of the pile she'd made. She wiped her bottom and pulled her clothes up and we left before anyone came along feeling so much better.
Kenna
Re: Lavah
Hey Lavah! I hope you are doing well! Hopefully you have been finding it easier to poop since your last post! I feel bad for you too the way you describe your bowel movements :( yes josh has been struggling alot lately to go unfortunately! We have had a crazy summer so our schedules are all over the place so its been very hard for him to stay "regular" and he gets pretty backed up. Its definitely been a chore to get some of his poops moving but ill gladly sit by him and help him until he finally goes! Have you and nathan had to help each other poop any more?
Sarah S
Questions for Martin
I was wondering if I could ask you some questions Martin, about your situation, because I can understand and sympathize with why it would stick with you having to take some stinky poops in front of friends and family.
1. Did you ever ask anyone in the bathroom to leave when you were pooping?
2. Did anyone in the bathroom ever specifically comment on the smell or did you notice it yourself?
3. Did anyone in the bathroom comment on anyone else to do with your pooping?
4. Was it just pooping that bothered you or was it anything else (the noises you made, farts, peeing etc.)
5. Did you poop at school or in public growing up, and if you did it, was it to avoid those embarrassing intrusions.
6. Did you ever talk to those people nowadays about them being in the bathroom?
7. Did you ever go into the bathroom while they were pooping?
8. How did those people get into the bathroom was there a lock on your door you could have used?
9. Did you talk to that girlfriend about your experiences you had, and did she encourage you to poop with her around, did you tell her you had to poop?
10. Did you think your poops were stinkier than other people and is that what caused you embarrassment?
Thanks and look forward to your answers and hope you feel better about it and thanks for sharing
Vincene
Sam's log survey
1. Where did you last poop?
Fast Stop Gas & Smokes
2. Time and day of poop?
7:15 a.m. on August 2 just off the radial highway on my way into work.
3. What did you read, if anything?
Graffiti carved into the privacy door of the single-stall unisex toilet.
4. How long did it take you to poop?
Less than 10 minutes and that included 3 or 4 separate flushes.
5. Were you shameful?
Used up at least 1/4 of the toilet paper roll cleaning myself. I'm not sure the pipe below the toilet was performing at full capacity.
6. Did it smell?
Some, but to mitigate it while I'm sitting and dumping I will do 2 or 3 separate flushes to cut the odor and chance of a drain clog. This was something my mom taught me to do about 25 years ago. That makes sense.
She also taught me to line the seat with toilet paper before I seat myself. That makes no sense and I don't do it.
7. Did you enjoy it?
Yes. And by not shitting at the apartment I share with my boyfriend he can sleep in and not be disturbed by the noises. The walls between our bathroom and bedroom are really cheap and thin.
8. How far did you pull your pants and underwear down?
Since there was a full privacy door and a somewhat decent latch, my jeans and thong fell to the floor.
9. Any other comments or interesting things?
The father and his young son were very complimentary about how fast I got done and the fact that I thoroughly flushed and washed my hands. He said I was a good role model.
Monday, August 08, 2022
David P
Constipation getting better
David P here, A quick update first some comments and a survey reply for Sam.
Kenna: really enjoyed your story, I totally get how your boyfriend felt as I get constipated too, it sounded a really hard poo he had, it was also nice to see your close bond and that you can help each other out. Do you ever get constipated yourself and your boyfriend returns the favour?
Now onto survey
a) Where you last pooped?
At home
b) Date/Time you last pooped?
Yesterday and today
c) What you read if anything
My phone
d) How long you took you to poop?
20 minutes
e) Were you shameful?
No
f) Did it smell?
Yes
g) Did you enjoy it?
Yes I did as I have been constipated for a while and I am finally getting it out
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today?
As far down as possible for more comfort when straining
i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story?
Just that it seems that things are now getting better for me constipation wise, it was really hard to push my turds out and they hurt but they got softer and easier to pass.
So onto my quick update, I have been pretty badly constipated do read my last couple of posts. But things seem to be getting better, I got the urge to poo again yesterday and it took me 20 minutes to strain out two turds, it was hard work but I forced my way through it as I just didn't want to be constipated anymore. Also today I had another urge to open my bowels, the first turd was really hard and knobbly and must have been left over from my last attempt somehow. It made a really loud sploosh as it hit the water. I felt more up inside me so bore down again but the next poo was actually much softer and smooth, it sploshed twice as it broke into two as it fell from my bottom. It really stunk bad. I felt empty so wiped my bum but didn't need much wiping as it was still dry. I was really happy to have opened my bowels and that my poo is getting softer and easier to get out. I think the blockage must be over now so my poo should be softer now hopefully.
Lorenz
Camping experience with 4th graders
A couple of weeks ago Melany and I took up an offer from our university to serve as supervisors for a 4th grade summer camp sponsored by a civic organization. Our expenses were fully paid, plus we got a stipend for our time. The camp lasted a week, but staff had to arrive three days earlier for training. The trip was 3.5 hours each way so Melany and I divided up the driving. About half way there Melany was the first to call for a potty break. I directed her into a huge truck stop. It had a whole billboard devoted to its shower facilities. She said her older sister had used those facilities on one of her first dates because Lisa was too inexperienced to ask the guy to stop so she could use the toilets. She ended up doing both ends in her clothing and it cost her like $10 to use the shower and laundry there. Of course, that threw off her budget and I lent her school money for her lunches. I had never heard that both-ends term before and Melany said she too doubles up on the toilet. One sit for both a piss and crap can be done in two minutes, she said. I timed her, she used 2:10 so she had obviously been holding it and planning it.
About a half hour later with me behind the wheel I told Melany I didn't think I wanted to chance it getting to the campsite without a pee pit stop. She likes to tease me because she's a year older and has had more experiences than me, if you know what I mean. I had tan cotton shorts on, almost brand new, and she asked for my plan to keep them from being splattered. Of course, I knew what she meant. She's seen urinal splashback on me before. I also hate to admit it, but a couple of times, she found that when I sit for a shit, I'm pushing so hard that I get pee dribble because I don't, as she calls it, "tuck Tucker in." Sometimes I get a dribble circle the size of a half dollar in my briefs. Sometimes I also get a partial erection.
With about 100 campers, ages 9 and 10, Melany and I were assigned to 20, almost an even split between genders for toilet times, dining hall and some gender-specific craft and recreation activities. Much of each day was devoted to group activities such as swimming, softball, some rafting on a nearby pond, and nature hikes. The boys I had were triple bunked and there were a couple of cases of wetting the bed. Melany had a girl who had forgotten to bring her subscription for a laxative and Melany had to drive her to a nearby town to get the prescription refilled. This was the first time the girl had traveled and Melany had to spend time with this girl who had no experience in using large bathrooms away from home. The girl was sometimes 10 or 15 minutes late to activities because Melany stayed with the girl who was traumatized by a simple pee.
Both me and Melany agreed that the bathrooms were pretty crude. Each gender's bathrooms we in an old wooden building at the top of three or four stairs. I almost fell through the wood on one step and by the end of the week the step had come apart. In the guys' room the toilets were wooden, a large hole was drilled into the wood for each user to sit on. I got a couple of slivers on my butt from moving around too much. There was no privacy and there must have been 10 to 12 toilets in each building. Each user sat about a foot from the others. You'd crap, reach behind you where there was a wheel of toilet paper on the wall, and you would wipe. Most of the guys had to stand to wipe. Across the back wall there was a long water pipe and the pipe, about 6 inches from the ceiling, had a chain that would be pulled behind each toilet. That would produce a gurgle or two that sometimes sounded like an explosion which was the flush. There were two horse-trough urinals against the wall opposite the toilets. These were made out of metal and looked like something military troops would have used. Some of the boys had to stand on their tip-toes in order to get their penis onto the metal and piss into the trough. Some of my boys simply sat for their peeing. Melany was surprised that the girls facilities, like the guys', had no regard to differences in user size. She said the toilets were very uncomfortable and were worse than portable toilets. I know she took laxative tablets a couple of times and she borrowed my car to drive about 10 miles into a town where she used a park toilet to move her bowels.
One of the toughest jobs I had was supervising the boys in the shower building. It was one of the newest buildings, but with only 5 or 6 showerheads, several dozen campers had to stand in line and wait. That led to several scuffles and a couple of fights. I fell and hurt my knee breaking up a fight among three boys that got into it over the shower water being too hot. One boy hit his head on the wall and I had to carry him outside.
Both Melany and I got back from our camping experience physically drained and constipated. We stopped at that truck stop on the way back and took a refreshing shower After a good night's sleep Melany was finally able to clean out her bowels. Both of us knew while getting away from campus was good, the experience at the camp was something we didn't want to do again.
Camp survey:
Name:
Age:
1. Were you at a camp with or without your parents. If not your parents, who supervised you?
2. How were the bathrooms different than the ones you were accustomed to at your school, around your city, or at home?
3. Did you think about going to the bathroom outside in the wilderness?
What would have happened if you had been caught?
4. If you were with friends, did you look out for one another and perhaps shield them from being seen going to the bathroom by other campers.
5. How did you get away from the others and gain your privacy while going to the bathroom outdoors?
6. Have you ever doubled-up (used a toilet for both pee and crapping in a single sit)? How did that work? How long were you seated?
My answers:
Lorenz
Age 20
1) I was with my parents. The camp was at a state recreation area.
2) They were about the same as the ones at school, only that the lighting and smell were horrendous.
3) I did most of my pees outside. Sometimes in some rough terrain where I knew I wouldn't be disturbed. I don't know what the penalty would have been, but I saw others walking around with toilet paper in their hands and I figured they had the same idea.
4) There was a group I observed from behind a big tree on a hill where a girl was learning to squat-go and other girls surrounding her were shielding her and cheering her on. Some guy from another direction yelled out a couple of vulgar words at her as he ran away.
5) I remember a couple of times I lied to my parents about where I was going when I walked away from them on the trail. But I wanted to avoid my mom questioning me about how my bowels were working. I was 15 at the time and wanted to be more independent.
6) I few times when I was traveling with my parents and didn't want my dad to have to make a special stop for me too many times because he would fall behind his travel schedule on the Interstate. I both peed and pooped in the toilet and was back in the car within 5 minutes.Stephanie
Another accident
Hi again. I'm back with another story to share. My last one was from when I was 15 years old and had diarrhea during a math exam. With about 30 minutes to go, I completely pooped diarrhea into my light blue full cut panties and jeans. My best friend Megan also had an accident when she bled through her pants during the exam because her period was really heavy.
Well, my post today is about an accident that I had this past week on Thursday. For the second time in less than a month, I pooped my pants.
On Thursday my husband Chris had to go out of town for meetings so he wasn't able to drop me off at work because he had to leave earlier than normal. That meant that I had to take the bus to work which normally isn't that big of a deal. It's about a 25 minute ride on the bus and then another 10 to 15 minute walk to my work from where the bus stop is.
I decided to wear a light pink blouse as well as a pair of snug fitting light grey dress pants that make my bum look amazing. Underneath I wore a pair of white and pink checkered hipster panties that had lacing around the waist and leg holes. Chris always loves it when I wear this because of how it makes my bum and legs look. It drives him kinda wild.
Chris left first and then about 15 minutes later I left for the bus. I went to the toilet before I left and was able to empty out my bowels. At least I thought they were empty.
I was feeling fine as I walked to the bus stop. I had to wait a few minutes for the bus and right as it came I could feel some mild cramping start up. I was able to sit on the bus but the cramps were getting worse but the minute. I stood up when my stop was close and rang the bell. The cramps were just unbearable and I let out a fart that bubbled out of me. It felt really wet and I knew that I was in trouble.
I got off the bus and stood there with my bum cheeks clenched for dear life as my bowels cramped up even more. I let out another fart which was wetter than the first one and could feel a load of mushy diarrhea want to come out. I had no other choice but to start walking to work. It wasn't easy going at all. I was doing that stiff-leg walk in a futile attempt not to make a massive mess in my pants. I couldn't help it though, I just had to go so badly. I tried walking quicker but that only made my need to go that much worse. I could see my building and could only think of the sweet relief that I could get if I was there. It felt like a mirage really, as I hurriedly shuffled on. I couldn't hold it back. I had another bad cramp and some mushy poop started leaking out of my clenched bum cheeks. I had to stop walking to try to regain some control. People from my work were driving by me so I pulled out my phone to look as though I was busy on it and not standing there pooping my pants. It was no use. My bowels wanted relief and they wanted it that very second. Then it happened…. I uncontrollably pooped my pants. It's something that has happened to me many times throughout my life, but it's still a completely helpless feeling when it does happen. I started walking again, this time with the mess spreading all through my panties. I could feel it swishing between my bum cheeks and going up my back. I tried my best to walk normally but it was though with a big load in my underwear. I finally got to work and did my best to put my bag behind me to cover my bum.
I grabbed my lab coat and went into the ladies room. I checked out my bum as I walked by the mirrors and could see that the mess was leaking through my pants, between my bum cheeks and up my back already. I got into a stall and carefully pulled down my pants I took them off completely and hung them on the coat hook on the door. I then very carefully pulled down my panties and they were a wreck. Unfortunately I didn't have any extra panties or pants to change into. I cleaned them out the best I could then pulled them up and put my pants back on. Luckily my lab coat covered my bum, so I wore it all day long. I didn't sit directly on it as I didn't want to stain the back of it.
I was really wishing that Chris wasn't out of town. Megan was also away as she and her husband were on holidays, so I didn't have anyone who I could call for help, or even a ride home to get cleaned up and changed. I was way too embarrassed to say anything at work as well, plus it was really busy anyway.
I was still feeling pretty rough all day long and had diarrhea a few more times. I actually lost some in my panties again, but it didn't really matter since they were messed up already anyway.
Fortunately Chris was back from his meetings in the afternoon and was able to pick me up from work. I kept my lab coat on since I didn't have anything else to wear to cover up the stains on my bum. I got into his car and he asked me how my day was. I started crying and told him what happened. He felt really bad for me and helped me get cleaned up when we got home.
I ended up getting my period on Thursday evening. It was light to begin with but on Friday it got really heavy. I leaked through my pad at work and stained my pink full cut panties. I bled through my jeans as well.
I still have more stories from my past, but it's not like I am always pooping my pants. I've had maybe two or three accidents a year since I was 14. I'll post my second one from when I was 15 next time.
StephanieAnna from Austria
Hi everyone. I have no big story this time just a funny observation.
I was having some drinks with 2 of my lady friends last weekend at one of the friends appartment.
Shortly before leaving I had to pee so I went to bathroom in my friend'appartment. While peeing i say some matches lying on the toilet paper holder. I was puzzled because my friend not smoking and even if she did smoking while sitting on the toilet was a bit weird.
I was rather tipsy at that time already so the first thing was when I come back from the toilet was asking her right away in front of the other friends about the matches.
She told me right away that lighting a match is good way to get rid of the smell after having a bm. Me and my other friends where puzzled about that because we never heard about that before.
Luckily everybody was tipy at that point so nobody felt embarrased about that toilet talk.
And to be honest I am curious to find out if the matches method of my friend is really working.
I might try it out next weekend. From monday to friday as a morning and after lunch pooper I always need to go at work but at my day of the chances are hight that I need to when I am at home.
that's it for today
greetings from Austria
AnnaSam
Pooping in Public bathrooms food courts in the mall
Hey all!
Tell everyone about your poop today (Poop log):
Here is my latest poop experience
a) Where you last pooped? Union Station public bathrooms by the food court
b) Date/Time you last pooped? Yesterday morning around 10:12am
c) What you read if anything? Not really, just checking my phone
d) How long you took you to poop? About 10-15 minutes
e) Were you shameful? Nope
f) Did it smell? Nope
g) Did you enjoy it? Yes
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today? I had my black jeans & my Hanes Gray boxer briefs down around my ankles
i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story?
Here is my latest bathroom experience that I was traveling back home to NC and felt the urge to poop before I catch my train. I found some public bathrooms in the food court area in Union Station. I entered the Men's room. Bathroom was empty. I took the middle stall out of five.
Shortly after I entered the stall I unbuttoned my black jeans and pulled them down to my ankles followed by my Hanes Grey Boxer Briefs. Bathroom wasn't busy that I was the only one pooping in the bathroom. I peed and farted few times. After 10-15 minutes I was done and pulled up my black jeans & underwear and left the stall after flush the toilet.
Another old story I want to share that few years ago I checked out American Dream Mall with a friend of mine. By the time we got to the food court I felt that urge to poop. I told my friend that I was going to the bathroom and I meet up with him later. I went to the Men's room and the bathroom was busy. I took an empty stall and I took off my coat and placed it on the hook inside the stall.
Then I unbuttoned my jeans & pulled my blue jeans & boxer briefs underwear down around my ankles and sat down on the toilet. I knew this could be a slow moving poop. At least two other guys was in the bathroom that they also had their pants & underwear down around their ankles. One of the workers from the mall followed me and took the first stall next to me and he pulled down his pants and underwear down around his ankles. At one point all the bathroom stalls in the Men's room was occupied by men pooping that we all had our pants & underwear around our ankles. I peed, pooped,farted. I spend around 20 minutes in the bathroom pooping that early afternoon around lunch time. Felt better and pulled up my jeans and underwear and flush the toilet and left the bathroom.
Have many more stories to share soon.Sofie
Hey everyone, I'm back!
Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long, I got super busy with school at the end of the year and then I was on a study abroad trip to London which was amaaazing (lots of stories to tell about that later!) But even though I haven't had time to post, I have been thinking of all of you and reading lots of your updates.
In case anyone has joined the site since I last posted I should reintroduce myself quickly! I'm Sofie, 17 cis girl, and I started posting here to see if anyone else shared my problem with not always being able to wipe perfectly clean after pooping, and sometimes getting stained panties or thongs as a result. I was SO glad to learn that I wasn't the only one, and to hear from awesome women like Skidmarked in Seattle (Jenny) and Abbie.
Abbie - I don't know where in the UK you live but when I was in London and had to use public restrooms, any time I heard a girl struggling and straining to poop it made me think of you and hope that you are doing okay with your constipation!
I got quite constipated during my first couple weeks of study abroad, which was quite embarrassing when I had to try to strain out my poo in the bathroom at my host family's house. Their guest bedroom was right next door to their eldest son's bedroom. He is 19, home from university for the summer and so was often hanging out in his room when I got the urge to poop. It didn't help that he is also super cute and has been really nice to me, so I would get so embarrassed knowing that he could probably hear me straining, grunting and moaning on the toilet, or when I would fart or plop really loudly and then sigh with relief when I was done. I tried my best to be quiet but it's hard when I'm really constipated.
Fortunately I wasn't the only girl in the house making noises in the bathroom. My host mother was so nice and kind to me, and when she suspected that I was constipated she took me aside and offered me some gentle laxatives or stool softeners that she sometimes uses, and she even offered to let me use the ensuite bathroom in their master bedroom if I needed more privacy, and because they have a squatty potty to help elevate your feet and help you push better. And the host family's younger sister was also really sweet, she was a year younger than me but we got along really well and she let me hang out with some of her friends. I was a bit less embarrassed about using the bathroom in the house after I heard her farting and sometimes moaning a bit on the toilet, then coming out and smiling at me with no embarrassment. It also made me less shy to put my sometimes stained or streaked panties into the laundry when I saw her putting in panties and pajama shorts that were also often skidded. And my host mother never said anything or commented on them, which was a relief.
Anyway, I have lots more to share about my time in the UK but it will have to wait, I'm supposed to meet my friend for our tennis lesson now! I'm feeling a little bloated and gassy (still adjusting back to my regular diet, I guess) so I really hope I don't have to use the public toilets at the tennis courts, they're always really nasty and I have to squat because I don't like sitting on the seats, but squatting always ends up making more of a mess between my cheeks when I go to wipe. I'm not going to have time to shower until tonight and we might be meeting up with some boys later, and I really don't want to feel icky and stinky all evening. Ugh.
It's great to be back, can't wait to hear more of your stories!
SofieNicole
No privacy
Hey all I'm a newbie, this happened to me years ago and I figured I would share in case anyone else had the same experience.
This guy we'll call him Steve, myself and him lived on the same street went to the same school obviously so we were always together. One day after school I went up to his house his parents were working so we were just hanging out watching tv. I got up to go pee while he got us something to drink I could've swore I told him what I wanted but you know men selective hearing so anyways I'm sat on the toilet jeans and panties down past my knees when suddenly I seen the lock on the door move and the door open. I put my arms around my waist as fast as I could to try and cover up while he asked me what I wanted to drink. I thought that was just a one off thing so as weird as it was I just brushed it off.
Flash forward to that summer, every time myself and him were together wether it be at his house, at mine or out enjoying the beautiful day if I had to pee he was watching. I was at his house one of those days he was in his room so he must've heard the bathroom door close and with that he followed me in I tried to get rid of him by saying I was pooping but that just made him more curious. Once we got to senior high he only followed me in the bathroom once and now whenever we hang out it doesn't even phase him anymore so I'm thinking it was a puberty/hormonal thing. Creep factor aside what do you guys think?
Stewie
Question for Deb
Deb: I enjoyed your accident stories from your trip to Liverpool. I'm curious, how did your friends/ family react to your accidents? I think in one of those stories you rode home in your friends car with soiled pants. I imagine it would have been an awkward ride.Rachel
For Stephanie
Hi Stephanie! I loved your stories and I am so happy that you decided to join this website. If you don't mind, can you please tell me about your period that happened afterwards? Did it happen because of the stress that followed? And since it bled through your jeans, did anyone at your work find out? If you like you can tell that story just to get it off your chest.
And are you from Canada by any chance ? I am; I'm from Manitoba :)End Stall Em: Your story felt like it ended with a bit of a cliffhanger. Did you poop yourself in bed during the dream, or did you make it to the toilet when you woke up? Either way I enjoyed reading it, great twist at the end!
Sam
Poop from yesterday
Tell everyone about your last pooped (Poop log):
a) Where you last pooped? My last public bathroom poop was yesterday afternoon during my break from work at anime con in NC.
b) Date/Time you last pooped? Yesterday afternoon after 4:50pm
c) What you read if anything? Was checking my phone
d) How long you took you to poop? About 7 minutes
e) Were you shameful? Not at all
f) Did it smell? Not really
g) Did you enjoy it? Yes, farted few times
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today? I had my blue jeans & my Grey Ren & Stimpy printed boxer briefs down around my ankles
i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story? I work at sporting events & concerts for a living and this weekend I work at an anime convention. I finished up my lunch break and felt the urge to poop. I had at least ten minutes before I resume my shift and was the perfect time to poop. I went to the bathroom. It had two stalls and I took the last stall. I closed the stall door. I unbuttoned my blue jeans and I pulled them down around my ankles followed by my character Ren & Stimpy Grey Boxer Briefs down around my ankles. I peed and farted few times. Was very relaxed and pooped. I was the only person in the bathroom at the time which is very rare at conventions during the day. I finished up pooping which took me about 7 minutes and left the bathroom after I was done and went back to work.
I have many stories of pooping in public bathrooms especially in special events like conventions.
Kristi's gotta go
It's Kristi. It has been WAY too long since I posted. I still read but I haven't felt inspired to post. I haven't had any really memorable bathroom experiences lately M
I'm lying down in bed as my stomach is gurgling. I've really, really gotta poop. I was going to hold it until Steve comes home, but I've got to go now. He got to watch yesterday so it's okay. 😉
Ahhhh. That wonderful feeling of butt on porcelain.
Oh, it's coming. I didn't poop this morning so it's going to be a big one I think.
Ahhhh, it's coming out. Nice and easy. PLOP. That was a nice, big one.
Here comes my pee.
More poop coming out.
So, I do have a story from this past Saturday.
We had our county fair this last week. Steve and I went with a couple that we're friends with- John and Dana. John's a taller guy with brown hair and a goatee. Dana is very pretty. Blonde, not as petite but has a very nice figure. (I'm straight but I can recognize an attractive woman if I see one. But Steve's the only man I'll ever have eyes for.)
So, I like fair food. I don't eat greasy stuff that often, so I'll indulge at the fair.
And I know that fair food is going to go right through me. I'm probably going to have to crap within an hour of eating. So a lot of times I'll save eating until right before we're going to leave so that I can poop at home.
I can go in port-a-potties. When you gotta go, you gotta go. I just prefer a restroom.
But since we were with friends, we ate after only being there for a few hours. I had a corn dog and some beef tips, and a HUGE lemonade.
Within 90 minutes, my bladder and bowels were full. And we were about to go on some rides. I knew that I needed to go relieve myself before doing anything else (especially before going on any rides). I whispered to Dana that the food had gone through me. Dana said, "I have to do the same thing you have to do."
All four of us made our way to the port-a-potties.
I'm sure all port-a-potties are different, but a lot of them have screens that practically let you see into the potty next to you. And you can hear everything because they're stacked right next to each other.
It's very unnerving to think about a male stranger hearing me go. (If it's a girl, no problem.)
So we worked it out so that I was between Steve and Dana, with Dana's husband John next to Dana. (So it was, from left to right, Steve, me, Dana, and John.)
I took some toilet paper and put some hand sanitizer on it, with which I wiped down the toilet seat.
I sat down and tried not to think about the smell. The lemonade (did I mention it was a jumbo size lemonade) immediately jetted out of me. Because the seats are so small, I'll confess that a little bit went onto the front of the toilet and onto the floor. (I cleaned it up with sanitizer when I was done.)
As I said, these port-a-potties are right next to each other, so I could clearly hear Steve and Dana. Steve just pissed in the little urinal thing and was done. But Dana had other business to attend to, as did I.
I don't know if Dana would want to post anything super graphic about her, so I'll simply say that she was in there for about 4-5 minutes and that I could clearly hear her taking a poop.
Once my pee had slowed to a trickle I focused on pooping. Steve was done peeing and left his port-a-potty. Within a few seconds someone else came in. I wasn't too happy about that. Guy? Girl? I'm literally mid-poop (as in a piece is hanging from my butt) as this person comes in.
Fortunately it was likely a female as whoever it was sat down and peed.
I took this as my cue to hurry up before the next person came in. Dana was wiping. I pushed out the rest of my load. I stood up to wipe (reaching under myself in a port-a-potty makes me nervous) and finished up (I cleaned the bit of pee that had accidentally not gotten into the bowl).
As we went to wash our hands, Dana told me that she "hated those things" (port-a-potties). I told her I hated them too.
Well, that's my story.
As I was typing it I dropped a couple of nice-sized chunks.
I feel a lot better. Really needed to go. Gonna wipe and say bye!
Love,
KristiSam
Pooped twice today in Public Bathrooms
Tell everyone about your poop today (Poop log):
a) Where you last pooped? Sheraton Charlotte Hotel Public Bathroom
b) Date/Time you last pooped? Earlier tonight around 8:16pm for my evening poop
c) What you read if anything? Not this time
d) How long you took you to poop? Roughly 5-7 minutes
e) Were you shameful? Not at all
f) Did it smell? Not really
g) Did you enjoy it? Yes
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today? I had my US Polo Blue Jeans & my black Star Wars printed boxer briefs down around my ankles
i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story?
Had to poop twice today in public bathrooms. First Public Bathroom poop of the day took place earlier in the afternoon. Was riding the city bus with friends that felt gas and farted on the bus. I knew I had a urge to poop building up in my insides. We all went to a used bookstore that the urge to poop build up enough to use the bathroom.
I told my friends that I going to use the bathroom and it may take awhile. I went to the unisex bathroom located in the back of the store. The bathroom had two stalls and took the first stall. The bathroom was empty. I closed the stall door and placed my backpack on the hook and then pulled down my US Polo Blue Jeans & my black Star Wars designer printed underwear down around my ankles. Took my time to poop and peed. Farted once or twice. Took me over ten minutes to poop and then pulled up my underwear and Jeans, flush the toilet, wash my hands an left the bathroom.
Probably be pooping alot this weekend in public bathrooms and will share my experiences soon. Happy pooping!
Thunder
Hard, Hard Constipation
I have had the hardest turds ever...fluids , some exercise, and meditation.
Ejecting those stubborn turds expends so much energy and stress I almost pass out on the throne...
I have the bidet and put in on the enema function and it squirts high pressure water on my hole but even then it is so hard.
Will keep you updated
Sam
Pooping in Public Bathroom while at work
Hey!
Been a long time since I made my last post. To reintroduce myself I'm now 35 years old and moved to NC last year. I still love to poop and gotten more comfortable to poop in public bathrooms, especially while I'm at work.
Here is a recent story that happened few weeks ago. I work in a minor league ballpark that had a day game that started at noon. It was Dino day in the ballpark. I went to work bit early that I realized I didn't do my morning poop at home. Little before 10:30am I felt the urge to take my morning poop. I decided to use one of the bathrooms that was near the main entrance. I went to the Men's room. Bathroom was empty. There was at least 6-8 stalls and decided to take the middle stall. I unbuttoned my pants and dropped them down to my ankles followed by my blue Hanes boxer briefs to my ankles and placed my butt on the toilet. I had a relaxing but slow moving poop that on occasions I farted. I was in the stall for over 20 minutes but felt very relieved and relaxed. The majority of the time of my morning poop before the game I had the bathroom to myself. Once I left the bathroom the bathroom got more busy and people was doing their morning poop. I ended up had to poop at work three more times during my work shift.
Feels great to poop in public bathrooms. I posted my first story on page 1763 which details one of my best public bathroom poop experience.
Feel free to fill out the survey. I will try to post more often and keep track on my pooping experience
Tell everyone about your poop today (Poop log):
a) Where you last pooped?
b) Date/Time you last pooped?
c) What you read if anything
d) How long you took you to poop?
e) Were you shameful?
f) Did it smell?
g) Did you enjoy it?
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today?
i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story?
Here is my results about one of my poops today (poop log):
a) I last poop at my childhood home visiting NYC
b) I pooped in the morning around 6:30am & after 11am
c) I was actually reading old posts on this site & checking Instagram
d) Took me about 20 minutes to poop
e) Not at all
f) A little bit
g) I really enjoyed my morning poop, it was relaxing and refreshing
h) My pants and underwear were down around my ankles (floor level). Best way & most relaxing way to poop in my opinion.
i) See this story I mentioned above and check out my old stories on pages 1763, 1771, 1776 (my earliest posts on this site) Will definitely post more stories in the future.
Happy Pooping!
-Sam
Monday, August 01, 2022
David P
Poo Survey for forum
Before I forget I wanted to ask this open survey to the forum. I will answer them as well first, please reply with your answers.
a)What is the average time it takes you to do a poo?
For me it is usually between 6 to 10 minutes normally and 20 to 30 minutes when I am constipated or my poo is hard to push out.
b)Does it hurt when you poo?
Usually no, but when constipated or having to strain hard then yes it does, I have often had blood when I poo and painful fissures and piles sometimes.
c) Does your poo smell?
Not usually but can do at times
d) if you know the Bristol stool scale what is your normal stool type?
my poo is usually between a type 2 or 3 and have had type 5 or 4 sometimes.
I look forward to reading your replies to this survey.yourDdd name (optional)
Post walking the dog Title (optional)
When walking the dog me a woman in her late 50s with her dog .I mentioned I hadn't been feeling great and had a stomach bug .I said I'd been out with dog and nearly done don't make t home as I was desperate to poo saying t was awful She laughed and said a month earlier she'd been at the doctors and on the way to her car she wished she'd gone to the loo .Driving home she was desperate and said it was just normal poo as she hadn't been for a couple of days .She then got stuck behind a car and by the time she got into her drive in her words she was clenching and sweating She said she waddled to the door and when she opened it the dogs jumped on her She said that was it and I just filled my knickers and leggings Then laughing said it was operation cleanup time I couldn't believe she'd told me and still think about it
Kenna
Camping comstipation
Hey all! Finally have some time to post this story (its long!) Sorry in advance. Josh and i went camping with some friends recently for a week. We brought the bucket with the toilet lid on it to use in the tent along with suppositories and vaseline in case josh struggled with his bowel movements. He pooped the day before the trip and it was hard but nothing crazy to post about. A few pebbles, and a hard thick 10" log. He got really backed up after that. The 2nd day we were at camp he got the urge to poop after dinner so we took a hike. I brought toilet paper and the vaseline just in case. We hiked for awhile when josh told me "this is a nice private spot, im going to try pooping". He took down his boxers and shorts, knelt on the ground and stuck his butt out towards me. He pushed for awhile but i couldnt see anything trying to come out. "Its not ready yet" josh said. "I have the urge but its stuck further up, and hasnt moved down yet". He gave up and we went back to camp. He tried getting it moving again before bed on the bucket but it wouldnt move. After breakfast the next day i needed to go poop and took josh with me to the bathroom. We practically had the place to ourselves and the bathrooms have shower stalls and toilets separated by curtains so its plenty private. We snuck into the ladies room and i picked a stall, and closed the curtain behind us. I sat on the toilet and peed first, then began to push. My poop was pretty hard since i hadnt gone in a couple days. "Whew, this is a hard one" i told josh. I gave a hard push and he held my hands while it was coming out. It took me a few minutes to finish, and i stood to wipe. "Wow good one, kenna!" Josh exclaimed. My turd was about 18", thick, and sticking out of the bowl. I didnt flush and josh had a seat. I held his hands and rubbed his back as he began to push. "Take your time babe, just try and get this moving, im here for you" i comforted. "Ugh, it just wont come down further kenna!, im having a really hard time getting this poop moving!" Josh got up and said it wasnt ready yet. We flushed and left the bathroom. The next morning, we went back to the bathroom to shower. Josh was taking longer so i texted him and asked if he was ok. "Just trying to get my poop moving, theres no one in here, you can come keep me company" josh replied. I snuck into the mens room and into joshs stall. He was on the toilet looking red faced. "Anything happening"? I asked. "No, im starting to get umcomfortable kenna, i feel pretty constipated". He pushed slowly and steadily for another 10 minutes but couldnt get anything moving. We spent the day in town and ate a ton of food, and arrived back at camp late evening before a large rainstorm moved in. I really needed to poop again and took josh into the tent with me so i could go without walking to the bathrooms and getting soaked. This time my poop was easier and smaller, 14" or so. I asked josh if he was going to try but he said not yet. I wiped and replaced the bag in the bucket. The rest of the night was uneventful. Josh and i went to the mens room once more and tried to poop in vain before bed for about 15 minutes. "I hope this happens soon, kenna, im getting really uncomfortable and super constipated!" "Im here for you babee, ill help you thru it, whatever you need"! "I just wish i could get my poop to move down to my butt so i could work on pushing it out!" Sure enough, after breakfast the next day, his poop was getting ready to move. "This will be hard and take me awhile, i need time and privacy" said josh. I grabbed the vaseline and toilet paper and we took a hike. We found a dead tree just off the trail and i told josh he could climb up it and hang his butt over the edge and poop. He took off his pants and boxers and sat on the tree with his butt facing me. I apploed some vaseline gently to him. "Babe, this isnt good, it feels incredibly hard and big". "I know, im going to struggle and have a pretty hard time kenna". "Im here josh, ill coach you and encourage you thru this". Josh began to give short test pushes to see how hard it was, then squeezed my hands as he began to give fuller more complete pushes. He would gently grunt and moan after each try, and complained to me that it hurt and was stuck. I walked behind him and spread his cheeks. "Give it a hard push josh. Ill see if its coming out any and how big it is". He pushed and his anus slowly dialated. His poop began to show and stretched him really wide. It was black, and very hard. He couldnt push it any further and it went back in. "Try again baby, ill help you". Josh gave a loud "rrrrrrrggggghh" and i pushed on his perineum to try and un stick his log. It wouldnt come out though. Josh rested and told me he needed a suppository. We walked back to camp and went into the tent together. He layed on the air mattreas and i got a suppository ready. I gently lubed his hole and inserted the supp. For him. Our friends wanted to go swimming so we did that for awhile. The beach house has bathrooms in it and josh and i changed aftee swimming. He tried going poop with me on his lap coaching him thru each try but it was still too hard and stuck, plus we didnt want to leave our friends waiting so we left the bathroom. Luckily when we got to camp our friends wanted to take a nap so they went back to their site. "Ok josh, lets try this again". We went into the tent and he bent over with his butt facing me. "Push hon, lets see how that suppository is doing". His massive log showed itself again with the melted suppository stuck in it. "Youre good josh, lets get this thing out of you!! He sat on the bucket and pushed hard. He was going red with each effort and almost shaking he was straining so hard. "You poor thing, Are you trying to poop or have a baby?" I playfully joked. "At this point im not sure!" Said josh. He gripped the toilet lid on the bucket hard and resumed trying while i rubbed his back and comforted him. "Puuuush baby.....concentrate". He took a deep breath and began another push. "Push, push push, keep going....let it come out babe, it will be done soon!" He stopped to rest and told me his turd got sucked back in. "Idk what to do kenna, this hurts and its totally stuck". Josh was sweating. "We can try another position. Just hand on a sec". I left the tent and went to our cooler and got some ice in a ziploc bag. I wiped joshs forehead then told him to lay on his back and pull his legs up. I took an ice cube and rubbed it on and around his anus for awhile then applied some more vaseline. "Ok baby, try again. This poop needs to come out of you" i helped hold his legs back while he pushed on his back. I pushed up on his perineum as he strained. The turd showed itself again and again as josh continued to struggle with it. "No wonder it took so long for this to move to the exit" i remarked. "Its really hard and big josh". "You can do this though, keep pushing. Im right here for you" i encouraged. Josh strained against the mass over and over but he was having so much trouble making any progress. "Take a rest babe, lets use anothr suppository. Its almost coming out so this should do it. If you can start it ill try to gently pull it to help you". I gave him another suppository and we took a walk while waiting for it to work. Our friends were still passed out so we still had some time. We hiked and walked quite a ways when josh said he was going to try again. He squatted in front of me and i held his butt open. The giant began to come out again but would stick in the same spot. "Just a little more Josh, once it slips past your hole youve got it"! He worked at it and strained with me coaching him and it finally started to come out. It took its time though. I got a text from our friends asking us to join them back at camp. I told them we would be there soon. I inmediately told josh to keep taking his time and not rush. He pushed and pushed and finally his turd snapped off. It was 6 to 8 inches long, hard knobby and dry. He kept pushing but couldnt get the next piece moving. "We gotta go back to camp and meet our friends. I might need another suppository later to keep this moving". We spent the evening relaxing and had dinner. We sat around the fire before heading to bed. Josh sat on the bucket again in the tent and began to push again. After a couple minutes he got up and squatted over it . "Good job baby, its coming out!! You have about 3 inches sticking out, keep that up!!" I held his butt open and coached him. I gently wrapped some toilet paper around my hand and pulled gently as he pushed on it. After several more minutes it was 15" in lenghth or so when it snapped off. The next piece took its time also and was hard to get started. I pushed up on his perineum and once it started to come out, i gently pulled and guided this one out of him too. It was about a foot long. He pushed some more and finally was done. He wiped, i cleaned up his poop and replaced the plastic bag in the bucket. He thanked me for my help and being patient with him. I told him of course! We snuggled and relaxed for awhile before he passed out hard!! I dont blame him, he must have been exhausted from that effort! Take care all, and happy pooping! Xoxo kennaLavah
replies
Hi, all! It's been eons since I've posted a story on here! Sorry for the absence. Life has been busy for me, but good! Hopefully I'll have time to post a story soon but in the meantime, I have some replies:
to Laney (or Lacey?) - Welcome to the site! I haven't posted in a while but my name is Lavah and I've dealt with constipation all my life. I'm in my mid twenties now, but I remember what it was like dealing with constipation and adolescence at the same time and it was not fun. I'd love to hear the full story of your ER visit. I've been in that situation before several times. I've actually written about it on this site somewhere, along with more of my constipation episodes. If you have any more stories at all, really, I'd love to read them. I hope you're well!
to Kenna - Poor Josh! Goodness, I just have so much sympathy for him from the way you describe his poops. They just sound so painful and unpleasant. I know the feeling and I wish he didn't have to deal with it. As I always say, I think you're great for supporting him like you do! Much love to the both of you!
David P
Constipated
Hello David P here just for a quick update as not much time lately.
Abbie: Thank you for your reply it is good to hear from you, sorry to hear you have been constipated lately and struggling for a poo. Totally get it as I am the same, things got much worse and Yesterday was my first poo in 7 days so this is the worst constipation I have had in ages. I was only having some small pebbles that take ages to push and also hurt pretty bad when I tried in the week but yesterday I managed to do a few turds but after 7 days you can imagine I had to sit pushing and straining for a good twenty minutes. The first turd kept sliding back in and then just stayed hanging halfway out for ages! I passed three very hard poops, first one was about 4 inches long and the next two were about 2 inches long and really hard. I felt some relief but later on the urge to poo hit me again but despite straining really hard only managed a really small ball of poo. I know I haven't got all of it out as ai keep getting these urges to go and belly aches but nothing yet. Do you ever get this where you feel the need but nothing happens? I also look forward to your next post.
Jennifer: thank you also for your comment, as you can see from my reply to Abbie my constipation only got worse. Look forward to your next post
Nickel
AGE
Hi this is Nickel and I been reading these for many years and I enjoy some of the stories and experiences that the writers have had. I do notice that most are young from school age to collage. just a few that are older. Some of the desperate is when teacher had to go with their students and just made it. Or when teacher had to share with student because both had to go the same time in the same room location. Another few stories where baby sitter used the same toilet as there young client did and often different gender, and it funny what they said what they saw.
I remember one time after the baby sitter went and finish and the little boy said " You look just like mommy." That funny and cute.
It interesting when both people compare poops and tell the sizes of what they or had chance to see the other and say what they see or a student hear the teacher go and talk about what they hear the sounds of the teacher. If it outside what the teacher does or how big vs theirs's.
What I was wondering because everyone has to release their waste and nature, when is it that we get worried about privacy, and is it really necessary about it. Is that just after they are productive adults? I do understand we need to go where it does not create a sanitation problem for health of the public.
One other thing when going outside, it okey to leave the deposit, but take the wipes away.
David P
Constipated part 2
Hello all David P here again, here is part two of my constipation ordeal. So yesterday I managed to open my bowels after 7 days but still felt the need to go today. This ordeal continued into Sunday where I had a constant urge to open my bowels but whenever I sat on the toilet no amount of straining would produce anything, despite pushing hard and pressing the skin between my bum so I gave up many times. On two occasions I had some loose poo leak out but nothing solid. So I spent the whole day constantly on and off the toilet, the urge was lying to me and was really annoying. I struggled to eat my dinner as I was really uncomfortable and kept farting smelly farts that felt very close to liquid leaking. I was hit by a big urge for a poo so instead of ignoring it I thought I had better see if I could poo even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. So I sat down on the toilet once again, took a deep breath in and pushed and pushed so hard, I was about to give up again when the tip of a hard poo started to emerge, I pushed really hard again as it slowly emerged, it was really hard work as it was a knobbly log and hurt my bum. I sat for a breather as it dropped from my bumhole and plopped into the water, the water gave a splash back and hit my bottom. I then pushed out a load of hard pebbles that took a lot of straining. The turd stunk really bad and was also dark brown almost black. It was only small in length but I guess the hardness of it made it so hard to push out, it was really knobbly made of a bunch of pebbles. So I wiped my bum but it didn't need much wiping as it has been so hard, but my bum was also very sore so I got in the bath to help it soothe. My bum feels in pain from all the straining. I still feel bloated so my constipated is continuing. I usually enjoy doing a poo but when it's like this, it's not fun at all. But I do not opt for any laxatives as diarrhoea is awful so I do things manually which means a lot of pushing and grunting. Also my diet has been pretty awful lately and not drinking much water, having lots of fizzy drinks and junk food so I bet that is not helping.
Abbie: Do you have any tips I could try since you have this alot? I know I need to improve my diet and drink more water but I often forget and don't like eating fruit so it's a tricky one. Like you, I don't mind having to push and grunt for a poo in fact I do enjoy it sometimes strangely, but it's getting pretty bad.
David PJames
Replies and embarrassing accidents
I've posted a couple of times in recent months, but my posts went up with no name on, or other people's names for some reason. I wanted to reply to a few recent posts though.
To David P and Abbie:
My bowels were also affected by the recent extreme heat. I usually find that a sudden heatwave (or travelling somewhere very hot) causes me to get a bit constipated for a couple of days, and the week before last was no exception. However, I usually adapt pretty quickly, and if the heat continues I tend to find that things become a bit looser than usual, and then stay that way until it cools down. This time, the heatwave broke fairly quickly, so I just had a day or so of mild constipation. I had a night a few days later where I felt really bloated and unsettled, and thought I was probably going to have diarrhoea the next morning, but my poo the next day was completely normal - not sure what that was about.
To Deb:
I felt really sorry for you hearing about your Liverpool accidents - it's always a real pain messing yourself on holiday, even if you're visiting somewhere familiar - I think it's always easier to manage the clean-up when you're in a familiar bathroom and have access to your own washing machine. I've had a few accidents whilst abroad (in fact some of them due to prolonged hot weather loosening my bowels), but I've been lucky that the ones I've had on holiday as an adult have been quite small. I did do it in my pants a few times in a row as a teenager during a road trip through the USA with my family, but that was because I'd got food poisoning from a dodgy burger and the gaps between rest stops were very long indeed, so my parents (and even my brother) were sympathetic. I had to clean myself up in some pretty horrible toilets on that trip though.
To Stephanie:
I had a lot of exam accidents at school, some of them quite like the one you wrote about recently, although I think male underwear does a better job of containing a mushy or runny poo than panties (at least as long as it's not completely liquid). I've already written about a few of them on other pages, but I've included another one in this post, below. As well as that accident, I've had times when I did it in my pants in two different exams on the same day (both with and without the opportunity for a clean-up in-between), and single accidents that were so large that it was a near-miracle that none escaped at the waist- or leg-bands. If I did a particularly large pile of mush I would try and shuffle in my seat a bit (it's kind of hard to describe in words - sort of lifting myself up a bit and lowering myself down with the back of my bum first) to spread the poo forward as much as possible to avoid having too much in any one part of my underwear, which helped keep things contained. It happened so often in exams that eventually it stopped really bothering me - rationally I knew I shouldn't still be dirtying my underwear in my mid- and then late-teens, but it was almost part of my exam routine by that point.
To the recent unnamed poster who asked about getting caught with dirty pants:
I was quite lucky when it came to getting caught with pooey pants at school. I've posted quite a few times over the last year about accidents that I had in primary school that could have easily been detected, but where I was spared any public shaming. When I was in the older part of primary school (aged perhaps 9-11) this was partly because I was better at holding on, so more of my messes happened either on the way home from school or just before the end of the school day. I also developed all kinds of strategies for avoiding being caught - for example, whilst I was messy, if we had any choice about where to sit and what activity to do, I'd try to make sure I was sat near a window, as far from anyone else as possible, and doing an activity that didn't involve moving around much. Sitting very still seemed to help reduce the amount of smell, and also made it a bit easier to hold in any remaining poo so the accident didn't get any worse (at least until I was out of the classroom).
Another factor was that the teachers at my school were usually very discrete when they did notice that I (or another kid) had accidentally pooed our pants. I mentioned in an earlier post how I'd seen a girl have an accident whilst stood at the teacher's desk when she and I were about seven - it was quite obvious because some runny poo escaped from her knickers and went down her leg - I mentioned this in my post about how I ended up pooing my pants for a dare with my best friend. The girl was very matter-of-fact about her accident, and so was the teacher - she sent her off to get cleaned up, and she received any teasing afterwards, it wasn't obvious enough for me to notice it. I got found out by teachers a few times in my early school years, and they never made a fuss about it - I would be quietly sent out of the classroom with one of the teaching assistants and either taken to the nurse's office (mainly when I was in Reception, or if the mess was obviously really bad) or to the nearest loos, where I would be supervised to clean myself up and given a spare pair of underwear. This was one of the ways in which I became more independent about clean-up over the years.
I think another factor in rarely getting openly found out was that most kids would assume that any poo smells in the classroom were due to people farting rather than someone actually messing their pants - and even if they suspected that someone might have had an accident, it would have been unusual for someone to be sure enough both that it was poo and that they knew who had done it to try and call them out on it. More often, there would be some giggling about who had farted, followed by other boys trying to out-do the 'fart' with their own smells (presumably not poos though!) until the teacher heard them and stopped them. This wouldn't apply if the accident was more obvious, such as if someone had a brown, wet stain on their bum or they were leaving a trail of poo from under their skirt or their trouser legs, but as I wore black or dark brown trousers and briefs with wide elastic at the legs even my worst accidents were rarely visible - or at least my parents' choice of clothes for me bought me enough time for the school day to finish before anything showed.
I suspect that the teachers probably did detect more of my accidents than they intervened in - again, either they weren't sure enough to ask, or perhaps they wanted to avoid having to send me out of class with the TA. One teacher (I think in Year 3) used to ask me whether "I needed the toilet", and at the time I assumed he thought I doing a lot of pre-poo farts, but with hindsight it's kind of obvious that he knew what I'd done but was trying to give me a non-embarrassing way of getting to the loo to finish my poo and clean up. Usually, the kids whose accidents were identified were either the ones where the poo leaked, or the ones where the boy or girl who had messed themselves reacted by bursting into tears.
Probably the most embarrassing accident I had was in my late teens, but I will never know for sure if I was actually found out. I was sitting one of my last A-level exams and (unusually) was wearing light-coloured chinos instead of my usual black cords (cords do a particularly good job of hiding accidents!). I was so used to having an upset stomach from the combination of exam stress and coffee that pooing my pants was pretty much just what I expected to do if I badly needed the toilet, rather than putting my hand up, waiting for an invigilator to come along, asking to go, and then waiting again to be accompanied to the toilet for a very non-private sit-down poo. This time, I'd managed to get most of the way through the maths exam before the pressure got the better of me, and a medium-to-small amount of mush had come out, after which I'd got control again - so a much smaller accident than many of mine. I didn't really think anything of it, especially seeing as I'd put a few layers of tissue paper in my pants as a liner in case this happened. After the exam, no-one said anything to make me think they knew what had happened. Once I got to the part of my way home that went along a path through a field, and no-one else was there, I reached around to try and feel whether there was a bulge - there wasn't, but my trousers felt very damp in the seat. I craned my neck round to take a look, and to my horror saw a very obvious brown stain running from half-way up my bum to between my legs. It was about the size of a ten-pound note but with a teardrop shape, and there was no possible way that anyone who had seen me like that could have thought it was anything other than a messing accident.
No-one ever said anything about it (at least to my face), and I'll never know how many people knew - I just about died of embarrassment even though there was no-one there when I realised - I was 18, which was far too old for this kind of thing. Fortunately, because the exams finished the following week, I didn't see most of the other sixth-formers again (other than my friends, in subsequent university holidays). After this I was always much more careful about what I wore to exams, and over the course of my university years I became more willing to ask to go to the toilet rather than letting nature take its course.
The only time I was publicly caught in the act by other pupils was when I was about six, and it still makes me cringe a bit to think about it. It was the summer, and we had a PE lesson outside on the field after lunch. Our PE kit was charcoal-grey shorts and white polo shirts, and as my shirt was quite a bit too large for me, I used to tuck it in to stop it flapping about. As often happened, I felt the urge to do a poo start to come on soon after lunch, about fifteen minutes into the lesson. We were playing rounders (for non-UK readers, it's a bit like baseball but with a smaller bat and ball), and my team was fielding. I'd been sent very deep and so was squatting down on my haunches, which was good as it helped me hold the poo in. I could feel waves of pressure steadily building up towards desperation point, but I didn't think we were allowed to go to the loo whilst outside on the field (we were, of course). I was unusually gassy as well, and was trying to sneak out some farts, which were feeling wetter each time I let one out. Suddenly, I had a much stronger wave of pressure, involuntarily farted, and then the fart was followed by a wave of mushy poo mixed with more gas. Luckily, it was all being contained in Y-fronts, and I shifted around a bit whilst squatting to even it out a bit. I was quite confident at this point that no-one knew, and because we were outside in the fresh air there was little chance of anyone smelling me either. I felt I still needed to go a bit, but I wasn't desperate any more.
Twenty minutes later, it was our turn to bat, and I joined the queue. Again, no-one was any the wiser at this point. I was a bit worried about needing to run, especially given that I could feel I was getting desperate to poo again, but I figured I could just wave the bat wildly and miss the ball so that I would be out. I stepped up to bat, took a wide swing, and heard some gasps and someone shouting "ewwww" behind me. I wasn't sure what had happened, but then I realised that my polo shirt had pulled out of my shorts when I swung - and I must have had it tucked into my pants instead of just my shorts, as the bottom part of the back of my shirt had a huge poo stain - in fact it was worse than that, because there was visible mushy poo clinging to the material. I burst into tears as the teacher came over and asked me to go to the school building and the nurse's office - she was very nice about it but I then had to walk all the way back in view of the other kids with this huge semicircular stain visible to everyone. Just to add insult to injury, the pressure in my bum overcame me before I made it back to the main building, all the remaining poo rushed out, and this time some of it leaked out and went down one of my legs (fortunately I was far enough away that none of my class would have seen this bit). I reported to the first-aid room in tears, with poo up my back and down my legs, and it was one of the only times I ever got sent home early because of an accident - luckily my mum was at home and was able to come and walk me home. I was dreading going back to school the next day, but other than a bit of name-calling the next day, no-one really gave me a hard time about it, and the summer holidays started the following week and gave people more of a chance to forget about it. The next term, the boy who became my best friend joined the school, and as I've written before he was a bit of an ally when it came to accidents.
Hollyrae
Hearing my pee scares me!
In middle school, at what my mom calls an impressionable age, I think I've made the adjustment in the past year in regularly using large bathrooms, sitting on so-so toilets under stressful conditions and with some really bitchy classmates who socialize, mess around, and then call-out those who care about getting to class on time, while still getting a pee or crap in without getting into trouble with the teachers or administration. I just hurry into the bathroom, take advantage of the next toilet available, do a fast wipe, and then run to class.
The other morning I had a different experience at the park. I woke up at 4:30 to help my best friend Nicole. Her cat had run off and not come back before her family left on vacation. Often Patches will roam about three or four blocks over in this big park. So I got up early, dressed and rode my bike over to the park to look for Patches. I guess I just forgot and I didn't take time for a pee before leaving. So my first stop was the restroom, picnic area. It was so quiet being able to hear birds, my bike's tires on the rough trails, and even some insects that were flying behind me. Some even hit me in the face.
When I got to the toilet shack I was moving faster because I didn't want to have an accident. Two of the three toilets had been busted up in the two days since I had last used them. The middle one was dirty and had a beer bottle floating in it, but I joked to myself that I was making the best choice. I took my seat, scooting farther than usual back on it, because I didn't want splash back from the bottle, and I blasted away. Full faucet, was what one of my childhood friends said, kinda critically, when she and I shared a toilet a few years earlier. I peed up a storm, so loud that it sounded like an amplifier was under me. And it went on and on. With no privacy doors on the toilets at school, I remembered getting some snickers and being called Mean Bitch at school by those waiting for my seat. But that was different because for the entire minute and a half I was seated, my stream was strong and I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want any trouble from the others. With 15 toilets being continually used, there was adequate noise. It kind of scared me hearing my own pee. At home it doesn't happen because there's almost always media going in the bathroom, plus there is noise from the nearby rooms.
I don't know if I'm giving it too much thought. Many times I've heard classmates explode and blast away with their shits. A couple of them have even gotten some applause. I know I wouldn't be able to take that.Martin
Thanks for all the thoughts
Thanks to everyone who replied to my childhood inquiry, as I wouldn't say I'm exactly traumatized or anything by the lack of privacy but I still do feel affected by it at times. For awhile after I left home I reacted against it by absolutely refusing to ever do anything poop-related anywhere around any other human being even if it meant holding it in painfully rather than use a public restroom. Fortunately I had a girlfriend in my mid-twenties who helped me get past it a *little*. I at least believed her when she said she didn't mind using my bathroom after I stank it up. Never got to the point of leaving the door open though.
But still I get a real frisson of embarrassment from remembering my family members smelling what I did almost every day.Thunder
Four Bad Girls & a Pot
To Maho, Hisae, Kazumi and Mina....I read your last post and if that is the worst you do then you are very good! you are not bad girls....just a bit different in a healthy way.
The only time I have used a pot is when I had an enema for constipation and laid on the bathroom floor whilst my therapist massaged my full and bloated colon. She suggested that when I could not hold it any longer she would put a pot under me to save me getting up to go to the toilet.
I think she wanted to avoid me loosing control and making a mess.
Anyway...when I could not hold it any longer as I lay on my back she put the pot under my buttocks and told me to relax and let it all out. I let is all out , alright, almost filled the pot to the brim.
She then took it from under me and through it is the toilet...I felt so much better and the pot was a safe idea.
Jamie
Farts and Adoption
I really wanted to share this story, and I think this is the perfect place.
My mom has always been strict, bossy, and often cold to others. However, children is her weakness. She loves children. My mom is in the law business, and she recently became a foster parent to turn a seven-year-old boy, who I will called "Steven." mom has adored him since the moment they met, and they have become close.
Anyway, yesterday morning, the three of us were having breakfast together. I have been visiting them a lot to see how things are doing. After we finished eating, my mom took out a cigarette and placed it between her lips.
And then she let out a small fart. Steven started to laugh, and my mom chuckled and said "excuse me" before lighting her cigarette. A minute or so passed when my mom made eye contact with me and then Steven. She then loudly farted. Steven started to laugh again, and I chuckled. I found it funny, but I was a little shocked by my mom openly farting.
We talk for a few minutes before I see my mom smirk. She says Steven's name and proceeds to loudly fart again. This time, all three of us laughed. When we calm down, my mom finishes her cigarette and calls me to the other room. I tell her about how I was surprised she was openly farting.
Her response?
"Oh, there will be more of that as I plan to adopt Steven."
It was a heartwarming moment in a hilarious morning.
Mrs BigandHard
Another really big wide one this morning....
This morning I had to push and strain really hard with a lot of force to get started...
once i got it coming out, I measured the diameter with a micrometer ..it was 2.105 Inches in diameter. I had to strain really hard and use two of my fingers inserted into my butt hole too pull my anal opening wider.
Next I took some TP and rolled it into a round ball , then I used some petroleum jelly to lubricate the surface of the round paper ball. then I began too push it into my butt hole. It took a bit of force pushing it in
to my butt hole. so after 5 minutes , I was able to get it in.
Now wider than ever
...Got up this morning and felt something pushing on my anal opening...
it was my usual wide-hard bowel-movement.
I new I had to start straining it out... but this one was even bigger than before. because I ate a bunch of chocolate candy bars 3 days ago.
Now I am paying the price.!
They compacted me right at my anal opening. I had to strain hard and bear down as hard as I could...nnnnn errrr uah release.. repeat..
finally my hole was stretching to the max about 2.5+ inches wide ( I had my boyfriend measure it ).
So that is my update on my toilet stool response for today.
Thanks to all...
Mrs Bigandwide.My struggle with constipation and very large hard stools
Mrs-straining hard
For several years I have had a very hard time straining to get my very large bowel movements to come out of my tight butthole. when I go to the toilet I can tell it is going to be a big and difficult painful time.
I usually have to prod and poke myself using my finger inserting it into my rectum to help dig it out. I start straining and manipulating my anal opening with my 2 fingers. pulling my anal opening wider.
So I just 'dig' it out of my butthole as best I can.
When I flush the toilet, it sometimes does not go down. so I use a stick to break it up into smaller pieces.
Thanks, Mrs straining hard.