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Bedpan for everyday poops
Earlier this week I purchased a bedpan and have been using it for everyday poops. It is truly amazing how much easier and more completely everything comes out while sitting at ground level on the bedpan with my ankles crossed in front of me. This is actually the position we were designed to poop in and it is much more comfortable. Anyone with constipation issues or just wanting to go more natural should try it in a bedpan.
Anna from Austria
@Ronette I do not have a definite answer for that. In general I do not like toilets where you can be exposed easily. I prefer toilets with little to no gaps and massive doors to avoid the sounds and the smell to escape. The toilet at lake with no doors at the entrance and all and also no extra room with a door for the sinks was a bit too public for me because it feels a bit embarrasing to be heard outside by people that are just passing bye.
But with the time it would feel less embarrasing when I have to use such toilets frequently.
I also had a culture schock toilet wise when I visited the US for the first time.
And it was not only the big gaps it was also layout of the toilet. Most public toilets in Austria are the tray type toilets so pooping is rather silent matter when the poop is not super hard or no farting is involved.
In America due to toilets where the poop goes directly into the hole things are different. It is impossible to due a silent poop because due to the plopping noises.
I was really schocked at first how loud these plopps can be. In combination with my regular poop farts it felt quite embarrasing to be heard by everyone in the toilet.
Luckily the american ladies were quite friendly and did not say anything. And most of the time I also was not the only one doing such noises.
In my third week and last week I got used to it und did think much about it anymore. Going to US again in December and this time there won't be cultural schock. Expect I might encounter one these doorless toilets I have read about on this website.
They would be too public for sure. But they are not the worst type of toilet I can imagine.
That award would go the doorless squat toilets thate are supposed to quite common in China.
My standards for peeing are different. I am less embarrased when just doing a wee.
It is hard to tell how to help your boyfriend. Maybe trying to talk to him that there is nothing to be afraid about and everybody does it.
But I am not the best advisor in that matter. I was born to a public pooper. I never really had a choice.
I am morning person since a was little elementary school girl. I always had to a few hours after breakfeast.
At the time in the morning I was in school of course. So I either had to go in school or do it in my pants.
Greetings from Austria
AnnaCurious Cody
My grade school crapping experiences
In kindergarten we had a toilet right off the coatroom so we didn't have to venture out to the larger bathroom on our floor.
In 1st grade I remember taking more memorable craps. There were like 8 toilets, none of which had a privacy door in a long row. After some uncomfortable sits, some with my feet off the floor, I discovered that there were 3 different heights of toilets. I had been using the one for the older boys. With my feet off the floor, it was awkward and because I would sometimes grip the sides looking nervous. I would stand out when one of the older boys walked by. A couple would snicker and point at me.
In 2nd grade I knew about the different toilet sizes. We had a mid-morning and mid-afternoon bathroom and recess break. I would be holding my crap for the break, but my classmates, plus those from the other 2nd grade classrooms would all run into the toilets ASAP, take their pee and then run out into the gym or playground. I liked being all alone and the privacy of taking my time with my sit. I was able to get a complete crap in, but most of the seats were dripping with pee. Instead of lining up and waiting their turn at the urinals, many would pee wildly into a toilet, and then run out for recess.
In 3rd grade our class was a bad one. More boys than girls and several of the guys were causing problems for Miss Miller, our teacher who I think was right out of college. She would come into our bathroom and yell at us about being neat, considerate of others, and not wasting time. A couple of the guys would tear off a brown hand towel, put it under the faucet, then wad it up and lob it over the cubicles against us on the toilets. One younger boy got his glasses knocked off. Miss Miller would walk down the line at the urinals, then walk out looking at each of us crapping away. She often flashed one or two fingers at us about our time remaining. My name made the board a couple of times, and I had to stay after school. Both times I had to wipe a seat down before sitting and starting my crap. Still others avoided DTs by just sitting on the wet seats. Few flushed or washed their hands, something else that pissed off Miss Miller.
4th grade. We had three different teachers that year because our regular teacher was pregnant, took maternity leave, came back briefly and then totally quit. However, we had a para named Mr. Black, who had been in the military and knew how to handle discipline. It was kind of different, but when we had bathroom breaks he would come in with us, hurry us along, and with the exception when he went into a toilet, took his clothing down and sat for crap, he was managing everything that was going on. If a boy was coming out of a stall and hadn't flushed, Mr. Black would cup his hand over his ear and tell the boy to go back and do his duty. Toilet paper and towels on the floor also set him off. I probably took a crap once a week on break and never had anything to worry about.
5th grade. Our teacher was good and experienced. If we didn't want her coming in while we were using the facilities, we had the motivation to be good and pick up after ourselves. We were about 10 but had this guy who weighed easily twice as much as any of us. He took a crap most every morning during break. He was so big that when he was on the toilet crapping he covered up the entire seat and then some. He was pretty nice though and had a sense of humor. Also you wanted him on your side when dividing up for football.
From time to time during grade school I would go through periods where I got constipated. This upset my mom because of the cost of sending me to the doctor, and she was raised thinking it was normal for people of all ages to regulate themselves. That means crapping at home. A few times a year she would give me a laxative at bedtime and not allow me to attend school until it had worked. I hated that and thought it was extreme. When I came in an hour or hour and a half late, that kind of marked me or singled me out to my peers. And it didn't help that this girl in my class who was helping in the office got to read one of the notes from mom to excuse me. Of course, she told her friends and the reason got around. A couple of guys called me a girly-girl and a few other put-downs but I survived.
William: I hope my experiences are helpful.
Sarah: I enjoy your stories. May I ask why you cover the seats in such a small bathroom like a Subway. Was this something your mom taught you? Do your friends do it? I would think the paper used for seat covering could be put to better use later by wipers.Jennifer
Outdoor part 2
Yes, so back to our extended weekend camping trip with a K2 (double kayak).
The day after he took the toilet paper and walked away as usual after breakfast and coffee. This time he was gone for 5-10 minutes again. When it was my turn I went in the same direction and went behind a boulder, only to find the result of his visit there. What are the chances! I guess people select a good spot out of roughly the same criteria. He had left a rock hard ping-ping ball shaped piece and a small log that looked very dry and cracked in one end and a bit more normal in the other end. A few flies had already found it. I went a bit further to another spot and did my business. I was very fast and had no problems going, so don't think we ate something that was too difficult to digest or so. He didn't say anything though.
We had a great day, but let's skip ahead fast forward to next day after breakfast. This time, again, he was gone for a really long time 5-10 minutes. When he came back he handed me the toilet roll as he knew it was my turn, and as he did so he rubbed his stomach a bit symbolically and said "hope you have better luck than me". His way of saying nothing happened, so I asked him concisely: "constipated?" He just nodded and made a kind of crooked teethless smile.
This was on a Saturday and we were supposed to be out until Sunday. After lunch he was checking the weather on his phone and saw there was chance of showers the day after, so we decided to go home instead. I was fine with it as I was looking forward to sleeping in a normal bed again. I think also maybe his pooping problems affected the decision as well, lol.
When we came home that night he said he was going to take one of these "Microlax" that goes up the rear end. He was on his stomach on the couch, but after just a minute or two he rushed to the bathroom and I heard a sudden gush as it came out of him, closely followed by a few hard-sounding plops and he even groaned a bit. When he came out I asked if he felt better, and he said "a bit".
We went for a walk before bedtime even though it was pretty late. It probably did some good. The next morning he didn't eat so much as he usually does, but after coffee he headed for the bathroom. I some gas and after maybe five minutes some tiny plops. And after that one really loud plop. After lunch it was time again and he had another really large one. I guess he was a lot "behind on schedule" there, lol. He's been on the stool softener again since, so that sucks, but he'll be ok soon.
Do anyone here talk to anyone about their constipation? Like your spouse or mother or so? Would you mention it? What's a good way to support you if you are constipated? Just not make a big deal out of it, or what would you prefer?
Take care everyone!Stephanie
Accident in my footy kit (age 16) and one from my sister.
Hello!
I'm my last post I mentioned an accident that I had when I was 16 years old. It was the only one I had that year and it was quite a memorable one.
As I said previously, I have always kept myself really fit and in good shape. I have always been slim with a nice body, as far as I am concerned anyway. I have always loved to play sports, specifically football, or "soccer" for any non-English readers here.
My team uniforms were red shirts with white sleeves, white shorts and usually red socks. Underneath I usually wore a pair of full-cut briefs and white compression shorts overtop of my underwear. My team played together for many years and we were quite good. I remember one time when we were 14, there was this one girl, Sarah, who was one of our midfielders. She had diarrhea in her shorts during he first half of one of our matches and had to leave the game. Her mess went right through her shorts and down her legs. Given my history, I always prayed that I would never have an accident like that. Unfortunately that all changed when I was 16…
It was a Saturday afternoon and we played at 2pm. I got there with my parents and sister Terri at 1:30 to get changed and ready for the match. I was feeling okay before the match, but during our warmups, I started feeling off. The match started and 20 minutes in, I was cramping up really badly. I was playing on the left side of midfield which meant that I was the furthest away from our bench and the changing rooms. I was trying to signal to my coach that I needed to come off but she didn't notice. I did my best to keep up with the game but I did get beat several times. I was afraid to move too much because I knew that if I put too much effort in that I would make a mess in my panties. It didn't really matter. With about 10 minutes left in the first half, I just couldn't hold it any longer. The ball came to me and I ran with it for a few feet and when I did, I started going in my underwear. I passed the ball to one of our forwards who ended up scoring. I just stopped and it all came bubbling out of me, filling up my panties in an instant. Because I had on my compression shorts, the mess spread all over my bum and up my back. The first half finally ended and I told my coach that I was sick. The mess was starting to leak through my shorts and needless to say, I didn't come back to play in the second half.
My mom and Terri came to the change room to see how I was doing. I was just trying to get cleaned up so they helped me by passing me some wet paper towels. That was the only time that I got and assist while playing football and pooping my pants at the same time.
My next story is one that just happened this past week. It's actually about my sister Terri who is now 35 years old.
Her and I were both off on Friday. After she and her husband Scott dropped off their twin 8 year old daughters at school, Scott dropped Terri off at my place. Terri and I went to shopping at these outlet stores a couple hours drive away from where I live.
I had gotten my period on Thursday afternoon so, being on day two, it was quite heavy. I packed a number of extra heavy overnight maxi pads with me. I also decided to pack an extra pair of panties with me in case I leaked. I wore a pair of darkish blue jeans so if I did leak, it hopefully wouldn't be too noticeable.
We got to the outlet mall and shopped for a couple hours. We then went to lunch at a Tex-Mex restaurant and both had taco salads.
After lunch we were looking around in a really big HomeSense store. Terri let out a quiet moan and said that she needed to use the toilet. She went to the back of the store while I looked around. I could feel my period getting heavy and thought it would be good to use the ladies room to change my pad. As I was going towards the washrooms, Terri finally came out. When I saw her, I noticed that her eyes were reddish as if she had been crying. She came up to me and said, "We need to leave. Now." I said, "But I need to…" She cut me off and said, "Please, let's go." She started walking away and I said, "Terri, why? What happened?" She turned and said, "I didn't make it." She started walking again. I said, "What? What do you mean?" She stopped again, turned and said very quietly, "I didn't make it. I had an accident on my way to the washroom." Then even quieter, "I had a really bad cramp and I pooped my pants. Now I just want to go home and get cleaned up." I said, "Awe honey, I'm sorry."
We got out of the store and just as we were approaching my car, she grabbed her stomach, bent over slightly and completely filled her pants. It was very obvious that she had a bad accident because the bulge in her dark tan capri pants was very obvious and the wetness from her diarrhea was leaking through them.
She stood there crying and said, "Oh my god" over and over.
I said, "Let's walk over to Walmart so you can get cleaned up and changed. I have an extra pair of underwear that you can wear and I'll buy you a pair of pants and some wipes." She said, "Okay, thank you."
I grabbed her jacked and tied it around her waist to hide her accident.
We got to Walmart and went directly to the ladies room. I helped Terri into a stall and helped her take off her clothes. Her pink hipster panties were a total mess. The insides of her capri pants were also a wreck. I gave her some wet paper towels to get started with her cleanup. Before I left to buy her a new pair of pants, I went into another stall to change my pad as I desperately needed changing. It was completely soaked and it was a total miracle that I didn't have an accident of my own.
I picked out a pair of black tights for Terri and went to the baby section to buy some wipes. I got back to the ladies room and gave her everything including the extra pair of full-cut underwear that I had in my purse.
It took a while for Terri to get cleaned up enough where she felt comfortable to go home. I put her messy clothes in the Walmart bag so she could take them home to wash out properly.
An hour into our drive home I needed to stop because my pad needed changing again. I think it must have been because I was sitting, but my pad leaked at the back, through the right side of my pad and jeans. Terri was getting desperate to get to a toilet again as well. She was moaning quietly as we were driving. She looked at me and said, "Oh Steph, I don't think I can hold it." I said, "Oh honey, don't worry about it. Just go if you need to go. Just let it all out in your pants." I felt so bad for her. She closed her eyes and quietly said, "I'm sorry…" She lifted herself off her seat slightly and exploded in her pants. She said again, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I ruined your underwear." I said, "Terri please, don't worry about it. The same thing has happened to me twice in the past month or so".
We got to the rest stop on the highway because I still really needed to change my pad. As I mentioned above, my pad leaked on the right side of my bum. Terri didn't bother going in to use the washroom since the damage was already done.
After a long day, we got back to my place. I gave Terri another pair of panties and pants to change into. She had a shower to get properly cleaned up as well. I also changed my pants and underwear as well as my pad.
Scott and their daughters came over and we had a barbecue dinner.
That was actually the fourth and fifth times that I have seen my sister poop her pants. She has seen me have many accidents as well.
I'll be back again soon with more stories from my past. I had quite a few between when I turned 17 to 18.
StephanieKazumi Maho Hisae Mina (writer is Mina)
Kazumi gives surprise
Hi everyone, we hope you are OK even there is extreme weather and high price of everything, and danger of corona everywhere. We are OK for now.
This story is of 11 August, public holiday in Japan, so we had a time for long group motion like we do at a week-end. We used beige loo, it is a convenient for left-handed, but inconvenient for passion love after motion, because there is no tatami room in beige flat now.
If I (writer Mina) go into a detail of all four, this post will become to size of encyclopaedia, so I tell you Kazu only. Kazu pressure to me for 10 days. "Tell toiletstool site! Why you take so long to tell?" and pinch Mina's bottom many times.
So Kazu went on loo with Mina next her, Hisae and Maho at door. But Kazu take very long time to start. Because she was gassy very much. Many many o-nara, it means fart. Many beautiful noise. Violin and saxophone and tuba and clarinet and and and.... "Stop to compare noise of my bottom with musical instrument," Kazu growl. But we don't stop, of course.
About 5 minutes Kazu was buuu, buuu, buuu, many o-nara, but where is motion? Kazu said, "coming soon" but it didn't come. Only more trombone and viola. And sometimes tambourine.
Then suddenly she said, "coming out!!" and open knees for good view for Hisae and Maho, and raise bottom little bit.
Then suddenly large crackle, Kazu push hard and it came! And came and came! Very very long! How she did so long one! But Mina said, it break into pieces, seven big pieces, just before crash into loo water. So seven plop sounds (and then two very little ones).
So beautiful one! Three crushes are sniff and sniff and blink tears in eyes. Kazu we love you.... So beautiful one you did...
"Kazumi are you finish? "
"No..."
"Wow! What??" This is from Maho.
"Stand up Kazu, I have to flush" this is from Mina.
Kazumi stand up and we admire beautiful bottom which produce so long beautiful motion. That motion was so lovely! Colour of caramel. Mina flushed.
Kazu sat down and began to make trombone noise again. Many many many. Why she was so gassy?? Hisae squatting next her now, so she can massage. Mina moved to door, next Maho. Hisae massage well, and Kazu blow full orchestra into beige loo. We hope beige loo love music.
(Message from green loo just now! "I love music! Beige loo also love! Please give us many music!")
Kazumi suddenly jump up, put off socks so she is birthday suit 100%, but we are accustom so no big deal. Very hot in loo, so birthday suit is best, even we have two small fans on shelf. Kazu climb onto loo to squat. "I do this, you can see better, " she say with happy voice.
Then she pushed and made crackle and large turd came out again! Medium speed, but again very long! But bit shorter than first one maybe, and broke up only 4 big pieces, then some little ones. Kazu sit down again. "Almost I am finish." She sat a few more minutes, some orchestra but smaller than before and not so many, and some small plop sounds, they are dessert for beige loo. Then she washed, and of course we all dried. It was so a pleasure to dry her after she gives us so beautiful spectacle. Maybe beige loo heard sound "I love you" many many times.
Mina first, then Maho, sat on loo, Hisae was before Kazumi, and Kazumi said, "beautiful" many times but we don't give detail now because this post too long. After, it was usual routine. Move to green flat, shower, then warm communication in tatami room and Kazu was recipient of many many many warm words. But other three also, because we are always equal!
How happy time it was. About 90 minutes, from 0800 to 0930, include shower etc but not include tea in beige flat at end. We are early bird! But even early morning, it is hot, so we are birthday suit for motion and shower only. And we have cold tea, we often drink with sitting on loo. Bad girl at door control supply of tea.
We hope everyone can have comfy time on loo. We always sad when we read about accident which person didn't want. We never never feel reproach to person who have accident. Body sometimes will not cooperate! If you embarrass, remember four girls who love you even you fill underwear with caramel smell strong.
We love everyone this site. Love and love and love and LOVE!! Online big hugs and kisses to everyone.
Hisae Maho Kazumi MinaEmma two
Pood in the woods again
I went out for a walk in the woods with Sarah this morning and I was busting for a poo. Sarah had to pee quite badly and we were planning to go in the woods but the problem was there were a lot of people around and we had to look for somewhere private enough to relieve ourselves. After walking around for half an hour I was getting desperate for a poo and Sarah was complaining that she was going to wet herself if we didn't find a place to go soon. I was about to poo myself and and that would be far worse than Sarah wetting herself.
Eventually after and hour and a half we found somewhere that was far enough away from anyone who might be able to see us and Sarah didn't waste any time in pulling her shorts and knickers down to have her much needed wee. I pulled my leggings and knickers down together and squatted in front of Sarah and relaxed. I felt my poo coming out and man it felt so good. It broke off at nine inches and the next piece started coming out immediately after it and that was over a foot long. Sarah was still peeing so she must have been bursting and I pushed gently until I got the last of my poo out which was a more modest six inches long. Sarah was just finished her wee by now and we wiped with the toilet roll I'd brought along and pulled everything back up. I looked at the pool Sarah had created and it looked like a she'd peed a gallon. She looked at the pile of my poo and she said she couldn't believe a human being could poo that much.Emma two
Poo dream
I had a dream last night that I was walking around a shopping centre with a desperate need to have a poo but there were no toilets around. I decided I'd just do it in my knickers. I relaxed and immediately felt relief as I completely pood myself. The funny thing is no one seemed to notice and I realised my knickers were clean and the smell was gone. I had to pee as well so I decided to wet myself and again there was no sign of what I'd done. It felt so good to be able to get away with it in my dream and I really wish it was possible to do it for real.
Elvia
Using the opposite bathroom
Does anyone else do this or encourage this sometimes? Restroom breaks have been group affairs when we're out with our kids. If bathrooms were single person, I'd either go with them into the male one or encourage them to come into the female one with me. I don't think it's at all harmful if they're just single person.
We went on a trip this weekend and stopped at a rest stop. Since ours was the only car there I just decided to follow them into the mensroom and take my morning poop in one of the stalls. I think I've done this three other times and never got caught. It's not at all that difficult for me.
Kaycha
One Chanukah when I was 13, my very large family met at my grandparents to light the first candle together as is our tradition. I was currently wearing Goodnites 24/7. We ate holiday foods and played then us teens went outside in the dark to ride snowmachine. My mom whispered in my ear to go pee-pee before I went out and to come back in on time if I needed to go again. Boy did we have fun, towing each other on sleds behind the snowmachines. Suddenly my crotch grew very warm and I knew I was wetting my pullup. There was no way I could hold on and make it back to the house so I just let my pee-pee happen. Later we went back inside so my grandpa could read to us from the Holy book. As he read and we all sat around listening, I suddenly needed to pee-pee. I didn't care interrupt by getting up to go upstairs so I sat squirming until my body gave up trying and I started going. It felt like I'd never stop peeing. My crotch was swollen and felt soggy thru my pants. When I stood up, it was pretty clear, I had a diaper on and that I had wet in it. The outline of the damp bulge sagged between my legs
I was so uncomfortable but I didn't have a dry pullup to change into. When we left finally, my mom said in the car, So looks like you wet your pants tonight. You know what this means, don't you? I cringed but didn't answer. At home, she made me change out of my pants and diaper and lay face down on the bed, bare butt and legs exposed. She whipped me with a switch until I pee-peed on myself on the bed and until my legs and butt bled. Then I put on a dry diaper and pajamas and crawled into bed where I lay trembling 7ntil I finally fell asleep. I woke up the next morning in a soggy Good nite as usual. Even though I still struggle with going in my pants, I'm So glad those days of getting whippings for it are long past. Story 2. Last week I wet myself at my therapy appointment. I wasn't wearing a pullup so when I suddenly felt a very full bladder I grabbed myself between my legs with both hands and staggered out of the office to go to the bathroom. I was already starting to have an accident as I neared the toilet. My soggy crotch turned to dribbles then I pee-peed in my pants.it ran into my shoes and on the floor in a big puddle. I dropped just a tiny trickle in the toilet but I had already soaked my pants.
Kris
I really have to tell this somebody and I think, this is the right place to. Today my boyfriend completly pooped his pants in front of me and his parents.
So it actually started a few days ago, when I first noticed him looking a little more bloated than usual but I acutally didn't worry about it. One evening we were sitting on the couch watching a movie and he got up multiple times to use the bathroom, so I asked him what is wrong. He blushed a little.
"Well, it's a little embaressing, but I haven't been able to go to the toilet in a few days and now I got some bad gas and...", he grabbed his belly and I could see the pain in his face. "And some stomache cramps. I don't want to constantly fart next to you."
"It's fine. I really don't care. Maybe I can help you? Rub your stomache or anything?"
He sat down next to me and I started rubbing little circles on his bloated abdomen.
When I pressed a little harder, he freezed.
"Is everything allright?", I asked him. He couldn`t even answer me, because the farts just flew out of him.
"Sorry, I-I really can't hold it.", he told me. His voice was shakeing and right after there were even more farts. He also burped a couple of times.
"That's no problem. Do you need the toilet now?", I asked him, to which he seemed to think about for a second.
"No, I don't think so actually.", so I went on, hoping to ease his pain, which seemed to help.
We went to bed and the next day we were going visit my boyfriends parents. They live about two hours from us and we went there by car. We drove about one and a half hours, wenn I started Jack looking kind of uncomfortable.
"Are you not feeling good? Have you been able to use the toilet this morning?"
"No, but.", he closed his eyes for a second and his hand went on his stomache. First he burped, then he farted.
He let the window down.
"Sorry, I...need to go now, to be honest- Urgh." he farted again.
"Okay. Just don't worry. We will be there soon."
Jack seemed to get more and more nervous. The farts now followed more frequent, he blushed really hard.
"Can you hurry up?", he asked me, so I pushed the speedlimits a little.
Unfortunately we didn't find a parking spot near their house and we had to walk to them.
I got out of the car, but Jack didn't.
"Come on, I thought, you needed to use the toilet!"
He was shakeing now.
"Well, when I get up, I will poop.", he said again having his hand ob his belly.
"You can't sit in here forever. Come on, it's just a short walk and then you can relief yourself."
I hold out my hand for him to grab and he very slowly got out of the car.
We took a few steps, then he let go of my hand, to press one hand on to his stomache, the other on his butt.
It was really akward watching him walk like this. He could only manage a few steps at a time, before he had to take a little break and press his legs together.
"Come on, you'll make it.", I encouraged him.
Jack was breathing heavily and he was sweating.
"I never needed to shit like this before!", he almost cried now. He was really desperate and he couldn't even walk straight anymore. He also couldn't take off his hand from his butt.
"I really need to go!", he whined, but I could already see his parents house.
"Hold on! You can do it!"
At this point Jack was nearly shitting himself, farting constantly and his whole body shakeing.
His parents and sister were sitting in the frontyard around an outside coffeetable, because the weather was quiet nice. They greeted us and yes, they saw Jack wadling in the garden clearly visible, that he needed to poop bad.
"We will talk in a minute. I first -" Jack wanted to rush inside, but he wasn't fast enough. He was already farting like crazy and then he lost the fight. He grunted. And bent over, while his poop was working it's way out of him.
"I can't hold it!", he cried out.
"What do you mean?", his Mom asked. Her question was answered by the growing bulge in her sons pants.
Jack filled his pants with everyone watching. He couldn't even move.
"I can't stop it!"
I took his hand, "It's alright. Let everything out. You will feel better.", I encouraged him.
And he did. Liturally a second after I said that, he gave a little push and after that massive hard poop, he had diarrhea rushing out of him.
I have never seen anything like this. I don't know how lonh this took, but after he finished his accident, Jack ran in and wanted to leave right after.
He did barely talk to me since this happened.Jason
Vacation travel urgent truck stop dump
Me and my wife and kids were traveling this summer for a family vacation. We went to the mountains in north Carolina and had a great time ate at some local family owned restaurants and the food was great but on the 3rd day of our trip we were leaving headed south on the road everything was fine felt great until about 2 hrs into our drive my insides felt gurgley.i told my wife I might need to stop soon she just snickered and said I told you to go before we left I replied I did but something doesn't feel right. She looked at me and said you need to shit again don't you I replied yes. Well about another 10 min I am dieing my bowels were screaming she said let's find a nicer place I told her I need to sit on a toilet like now. We pull into a truckstop it looked nice I make a b line to the bathroom I get in there and it is packed it had 3 stalls all occupied I was first to wait so I am standing there about to shit myself and I heard a lot of plops facts and my need was getting worse I finally heard a gent wiping I was relieved he got his pants pulled up and I heard him breathing real heavy he ripped them back down sat and exploded. I was getting nervous I was about to shit in a urnail finally another stall opened a big guy walked out saying sorry but it won't flush I replied I don't care I need a toilet . I close the door look in the bowl it was full but I had to go I sat down just as the door opened I heard a ladies voice speaking and I explored like a volcano it felt amazing I heard the female voice laugh saying omg. I was on the toilet for 5 minutes nonstop diarrhea the other 2 stalls had the same people in them . A few people were waiting but I couldn't leave aft we 10 min I finally felt done get up the toilet wont flush I walk out no ody was waiting so I left got back to my car that was close
Kristi
Embarrassment at the Gas Station
Hi all, it's Kristi. Happy Friday!
I'm on a road trip with Steve. He's driving and I'm posting.
We just stopped at a gas station so I could go poop... and I had some embarrassment (thanks to another gal!)
So, in typical Kristi fashion, I probably should have pooped before we left home (we're an hour into a four hour drive), but we wanted to get on the road. After 45 minutes I told Steve I needed to take a crap.
We pulled into a gas station. He bought a drink and said he'd meet me in the car.
The ladies room was locked. I knocked and heard a voice say that she'd be right out. (I wasn't desperate, but I needed to go.)
After another couple minutes, a woman comes out. (Short, with longer brown hair. Pretty girl. Probably 20-25 years old.) As I'm going in (it's a one person bathroom- one toilet and one sink), she looks at me and shyly says, "Sorry". She then kind of points at the bathroom, then quickly walks away.
I go in and realize why she said "sorry" (although personally I don't think anyone should have to be sorry for their bodily functions.)
This girl (I'm assuming it was her) had pooped an unbelievably massive load... and I could tell that there was no way it was going to flush down.
It was a huge, huge log lying crossways in the bowl. Then there was another big chunk on top of that.
I flushed but there was no way it was going down.
And now I really needed to poop.
So, I did. But I'm thinking, "If someone else is waiting and comes in after me, she's going to think I'm not human."
But my poop isn't waiting. I felt it leaving my body as I tried to relax. It did feel really good and I did feel a lot better. I finished with a good pee.
Before wiping I stood up to look. I wanted to see the damage. Besides the last girl's load, there were two new (smaller than hers, but still pretty big) logs and some small pieces that were also mine.
I wiped while standing up. I then pulled the toilet handle even though I knew there was no way it was going to flush.
Washed my hands and took a deep breath. I was praying that nobody was waiting for the bathroom.
I exited. Nobody was there waiting... I thought. Then I saw a couple of women start walking towards the bathroom.
I practically ran out of the store and jumped in the car. As we pulled away, I told Steve about all of this.
Fortunately, this was a gas station in a random town that I'll probably never be back to.
But right now, they're probably talking about that redhead who took the biggest poop ever.
Love,
Kristi
Sunday, August 21, 2022
P>Thunder
Incontinence Undies Product Review
If you go back in posts you will see I regularly mention incontinence wear. I have a neurological condition which affects many things and that includes bowels and bladder.
Now there are the negativities being the costs (but the government pays my bills) and the effect on the environment which we cannot deny as it makes up land fill. There are the privacy issues in that you cannot go into a change room and staying at other peoples houses you have to be discreet.
For me it is a case of continence undies or do not leave home.
the limitations are that if I fully wet my pants then they would fill up, fall down and collapse/. They can handle a dripping bladder of a few urgent squirts. As to the other skid marks are no problem and I sure get skid marks. This is due to sometimes difficulty in wiping my bottom and also constipation where there is some hard stool in the rectum. One can fart with free will because any follow through ( or a shart) is absorbed.
I would recommend more people consider wearing same on occasions.....I would suggest when constipated that if on gets caught short then just let it go. I have read posts about people clenching butt cheeks as they approach the toilet...well with incontinence undies no worries.
Does any one have any comments?
ThunderCJ
Re: Stalls with g< aps
Re: Stalls with gaps
I can understand that but I suppose I've been conditioned by now to not really be embarrassed by seeing someone wiping and checking their paper. I have to poop in public bathrooms at least twice a day and it's rare that I'm not joined by 4-7 other co workers. Our bathroom has 5 stalls but we often try to do our shits in the morning, during lunch, and after quitting time so 5 guys are always popping at the same time with 3-7 just waiting and we really have good conversations in there. Our bathroom has pretty large gaps and also the arrangement where you see the pooper's crotch, head on in the handicapped stall. The usual protocol is for people on the toilets to engage in conversation with others waiting or on other toilets. Once that happens, many of us will lock eyes through the crack just to be more engaging. I think it really helps that we're guys and we can let loose and talk in there without the pressures of work outside the bathroom. It really is bonding to talk and joke with each other, pants and undies down to our ankles, pooping, farting and just loving guy talk. We aren't particularly concerned if others see us in the crack, our penises, or poop hanging out. Nothing shocking to us at this point.
At this point we have all heard each others farts, plops, diarrhea, grunts, and conversations between each other, just to lighten the mood and not be so embarrassed. We really have good times in there! Good jokes, good laughs, and awesome shits! Our typical conversation with the sounds of us pooping and farting is something I REALLY love, because I really love pooing!
<dime
constipation cramps
hey
havnt posted in a while but i really only feel inspired when i'm having a horrible time on the toilet. i've been constipated for a couple days now and i just all the sudden got the worst cramps ever. i know i am about to destroy this bathroom and i will feel so good after but right now i am struggling. these are the times i wish i had a bed pan or diaper. would be so much nicer to do this in the comfort of bed.
oh it's starting to move but just pebbles. tooting a little now and it's not smelling great. i just want to feel it all come out. i can feel the cork poking out but it hurts so bad. ohhhh my god it's all coming now. it smells proper awful in here but that's how u know you are making progress.
wave 1 is over but there is definitely more in me. that's first wave tho felt so good. that's me most i've released in a good week or so.
wave 2 is poking out and i really just need it out i still feel bloated to the max. i've taken to the squared position and hopefully there isn't too much splash. if it ever comes out.
i just made the oddest noises ever but i think it's all out. that felt amazing. i think i'm gonna sit and read for a bit just in case but thank you all for reading. hope this helps u through tough times.
P> I was at a gas station today and had to pee. The bathroom was kind of nasty, so I immediately went to the trashcan and started peeing in it without a second thought. It felt great, almost as if it were second nature.
sarah
quick subway shit
today i stopped at a subway to get lunch. i sat in the back by the bathroom. a girl who was eating when i came in finished eating. she then went into the bathroom. i could not hear anything but she was in there for a few minutes. i could hear the flush. she left and i caught a whiff of poo smell when she opened the door. after eating a big sandwich my bowels became stimulated. i decided i would take a quick shit before going back to work. i went into the single person bathroom. there was a very faint poo smell still lingering. i covered the seat and sat pulling my jeans to my ankles. i noticed that the bathroom was small but clean while i sat. i pushed and three turds quickly came out. they were small but felt relieving. i then took a short piss. had to wipe only twice. one of the fastest shits ive taken.
William
Do any guys have stories about pooping at school? When you were in school did you usually poop when you needed to go, or did you hold it until you got home?Jen c
Dinner party/ phone call that took too long/ with my friends
Hello again. I will now post my next 3 accidents
Ok so when I was 13 my mom had a dinner party for her co workers. They're whole family's would be coming over. I think there was like 30 people coming over. My mom made sure we were all cleaned up and wearing nice clothes. I took a shower and got myself ready. I sat at the teens table right before I grabbed my plate I started to feel like I had to poop. While in line I farted. It smelled pretty bad. I ate every last bite of my dinner then disaster struck. I stood up to throw my plate away and it started coming out uncontrollably. I was shocked. I had just pooped my pants. It didn't take long for people to start to smell it either. I tried to sneak off to the bathroom to at least dump the load out of my panties. But my mom saw the bulge in my jeans and smelled the poop when she got near me. she was pretty mad me for this one. Once we were in the bathroom she took my very full panties and I heard the biggest thud as she emptied my underwear out. She took a wet cloth to my ass to clean it and then made me sit on the toilet while she cleaned out my panties.
Anna from Austria
This time I am going to do the poo log survey
a) Where you last pooped?
Restroom at a Taumberger oulet (that's a bakery chain here in Austria)
b) Date/Time you last pooped? Today (August 17) at around 8:00 in the morning
c) What you read if anything? Was not reading. Had to type a what's app message to my boss that I am going to be late.
d) How long you took you to poop? about 10 minutes maybe more.
e) Were you shameful? A bit. It was single occupant bathroom with thick walls so I was not worried beingh heard but was a bit afraid that somebody would enter the bathroom right after me because I stunk up the place.
f) Did it smell? Yes a lot.
g) Did you enjoy it? No. Point H will explain why.
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today?
To my ankles.
i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story?
I am going to tell the whole story.
I started doing Yoga class for the first on the 16th of August in the evening.
I was not used to Yoga so many muscles in my body were aching this morning. I had bought some magnesium citrate for the muscles quite a while ago but never used it so far. I decided to try it out today to get some relief from the muscle pain.
I did not know back then that magnesium citrate can also be used as a laxative and apparently my body reacted to the magnesium pretty fast and hard.
I was walking to my office when my stomach started to cramp and I felt a very strong urge at my behind. Luckily there was a Taumberger outlet nearby.
I entered the bathroom without saying anything. (it is not common to use bathrooms in outlets when not consuming something so the people were maybe looking at me in a strange way)
I pulled down my pants and my panties and started to blast liquid diarrhea for about 10 minutes with many farts. In the end, I really blow up the toilet. I even had to use the toilet brush for some time.
After feeling empty I flushed, washed my hands, and left the toilet. Then I bought a croissant for lunch and left the store and headed back to work.
I came late to work but as this has never happened before my boss did not say much about it.
That's it for today
greetings from Austria
AnnaMatthew
Stalls with gaps
I was at the supermarket one morning when the urge to pee prompted me to enter the restroom. There is one stall and one urinal. The stall is designed so that the door is not in front of the toilet but on the side, so you'd enter the stall and take a sharp left to go to the toilet. There is a large gap on the door. When I entered the restroom, I immediately saw a young man in the stall whom I recognized as a cashier who was wiping. He was standing with his knees bent and you could see him passing a wad of toilet paper behind him as he wiped his ass. There was absolutely no privacy and I wondered if he knew or even cared. Later, I checked out at his register and I thought that he had just taken his morning shit and I had witnessed this private act of him cleaning up. It was a somewhat odd thought.Jen c
Too long on the phone/ park
Hello I'm back with my next 2 accidents
So I must have just turned 14 when this one happened. My friend Tim was staying the night at his friend Andy's dads house who happened to live right up the street from me. I called him to make plans for the next day. While on the phone I got the feeling that I had to poop. I stayed on the phone for an hour or so then once it started to poke out I told him I had to go and I would see him the next day. I hopped off the bed and once I did it started coming out and there was nothing i could do to stop it. I just looked back and saw my pants bulging out. It was huge. Luckily it was solid and stayed contained in my panties. I went to grab a change of clothes so i could go clean up and shower off this big mess. My mom was coming up the stairs as i was walking towards the bathroom and saw the big bulge and the way i was walking had to have made obvious what i had done. She asked me if i pooped my pants. I lied and said I just really gotta go. She tricked me tho by saying she did too and since we were both girls it would be fine to use the bathroom together. I pulled my pants and underwear down enough to pee. My mom thought, pulled my pants and undies down further so she could inspect them. They were absolutely loaded. Luckily there was minimal smell. My mom was really mad this time because it was in my own home. The entire time saying that I'm too old to be having this many accidents. I got changed and spent the rest of the night in my room.
The next day around noon I went to the bathroom to pee and off i went to go meet up with my friends. Tim had a football to throw around as he would be trying out to play qb for the school and needed practice. I wasn't a tomboy was I also was not a girly girl so I could catch a football. Almost as soon as we got there I got the feeling in my stomach that I had to poop. I let it be for about an hour then I knew I couldn't hold it much longer so I suggested that the three of us h as back to my place to watch a movie. On the walk I got a sharp felling of needing to pee too. I made it about 2 more minutes when it happened. I stopped squatted down and started pooping in my pants. This one wasn't as big as the night before but it was messier because as soon as I got done pooping, I peed myself. I was soaked. We got back to my house my mom instantly noticed my wet pants and questioned me on it. While inspecting the damage from my wet pants she must have noticed the bulge on my butt because she pulled the back of pants and waistband of my panties out enough to look inside and she got pretty mad at me. She dragged me upstairs into the bathroom. Made me sit on the toilet while she got me cleaned up. Worst part is, she left the bathroom door open and it's right at the top of the stairs so if anyone came up they could see me sitting there while my mom was cleaning my underwear out. That was my most embarrassing one.
Ronette
Boyfriend's bathroom skills
I'm surviving a busy schedule of being a full-time college student, paying for it with a lot of child sitting, and, with necessary extra work as a temp employee. I don't have a car and rely on the subway and an occasional ride share to get around. Some nights I may get home just past midnight at my parents house and at 6 a.m. I'm at the transit center for my train. Like last week I only took one pee at my parents and one crap at my boyfriend Monty's small apartment. The rest were on campus, at transit centers, or at fast food places I ate at. Two times at a city park this 6 year old girl I care for needed to pee. Once her older brother needed to crap at the swimming pool and she and him got into a fight because he didn't want to get out of the water to go and I was afraid the life guards would kick us out.
Monty has a good job, is way more intelligent than me, but has lived a pretty sheltered life. He doesn't go out that much or travel much. He has this attitude that he wants to avoid using public bathrooms at all cost. So Saturday morning he and I decided to take a weekend trip to our state fair and about 100 miles past there, take in a music festival. We would stay at a motel and come back late Sunday evening. I took the tran over to near Monty's apartment and he was waiting for me outside the ladies room when I came out. My thinking was by my pissing there, we could go six blocks over to the highway and start our drive. We went to his place for a couple of hours so he could get his daily shit in before we left. He's 22, almost 23, and afraid to shit at a place like a highway rest stop!
As I sat for my shit a couple hours later at the fair, plus two relatively fast pit stops to pee between rides, I decided not to ask him about his attitudes, but I've always been open about telling people I need a toilet, getting on the closest one, and then getting back to whatever I'm doing. (With the one exception, Chadd at the swimming pool) all of my friends have the same philosophy. Everyone on our campus uses class breaks and use the nearest bathroom in that building rather than walking back to the dorm. It just seems so .....normal!
For the rest of that Saturday I drank a lot because of the hot weather and peed five or six times before we got to our motel. Monty kind of raced with agitation through the city we were staying at and I could see he was pained between his legs. When he had to circle the parking lot driveway by driveway to find a parking space I thought for sure he was going to lose it. Once we got to our room he couldn't get into the bathroom fast enough. He slammed the seat up so hard I'm surprised it didn't break in half or fall down. He must have really bubbled that bowl up for almost five minutes. He came out while he was still putting his unit away. I can't describe the satisfying look on his face.
By the time we got the the music festival grounds Sunday morning, there must have been 20 or 30,000 there. The only parking we could find was to go up on a curb, across a sidewalk and onto a vacant lot. Then we had to walk about a half mile to get to the festival grounds. The first thing we did was walk past a lot of emergency vehicles and first aid tents. I guess it was the coffee that we shared during the drive, but it had gone right through my system. There was a trailer where we could see about 20 portable potty units and a ramp up to it. I told Monty to wait for me because we might not see some of those for a long time and there wasn't much of a line. He seemed surprised I would use one. Imagine that! I had to make three or four pulls on the door for it to open. I quickly went in, slid my shorts and thong down, and took my seat. I hope it was the humidity but the seat seemed wet. It seemed that my pee was falling onto tin under me, but I felt the relief right away. I sat for an extra 30 seconds or so because I wasn't getting eaten up by bugs and I wanted to make sure I was taking care of my needs for at least a few hours. When I came out I told Monty he should go as a precaution because with all the beer and everything being sold, the lines were going to be getting longer. Then he said something about his stealth bladder and how it had to be trained. I just thought about that attitude and concluded with a mental F*** *** thought.
We enjoyed what we could hear of the first two bands and I almost feel asleep on our blanket. While the next band was setting up, Monty said he was going to stretch his legs. Was he ever! If he was going to find some privacy for his pee, he was going to have to walk three or four blocks over by the highway. I made sure his phone was on and charged, although I knew the reception wasn't going to be good. He came back about a half hour later, his shorts were still unzipped, and he said he cleaned off the back wheel of a news truck. He said there must have been 50 or 60 men and women behind that truck pissing away. He said a few were doing a squat shit. A couple hours later I asked Monty to point me to where he had seen more portables. He brought the location up on his phone and I took off to take my shit.The fact that I had been holding my load for an hour or so made me more desperate. I was also confident, too. It would be a short sit and I wouldn't be melting under the sunlight and humidity. Once the door opened and a lady about 10 years older than me came out, I quickly latched the door behind me and a double sized soft snake came out of me. I carry some Kleenex in my back pocket for such events. I used it with probably 60% efficiency.
The hot wind sure felt good when I opened my door and went back to Monty. He asked me how I could use such a deplorable bathroom at such a super public place and I told him I'm not one to have ever shied from public toilet usage. Again, he seemed surprised that I'm so open to using toilets away from home. I told him that on some days when I have a busy schedule I may use seven or eight bathrooms during my day of classes and child-care activities. On the drive back home he asked me a series of questions that are probably too personal to elaborate on here.
Monty's always been kind of sheltered and not as practical as me.
When I'm out with my child care kids I've always tried to make taking care of their bodily functions something that they need to try and get confidence in. Holding it in and withstanding the pain and awkwardness is not an option. I've had a few girls and boys learn their lesson the hard way with an accident. But I still have work to do with Monty.
Anna from Austria:
I enjoyed your swimming poop story. What exactly makes a public poop a bit too public for your liking? Do you use the same criteria for peeing? Do you have any ideas on how I might break Monty of his attitude and habits toward public bathrooms?Kaycha
When I was in 8th grade and still having way too many potty accidrnts for my age, my mom, clearly at her wits end, brought home a box of Goodnites. I was confused for a moment as I already wore Goodnites for my bedwetting. She told me she was DONE being embarrassed by me wetting my pants during the day and if it EVER happened again, I would no longer wear panties until I could be completely dry for 1 month. I felt both relief and humiliation. I knew I couldn't go a whole month without an accident. It just wasn't possible. I felt like such a failure. But I was also relieved that I'd be wearing pullups during the day again. It had only been about 6 years since I'd been put in panties. I needed a diaper during the day but the school had insisted on underwear despite my potty training failures. But at the same time I was determined to try to be dry for as long as possible. Maybe I could go a month if I was very careful. Deep down though I knew it wasn't possible. The next day at school, I asked our very sour gym substitute for the toilet as soon as I felt the urge. He impatiently told me to wait. I couldn't. My crotch was already damp and then a dribble ran down my inner thigh and drooled down my bare leg. I turned and ran but stopped short as the dam broke and I was urinating on the gym floor. I got to the bathroom finishing the last bit of pee-pee in the toilet. Just a tiny trickle or two. But I was relieved as I changed into a good nite and dry pants. I felt secure and so safe I started to cry. I had needed a diaper for years now and the years of embarrassment and humiliation seemed to slip away just by putting on that diaper. I didn't use it that day-I managed my other bathroom visits on time but the next three days, I had an accident in my good nite and it dutifully soaked it up and no one was the wiser.Blake
Reenactment story
So today, I kinda have an odd one for you all. I occasionally do re-enactments, and just recently I was in one and a lot of toilet related stuff happened. First thing that happened was that I was walked in on while I was having a pee. I had felt the urge and excused myself from the group and made my way across the field we were in to the outhouses, yes outhouses, not porta potties, anyways I got to the outhouses, found one that was empty. And entered, I hoisted up my dress and petticoats, pulled down my panties, and took my seat. I sat there for a good two minutes jetting pee, then all of a sudden the door opened and there was this teen girl standing there, she quickly apologized and shut the door before I could say anything.
The second story is from the same reenactment, I felt the need to relieve myself again so I walked across the field, and found that the outhouses were closed for cleaning, by the time I got there my gut was growling and cramping and I knew that I had to go for a poo quickly or I was going to have an accident. At first I just stood in line waiting for the cleaning to be over, but my stomach said "no you can't wait you have to poo now!" I must have looked pretty uncomfortable cause one of the other girls in line told me that there was a nice secluded spot nearby in the woods. I could only nod as I stifled a moan. She said that she'd go with me and keep watch, she lead me to a place not far from the outhouses but hidden from the field by trees. I groaned as I lifted my dress and petticoats, pulled my panties down and squatted. I almost moaned aloud as I released a ton of soft serve, after about 10 minutes of pooping I finished and asked her for something to wipe with, I received some napkins which I gladly accepted and quickly cleaned my butt with. I fixed my clothes and headed back to my reenactment area, I honestly hope nobody saw me take that dump. As for the girl, I became pretty good friends with her, kinda easy to bond during a poo for some reason. Also sorry for this kinda being all over the place I'm tired. Also if anyone wants to hear more detailed stories about using outhouses, just let me know.
Wednesday, August 17, 2022
Female peeing on a telegraph pole
Saturday night I was laying on my bed but could not sleep due to the heat. When at about 2am I hear shouting in the back lane, being nosy I went to the window and look out. The shouting came closer and I heard a man tell someone to go away, then I saw a tall thin man come running down the lane. With that a female shouted to wait.
Soon a female in a light summer dress came into view, I think she had been drinking as she was staggering down the lane. As she got closer she lifted the hem of her dress up around her waist, she staggered down the lane to a telegraph pole opposite to my next-door neighbours house, she turned and when to it, this was the first full view of her bum, no sign of any knickers, she turn at an angle and leaned her bum on to it, she started to pee, I could only hear the pee hitting the concrete and see the stream runner across the lane, as she went to stand up she nearly fell forwards.
She continued to stagger on down the lane still with her dress up around her waist, I watched her ass as she went passed my house and on down the lane.
I do not know when she pulled her dress back down as three, doors down there is a tree that blocks out the lane from my house.
Thunder
Product Review Bidet
Some weeks ago I had a bidet installed and funded by the government due to my neurological condition. It is a toilet seat style bidet with a heated seat deodoriser , Bidet function that also squirts water on your hole but with much more force.
I needed a bidet because of difficulty in wiping and sometimes my attempts at wiping make the situation worse...rather than wiping off the shit I spread it over my bum.
Now the limitation is that I have the majority of my craps away from home due to the irregular nature of my bowels and my condition .I am often out or at work as well. I find it often hard to do a poo first thing in the morning.
Firstly the heated seat I appreciate...it helps me relax more. The enema function I wish was more effective but it does help stimulate things a bit. When I sit for a BM I start the enema function and it helps a bit . It also cleans my arse sometimes. It cleans for a normal poo but if I have hard stools lodged in my rectum it is of limited effect.
It has a drying function that blows air but does not completely dry me.
The actual process takes several minutes which is OK provided time is not limited. The deodorising function does not seem to do much.
As to my physical limitations they are always worse in the early mornings so if I have to take a shit then it is a godsend!
As to saving of toilet paper forget it. Yes, there is a saving of toilet paper, quite a bit, but for the cost of a bidet and installation you could buy a real lot of toilet paper.
Another limitation is I went to vomit one night and with the bidet it narrowed the toilet bowl so not good there. Also I sit to wee so as not to get anything on the floor but the angle I sit at etc ,means that despite sitting wee flies out between the seat and the rim of the toilet bowl....I now have to be careful and adjust me sitting for a wee position. Now as to cleaning it cannot handle chemicals and I would not trust our cleaner so I have to clean it myself . Another cleaning issue is that when the enema function is on and I am shitting to sprays some poo over the bowl like I had the splatters so more cleaning required.
Yes, I still love, love my bidet...has anyone else got anything to contribute?Stefanie
Constipation problems and public places
I'm starting my second year of middle school and my mom says I don't have a lot of confidence in using bathrooms away from home. The school toilets sucked last year because the privacy doors were taken down because of vaping and other misuse. We only had those cut-off toilet paper squares for wiping. I had difficulty in just handling one of them and doing my daily after crap wipe without getting crap on my fingers. When that would happen I would be forced to stop and wash my hands and I would get detention time because waiting for a sink to open made me late to class.That meant I had to report four times to school on Saturday mornings to serve my time. My dad, who drove me to school for those, kinda sympathizes with me but said I will see it differently with more maturity.
This last week me and my friend Monique have been spending much of the time of our last week of school at the mall. We're getting school supplies and looking at new outfits. We also go to movies there. Monique uses the bathrooms there with no problem. Her pees start immediately when her turn comes, she is seated for about a minute, then she flushes and comes out and I take my shift. Like a few minutes earlier I felt a strong need to crap, but once I take my seat it seems like my crap stays inside me and it frustrates me to no end. I take very positions on the toilet and change them to feel more at ease, which is something my pediatrician recommends. The longer I sit, I hear other shoppers waiting tap on my door or worse yet place their eyes against the space between the door and toilet partitions. I've had a few ask me how long I'm going to be. Even my dad thinks that's a dumb question. Or they tell me they need a fast pee. Like I'm suppose to get up and turn the toilet over to them. I just don't know what to say. Monique has come up with some great one-liners, but I'm not comfortable using that language to people I don't know.
On Friday morning Monique and I went into one of the largest mall bathrooms. I hadn't crapped well in three days and the previous evening she had given me a large laxative pill when I stayed over at her house.
Now it was nearly noon, a crowded bathroom, and it was working. After about 10 minutes a toilet opened, I ran for it, latched the door, dropped my panties and jeans to my feet, and sat on the warm seat. Monique was at the doorway. I told her during the wait I had lost the feeling in my gut. She told me to chill and take my time. After about 10 minutes I was ready to give up and head out with Monique to the movies at the other end of the building. Monique said no. From under the privacy door she handed me a suppository pack. I had used one after school one night at her house, but never while on a public toilet. She told me I had nothing to lose. Luckily I had no problem inserting it, although she was willing to help me, and she told me it would take about 15 to 20 minutes to make me go. She suggested we walk down to the movies. First, I told her it was a dumb idea and I just wanted to sit and wait. But she usually gives me good advice and has been a great friend this year, so I gave in.
We walked a little faster through the mall because I didn't want to have an accident between bathrooms. That exercise sure helped. While she stood in the line to buy our tickets, I rushed to the lobby toilets, praying that they were not busy. The middle stall was open and I practically tore the button off my jeans to save a half second. I dropped my butt onto the toilet so fast I think I bounced. Immediately there was a series of explosions and immediately I got relief to my pain. I texted Monique that it was over, but that the three-inches left on the toilet paper roll were pretty short of my wiping needs. Within a couple of minutes she was at my door with a mitt full of what I needed.
When I got home my mom was concerned that that I had used a suppository at my age, but didn't seem concerned about a streak in the seat of my white undies. She's getting me blue and black underwear and several new loose-fitting dresses for the new school year. I'm so lucky that Monique had taken a suppository out of their medicine packet for me.
Both she and I enjoyed a pee we took after the movie and while my mom was coming to pick us up. It feels a lot better to have success on the toilet than to leave without it.
Dutch boy
Poop log survey
a) Where you last pooped?
Behind a bush in northern Finland. I am on a camping trip with my parents. We stay almost every night in a tent in the wilderness.
b) Date/Time you last pooped?
Today (Sunday 14th Augustus) at about 08:30 (just before breakfast).
c) What you read if anything?
Nothing.
d) How long you took you to poop?
I think it took less than two minutes because I had a very strong need.
e) Were you shameful?
Not really, but I was anxious that someone should come by because there were several others camping around.
f) Did it smell?
Yes, it did.
g) Did you enjoy it?
Yes, because I had not pooped for about three days now. It was good to get it out. It was quite a huge amount. Four lumps, one hard, three soft, each 10-15 cm long and diameter 3 cm, light brown.
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today?
Before squatting I pulled my shorts till just above the knees.
i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story?
After I had pooped, my mother went to take her morning dump at the same spot. I am not sure that she understood it was me that had been there before, because when I went to poop she was bathing. I also think my father pooped this morning, but I do not know where and when. I think he probably did it before the rest of us went up. My sister pooped yesterday evening and I do not think she has pooped yet today. She almost always poops just before it gets dark in the late evening.
When wildcamping there is a possibility for quite a lot of unusual pooping situations. I think that I have only been spotted once (by another camper, one of the biking women to be mentioned later). Last week my mother told that she discovered a boy lurking around in the woods behind her when she was pooping. I have seen several other campers when peeing or pooping, not only my parents and my sister. Some days back we stayed in the same area as a group of scouts. Then both my sister and I spotted some of the girls and boys pooping in the woods. My sister also walked in on one of the adult leaders when he was squatting late in the evening. She said that he looked like being very embarrassed when she came by.
A few days back we camped near two biking women. In the morning I walked in on one of them just as she was wiping her ass after pooping. I think both of us became surprised as well as a bit embarrassed. She smiled and said something in Scandinavian that I did not understand. Some minutes later the other one walked in on me when I was squatting. She smiled and said sorry and went in another direction. On my way back I got a glimpse of her squatting with a bare bum between the bushes.
One day when picking berries my mother and I discovered another berry picker (elderly man) just as he was pulling down and squatting. We immediately went away and he did not observe us. Later, when passing where he had pooped, we saw the poop (a very long cable) he had left and my mother smiled and said that obviously he had had a strong urge. Later we met him and his wife at the parking area. He smiled to us without any knowledge that we had spotted him just as he pulled down his trousers.I was at a gas station today and had to pee. The bathroom was kind of nasty, so I immediately went to the trashcan and started peeing in it without a second thought. It felt great, almost as if it were second nature.
M
Public bathrooms with little privacy
Has anyone been in a public bathroom that has not a lot of privacy and do you have stories about them. For example a big gap in the partition of the stall door or the tiles reflecting the other person on the toilet. It makes me wonder why the people who designed the bathrooms would put reflective tiles. It would make people uncomfortable however in my case one of those situations led me to meeting this guy I'm currently dating. We've been dating for a month now. I went in to the men's room because I needed to pee. There were only 2 stalls and a bunch of urinals. I saw someone sitting in the stall next to the furthest urinal. I went to that urinal to pee. The guy was sitting in there wearing black flip flops and black shorts with white stripes and they went down to his ankles. Seeing his feet he looked like he was either Latino and Middle Eastern. I get to the urinal to pee and there was a gap between the back of the stall and the wall and I could see his back while he was sitting on the toilet. I couldn't smell anything or hear anything but I finished my pee and then I went to wash my hands and while I was doing that I glanced over and I could tell by the way his feet were positioned he was wiping. There was someone in the other stall too and he was wiping. I took time to wash my hands and I saw him pulling his shorts up. He came out and I thought he was really good looking and we happened to smile at each other. I walk back out to the store and I saw him looking around in the store and wanted to talk to him. I said hello to him and everything went from there. Not a conventional way to meet someone mind you but he's a wonderful man and things are going great!!
To Sarah
I enjoyed your recent story hope everything came out smoothly. I dropped a deuce this morning had to push a little bit to get it out. What is your most memorable public poop? just wondering looking forward to hearing your story!jen c
more accidents
hello I'm back, in my last post I talked about the first two times I pooped my pants when I was 12
this one is from when I was 13, this time my friend was coming over my house. she called me to make plans, I got the urge to poop while on the phone with her, but once I got off it went away, I figured no biggie, well an hour went by then I had to poop again. but I didn't want to go just yet in case my friend got there while I was in the bathroom, she's a loud mouth and has a tiny bladder and has no problem yelling out that someone had just shit in the bathroom. well I wasn't about to go stinking it up and have her walk in there to pee and smell my poop. she got there 20 minutes later, I had to poop pretty bad by this point. my friend picked out a movie. during the movie I released 2 silent farts, one of witch the smell didn't go away. I looked over at my friend and saw a huge bugle in the back of her pants. she pooped her pants. out of no where I lost my battle and started pooping my own pants. my mom came in and saw me going, she was mad at me but no too mad, she cleaned me up. once I was done my friend went in to clean her accident up.