Melody B
Hi! I'm Melody B. I posted my first story here very recently and wanted to post another. These are more stories from my childhood.
Me and my slightly older brother Justin shared a room as kids. One night our parents had put us to bed but neither of us could sleep. After a while of trying to sleep but failing, it hit me that I had to pee. Justin was happy to come with me. We snuck to the bathroom. I wore "long John pajamas" to bed and so did he. So I pulled my bottoms to my ankles. Then I sat on the toilet and splayed my legs. He stared at my vagina and was captivated watching me pee. I wiped myself once I was done, pulled my pants up and washed my hands. So now it was his turn.
He was in long John pajamas++ too but he completely removed his bottoms. He said "I think I have to do poopy" so since he had to poop he sat down on the toilet, parted his legs and leaned back. He peed for a while. And then he started to push. At first only a fart came out. Then some impressively large turds started to come. He was grunting a lot so I could tell it wasn't an easy one. So we had to wait for him to get it out for a while. He had a tricky one at the end. It seems that almost everyone on this site has had an experience with poop getting stuck. So have I but I will tell that story another time. That's what happened to him.
It was turtleheading. He balled up his fists, scrunched up his face and pushed. This made a few inches come out but it was still stuck in his bottom and he had more to push out. But then, turd still hanging from his bottom like a tail, he got on the floor on his hands and knees. He pushed again but it didn't budge. He gave another really hard push but nothing. I yelled at his bottom saying "come out poopy!" making him laugh. He again scrunched his face up, took a big deep breath, and grunted. Suddenly, he started to pee again. It was an entire stream which lasted many seconds. As he was peeing he said "I can't stop it" and I had to think fast so I got a few paper cups from the sink counter and held a cup under his penis as he peed, catching his pee and switching to empty ones once the others were filled. He ended up filling 3 cups. I dumped them out into the toilet and flushed the pee and threw the cups into the trash can. We still had to clean up the pee that he got on the floor before I got the idea to use cups but at least we didn't have to clean up as much as we would if it weren't for the cups.
Eventually the poop came out completely. He said his bottom was really sore and I wasn't surprised after all that. He sat back on the toilet to wipe his bottom and his penis to get the remaining pee drops off. I gave him a huge wad of toilet paper to pick up his poop. He used it to pick it up and plop it in the toilet. Then he used more toilet paper to clean up his pee from the floor. He put his pants back on and we washed up.
Ok here's the second story.
We were probably a tiny bit younger than we were in the first story. We both had the stomach flu. We had fevers and diarrhea. No throwing up though. Our dad put us in diapers until we got better to prevent accidents. Mom was out of town for work so he had to take care of us both. We weren't happy about wearing diapers. But it was nice that we could go any time without making too big of a mess. One evening we went in our diapers at the same time. We laughed as we heard each other grunt and wet fart. We competed to see who could fart the loudest. I forget who won. But the room stunk badly by the end of it.
Dad came in to take our temperatures again but the smell hit him the second he got in the room. We admitted that we both had full diapers. He got the wipe warmer from the other room (we used wipe warmers so the wipes wouldn't be cold). He came back and changed Justin first. Instead of risking getting our beds soiled he changed us both on the floor in the space between our beds. So Justin got out of bed and lied on the floor and I leaned over to watch. The second dad opened his diaper he went "sheesh!" Because of the smell which made us all laugh. He wiped his bottom first since it was so messy. That took a few minutes. Then he grabbed another wipe and wiped his penis and scrotum, at that point he started giggling and wiggling around a bit because he was really sensitive there. It didn't hurt, it was just a funny feeling to him and that's why he often lost control and peed during diaper changes, especially since the wipes were warm. I sometimes had a similar reaction when my vagina was wiped so I don't blame him though were different anatomically. He wiped him a second time, and when he wiped his scrotum he started to pee. It started as a dribble that was barely noticeable but then it became a full stream. Me and Justin both laughed and dad held a wipe over his penis to prevent more pee from making too much of a mess. A minute later he asked if he was done. He said yes. He took the wipe off and the fountain of pee began again! We were laughing so hard but dad didn't find it too funny. Once he was done he wiped him a last time and put on a clean diaper.
Next it was my turn. Justin got back on his bed and leaned over to watch just like I did when he got changed. I lied where Justin did when he got changed. Dad lifted up my shirt and undid my diaper. Mine was a big mess too. Dad had the same reaction he did when he opened Justin's diaper. He said "yuck!" And we laughed. He took a wipe and wiped from my vagina downward. He took a second wipe and did the same thing but while he did it, I started to pee. Me and Justin laughed and the force of my laughing made my stream go up a little, the way a boy's stream would but it only lasted a second before it just continued as a trickle. Once I was finished he wiped me again, put on the new diaper and I got into bed.
A while later I woke up again and was walking around looking for my dad because I wasn't feeling well and I thought my fever increased so I needed him to give me the thermometer. I called out for him a few times and he finally called out "I'm in the bathroom! I'll be right out" and I went and opened the door and walked into the bathroom. He was on the toilet with his jeans and underwear around his ankles with his legs slightly spread. I could tell he was holding his poop until he could get me to leave because of the frantic tone in his voice when he told me to close the door and wait in the living room. I started walking back out of the bathroom but suddenly a noisy wave of diarrhea plopped into the toilet. I turned back around and asked if he "had the poops" as I used to call them. He said yes and by that point he'd just given up on me leaving or closing the door so he kept doing his business. A little while later he was done and wiped himself with some toilet paper, pulled up his pants and underwear, flushed the toilet and washed his hands.
I have many stories but I'll do one or a few in each post. Anyway bye!Jessica
Question for Kristi
When you mentioned you are petite, if you don't mind me asking, how much do you weigh?
I loved your story about your huge poop at Cincinnati airport. Please keep posting more stories about your bigger dumps.Sean
Bathroom Accidents
To Justin. Sorry to see this happen to you but it is not at all uncommon as it happens to all of us at one point in our lives. It has happened to me more than once.
The lesson to be learned is to go as soon as you need to. The mindset of I'll just hold it until it's convenient or until I get home usually ends up with you wetting and or messing yourself. I used to try this but learned the hard way.
Midwest Anonymous
Another Poop POV
Today I got a large iced coffee from Dunkin' with cream and sugar along with vanilla. I also got a bacon egg and cheese bagel. Anyway I drove to my college and I finished my coffee and bagel in my car. I opened up my phone and saw a message from my professor that there was no class today. I didn't hear anything from my other professor about class.
I drove to the other building and I felt like I had to poop. I went to the mens room and in this building there isn't any dividers so the single urinal is right there in the open. I went into the stall and pulled my jeans and white Hanes briefs to my ankles and my penis started peeing right away. I didn't hold it down and thankfully I didn't get any pee outside the bowl.
Shortly after I started pooping, it wasn't that thick of a log but it was around two inches wide or so. I only pooped one log and I proceeded to wipe. I rolled off one wad and wiped. I noticed heavy residue. I rolled off a second wad and wiped. Less residue but I refolded it and used it again, still heavy residue. I did the same thing, wiping refolding, wiping, refolding, until there was no residue on the toilet paper. When I was done wiping I pulled up my white Hanes briefs making sure to position my penis to my liking, then I pulled up my blue jeans. I walked out of the stall and washed my hands at the sink. The End.
Thank you for reading another one of my Poop POV stories. Feel free to give any feedback to my email
Sunday, November 13, 2022
Gemma
Tina
How are you getting on Tina, just want you to know I feel what you're going through, I've held mine for weeks because I couldn't get enough privacy and my body won't let me go if anyone can hear me. I know it's not quite the same but I am supporting you in your difficulty, hopefully you found a way of releasing enough, let us know you're okay.MD
Constipation Survey
Sorry, just another survey, about constipation.
1) What's the longest time that you've been constipated for?
2) Have you ever been constipated in else?
3) Do you grunt / strain? If so what noises do you make?
4) Have you ever heard someone else who was constipated?
Let's hear some stories!Gemma
Michelle
You're not the only one who can't use public bathrooms. At school I too held on until I got home to the privacy of my bathroom, I've even had to ask my partner to leave the house so I can do my bathroom business lol
Anyone else on here like thisJust Jerika
Yesterday's toilet paper fight
Yesterday morning my live-in boyfriend Hernandez and I had one of the rare fights of our relationship. He was first up, and after turning on the lights in our small apartment, took his shower. I was late in getting up, upset over the financial problems we're having, had a related headache as I hurried into the bathroom. I had little time, a laxative-induced crap knocking, and was reaching into the medicine cabinet for the aspirin bottle. It took most of the energy of my right hand to get the cap off and I looked up for my surprise. Hernandez, fully naked, had a mitt of toilet paper wrapped around his hand as he wiped and then re-wiped the white seat. Then he sat for his crap, dropping the toilet paper between his legs and into the bowl.
I was furious! We had just talked about the finances after we had gotten into bed seven hours earlier. I was going to be getting a $200 child-care check from my best client. I told Hernandez what was in the fridge for his lunch. I apologized for letting us get so low on toilet paper and I reminded him we were down to the last five or six pieces on the roll. I tried to humor him through exaggeration that the remaining TP had to last two days. He kissed me and then I assumed he got it. Wrong. The wastage I saw before his crap just caused me to snap. Why would anyone waste the few remaining pieces on a private toilet seat. Obviously pretty f-ing stupid. He said it was something his parents taught him to do some 20 years ago. And at home! Stupid then, stupid now, especially considering our situation. I slammed the door and walked down the street to the c-store where I did my clean-out crap. I was still quite mad and took a few extra minutes on the toilet calming down. Finally, a knock on the door reminded me that it was a public toilet and that I had to get to my first class. Though Hernandez and I make a great couple, my morning crap and my usual TP cleaning is of great importance.
Survey Answers
My poop today: 7:30 a.m., end stall in student union basement.
I looked over Economics notes on my laptop.
10 minutes on the toilet; another 10 minutes waiting for a toilet to become vacant.
Shameless.
I flush immediately when I'm done, so there's less smell. Then I wipe. I've also suggested that for Hernandez, but to no avail.
Yes, I enjoyed it. I had two classes back to back, and couldn't sit for my pee until 11:30. Holding a crap on top of that would have been brutal and in violation of the 8th amendment.
I hiked up my dress and had my underwear at ankle level.
It was still rather soft, probably due to the laxative I had taken two days before. Good value for the investment at a time when we need it!
Michelle:
I enjoyed your story about having trouble pooing in high school. What do you think caused that? For me, it was low self-esteem due to my 3'5" size, how awkward I looked seated on a toilet with my feet off the floor, and the vandalism that was done to the bathrooms that led to more of the privacy doors being taken off.
Anna from Austria's survey:
1) Favorite bathroom for a Number 2
A largely underused public park or a single-staller in a gas station or c-store. Because of my past I enjoy my "privacy."
2) Least-favorite toilets for a BM
Large arenas, movie theaters, or the PE facility on campus. I don't mind a portable potty if there's no line waiting. When visiting a cousin who is incarcerated, the toilet in that cell.Justin
My recent accident
Hi everyone, I'm Justin. I'm a Korean American guy living abroad in the UK. I found this site recently after having an embarrassing accident and wanted to share it with people who understand.
I've always had a pretty big bladder capacity and never had any accidents since being potty trained. I'm 26 now by the way. I'm living in a new place and learning how to get around which definitely contributed to what happened.
Last week I was at work and by mid afternoon needed to pee. I decided to hold it until I got home, which is pretty normal for me. My first mistake was having another cup of tea to get through the afternoon, so that by the time I left at 5pm I would say I had to pee badly, but again I've got a good ability to hold so that's also normal for me.
My journey shouldn't normally take more than half an hour, but then there were a series of problems. First, my bus didn't show up so I had to wait 25 extra minutes. Of course my need was worse by this point, but I still wasn't really worried. Then, the bus arrived and took ages because of construction. By the time I arrived at my bus exchange, it had been an hour since I left work and I was beginning to stress. I was starting to fidget and do a little pee dance now and again, but I still thought I could make it home. There is a toilet at the bus station where I change bus, but it is a pay toilet and I didn't have any cash. I briefly considered jumping over the barrier, but a security guard was watching and I chickened out. Besides, my bus was due to arrive any minute. It should have been a 10 minute journey from here so I still thought I could make it.
Of course, this bus was late too, but I couldn't tell how late it was! It said it was coming in 2 minutes, but five minutes later that hadn't changed. In the end, it was almost 15 minutes later and by now I was starting to panic. I was noticeably fidgeting now, and needing to squeeze myself on occasion. I stood with my legs crossed at the thigh and occasionally bouncing too. I'm sure it was obvious to anyone who saw me that I really needed to pee, which was embarrassing, but I tried to play it off as just having tired legs and needing to shift around. Worse, at this point the pressure caused me to need a number 2 as well, not too badly but I wasn't happy about the development of course!
Finally, I got on the bus and we were again immediately delayed by construction. I was now more desperate than I've ever been in my life! I was not only panicked about potentially having an embarrassing accident in public, but I was also in pain! I didn't realize how painful it is to have to pee so badly. Thankfully, the bus was relatively empty so I was able to squirm and rub my legs together without worrying too much. I bounced in my seat as the bus inched forward. At one point I felt so overcome that I leaned forward and just moaned desperately out loud. Finally, I saw my stop coming up. By this point, my number 2 had become really urgent too and was really pushing to get out. I stood up carefully and gasped, immediately clutching my stomach and squeezing myself as I nearly lost control. I hobbled off the bus and as I stepped onto the sidewalk, a spurt of pee came out. I'd never had to pee so badly as to leak so now I was completely panicked, not knowing how much time I had left. My number 2 also pushed out so hard it touched my underwear before I could gain control, so I knew I'd have a skidmark. My face was completely red as I stood there, legs crossed, clenching for my life. I walked carefully up to my apartment building and as I walked along the long hallway to the elevators, another leak came out. I pushed the elevator button and began bouncing frantically. I live on the 14th floor so I knew it was a long way up. The elevator was taking ages to come and I was full on dancing now, just bouncing, legs crossed, hands jammed in crotch, doing ANYTHING to keep control! To my horror, another leak spurted out and this time I simply could not stop it. I grabbed at my crotch and felt pee beginning to leak through my jeans and trickle through my fingers. I gasped and said 'No, not here please!' out loud before remembering I was still in public. I was mercifully still alone but was terrified someone would be in the elevator. I heard the splatter of my pee hitting the floor and nearly passed out with shame before the elevator finally arrived and thank god, was empty. I was still trying to stop it but my bladder totally released and as I stepped into the elevator I could hear my pee coming out so forcefully that it was hissing and gathering a pool in my jeans before even leaking out.
By now having a total full on pee accident, I pushed the number 14 and groaned with shame as I flooded my pants. But there was worse to come. Before the door fully closed, my bowels gave another heavy push and once again I could feel my number 2 pushing forcefully, and this time I could not hold it back. 'Please no!' I said again, and involuntarily squatted to the floor, hoping that would help. It did the opposite, and to my absolute horror I felt a warm turd force its way out and tent out my underwear massively. 'I'm not going to make it, I can't hold it anymore!' I cried out loud. I was still peeing full tilt as well and I felt like I was almost having an out of body experience, crouched in the elevator with pee flooding everywhere and filling my undies with poo. Oh god, there was so much of it too. As the elevator went up, several turds came out and settled in the seat of my pants. I actually could not believe what was happening. My pants became heavy and I realized they were so full they were actually sagging. Finally, as my floor approached, I snapped back to reality. My pee began to subside and I was able to gain control of the poo, though it barely mattered as I'd already thoroughly shit myself. I slowly stood up and looked in the mirror. My face was nearly purple with embarrassment, my jeans were utterly soaked, and there was an almost outlandish bulge in the back. I prayed so hard that nobody would see me! Luck was on my side at this point. My door is quite close to the elevator and I dashed as quickly as I could, fumbling with my keys before finally, mercifully, entering the privacy of my flat. I knew there was a massive puddle in the elevator and probably a trail of damp leading to my door, but I didn't care. Once inside, I slumped against the door and burst into tears, just so thoroughly humiliated. I could not believe I'd gone to the bathroom in such a major way in my PANTS.
But, once I got myself cleaned up, I calmed down and assessed the damage. Nobody had seen me, so I'd been spared public humiliation, and I calmed down by reminding myself that accidents happen, and I'd not really done anything wrong. And now I know that my bladder and bowels have a limit! I feel much better about it now, although I still haven't told anyone in real life. Thanks for reading!Holly
Sisters pooping together
Hi this is my first time on this site, I've always been poop shy to the point where I make sure that I am the only one in the house before I go and even when I'm in the bathroom I will lock the door. My friend introduced me to this site to see if it would ease my fear and after reading a few stories it looks like it has. This happened to me summer past.
Friday afternoon my sister Cynthia called me and invited me to go camping with her, her new boyfriend and a few of their friends. I was a little weary at first because they would be going in tents which meant no indoor plumbing/privacy but eventually she twisted my arm. I left work at 4:30 and felt a rumble in my ???? I just brushed it off and said I'll wait until I get home. When I pulled up my driveway Cynthia and everyone was already there so I ran into the house changed out of my work clothes, packed a few things and just hopped in the truck. That night was full of beer and food the thought that I never went to the bathroom just completely left my mind.
7:00 the next morning the sun shined in through the tent waking me up, I tried rolling over for another nap but my stomach had other plans. I felt the same rumble as the day before only this time it was moving further down and I could feel my bumhole wanting to open up. I grabbed the roll of toilet paper that was next to me and carefully exited the tent without waking anyone. I went as far into the woods as I could and when I felt like I was a fair distance away I dropped my pants(no underwear) and leaned up against a tree. At first the pee was gushing out of me from all the beer and then a puff of air came out of me along with a loud and long fart. I was hoping nobody heard it. As soon as my bumhole started to open, I heard noise coming from the camp site I couldn't stop now or I'd be constipated. So I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and put it underneath me tried to aim the turd to hit that so it wouldn't make any noise. My bumhole was wide open at this point and soft mushy poop was falling out of me when I seen Cynthia heading my way with toilet paper in hand. Cynthia started to yell when I put my finger up to my mouth, as she got closer she seen what I was doing and just stayed quiet. She pulled her pants down, squat in front of me and immediately started pooping. "Watch out for Tom will ya" she asked me.
Cynthia's turd had to be about 6' and no signs of breaking off yet it was just sliding out of her. Me on the other hand I was just having diarrhea. Cynthia asked me if I was okay and I said yes just all the beer last night and I never went to the bathroom at all yesterday. Finally Cynthia's turd broke off at about 9' I asked her how she did that and she said I have no idea. She dropped a couple more turds but nothing that big, peed on top of the logs wiped and got up. My poo finally hardened up a bit and I let out a 6' turd. When I felt like I had no more in me I p>eed again, wiped(what a mess) and got up. We walked back to the camp site and Tom was drinking a beer while cooking breakfast. He asked us if we were hungry and at the same time we both said yes!
Kristi
To M
To M:
Ah yes. My Cincinnati airport crap.
So Steve (my hubby) and I had been on a mini vacation.
We had a really early flight and had to get up early at the hotel. We had to pack up our rental car and drive to the airport in time to make our flight.
In the midst of all that, I didn't get to take my normal morning poop. And this particular morning, I had to go. It was not a good morning for me to not have toilet time (I had peed of course, but I needed to take care of pooping).
My biggest poops are often in the morning. Not always, but most of the time. I usually poop twice a day.
On the drive to the airport we were in heavy traffic. The urge to crap was getting worse but we really didn't have time to stop anywhere.
We got to the airport, turned in the rental car, went into the airport, and got into the security line, which was really, really long.
I'm whispering to Steve that I really needed to go poop...
Usually it's no problem for me to just go to the ladies room and take care of business. But we both knew that we were cutting it close with our flight.
By the time we're at the front of the line I'm in desperation mode. I'm good at holding it in when I need to, but I REALLY needed to take a crap.
We got through security... and checked the board with all the flights. Our flight wasn't boarding yet and we weren't that far from our gate.
That was it for me. I told Steve to wait with the bags and I bolted to the ladies room.
(By the way, Steve takes really good care of me. This was nobody's fault. We just really didn't want to miss our flight.)
I took a middle stall. Turned around, pulled my jeans down.
Before my butt even hit the seat, I was pooping. I don't know why I remember that detail.
I sat down and just pushed out the longest and widest crap that has ever come out of me. I think I probably let out a little moan of relief (and a little pleasure). It was probably a good 15 seconds before my butt was done with this log.
I don't normally look until I'm done (I always look LOL). But I had to see this one. I stood up and turned around.
This log was almost the entire length of the bowl. A lot of it was not in the water so this didn't smell good.
And I was done. I wiped standing up (if I sat down to wipe I would have probably put my hand in my own crap). I don't think I had to wipe that much.
I flushed, knowing full well that this monster was not going down the toilet (it didn't even move).
And then I did what any loving wife would do: I took a picture on my phone of my massive crap and sent it to Steve.
(If you haven't been on this page long: Steve is very, very interested in my bathroom activities. He likes to watch me on the toilet and I indulge him quite a bit.)
That still remains the biggest poop I've ever taken.
Love,
Kristi
Martin
Privacy in Childhood (repost)
What were the privacy norms for using the bathroom in your house when you were a child? I was raised by a divorced Mom and was the only boy of 4 kids, and as a boy I feel like my privacy when I sat in the bathroom was considered way less important than anyone else's in the house. Mom routinely came in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub and had conversations with me when I was stinking up the bathroom. When I dared to suggest--*very* respectfully, since she wasn't afraid to spank for any backtalk--that I was uncomfortable with it, she laughed and said "I changed your smelly diapers for three years, I can stand the smell." This went on into my teens. My sisters also barged in a lot although they didn't stick around talking like Mom did. Anyone else have a similar environment growing up?
Thursday, November 10, 2022
Anna from Austria
Reply to Imogen
@Imogen I have experienced something similar as you did but not in that extreme way.
It happened a few times that some women or let's better say teenage girls complained about the smell in an edgy way but they never literally forbade other women to their bm in a public toilet. That such stupid words came from an adult women is just horrendous.
As you said a toilet is there to such things and when you have to go then you have to go.
This woman either does not go out that often or she has some magic bowels that just wants to be empted when is at home.
For 99,99 per cent of the world pupulation her views are just unworldly. No pooping on public toilet is not very realistic. Some people have just to go when they are outside.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Kenard
To Robin
Did u have places you liked to pee and poop at home? I used to poop on the tile floor in the bathroom, but I had to clean it up when I was done.
Sean
Answers to survey.
Tell everyone about your poop today:
Tell everyone about your poop today:
a) Where: At Work
b) Date/Time: This morning 11/7 10:40 a
c) What you read if anything: Yes on my phone
d) How long you took: 15 minutes
e) Were you shameful: No. not at all
f) Did it smell: A bit like poop.
g) Did you enjoy it? Yes. Always feel better after having a poop
h How far you pull down your pants and
underwear when you poop today? Pulled pants down to my ankles and my underpants to my knees ( as I always do)
i) Any other interesting: I had a semi soft voluminous load followed by a couple smaller chunks then had a pee ( I always pee right after pooping) wiped and went about my dayArmy Girl
Boot Camp Stories Pt.3… And Other Stories!
Hi everyone! I have more stories to share today, hopefully everyone liked my pt.2! Also wanted to thank LC and Midwesterner for leaving comments about my Pt. 1 post. First today I have a few different stories to share but first I want to answer some questions from Gregg!
Have you always pooped like you do?
Since junior or senior year of high school when I was doing sports and eating a little more fiber I started having some bigger-ish poops. But it really started when I first got to boot camp and I was holding my loads in.
Are there certain foods that make your poops larger?
Fruits and ???? make me poop big but one meal that will get me is Chicken Cordon Bleu, whenever I eat that I will literally clog the toilet. Everytime!!
What is your ethnicity and age?
I'm white but I've always had a little tan on me cause of my Italian background and I'm 22!
Who poops the biggest out of your friends?
I do by a mile, a close second to me is my bf
Which toilet in a public bathroom do you think takes the most poop from your perspective?
Definitely the last stall, any girl that has to poop will usually take one of the last stalls, at least based off of what I've seen or asked other girls in the past.
What is your body type (slender,plus size, super fit, etc)?
I wouldn't say I'm slender or plus size but a little in the middle. I'm 135 pounds 5'3, and I've definitely got a butt on me lol
Do you think body type has to do with how much poop you make?
100%, I can definitely hold a lot in my bum which is a joke I always say to my friends.
So now onto the stories!
Story 1: Doctors Office
So for a little backstory during my second year in the army, a little after Christmas I actually broke my wrist after tripped onto concrete in the barracks. Once a week I'd go and see the army doctor on base just for a checkup, it was usually someone different every month or so. During some of my last visits one of the female doctors came back from when I first got injured, she was very nice and we got along well because we were a little closer in age and she was just overall very caring. It was my second to last visit and I had something during lunch that didn't agree with me. We were talking and she told me she had to go to her computer to put something in for more medication for my wrist. I asked her if it was okay to use the bathroom and she was like, "of course take your time I might be a little bit". I walked in and it had that distinct doctor office smell and it was very clean. It was a two stall bathroom which was odd for a doctors office so I was a little worried someone might come in. I sat down in the first stall and began farting and unloading a big pile of mini turds. The door opened and another girl in uniform came in and took the second stall, she farted and started peeing loudly. I began to push out a wide turd that was around 8" long and it splashed down in the bowl. I felt finished enough and began wiping. I heard the other girl make a "plop ploop" and she began quickly rolling out some toilet paper. I stood up and saw the pile of mini turds in the hole and the 8 incher a bit on top of it and it stretched out of the water. I flushed and miraculously it went down all the way, both of us got out of the stalls around the same time and we smiled at each other and washed up and left.
Story #2: Mega-Dump
So I like to consider this event my first "mega poop", it was at the beginning of my constipation because I was trying to lose weight for the army and it was kinda working but kinda not and my body was in a weird loop of not pooping, before I left I had worked at a grocery store (I've gone back there since I left). I worked almost every night after school so I never really had any me time, that way I could save up some money just in case I ever went overseas or if I just needed money. It was about 7ish and we didn't close until 9 so we definitely had a little ways to go. I just sent two people on their break, one boy and one girl. However I shouldn't have done that cause since I had gotten in I really had to poop, so about 4 hours of holding it in cause I came in at 3. I really didn't have many people to watch the registers. A girl who worked in the deli department and had some background knowledge in doing my job walked by and I asked her if she'd mind watching the front for a few minutes so I could use the toilet. She said it was fine and I quickly rushed to the employee bathroom which was all the way through the back room and at the end of the break room. Both bathroom doors were open, the men's room was being cleaned and the boy Cameron who I had just sent on break was in the women's room. He was in the first stall with his jeans at shoe level and underwear about halfway between his knees and his shoes. For a better image he had blonde hair 5'4 and 16 at the time. I was debating on whether I should go or not because he could tell it was me judging by my orange and pink shoes. But at the same time he was dropping a load so there really wasn't much embarrassment. I was about to explode and just decided on going, technically it is the girls room so there's no harm. I entered the second stall and started with a fierce pee and I looked through the reflection on the tiled wall behind and saw he had covered his seat with a ton of toilet paper. What sounded like a massive log quickly crackled its way out of him and made a loud "kaflump" splash in the toilet and he exhaled pretty loudly in relief and leaned forward. A big soft log slowly began opening me up and I breathed heavily as it made its way out and splashed down. I began to push another turd as they called me to the front and I quickly got up and wiped and flushed. I accidentally kept one of my cars for the register in my pocket when I left and they needed it. Later on the store closed and I went to let everybody out, Cameron was the last one out and he stopped and apologized for earlier, I acted like I didn't know anything and asked "sorry for what?" And he flat out said "I had to use the women's room to poop because the men's was being cleaned and I think you used the stall next to me" and he looked at my shoes, I told him it was okay and he said he may have clogged the toilet and we both laughed and I said "hey if you gotta poop you gotta poop you can't always control it". I locked the door and went all the way back to the break room to finish my poop cause I really had to go and I could feel a turtle head. I went in the first stall and saw two very big soft turds stacked on one another, it looked like an X. I sat down and spread my cheeks as some air escaped my butt and a massive turd slowly made its way out and slapped on top of the other turds, some soft serve slowly crackled out and plopped onto the turd pile. After about a minute of that I rolled off some toilet paper and wiped a ton, I stood up and looked at my load before throwing the toilet paper in and boy was it huge, my poop alone probably tripled what Cameron had done. I threw the tp in and redressed myself and left without flushing cause it wasn't going down lol.
Story #3: Being Watched!
So this story happened the first week of boot camp. I was still a little shy about pooping there so I had been holding it for about 5 days, the last time I pooped was the night before my flight out at home. It was late that night almost midnight and we were sleeping, luckily the next day was Saturday so we didn't have to wake up until 6. I couldn't fall asleep because of how bad I had to go. I looked around and saw most of my roommates were asleep, there was 6 of us in this corner and we had one roommate named Kessler, she was kinda a nerd, only reason I say that is cause she had a ton of video game tshirts and Star Wars shirts and all that, she had pink square rimmed glasses, acne on her face and very skinny. I got out of bed and she couldn't fall asleep either and we both looked at each other and smiled as I walked by which I was clenching my cheeks for dear life. I sat in the third stall as I started farting loudly as my butthole started opening wide and a massive log slowly crackled it's way out. As it splashed in the door opened and somebody took the second stall and sat. I looked down and saw Kessler's pajama bottoms bunched up at her ankles and she started plopping out what sounded like soft serve, after the last plop she let out a massive wet fart that went on for over 5 seconds and she softly said "ahh f**k". I had another big turd slowly making its way out, it felt over a foot long and splashed in a little loudly. Kessler said "wow we're lighting this place up" and started laughing and all I said was yeah. Kessler then said "I really had to let out some diarrhea but I didn't feel comfortable but I saw you coming in here and I guess I felt comfortable going in front of you because you're quiet like me". I said "Yeah I really had to go too, I haven't gone all week", once I finished saying that I farted loudly and Kessler said "ooo nice one" and laughed again. I lifted up my butt cheek and turned around to look in and saw the bowl about half full. And the tiles on the wall were bright white and you could see into the other stalls around you, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Kessler's pink glasses shining off the white tile. I turned back around and started pushing out more medium sized turds. Kessler started wiping and said "It's been fun, get some sleep" and I said thanks but was still very shocked. I stood up and was still amazed by my poop, the pile was almost over the water level, and I flushed the toilet and it all miraculously went down but there were still a ton of skid marks. I waddled into the next stall and started wiping there. It took a lot of toilet paper and I almost filled that bowl with just the paper but it all went down. As I walked by I looked in the second stall and turned back as I saw Kessler didn't flush her toilet, I saw a big pile of yellow and green mini turds in the hole. As well as a thin 6" log laying on the right side of the bowl, she definitely didn't flush on purpose so I could see it which I found a little odd. But a couple months later when we were packing up after graduating I was partnered with her to help pack her stuff up. They called her to the front office and she was up there for 20 minutes, we were the only ones left in the room, as I pulled her bedsheet off a book came out from under the bed and it flipped open, it was her diary. I was just gonna close it up but as I bent down to pick it up I saw my last name in it. I looked and read it and it talked about that night and how I "let out a massive load of poop" and about how I had a "big poopy bum". It was close to five pages long, I took pictures of each page and maybe I'll go more in depth another day because I still have the pictures. But yeah needless to say I was watched and even written about.
Okay so now I'm gonna answer a few surveys that I've seen pop up over the last few weeks!
First one is Chase's!
1 have you ever had to use the bathroom but you were in the middle of a fun activity and didn't want to interrupt it?
Yes, one time at a Christmas party in school in the 5th grade. I really had to poop but felt embarrassed because I had already gone before to pee in the same class. I waited about 2 hours and then went
2 have you ever had a piece of poop get stuck in your bottom and if so how long did it take for you to push it all out? Did you feel a lot of relief after?
Yes more than once, most recent time was in senior year of high school, I pooped in first period and when I sat back down in class I could feel a turd in between my cheeks, I was shocked because I had taken a really big poop so I spent 5 minutes wiping pretty good! I waited 3 periods and went back to the bathroom, when I sat it would not come out so I had to shake my ass on the toilet and it eventually plopped in
3 have you ever used a doorless stall and what was it like for you? Were you embarrassed?
Oh yeah plenty of times, during original boot camp our bathrooms in both buildings I stayed in had 2-4 odorless stalls in a 10 stall bathroom. I was fine with it, I usually just flushed while I was still sitting but after a while of seeing other girls sitting there and even some of the massive loads they were letting out I stopped caring and just went for it.
4 did you have a lot of curiosity as a child too the way I did? Was the curiosity toward the same or opposite gender?
I definitely did, was never sure what started it but I liked talking about it with friends growing up and didn't mind being in the same bathroom if we had to poop.
5 when you fart when you have to poop does it smell different from when you fart without having to poop?
My farts when I have to poop absolutely stink they are definitely way different then a non poop fart
7 how long was your longest bathroom visit?
25 minutes, I remember it perfectly because the turd was so wide and very hard to get out.
8 have you ever been watched on the toilet by a stranger and for how long, how did you feel and did you make them stop and if so how did you do it?
So not counting the times there were girls standing in front of my doorless stall in boot camp and had to face me, I've been watched once. It's my story above ^
Now I'm gonna answer Sarah's!
Sarah's Restaurant Poop Survey
1. have you been in the same bathroom as a waitress/waiter or restaurant employee while they used the bathroom?
Yes, actually last week at the 99. Our waitress ended up going to the bathroom at the same time as me, I could tell cause if her blue adidas shoes with green stripes
2. did they go number 1 or 2? what was it like?
Both, she peed for close to 30 seconds! It was super long, after about a minute of silence I heard a big "kafloomph" noise from a massive turd. She cleaned up pretty quickly and left after that
3. have you gone in the bathroom after a restaurant employee had used it?
I'm sure I have in the past but none that I remember
4. have you seen a waitress/waiter clog a toilet? I have not but I'm sure that would be an experience!
5. have you had to use an employee bathroom? I have not
6. have you heard waitresses/waiters talk about needing the bathroom?
A few times yes but only about peeing never poop
Now I'm gonna do Kristi's survey!
1. Are you a guy or a girl?
Girl
2. What kind of relationship are you in (married, dating, friends with benefits, engaged, etc.)
Dating my bf for almost 4 years now
3. Can you pee in front of your significant other? Meaning that your partner is in the room as you pee?
Everyday, it's pretty normal in our relationship now
4. If so, how long were you in a relationship before you could pee in front of your partner?
Probably a few months, I remember it being the first time he came over to my house when we were still juniors in high school.
6. Can you poop in front of your partner? Can he or she be in the room with you? If not, can you leave the door open?
All the time, again very normal for us
7. How long were you in a relationship before you could poop in front of your partner, or at least in the same space?
I think the first time he saw me do it was after the 1st year mark so somewhere around there
9. What does your partner do in terms of going to the bathroom in front of you? Pee? Poop?
He does both of we're around each other, if not he'll send me pictures of it in a joking way lol
11. Do you tell your partner if you have to pee or poop?
Typically yeah, we never say we're just using the bathroom, we go into detail about it.
12. Somewhat-unrelated question: If you had to go (pee, poop, or both) really badly, and the only option was in a restroom for the opposite sex, would you do it?
Absolutely, no way I'm pooping or peeing my pants if I have to go I'm gonna go!
Okay everyone, that's all I have for today but I'm definitely gonna be making another post soon and I'll have more stories from both the military and personal life. See ya!!!!
Michelle
Post Weekend huge dump
Hello my friends! I am in a great mood because today is Monday. I love Mondays and I will tell you why. I have a boyfriend who is living with me. I am in my 40's and we have been together for 8 years, but I am a very shy pooper and I do not like for him to see or hear me poop. I also don't like for him to smell it, so I avoid going when he is home most of the time. So we spend most of the weekend partying, drinking and eating a lot of food, and filling ourselves up. Since I don't like to poop in front of him, I mostly hold it all weekend, and honestly, I am so poop shy that most of the time I don't even get the urge. But on Monday, he leaves for work before I get up. So this morning I woke up, and as usual, he was already at work. I was laying in bed checking my phone when a strong urge hit me. I was trying to take my time getting up, but I could feel the head of a large log opening my hole up and I knew I had to hurry. I ran to the bathroom, pulling my pajama pants down along the way. The log was definitely still making its way out as I ran. I had to start to squat and run at the same time to give the log room to get out. By the time I got to the toilet, the log was probably about 6 inches hanging out. I was hovering over the seat as the log tripled in speed and I just barely made it sitting down when about a foot long log fell out. But the next log was quickly on it's way out. I grunted to push and another long log made it's way out. I sighed in relief and continued to grunt and push as lots of smaller, softer logs came out. By the time I was done, the whole toilet bowl was full of a weekend's worth of poop.
I wish I could get over my poop shyness, but I have honestly always been this way. I remember in high school, I used to hold on for dear life in school until I made it home safely to my private bathroom at home. I have had some accidents along the way trying to hold on until I got home. I remember one school bus incident that I will tell you about next time. Happy pooping!Nasiba
Cold Butt Due to Missed Bus
On Friday I missed my bus to school. My parents left for work early. I overslept by a few minutes, then forgot my computer's clock was off, so I had to throw some clothing on, grab my bag, and then start my 9 block walk. I didn't even take time to sit for a pee. There's a few things I hate about the bus, but it does get me to school sooner this year I'm having my crap almost daily right after entering the building. Others must have similar bowel habits because the bathrooms are always crowded. If I wait patiently, something that is hard for me, I can get on a toilet after 5 or 10 minutes.
I started my walk with just my school sweater on, there was a cold wind, but I tried to speed up my walk by cutting through a couple of wooded areas, following a train track for a couple of blocks, and then cutting through this park where the grass hadn't been cut for several months. I don't know what caused it exactly, but holding my morning pee was starting to hurt me. This park had a small swimming pool that my parents wouldn't let me swim at because it was too dirty. As I got closer I saw a restroom sign and followed it. I knew my choices were limited. I couldn't hold my pee needs for the bathroom nearest my first hour class.
There was no door on this restroom so I walked right through the opening. What first surprised me was there was no ceiling. The sun coming up showed me 2 pretty bashed up toilets. I walked up to the first one, dropped my jeans, and dropped myself hard, I still had my book bag on, onto the seat. My butt was instantly feeling the cold. It started with 3 or 4 trickles, then a few seconds of pee. I hurt but I didn't want to waste any more time on the seat. I think it was about 45 degrees out and the wind hit me in the face as I sat on the toilet.
So I got up. My legs hurt from the weight of my back pack and I headed out. I picked up my pace for the last several blocks, even though I was almost out of breath and I felt funny. I hadn't peed at all. I used some pretty bad words to myself, ones that my grandma would have punished me for. But it was encouraging that I could hear the noise of the traffic jam at my school from 2 or 3 blocks away. Most of these homes had fenced-in yards that I was unable to cut through. With all the traffic passing me I was hopeful that one of the cars would honk, because a friend saw me and a family would give me a ride. One old lady cussed at me when I kicked her newspaper in the driveway while I was walking by.
I guess she could see or smell my bad attitude. When I'm upset, I get a lot more gas and even holding pee becomes more painful. I was feeling it to the max. I pushed the button to get the walk sign to cross a busy highway, but I seemed like an hour before the traffic stopped and the Walk sign flashed. Even then I could see the anger of some of the drivers as I passed in front of them. I was slow in walking due to my backpack. One guy honked and gave me the finger as I started to walk faster to the other sidewalk.
I was crying as I walked up the steps to my school. As I passed my locker LiLi was standing there. She was surprised to finally see me. She thought I was staying home sick. I told her that I had to get on the toilet fast, but she said I only had about 5 minutes before the tardy bell rang. I got more nervous about the time because the others were coming out. The warm seat that I took on the middle toilet sure felt good and warmed up my butt. There was a lot of gas and my normal footlong log blasted out. I reached for the TP and there was none. LiLi had already left for class. I pulled up my clothing, struggled with my belt which was messed up, and made a run for class.
I ran up the staircase, was grabbed my an assistant principal and told to slow down, and my luck ran out. I was 2 minutes late in getting to my class on the other side of the building. I was upset through English class, feared 2nd hour swimming because how messed up my underwear was and 60 of us share a locker room and 4 open toilets. I got a DT for being late, but couldn't wait until 3rd hour study hall until I could sign out and have 10 minutes on the toilet to finish up what I needed to do.
Yes, two older girls pointed to the huge streak in my white panties as we were dressing for swimming, but the study hall time was what my bladder needed. Going 3 hours with such a need is cruel, I feel, but I threw my panties in the trash, and sat for what might have been a 2-3 minute pee. I also passed a much smaller piece of crap. It must have been heavier because it went to the bottom of the bowl.
For some reason, the problems made me hungry. Me and LiLi had a larger lunch. With no underwear, she said I was lucky that I didn't have one of my shorter dresses on.
I had to tell my mom about what happened because I figured the bus company would contact her about my absence. She was surprisingly understanding and gave me a hug.
For Anna from Austria
My favorite bathroom is at home. My least favorite is on outdoor bathroom with no roof or ceiling. My bodily functions don't perform well on cold seats.
For the shy guy
There are a lot of us girls who are also shy about using bathrooms in front of others. But most of us work toward getting over it because relieving ourselves away from home is a necessity. Practice and confidence comes slowly sometimes, though.Deirdre
Coffee shop emergency
Hi y'all, my name is Deirdre. I'm 32 years old and I've followed this site for a while now and now I thought I'd share something that occured to me recently. For a good while my routine on work days has been to get a morning coffee to go from a coffee shop I walk past on my way from the train station to the office. Then I continue to the office and start my day and usually have to go to the bathroom for a coffee induced poop within an hour or two. This usually works out well and I have gotten very used to having my bm at that time. So recently it went down a little differently: Like always I entered the coffee shop, ordered my coffee and waited in line for my order. Then suddenly I felt an uncomfortable pressure down in my bowels which was so unusual at this time that I was a little worried. But I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to not go for a toilet immediately so I looked around for the bathroom. I couldn't find a sign or anything so I asked the barista if they had a bathroom. She said yes and pointed along the counter around a corner into the seating area. I hurried over there and discovered the door. Basically you have to imagine a separating wall between the counter and the seating area which is wide enough to house a single toilet stall inside. I opened the door marked with a unisex bathroom symbol and vanished inside, closing it behind me. It was cramped but looked clean, so I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear and sat down. Still feeling the pressure I pushed and it all came out. It must've been the quickest poop I have ever had. It just fell and sputtered out within seconds. A long, soft dark brown turd followed by liquid bits and bobs. Wasn't quiet either, accompanied by a long wet fart as the end of the turd plopped out. I was painfully aware that I was basically sitting right between the coffee counter and the seating area and with the bad sound proofing surely someone must've heard that noise. Smelled quite bad too, but in that moment I was more worried about the noise for some reason. But the pressure was gone and I felt really light after this lightning quick poop. I had to wipe a bunch of times and luckily afterwards the toilet flushed fine and took it all away. Washed my hands and sprayed some of my deodorant in the area before leaving. Two people were looking at me when I emerged from the cubicle and I quickly turned away and returned to the counter where my coffee was waiting for me. I collected it, thanked the barista for it and the bathroom pointer which was much appreciated and left. Not sure what caused this exceptional bowel movement but at first it felt painful but afterwards very freeing and I was astonished by the efficiency. Needless to say I didn't need to go for an office poop that day, just a pee to get rid of the coffee a bit later.
Extra survey answers about today's poop:
a) Where? Ladies bathroom at the office. Nice, spacious bathroom with 4 stalls
b) Date/Time? This morning at 10:20am
c) What you read if anything? I scrolled through some emails on my phone
d) How long you took? About 10 minutes
e) Were you shameful? No, I'm used to doing my business in the office bathroom and if others catch me in there so be it. It's a natural process
f) Did it smell? A little, but not too bad
g) Did you enjoy it? Yes, it's sort of part of my daily routine so it feels off when I don't go for my morning poop. It's also after the first meetings in the morning so it helps to clear my mind off of those and concentrate on what comes next
h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today? Down to the ankles
i) Any other interesting: It went well overall, didn't go super quickly but wasn't strenuous either. I peed before I started pooping. About halfway through two other women came in and when for a pee while talking about a person who works in a different department. They were gone again before I was finished.
Tuesday, November 08, 2022
Menopause
Depends for public transit
I had to take the bus for a diagnostic and was not sure if I could use the washroom so I put on a Depends and went to the bus stop. I had peed just before leaving the apartment but had to go a bit again so I let out the residual urine into my Depends en route to the bus. I just stand still and let it out slowly and let it get absorbed. I waited for the bus, got on it and went to the imaging center. I had to go as soon as I got there and waited until after the procedure to ask if I could use their patient bathroom. I had expected to be told no due to Covid and was prepared to just pee in the Depends. They actually let me use the washroom. Afterwards I just went home, took off the Depends and had a shower. Adult absorbent briefs are great. I may have a trip across town using 3 buses each way so obviously I will prepare myself for no washroom availability for the travel time. The buses are every half hour and I cannot pee on the street. There is no wooded area to duck into either. Errands can be problematic without a vehicle as the time is very long due to lousy transit. I do not wear Depends at home but just on my excursion days. I carry an extra one in case I need to use it mid-excursion and will change it at the next washroom if there is one.