Blake
Outhouse pooping
Has anyone here ever had to poop in an outhouse? Well today I did just that. I was visiting my great grandparents, who live in a two story house built in like 1900. It has indoor plumbing but it's a bit iffy, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. Well today it wasn't working. I was sitting in my room when suddenly I had to poo, and I had to poo badly. So I got up from my desk, and walked down the hall and into the upstairs bathroom. I didn't pay much attention to the toilet until I sat down and felt cold water on my butt and lady parts. I spread my legs and looked down into the bowl only to find it was full of murky brown water. I quickly stood up, my urge hitting me again, I wanted to sit back down and unload into the pot but I knew it would upset my grandfather because he would have had to clean the mess up. I quickly pulled up my underwear and left the bathroom. I walked back out into the hallway and went downstairs to ask my grandfather what to do if I had to use the bathroom when the plumbing wasn't working. He then told me about their outhouse. As I talked to him I could feel my load crowning. I quickly finished my short conversation and started to make my way to the outhouse out back. As I reached the back door two silent farts escaped my backside. I quickened my pace and began to walk faster towards the outhouse. Which sat near the edge of a small fish pond in between two large oak trees. As I reached the door of the outhouse the pressure built, by the time I had the door shut and the lid lifted, it felt like I was about to load my panties. I hoisted up my dress and yanked down my panties before planting my butt down on the seat. At first I tried to be quiet and ladylike but that soon gave way to loud moans and groans as the great beast snaked out of my butt. After a full eight minutes of non stop pooping, I finally started to pee, signaling to me the end of my dump. I finally relaxed and took a deep breath, then the smell hit me. I quickly finished up, not even bothering to wipe, I pulled up my panties and left the outhouse. When I returned to the house my grandfather was fixing lunch, and he asked me if I felt any lighter. I laughed and said yeah.
So, that's my story for today, , I hope you all enjoyed, questions and comments appreciated.Rose Y
A quick note for Avery: I really enjoyed your latest story, it sounds like it was a wonderful feeling to make some room for your meal!
I like your use of the word potty, I had only heard it used to refer to training potties for kids before but I think it's a good term to refer to all the waste we're depositing in the toilet.
I have a question for you: sometimes people will use the toilet to dispose of other things, for example I recently flushed away a bit of yogurt that went bad. Have you ever done anything like that, and would you say that it also counts as a part of the term "potty", or no?
Thank you for your stories!Kieffer
Crapping time
This year in my high school I've probably had to crap at school only once or twice a month. Otherwise, I crap at home or at my girlfriend D'Shannon's apartment.
But for four days in a row I've had relatively large craps and I've had to get onto a toilet fast. Twice, the crap came in the morning and I hurried to the nearest bathroom during a passing period. Once my butt-on-seat time was only less than a minute and another time was the worse: I used the entire period and then some. So I was late to class by 8 or 9 minutes. D'Shannon thought I should have explained the situation to my teacher, but she's an older lady and I don't feel comfortable doing that.
D'Shannon has also been crapping at school, too, a lot more. She sits, craps petty easily but sometimes enormous logs that come out easily at first, but then require more pushing for the final exit. Too often, that's when she reaching for the wiping paper and then there's none left. She blames too many of the previous users for wasting the paper that they use to wipe down the seat or worse yet lay across the seat before sitting on it. She said she would feel guilty doing that. Yesterday she was in that situation right after school before she met up with me. She texted me and I got some from the guys room and asked this girl going into the girl's room to give it to D'Shannon.
So I went back next door to the guys' room, sat down and did my pee. While that was happening, I was awaiting a message from D'Shannon thanking me and asking where I was. A pee takes me less than a minute because I've found sitting down is a much more effective way to do it and I'm not having to change my stance at a large line of urinals or have other guys glancing over at my wares. Then came the angry message from D'Shannon saying she had gotten only one wipe out of the toilet paper I had gotten her. I was beyond surprised. So after I stood, wiped and flushed, I took double the amount of toilet paper off the roll and headed next door. D'Shannon said she was alone and I went to her stall, gave her the large amount of paper, and headed back outside to wait. Apparently the other girl had used much of the toilet paper for herself!
D'Shannon called that girl a big b****, a word she doesn't often use.
Then we both had to hurry home because we had younger siblings that needed looking after.
A quick survey:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Males
1. Have you ever tried sitting to pee? Why/why not? How successful was it?
2. While seated, do you sometimes find you have time to crap?
3. What do you do with the large number of seats the have been splashed with pee?
Females
1. Have you ever tried squat peeing over a toilet? What age? Why? How successful were you?
2. If you use the seat do you sometimes find the comfort helping you crap during your sit?
3. Have you ever tried using a urinal? What was the reason? What type of bathroom?
Kieffer
17
Male
1. Yes, in 8th grade because I was bullied and my wares were examined and made fun of at the urinals. I was a little slow at first but since that I've converted to the sit and I find it much more private and efficient.
2. It has happened a couple of times at school. I no longer have to wait in a urinal line. A couple of times I've released some gas and dropped a few small ones while seated.
3. That is the drawback. I've only had to sit on a splashed seat a couple of times. But I got me pee in and got to my next class on time.
Emma two
Just made it
I really had to poo on my way to work this morning and by the time I got off the bus I was nearly pooing myself. I speed walked down the road towards the office building with my bottom clenched tightly and as soon as I got into work I ran to the toilets holding my bottom trying my best not to poo in my knickers. I made it just in time and I took the farthest cubicle from the door as it felt more private and I locked the door and pulled my knickers and leggings down together and threw myself on the toilet. I relaxed and immediately felt relief as I released a load of soft semi solid poo while I peed. It was such a relief especially when I remembered my last poo was three days ago. After wiping a few times my bottom was clean and I pulled up my knickers and leggings and flushed the toilet. After washing my hands I walked into the office to start working feeling two pounds lighter and so relieved that I hadn't pood myself on the way to the toilets.
Old post by Traveling Guy on page 1235
On page 1235, Traveling Guy (aka Traveler) told a story of him accompanying a paralyzed student to the toilet. I can't find the story: does anyone know what page it was?
Thunder
Gold Fields House Toilets
A long time ago there was this very classy building on Sydney Harbour called Gold Fields House....recently it has been pulled down and something bigger is going there.
For a period I worked in the city and would get off the train and Gold Fields House was on the way to the office.
I use to leave home early and call in at the every day and have a sit and release my load. There were always men coming in and emptying their bowels.....interestingly there was not much grunting but lots of loose poos etc and what sounded like soft serves.
Nowadays I rarely go into the city and use my public toilets set on a picture perfect bay . but I rarely have company.
Poop poster From Columbia
Questions for women and yeah men can answer...
My name now is not Skid marked from Columbia butt poop poster From Columbia... I don't get skid marks anymore not because I'm special, butt because I'm commando! Also I'm not from Columbia that's just a place I used to live.
Most women I know claim to never get skid marks on their underwear since being a toddler...
It's obvious women who are anonymous here have skid marks except this shit poster named Catherin.
I know there are probably women on here that never get skid marks... Do you only have to wipe once or you don't have to wipe at all in order to not have skid marks after pooping?
Do you not get skid marks because your butt isn't big?
Do you think you don't get skid marks because your butt isn't hairy butt smooth?
Is it because you are pretty?
Could it also be because you wear comfortable underwear that doesn't get up your butt?
Do you ever get the infinite wipe problem... you know when you wipe your butt and the paper never comes clean? Butt somehow you never get skid marks in your underwear?Nils
To Avery
I must confess, I have respect for you! I'd never even peed at school, I mean, I'm a man, but our bathrooms didn't have urinals and I was too darn shy... I got a strong bladder anyways.Camilla
To Ellie M
I have been a girl scout for some years and for sure I have caught others squatting outdoors. I have squatted myself too, many times. Mostly to pee, but occasionally also to poop. Most of the others I have seen have certainly been girls/women, mostly some of my friends peeing. When needing to poop I think most of us go well away fom the others.
Here some stories from me:
At a scouts' hike I woke up early in the morning feeling the urge to take a dump. I found it better to go out there in the wilderness that at the filthy toilets back at the camp site. I went well into the woods and squatted among some huge stones. When about finishing my duty I spotted a man coming up. It was one of the adult leaders. About 10-20 meters away from me he stopped up, looking carefully around himself (without spotting me, luckily), before he pulled trousers down and squatted. In less than one minute he had pooped and wiped himself before going away. That was the first time I had ever seen an adult man squatting.
Later the same summer I was picking berries in the woods with my parents. Accidentally I spotted my father squatting with trousers at his knees. Luckily neither he spotted me. Another time at a scouts' hike I walked in on one of the boys just as he was squatting. I think we both found it a bit embarrassing.
STEPHEN P
KEEP FIT AND STAY REGULAR
Tuesday after attending computer classes I went into the toilet I
had just started pooping when I received a phone call when the call finished I was unable to poop so wiped and flushed.
When I arrived home one hour later after shopping , went into shed
lifted lid on THETFORD 33 POTTIE pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants
then sat on pottie ,a few minutes later I started to wee then my bowels opened enabling me to have a good shit,when done wiped with TORQ INTER LEAVED TOILET PAPER , puled up jogging bottoms and pants , washed hands under water butt then carried shopping into house.
Wednesday morning had wee in THETFORD ELLEGANCE potty in bedroom, carried it down to kitchen ,where I left it while making tea ,brushing teeth and washing SUDDENLY I needed a BM ,so used the pottie in kitchen
then carried it outside to empty , when done drank the tea then returned the pottie to bedroom .Wednesday afternoon went to G Y M upon my return very tired collected another THETFORD ELLEGANCE from garage placed in campervan (it is easier to use for a wee during night,as it is higher
than the ADVENTURIDGE).
I laid down and was asleep within minutes , had wee twice during night on pottie . At 8 am woke sat on pottie for a wee then started pooping , I had a really good shit , wiped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL, got dressed , then went into house .
Friday morning had tea washed then went to campervan , lowered my jogging bottoms and pants sat on ADVENTURIDGE PORTTA POTTIE and had a
NUMBER TOO ,wiped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL ,pulled up jogging bottoms and pants . I spent the next two hours emptying all the potties and cleaning
this morning I sat on the ADVENTURIDGE portta pottie in the campervan and had a NUMBER TOO and wipped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL .
Saturday, February 18, 2023
Avery
Making space for lunch
I pooped at school during lunch today. I felt fine all day until I was walking to lunch. I felt a weight shift inside me and the inside of my butt felt pressured; I knew a poop was waiting to come out. I normally wait until after I eat to poop, so I got in the lunch line, bought my food (chicken tenders and fries) and sat with my friends, primarily Olivia, Jackie, and Lauren. I ate the fries first, and by the time I was halfway through the fries (in like a minute, I ate them quickly), my stomach was growling. While my stomach was working to digest the new food entering it, my anus was ready to expel what was already digested. Given my discomfort, I decided to go to the bathroom and take a poop. Conveniently, at that moment, Lauren got up and said "I'll be right back, I've really gotta pee." I joined by saying "I'll head to the bathroom with you, I need to poop." We entered the bathroom and took side-by-side stalls. I pulled down my black leggings and white panties while Lauren pulled down her jeans and white panties.
Ugh accidentally hit submit early. Carrying on though: we sat down to do our business. Lauren started peeing a strong stream, and so did I. My bladder was empty after 20 seconds of peeing (must've been the water I drink during the school day), while Lauren's went on for 45 seconds. After I peed, I bore down to try and start pooping. I wanted to poop out this giant log really quickly so I could finish my lunch. As my anus spread open, I could tell this was going to be a mostly dry, solid, average sized turd. I kept pushing as Lauren wiped her vulva, pulled up her pants, flushed her potty away, and then exited the stall to wash her hands and wait for me. I kept pushing, before the expulsion sped up and with a plop the turd left my butthole and dropped into the toilet. I pushed a few extra times, but my one log was pooped out. I wiped off my butt, then took a look at my potty. I made the water yellow with my pee, and lay one of my average "stomach-empties" in the center of the toilet. I call these poops stomach-empties because they're not caused by me eating too much, or something weird, or anything like that; they just routinely empty my stomach off all the old stuff it doesn't need, in the form of a 12 to 16 inch long turd. By the way, I've started using the word potty (Olivia introduced me to it). The definition we use is the waste you get rid of on a toilet. For example: my poop and pee is my potty. Anyway, I flushed my potty away, restored my clothes feeling relieved, washed my hands, and went back to lunch with Lauren so I could start refilling my rectum with poop.
Bye for now!
End Stall Em
What public toilet stall to pick?
I've always found the difference of opinion regarding which public toilet stall to select to be most interesting. I'm in my 20s now and I can't think of a time going back to when I started kindergarten when I haven't used a toilet away from home at least once a day.
Take yesterday, for example. The coffee I drank on my drive to campus, as usual, went right through me. My pee became immediate about 15 minutes from campus. With my car I hit about a dozen train tracks at 35 MPH because I wasn't paying attention, so my pee problem became instantly immediate. Obviously this was a industrial park, so I wasn't sure that I had made the best decision on choosing a short-cut to campus. A two-minute sit in the arts and sciences hall bathroom was utmost in my mind. But as traffic continued to crawl in the jam, the lights came on as a neighborhood gas station opened up. I was thankful that there was no median from me instantly turning into the station. I parked on the side and walked into the office. The ladies door was open
and I hurried around the counter and into it. The bulb on the light was at about 10% power. I latched the door. The white seat was severely stained and cracked but it saved me from an accident. The graffiti on the left wall was repulsive but also creative in a strange way. There was no way I was going to overstay my welcome in that bathroom.
Later that morning I was on campus. I took my morning poo in the 2nd floor bathroom of ????. Five toilets, a wait line with the middle one opening twice, but I waited for the far end stall. Finally it came open and it smelled from poos. There must have been three or four skid marks in the bowl. The black seat was both stained and worn. It was also warm, indicating it was fully in-service. After lunch I took pee #2 in the main floor bathroom of the student union. Their were 9 or 10 toilets all in heavy use. I might have waited for five minutes until one of the end stalls opened. It was worth it although my seat was a loose and the flusher was leaking. This pee was over in one minute. I got some coffee because I can doze off in the afternoon class and headed across campus to the newest of the classroom buildings. After a two-hour English Lit lecture the coffee had done its job on me. Both the north and south end stalls of the 3rd floor bathroom of the building were open so I took the nearest. The black seat was shiny, but there was some pubic hair on the front of the bowl that I noticed. Pee #3 was uneventful and over in about a minute.
I got to my customer service job at our regional mall by 3 p.m. I parked in the south lot and entered via the basement employee doors. Since it is impossible for me to leave my kiosk without calling security, for more than three years I've been taking an earlier pee in the employee toilets before I go upstairs. My sit was just about 30 seconds, but I don't like the stress of getting coverage
About four hours later, I was in pain for another pee as I took my long drive back to our apartment. I made an emergency stop at a city park for pee #5. This was a two-staller. I couldn't get seated fast enough, although the seat wasn't the cleanest I sat on it and probably for about a minute and half. When I got back to our apartment, Spencer asked if I needed to use the bathroom before he went in for his bath. I just laughed and told him I had my share of bathroom visits that day.Thunder
Does Anyone Know?
I saw my therapist this week and she is Chinese and is going back to China soon for a short holiday. She told me they have this medicine you put in your bottom, only a tiny bit and it really makes you go "poo poo". She is getting some for herself and will get me some. She said it is not in Australia. My therapist English is limited so it is difficult to find out much more from her ......does anyone know what she is referring to?
For the purpose of the record I am grateful to her for the help she has given me regarding difficult evacuations.
Thanks
Thunder
Tom
High School Pooping - Office Pooping- Girlfriend not pooping
I only pooped a few times in high school.
I remember the first time I was in a couple of classes and felt a bad stomach ache. I had gone to a buffet for dinner the night before.
I first asked for a bathroom pass and went but the stalls had no doors and I wasn't comfortable going and then the next class I asked the teacher for a pass to the nurses office where they had an individual bathroom. I had stains in my underwear by then. I sat down let out a bunch of loose poop and wiped and washed my hands told the nurse I was feeling better and back to class. In my school the only way I would poop and most students were to go the nurses office.
From that point forward I started to make sure to poop in the morning at home before school. In elementary and even junior high I could go the whole day without pooping and even go a few days without pooping only having to poop at home usually at night. by high school my need to poop increased usually I could just poop in the morning and would be good until after school so school pooping was only an issue a few times for me when I had a bad stomach ache. It kind of surprises me hearing people having to poop on a regular basis in high school.
Once I went to college I had to poop more with the dining hall food and was more comfortable using the bathrooms anywhere on campus. I started pooping several times a day. After college working in an office I got used to pooping at work and most of the men I worked with I would see going into a stall occasionally instead of just using a urinal pretty much normal to poop at work. It was tough pooping at work when I worked in a small office for a few months with one bathroom since everyone know when you go compared to a large office where you can go to different bathrooms and different directions so nobody can track how many times you poop. In the small office I waited longer until I really needed to go bad before going.
I remember when I was 10-11 years old going away to overnight camp and on a Saturday and not having to poop until the following Thursday for the first time at camp. I don't think I could hold that long now.
I remember going away for weekend with an ex-girlfriend a couple years ago we ate a lot that weekend and I pooped a few times while at my friends apartment we were staying with. She later told me that she didn't poop the whole weekend until she got back to her house on Sunday. She had last pooped on Friday before we left. I was surprised that her body could still hold in everything she ate during that time and thinking that she must pooped a lot when she got home. She also told me she never pooped at work and I was surprised by that since I see what comes out of me during and average workday and couldn't imagine holding it in all day.Happy Valentines Day
I hope everyone had a nice Valentines Day
I am thinking about all that nice brown ???? chocolate candy that is currently being digested and getting ready to reappear over the next day or two as brown smelly brown poop thinking how it can stay the same color but just change flavor and smell.
I am also thinking about the nice meal I had with my date tonight.
We had a nice steak dinner that are now in our stomachs getting mixed around and ready to head out to intestines to be absorbed and what doesn't get absorbed will move along and get turned back to a solid and prepared for the toilet. It doesn't matter how romantic or great the dinner is the final part of the process ends with both of us sitting on a toilet over the next couple of days pushing out what remains of that meal as poop. It doesn't matter how much the meal cost or how nice the restaurant is everyone there is going to be on the toilet to complete the digestive process that started with that meal
I was find it interesting that going to out to eat is a big deal that everyone talks about but the end of the process of sitting on the toilet is very private and not suppose to be talked about in most situations except on forums like this.
when you are to dinner on a nice date to you think about your date sitting on the toilet the next day or two and what it might look like?
Wednesday, February 15, 2023
Ellie M
Outdoor Walk Experience
Hey it's me again! Just wanted to share an interesting story that happened to me while on a walk today.
I was going on a 10mile walk around my local area, I like to do it often alone because there are nice lakes and forests!
The night before I had an Indian for tea, and my stomach had already been active in the morning. I packed a bunch of tissues just in case, and I'm glad I did because as the walk went on I had that feeling in my gut I needed a poo.
I managed to venture off towards some bushes, just as I was about to get started I could see another girl further into the bushes squat and do a wee! Must've had the same idea as me.
I waited for her to finish and then had my poo, this was the first time I've ever had a poo outdoors so was an interesting feeling haha! Thankfully nobody saw me and I managed to continue on with my walk much more relived
That's all from me for now, but great to hear lots of other good stories on here at the moment :).
Has anyone else ever caught someone else having to squat outdoors? Been interested to here any stories!Haley
Hi everyone I wanted to thank everyone for the advice for my school most of the bathroom don't have many stalls and inbetween classes we only have 5 minutes some of the girls could be mean if you are in the stall pooping I am hoping in high school the situation would be better I heard they got more stalls in the girls bathroom most of our bathrooms have 3 to 4 stalls
Anna from Austria
Liquid diarrhea after having sichuan food for the first time
Hello everybody it's me with a new story.
was attending a business dinner last week at a place that serves Chinese food. I tried out some spicy noodles Sichuan style for the first time in my life.
After dinner, I wanted to stroll around in town a bit when my stomache started to gurgle and I felt s sharp pain in my behind. I knew I had to find a toilet rather quickly. Luckily I was near a park that had a toilet building. I headed to the ladies' room and as soon as I entered the room I saw 3 other ladies entering the room. Luckily I was first and could get one of the 2 stalls before the others. Unfortunately, the toilets were one of these all metal toilets which felt very cold when sitting on them, especially in winter. At first, I wanted to do hover poop but then reconsidered my thoughts when thinking about the other ladies waiting outside.
I had not enough faith in my hover poop skills to leave the toilet in a perfect state for the people after me. So I pulled down my slacks and panties and sat down on the very cold toilet seat. It had to be so bad I did not have any time to cover the toilet seat with paper to reduce the cold feeling a bit.
As soon as my bum hit the toilet seat I did a lout movie-type diarrhea typ fart and a stream of liquid poop entered the toilet bowl. It lasted for about 1 minute with lots of farts. It smelled so bad that I almost had to gag. When I was done I had to use lots of paper to clean my behind.
Luckily the lady in the second stall was just peeing so the other ladies waiting could use her stall or something like that. I did not pay any attention to my neighbor.
I was alone in the restroom when I was done at least. I washed my hand
s and left the restroom very fast. I did not want to be associated with the smell and the skid marks I left.
Normally I tend to remove my own skid marks but this time I did not thought about that until I was walking back home. I just wanted to get out of the restroom asap.
I also felt a lot better. I was constipated for 2 days before this mega dump. So I am not sure it was the fault of the spicey food alone that caused the havok. My constipation might have played a big part as well.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Miranda
Last minute sitting job
I do a lot of babysitting, have for several years, and it is what is paying for my college. As my dad sees it, I should do even more since it will likely pay for my graduate school.
Well at 8 p.m. while studying in my dorm room I got a call from Jackson's parents. They are divorcing and needed me to drive 45 minutes each way to pick him up for an overnight job. When I'm comfortable and my schedule is changed suddenly, something my boyfriend Kennard calls getting the shit scared out of me happens. I was 10 minutes into my trip on the Interstate when I felt the need for my second crap of the day. My earlier one was in the Student Center right after breakfast.
So I pulled into a rest area, probably the only non-trucker there, and hurried around several construction tapes to get on the toilet ASAP. As I rounded the entrance wall, the first in the line of toilets that I laid my eyes on looked pretty good. The seat was down, good amount of toilet paper on two rolls, and the privacy door latched with almost zero effort. It took me only about five seconds to dispatch a log about as long as a pen. I wiped, flushed, and headed to the sink. It seemed so unusual because that equipment worked well too.
I picked up Jackson, who is 8, and we immediately began the trip back. My mistake: I forgot to ask him to use the bathroom first. After about 15 minutes the smell made his need very obvious. At 9 p.m. I wasn't sure what the bathroom options were going on east on the Interstate. As we were talking about why this was a need I got the same excuses that a few years ago I debated my boyfriend Kennard about. Mean teachers, busted up facilities, bullying, and a couple of other things I was surprised were now going on in the 3rd grade. But if he was at his dad's apartment for six hours after school why didn't he go there? The flusher doesn't work, at least for the last two months his dad has lived there, and Jackson is getting blamed for it. I was appalled that such a thing would be put on a child, especially since the manager is expected to make such repairs.
Within a few minutes we came up on another rest area. Jackson was saying he wanted to wait until we got to my place, and me thinking about all the problems Kennard has had with such a philosophy, I said Hell No! I walked Kennard up to the mens' room door, yelled in asking if anyone was in there, and hearing nothing, I listened to Jackson's movement. I heard a toilet seat drop, and after a couple of minutes, significant splattering into the water, and then more silence. I walked in and saw Jackson's feet dangling from the middle stall, he hadn't secured the privacy door, and he was about to get down and find toilet paper. He had forgotten to look first. I tore off a good amount of toilet paper for him and he seemed appreciative. He wiped from the seat and was pretty thoroughly going at it. I don't even think I was that good at age 8.
Jackson remembered to flush and then he went over to a urinal where he did about a 20 second pee. I had to remind him to flush it, but he then did a reasonably good job of washing his hands.
I guess a trucker had quietly come in the building, but he stood outside the toilets until we exited. I thanked him nicely.Anthony T
To James and Jenny
Thank you so much Jenny and James for diving into my questions on why it's such a "big deal" to have an accident, and what it's actually like to go through one.
Jenny, I'm glad your own accident wasn't too traumatic and didn't take place in a more embarrassing setting than your home. Having such a supportive spouse must have also been a huge help.
James: Thank you for the incredibly detailed and comprehensive response! I think your explanation makes perfect sense. Pooping in the toilet was the earliest lesson most of us can remember learning, to have an accident feels like failing at literally the most basic task in life. In fact, the possibility of having an accident as an adult doesn't really cross your mind 99 % of the time. Even when you really have to go, it's usually more a feeling of "this is uncomfortable/annoying" rather than "I hope I don't poop my pants." Then when you realize you might not make it, terror takes over at the prospect of imminently messing yourself in public, and the reactions of others. Combined with the fact that you literally have to go worse than you ever have before, and the physical effort of holding it, I can see why the fight/flight response might kick in as far as crying, trembling uncontrollably, pounding in your ears etc.
When I saw that young woman have the solid accident on the plane (which you can find on 2934), she seemed to go through exactly the phases you described. When she first asked to use the bathroom during the tarmac delay, she was casual since it was probably a normal urge "might as well go now" type thing. By the second trip down the aisle, she was starting to get a bit uncomfortable and talked about "needing to get in there soon." Then as the plane slowly climbed to cruising level, she kept looking back towards the lavatory to see if anyone was out of their seat yet, with this nervous, concerned expression. I think that was when her thought process went from "this is annoying and uncomfortable" to "Oh my God. This might actually happen. This could be the day I don't make it to the toilet and drop a load in front of everyone." Then when she made her third attempt to reach the bathroom, she was probably having those intense waves of pressure you mentioned, when you have to fight to control yourself each time. She was crying from having to go so bad, and was literally begging for the toilet at this point, telling the FA she was "going to have an accident in my seat if you don't let me through."
By the time we were finally allowed out of our seats, I think she was having that unrelenting, unbearable urge you describe, and knew she was going to take the biggest, most urgent shit of her life in the next 5 minutes: the only question was whether it would be in the toilet or in her pants on a crowded plane. She was hobbling along and holding herself, with this look of complete panic on her face, muttering "Oh my God" under her breath over and over. It didn't help that other people were commenting on the situation at this point, and the teens sitting near my were positively gleeful over the possibility of seeing a grown woman have an accident in her pants. The moment she lost control was like nothing else. She suddenly went "Oh God!" and hunched over slightly, slapping her hand over her crack. She might have already started to go at that point. Then she rushed past the people in line and started pounding on the door saying: "Somebody please hurry it's an emergency! I can't hold it any longer! Oh my God no! Please no! No! No! No!"
At that point she simply lost all control of her body. She started shaking uncontrollably, with her knees almost knocking together, went into a sort of half-squat and it looked like she gave this massive, involuntary push. The plane was treated to 5 or so minutes of crackles, squelches, and farts, and of course her hysterical sobs, as she voided what looked like the whole contents of her bowels into her pants. And her shoes. And the floor.
I'll leave it there, but you can imagine why this incident would leave a pretty deep imprint on me as someone who didn't even really believe that adults could have accidents, barring obvious situations like food poisoning, diarrhea etc.
Post Title (optional)a bad day
one day when i was about 10 I was at school after lunch my stomach started to bother me. I some how made it thru the afternoon. Got on my bike and started for home about 15 minutes away. I told myself that if i was going to be sick i wanted to be at home. Just as i got on my bike I got the feeling i needed to poop.I did not want to go back in the school and i convinced myself i could hold it until i got home. the feeling became stronger and stronger as i pedaled on. I was about a block from my house when I stopped and got off my bike. I thought i could hold my butt better but it was too late. I could feel the poop sliding out and once it started I could not stop it. In a few moments i had pooped my pants big time. It was soft and smelled awful at the same time I was feeling really sick and after taking several steps i leaned over and vomited. The first one was not much but the second vomit was large. It looked like all of my lunch and maybe part of my breakfast as well. It was alot. after that I was able to walk home,clean up and lay down for awhile before feeling beter.Emma two
Lunchtime relief in McDonald's
I was busting for a poo while in town with Sarah this morning and we decided to go to McDonald's for lunch. I use the opportunity to use the toilets and I told Sarah. I walked through the corridor to the ladies toilets and entered to find they were freshly cleaned which was nice. I entered a vacant cubicle while Sarah took the one next to me. I was getting quite desperate and I was glad to be sitting on the toilet as I felt a cramp in my stomach. I relaxed and immediately felt relief as my poo came out and plopped into the toilet. I could hear Sarah was pooing as well and I finished before her and wiped my bottom before flushing the toilet. I washed my hands while Sarah finished her poo and afterwards we had lunch feeling much better.Thunder
Thank You Avery, Mina, Maho, Kazumi and Hisae
I would like to thank the above regular contributors, in particular their attitude to bodily functions and the pleasure of same.
It makes for a much better life.
Thunder
Brandon
I had a big urge to poop today while out in public. I know from memory all the available public facilities in the city I was in. I headed to the first spot which has 2 stalls for men. 1 stall was kind of dark and the other had a dirty ish toilet seat. I contemplated using the ladies toilets next door as I perceive ladies to be much cleaner in their toilet habits but I did not want to take the risk of getting weird glances.
So I went to the next spot which is the public library. There are 2 stalls available there as well. One was occupied and it stank big time and there was a other person heading in after me so,I pretended to go for a pee and left.
I then went to my final chance. It is a place I never visited before. 3 available stalls, 2 of them had unflushed business but luckily there was the 3rd stall which looked clean. So I used that toilet, I was all alone. I was pretty desperate after all this biking to the toilet facilities everywhere. I'm peculiar and shy about it.
1) there should be at least 3 stalls so that there is low chance of a waiting line
2) nobody can see me enter a stall or I get "performance" pressure
3) If I see hair or an unflushed bowl I refuse to go
As soon as I sat down the poop came out. The first drop made a plop, the next 2 were all wet and came out with a wet sounding fart/crackling. I then peed followed by 2 or 3 smaller plips. After about 2 minutes I was done. The bowl looked like a mess. The looser stool blasted out hitting all the porcelain and not the water. The flush did't take care of all the skids so I had to use the brush and 3 more flushes to get clean water.
When I went out my curiosity for the female restroom made me go in. There were 5 stalls there and they were all crystal clean confirming my idea that women are indeed more clean than men.
Life would be easier if I was female. Cleaner toilets and more stalls to choose from!
Monday, February 13, 2023
STEPHEN P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning I washed dressed brushed my teeth made and drank two mugs of tea .I did some washing and hung on line checked and answered e mails .
I made some more tea , carried this to the campervan to drink while listening to news .as I switched on radio , needed to have a BM .
I lifted the lid on the ADVENTURIDGE portta potty put paper at rear of bowl , lowered my jogging bottoms and pants, sat down .I reached for the tea as I started weeing ,as I started to drink tea . started pooping it felt awsome .I remained seated until I had drank all tea then wiped with eight sheets of ELSAN BLUE ROLL.
It was a large load
Thunder
Reply Lena & Haley
Lena, you well and truly achieved success....I absolutely love dropping a load outdoors. In Australia we call it a "bush poo". I find it is totally free and relaxing. I have not done a bush poo for a long time, sadly.
I did a couple of camping tours a long time ago where there were no toilets so a bush poo was the only alternative. I think we all saw each other in a squat position at some stage but we kept our distance. What I found was at the beginning of the tour everybody would disappear over the mountains (more or less) to do their business but as the tour went on after several days we were a bit more casual about it.
Now to Haley, as to having a great BM in a public facility is such an advantage. As a suggestion you could give yourself plenty of time...that is go to toilets where there are sufficient cubicles where you can just sit. You could take a laxative or drink prune juice so you have to go, or even try a suppository....but pick a place where the toilets are plentiful. I think it all gets back to a persons psychological viewpoint on bodily functions...you need to enjoy a good piss or shit! Firstly we all shit...anyone who does not should come forward...it is a biological necessity. You like eating and drinking so therefore you should get the same joy out of your bodily functions.
ThunderWDVinco
Every Male Toilet Scene Ever
I've had my toilet fetish since around 11(?) and I just like the sight of a gorgeous man sitting on the toilet. So, I wanna catalog EVERY male toilet scene in film and television history, and I think this forum is a great place to do it.
Ground rules:
1. The people in these scenes must be 18 or older. No children or teens.
2. Scenes with men on the toilet only. It's fine if there's ALSO a woman on the toilet in the scene, but there still has to be a man.
3. The actor must be alive as of the time of the post. If the person has died years after it is posted, please notify us.
4. For scenes with gore or bloody violence, such things should happen AFTER the man is on the toilet. For example, if in a horrible film, a
man takes a dump and is stabbed to death by a serial killer, we need to at least see him on the toilet, on his own. Please leave a warning for such themes and timestamps to when the violence starts, so we can stop watching the scene.
5. The most vital of all, THERE HAS TO BE SKIN!!!. By skin, I mean no waist-up scenes and no scenes where their pants are pulled up to the crotch. The guy has to be shown fully on the toilet. He doesn't have to display the full side of his butt cheek (aka side ass), but we at least need to see his lap or both his legs AND knees. I will be providing my own scenes to give you a gist of what I mean.
Avery
Live poop from school
I'm currently sitting in a stall in a school restroom, with my black leggings and red panties at my knees, about to dump the load of poop in my belly! I've been eating a lot of cafeteria food over the past few days, and it either goes right through me or clogs up my rectum. In this case, it's done both. I've been constipated since Tuesday (3 days, currently Friday), but today's lasagna got things moving. I ate the entire serving and could feel my stomach gurgle as it worked on digesting my recent meal. I didn't need to poop until I got to my second class after lunch. My stomach had digested the lasagna, and as it grumbled and squeezed the digested sludge into my bowels for further digestion, my large intestine realized it needed to make some space so it could make more poop. The solution: expel some waste! I felt an ache in my abdomen, then felt a lurch as my butt was loaded with a turd that was dying to be birthed into a toilet. So, I went to my teacher and asked if I could use the restroom. She said yes, so I left the classroom and went down the hall to the girls restroom. The bathroom was empty, so I took the second stall, pulled down my leggings and panties, and that brings us up to date. I guess I should start getting my waste dropped off. I have some pee in me, so I'm just gonna squeeze, and out comes a nice yellow streak of pee tinkling loudly into the water below. I just stopped peeing, I peed for 15 secs, and now it's time for my stomach to get some relief. I know it's gonna be big, so I adjusted my positioning on the toilet seat, I'm taking a deep breath and now I'm gonna push… my butthole is opening, again, even wider though, and I can hear faint crackling. Wow that is moving slowly but yes, it's emerging! I'm gonna push again to try to speed it up. Oh yeah that helped. Unknown oh no it stinks! I guess that's what I get for not pooping daily. It's about time I poop out this amalgamation of cafeteria food and home meals, plus all my snacks. Ok I've been pooping for 2 minutes now and whoa, I just looked between my legs and this log is huge! Ok I think I'm reaching the end… ploop. Yes! Oh wow what a relief to get all that out. I feel so light and agile now! That poop was really weighing me down. Ok let's see how big this monster is, whoa it's giant! Sitting there, in the yellow-colored water of pee, is a 38 inch long, 2.5 inch wide turd. Wow no wonder I needed to poop so bad! I'm back in class now, and I feel completely relieved. I wiped, pulled up my pants, flushed, and watched as the giant turd I birthed was carried away, through the hole and into the sewers. All that constipating cafeteria food, finale out of my system! I love taking those giant, relieving dumps that completely empty me of poop. The food is great going in, and it feels great going out.
Bye for now!
Brandon
I had a big urge to poop today while out in public. I know from memory all the available public facilities in the city I was in. I headed to the first spot which has 2 stalls for men. 1 stall was kind of dark and the other had a dirty ish toilet seat. I contemplated using the ladies toilets next door as I perceive ladies to be much cleaner in their toilet habits but I did not want to take the risk of getting weird glances.
So I went to the next spot which is the public library. There are 2 stalls available there as well. One was occupied and it stank big time and there was a other person heading in after me so,I pretended to go for a pee and left.
I then went to my final chance. It is a place I never visited before. 3 available stalls, 2 of them had unflushed business but luckily there was the 3rd stall which looked clean. So I used that toilet, I was all alone. I was pretty desperate after all this biking to the toilet facilities everywhere. I'm peculiar and shy about it.
1) there should be at least 3 stalls so that there is low chance of a waiting line
2) nobody can see me enter a stall or I get "performance" pressure
3) If I see hair or an unflushed bowl I refuse to go
As soon as I sat down the poop came out. The first drop made a plop, the next 2 were all wet and came out with a wet sounding fart/crackling. I then peed followed by 2 or 3 smaller plips. After about 2 minutes I was done. The bowl looked like a mess. The looser stool blasted out hitting all the porcelain and not the water. The flush did't take care of all the skids so I had to use the brush and 3 more flushes to get clean water.
When I went out my curiosity for the female restroom made me go in. There were 5 stalls there and they were all crystal clean confirming my idea that women are indeed more clean than men.
Life would be easier if I was female. Cleaner toilets and more stalls to choose from!STEPHEN.P
THETFORD 33 PORTA POTTIE
This morning I put tea bags into two mugs , boiled kettle and poured boiling water into mug .I went out to compost bin while tea was brewing
to dispose of vegetable peeling As I put peelings in bin I needed a BM,
opened shed door lift lid on THETFORD 33 POTTIE pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants , sat down onto a cold comfortable seat ,I tried to muve the slide activated by leaver on right hand side it was frozen would not move my bowels opened realeasing a load of mushy poo a wee then another load , it was very enjoyable my body just pooping .I sat for another few minutes weeing before I reached for the TORQ interleaved
I used ten sheets to wipe , It is left in shed ready for use as the THETFORD BLUE ROLL tends to deteriorate when left in shed due to the moist air.I tried the slide leaver again which was now working , due to the wee and poo warming the pottie ,stood up pulled up my pants and jogging bottoms , unable to use the flush / rinse as it was still frozen
returned to kitchen washed hands poured away the tea and boiled kettle for a fresh brew. Tomorrow I hope I will wee and poop in the van sat on my favourite ADVENTURIDGE porta pottie and wipe with my favourite
THETFORD BLUE ROLL
The THETFORD 33 is perfect for some one who needs to sit a long time and drop large logs once or twice a week !!
Skidmarked from Columbia
Questions for skid marked from Seattle and everyone else
Hey dudes! nothing serious here just about poop and a lot of pee! ;)
Have you ever needed to use the bathroom and found a toilet and used it and startled to find out you were asleep?!
probably happened a few times in my adult life but I never wet the bed or wet anything that I knew of.
If you needed a bathroom while taking a walk or on your bike but can't find 1 fast enough and had a small peestain... would you be a bit embarrassed too?
If you are embarrassed would you try putting a sweater or jacket around your waist to cover it?
How big would your peestain have to be before you would feel compelled to change your pants, skirt and or underwear?
Same thing about skid marks... Have you ever as a teen or adult had skid marks so thick it looks almost like you pooped yourself? Or was that just me
Do adults have uncompresses or is that just children?
How big would your skid mark have to be before you feel compelled to change or even throw away your underwear?
What caused your last pee stain? and what caused your last poop stain?
What makes you most self conscious in public peeing yourself like a fountain or having a solid poop accident?
Ronette
Unlikely bathroom partners
I found it was hard for me to adjust to using the toilets at my high school. I made the adjustment from grade to middle school pretty easy in most cases, but high school was close to overwhelming. Passing periods of only 5 minutes, many of the toilets with privacy doors taken off, clogs on clogs in some of the toilets, sinks jammed up and often vandalized, plus an experience I would never forget: just starting a carefully-timed crap, pushing with 80% of my capacity to get it out, and this older girl comes running into the toilet next to mine and lets off a hurl with almost no aim. I moved my left foot just in time, but the smell of the puke was instantaneous.
I knew exactly what to do. Instinct, I guess. I yanked up my underwear, pushed down my dress and exited without doing or saying anything. It seemed like a large banana was stuck in me. So I went fast downstairs to a larger bathroom. I knew the class hour had changed and I was going to be in trouble. I think I just wanted to get back on a toilet and painfully push the monster out. I tried not to cry, but..... I pulled down my underwear, pulled up my dress and started with all my might pushing the monster out. Little by little it was emerging. I was encouraged. I looked at my phone and figured I was nearing a half hour out of class. I thought about texting my mom and asking her to excuse me, but I stopped because I didn't want her usual lecture. By alternately standing, the re-seating myself I was able to get the monster out. I looked between my legs and saw the monster in the water.
I sat for another two minutes or so before I wiped, getting very little.
I stood, took one more look at my accomplishment, took two aspirins out of my purse, and swallowed them before I got to the sink. I didn't want the pain of my hole to be with me for the rest of the day.
I finally got to science class. We had a really caring student teacher named Miss Black. She related to us well and I whispered to her that I wanted to talk after class. She smiled and was encouraging. No put-downs or sarcasm like a few of my other teachers. I finished my day and after school I hurried for my meeting with Miss Black. My bladder was exploding, but I didn't want her to think I was taking advantage of the situation. It had been four hours since I last peed. I wanted to take the pop quiz I had missed. Then I got lucky she said she had to use the bathroom, I told her I did too, and we walked two doors down the hall to the girls room. I told her I thought teachers would be using the faculty lounge bathroom. She just laughed and said that was a big waste of time. And she said some of the talk down there was pretty negative.
I took one of the middle toilets and Miss Black took the one next to me. I didn't waste any time in thudding myself onto the seat. My pee started immediately. I saw Miss Black's slacks drop to the floor and heard her take her seat. I couldn't believe how open she was. She came in at lunch time, but all the toilets were in use. She had held her crap for probably three hours. Then it was splash, splash and a couple of sighs from her. We got to talking and she said time for bathroom use is the biggest change teachers face when they start. She said teachers can be disciplined if they leave their classroom without another teacher watching us. I don't know why, but I found that to be humorous. We have to ask permission for and probably can do something that the teacher can't. I listened to her wipe and we both flushed at about the same time. After washing our hands, we went back to the room where she gave me my quiz.
Looking back now, having such experiences with the school bathrooms, prepared me to more easily use toilets at large arenas, malls and outdoor concerts that my boyfriend and I often go to.
To Kristi:
I love your stories. You write about the school bathrooms you remember. Did you ever have a dispute over who was going to get on a toilet next?
How bad was that? What did you learn from it? Were you ever accused of "taking too long" on the toilet while others waited during the short 5 minute passing period?
To Haley:
I can sympathize with your concerns. Are there privacy doors on the toilets? Are the latches broken or bent off? In your current school are the other girls respectful of you getting your time on the toilet?
Elvia
Helping out another mom
I was out with some other women last weekend and had an experience I think is worth telling.
One of the them, I'll call her May for privacy reasons, expressed needing to find a restroom to change her infant, and I offered to go with her. May is one of the youngest adults in our social circle. She's only 20 and I've known her since before she was even a teenager.
The restroom we found had a changing table, but it was single occupant only. I offered to May that if she needed to go, I could change her daughter for her. I thought she might refuse but she told me thanks and let me take the handlebar of the stroller.
It took me about three minutes. May had sat down and peed before I'd gotten everything on the changing table and I only heard one splash the whole time I was working. Once I'd finished and put her back in the stroller, May was leaning forward and I think she was trying to make a second splash happen. She couldn't and after another minute or two she wiped and flushed and we went back to the others.
To James
I would love to hear more of your accident stories, they weren't repetitive at allDavid P
To Abbie
To Abbie: it has been absolutely ages since I saw a post from you. I hope everything is good with you and your not unwell or something. I hope you do post again soon since I miss your stories very much and I worry that we haven't heard anything that you are ok?. As much as I miss your stories if your not posting means you have finally beaten the constipation for good then that is amazing. If you can do update me on how your doing and how the poos have been for you lately?
Mina Maho Kazumi Hisae
Dear Haley
Poor Haley, we understand you are worried very much.
We never have your experience, we were all OK about motion in school when we were schoolgirls, but we talked together and we come up two ideas.
One is from Mina. when she was your age, she always get up early, she develop habit of sit on loo in her house 10 to 15 minutes to empty her bottom completely, before she go school. So hardly she had to do motion at school, only a few times when she was diarrhoea. You can try that. Try during holiday before you start a high school, then your body will get habit, and you will do at home every day before you go school.
One is from Maho. Where you live? if it is UK, perhaps your motion will make huge plop sound when it dive into water of loo. But you can put loo paper into water before you start to do. It will muffle a plop noise. Perhaps school's loo paper will be not good, so if your mother say OK, you can bring some paper from your home.
We wish you a good luck.
Love to everyone.
Hisae Kazumi Maho Mina
Friday, February 10, 2023
Avery
Museum trip poop
Hello! I have a poop story from many years ago, a few months after my "second poop at school" story. Me, Jackie, and our class were on a field trip to the local museum. We left school early that morning and the bus drove 20 minutes downtown to the museum. We got off, got our tickets, and then went to the museum's movie theater to watch a movie about animals. The movie lasted about an hour, and by then I had a growing urge to pee, and a bit of pressure was forming in my butt. We then went through an exhibit on ecosystems and stuff. That lasted about an hour and a half (it had some interactive sections). After we left, our group stopped outside the bathrooms so those who needed to go could go. I told Jackie, I'm gonna use the restroom." And she said "I am to" and as we walked in "do you need to pee or poop?" I said "just pee, what about you" and she said she just had to pee as well. So we entered the bathroom to hear the chorus of flushes, tinkling, and occasional plop or sigh. I entered a stall, pulled down my shorts and underwear, sat on the toilet, and peed a long stream into the toilet. I tried to poop, but it wasn't ready to come out. So I wiped, flushed, washed my hands, and met Jackie outside. We went through the rest of the tour in 2 hours, then boarded the bus to go to a park and eat lunch. By the time the tour was over, a log was sitting in my rectum ready to be pooped out. Me and Jackie ate together, and every bite of my sandwich made more poop get compacted into my load. I really wanted to get to a toilet, sit down, and let this giant poop out. Thankfully, teachers were giving us another bathroom break when we were done eating. As I swallowed the last piece of my sandwich, I felt a big urge to poop. I got up, threw away my trash, then said to Jackie "let's go to the bathroom." We walked there, entered the girls bathroom, and then I said to Jackie "I need to take a giant poop." Jackie said "I mainly need to pee, but I just ate so if I can make some space I'll poop." So we took our stalls next to each other (the bathroom was empty), pulled down our pants, and started peeing. My pee stream stopped after 8 seconds, while Jackie peed for 15 secs. When I finished, I started working on my poop. I relaxed, and let it start coming out. My butthole opened and the tip of a hard log emerged. I started pushing and felt incredible relief as this hard, solid cylinder of digested leftovers was pushed out of me. After 15 seconds of emptying my bowels, the turd tapered off and plopped into the toilet. I sighed with relief before smelling it. This poop stank so bad. It smelled like something had gone rotten. Next door, I heard Jackie grunting as I felt more pressure build up in my butt. As my butthole reopened to unload this second turd, I heard a loud grunt and plop from Jackie. At the same time, my log joined it's predecessor in the toilet with a plop. Jackie commented "Ahhh that felt great, I love the feeling of a big poop! Avery, your poops sounded giant and what is that smell!" I said "yup, I was really full, I guess my stomach didn't like something I ate and made a really stinky poop out of it." We then wiped, Jackie flushed her waste away, washed her hands, and left her stall. I took a look at my monster before flushing: I didn't know I could make that much poop! My first log was an inch and a half wide and 20 inches long, while my second log was an inch thick and 8 inches long. I pushed the lever, and the high-power toilet roared into life, sucking down my pee, then tearing my first log in half before sucking it into the sewers, then the second log and toilet paper disappeared. I restored my clothes, and left the bathroom feeling so much better!
Bye for now!Angela
@Jenny and Vincene- I have completely forgotten the nightmare of the single square toilet paper Dispensers of high school and the "one hand" push hand washing sinks in elementary school. How can we teach good handwashing in school with sinks like that, especially after touching ( at least microscopic) feces and urine. I do not remember having both at the same time. In elementary school, I remember some kids not washing their hands, probably because of those bad sink buttons. I would like to hope single squares are not used in elementary schools, as some younger kids are getting used to using the bathroom outside of the home. I do not have kids, but I do know from friends with kids that the last part of potty training is wiping until clean, or as best as you can. I never noticed another girl poop in the bathroom until high school, maybe junior high. Funny probably the age we start wearing nicer underwear to school, we had to clean ourselves with small squares.
@ Lauren : I know your questions are for Avery but if you dont mind me answering some of you questions. I remember in my teens and twenties every girl said they had to pee if they had to use the restroom. If we ever went in groups, half those girls would poop, but very quickly. Maybe we didn't sit down and look at our phones, but probably to hide from our peers that we were pooping. A lot of my friends were athletes and were well hydrated and pooped very vast , compared to males who I have known tend to sit there for at least 10 minutes.
Still there is nohting like finding a toilet that is private and away from where you work. One they tend to be cleaner and less used than the close by toilets. Two, my stinkly loud poops are more private. I notices the faster I poop, the more noisy my poops are.
I love pulling pants and underwear to my ankles at home, but in public, definitely to my kness, sometimes to mid-thigh
Melody B
Hey! Melody B here again. Here is another story with me and Justin.
I was like 5, he was 6. We were at the doctor for normal check ups. I had my appointment first then he had his. We always needed to give urine samples so we always drank a lot of water prior to the appointment. Well the doctor was running a little late and I think I had a bit too much water, and so I was fidgeting and all while we waited. By the time the doctor came in I was holding my belly. He said that I could do my urine sample now since I couldn't hold it. Justin said he needed to go too so since we both had appointments he gave us both cups. Our mom took us into the bathroom and she washed her hands and I eagerly removed everything below my waist and sat on the toilet with my legs spread wide open to be cleaned and get the sample. Justin was always happy to watch the entire process so he sat on the floor in front of the toilet and observed. Mom grabbed one of the 2 wet sterile wipes they gave us (one for me and one for Justin) and opened it. She separated my labia and wiped in between it all the way down my vagina. Justin watched closely in amazement. He was always really curious at how my labia majora would open a little when I spread my legs and when mom opened up my labia minora when she wiped me before a urine sample. After she was done that she held the cup under me and told me to go. Justin was also really fascinated because he pretty much got to see the pee coming right out directly since mom always had to keep my labia spread open the whole time for the sample. I almost always hesitated before I started peeing. Not on purpose but I guess I can be pee shy sometimes. After a minute though a drop came out. Then nothing. Then a few seconds later my stream finally started. Boy did I fill up that cup quick. Once the cup was full enough she let go of my labia and I managed to stop peeing just long enough for mom to get the cup out from under my vagina. She then put the lid on the cup and put it in the sample collection door thing on the wall. I continued peeing and mom washed her hands. By the time she was done washing her hands I was still peeing!! Once I was all finished I wiped myself with some toilet paper and put my bottom half clothes back on and washed my hands too. We didn't flush until Justin was done since we didn't see a point in flushing twice.
By now Justin was getting antsy and I could tell the water he had drank had finally hit him the way it hit me. We switched places and he got his pants and his underwear down and sat down on the toilet and spread his legs too. Usually he stood up for it but he said he needed to poop too this time. I watched as mom opened the sterile wet wipe and then grabbed his penis and wiped the tip of it. She pointed his penis into the cup and he peed instantly with a relieved sigh. Mom quickly removed the cup from under his penis and his penis just dangled there as he kept peeing. The poop was really quick.. it seemed like he barely had to push!
That's today's story. I'm spacing these out to avoid long posts. Bye! Hope everyone is good
Lena
My first outdoor poop
I was around 16 years old. I was taking part in a pilgrimage-like hike as a member of a YMCA-like group. Our leader was a mature woman, about 60-65 year old. Every day we walked from early morning till late evening. We slept in quite simple hostels along the trail. At the hostels the toilet facilites was "crap". People queuing up in front of the cubicles leaving nothing private.
After a few days I got really constipated, but the third or fourth day, when out on the trail, I really felt the urge to open my bowels. It was just before lunch. When we stopped for lunch it was in the middle of nowhere, just an open space along the trail. I asked our leader for the toilets. She answered that there was no toilet around and that I would have to go in the woods. She also said that if I should need toilet paper I could get from her. I felt it extremely embarrassing but as the urge was strong I had to accept the offer. She gave me some from her roll of toilet paper and said that I could find a place to hide in the woods.
When walking away into the woods I felt the situation very bad. But I managed to find shelter behind a small hill. Before pulling down I looked carefully around and when I was sure that nobody could see me, I pulled down and squatted. As the urge was strong, as far as I remember it was all done in just a minute or two. Even though embarrassing, it was probably the best dump I have ever taken. I did not know LNT at that time and I still remember the huge load of poo left on the ground.
Back with the others our leader asked OK? Yes, I said, still a bit embarrassed about it all. When nature demands it is good to get it done, and here in the wilderness it must be done as our ancestors have done for thousands of years, she added with a smile.
I felt it somewhat embarrassing the rest of the day even though I had not been spotted out there. For the days to follow I was curious if others also had to poop in the woods. One day I happened to see the husband of our leader squatting with trousers down. Luckily he did not notice me. But at least I understood that I was not the only one. Another day I spotted one of the boys also squatting.
When back home I asked my brother, who also attended the hike, if he had pooped outdoor. To my surprise he said that he had done it several times! Once he had even been walked in on by my best friend! She never told me about the incident. And he said that he also had spotted some of the others squatting out there. He thought that everybody had done it at least once or twice. He also told that his friend had walked in on our leader when she was squatting to take a dump in the woods.
After this time I have pooped outdoor several times, without feeling any embarrassment. Once when picking mushrooms in the woods with my grandparents, my granddad said that he had to go to the toilet. He took some paper napkins and went behind some bushes and came back as if nothing had happened.James
Reply to Anthony T
To Anthony T - these are good questions, and I wanted to take some time to reply in detail. I posted quite a few times in 2021-2 about some of my own accidents, and there are many more that I haven't written about because I was worried I was going to start getting too repetitive.
Regarding why it's such a huge deal to poo yourself - I think this depends on the situation, and on whether you've had many previous accidents. During potty training, we're conditioned in a very literal sense that using the toilet is socially acceptable but going in our pants is not. Some people on this forum have written about experiences of very punitive potty training, where accidents were punished with spanking or shouting, but even with very relaxed toilet training the message that we internalise is "toilet good; underwear bad". Add to that the fact that most societies view excretion as something embarrassing, personal and private, and the stigma around going in the wrong place at the wrong time becomes very strong indeed.
How old you are when you have your first public accident is a factor. The stigma around a six-year-old messing their pants is far less strong than a twenty-six year old doing the same thing, and as an adult you're much more aware of the potential embarrassment and shame, so the fear of having an accident if you find yourself caught short is much greater. When I had my first accident at school aged five, I literally didn't believe it was possible that I could poo my pants until the moment it happened, as I believed (in a five-year-old way) that school-age kids were too old for this to happen. When it did, I was certainly very shocked and overwhelmed for a moment or two, but I hadn't been anxious about it in advance and soon became more interested in how warm and soft it felt - I wrote about this on page 2907. The next time I found myself feeling desperate to go at school, a few weeks later, I was more worried because I now knew that messing my pants was a possible outcome, but the worry didn't have the same overwhelming quality that it might have had if I'd been in my teens or older and at risk of an accident in the classroom. I also suspect that the more times you poo your pants as a kid, the less strong the conditioned fear or disgust left over from potty training becomes, as with many of my accidents when I was perhaps 7-9 my reaction was more like a resigned "oh well, here we go again".
Familiarity with having accidents is definitely a factor. By the time I reached my teens, I had become so used to dirtying my underwear that any conditioning from toilet training days had basically disappeared, but my social fear of being detected after a poo accident was much greater. I've written in the past about how ashamed I felt when I had a diarrhoea accident on the coach back from a scout camp (page 2896, towards the end of my post), but in comparison if I was absolutely desperate to go and there was no-one around to see me then I really wouldn't mind if I didn't quite get to a toilet in time (see e.g. my posts on page 2911).
The physiological response perhaps has a few components. My guess is that a public accident, for someone who is terrified of pooing themselves, feels particularly intense because it sets off both the 'flight-or-fight' (sympathetic) part of the nervous system and the 'rest-and-digest' (parasympathetic) part at the same time, which doesn't usually happen as they tend to counteract each other. Fear gets the sympathetic part going (racing pulse, fast breathing, tingling skin) and the urgent need to poo triggers the parasympathetic part - in fact the urge to poo, and the acts of doing a poo or urinating are mostly triggered that way. Add to that the fact that the opening of your anus is incredibly sensitive, so that a poo rushing out will evoke very intense physical sensations, along with the sudden dramatic relief of no longer being as desperate to poo as you can possibly imagine, and the whole package will completely overwhelm some people. It doesn't help that really intense anxiety can weaken your control over the external sphincter of your anus, which is the only muscle preventing the poo from coming out during a wave of urgency - hence people pooing or wetting themselves out of fright after a sudden shock.
Regarding what it feels like, what it would be like to try at home, and how bad the mess would be - again, there's a huge amount of variation and it depends on your intent, preparation and bowel habits. If you're thinking of just waiting until you need to go a bit, and then pushing it out into your pants instead of sitting on the loo, then it's not going to feel much like a real accident because it won't be one. You won't have the same sense of both physical and psychological desperation to find a toilet, so it'll feel like going normally except with the added sensations of warm poo pressing against your skin, which itself will vary depending on whether your poo is hard, firm, soft, mushy, runny or watery. How easy the clean-up is also depends on the firmness, combined with how long you wait before changing your underwear, and whether you were sitting or standing when it happened. I've cleaned myself up after so many genuine accidents that I can say from experience that a hard poo is usually extremely easy to clean up even after quite a long wait (you can just turn your underwear inside-out over the toilet), a firm poo will usually be easy but gets harder if you've sat in it, a soft poo will be tricky unless you clean up immediately and don't sit in it, and mushy or runny poos it may be easier to bin the underpants than clean them unless you have a bucket of warm water to swill them in immediately and don't mind doing so, or you have an industrial-strength washing machine. Paradoxically, a watery accident can be easier to clean up as it's more like cleaning wet than pooey pants, but the sensation is also more like a wetting accident (and if you're unwell enough to have watery poo then you probably feel fairly rubbish anyway).
Any true accident involves desperation that overcomes your ability to hold on before you can make it to the bathroom. This means that putting yourself into a situation where one might happen means being somewhere where you genuinely can't go, and/or making sure that your poo is particularly soft and urgent. If you've got to adulthood without any previous accidents then you must be good at holding on, so you might need to dramatically increase your fibre intake, otherwise you might just end up successfully holding on until you get very constipated. My brother used to do exactly that as a kid - his poo was naturally firmer than mine and he could hold on much better, but this meant that rather than having the sort of large, soft accidents that I frequently experienced, he would get so constipated that he couldn't go at all, and would then have overflow accidents instead, where liquid poo leaked around the edges of a rock-like mass in his rectum. This definitely isn't something you would want to experience as an adult. Eating wheat bran with prunes for breakfast, brown bread sandwiches with an apple for lunch, and a dinner involving beans, lentils, Jerusalem artichokes and wild rice work well. You could also have a supper of a large smoothie with kiwis, plums, apples, stewed rhubarb and oranges (drinking lots of water is also important). This more or less guarantees you'll need to go quite urgently the next day, although if you tend to be constipated you might need to add in some kind of laxative as well. The fact that these are all the sort of things that I like to eat normally, and ate as a kid as well, is one of the reasons I was so accident-prone, but I'd have rather that than been very constipated. Start the next morning with a similarly filling, high-fibre breakfast along with a strong cup of coffee or tea and you'll probably find you start to get a bit of an urge to go quite soon.
If you prepare like that and put yourself in a situation where you're unlikely to be seen but won't be able to get to a toilet (perhaps a hike somewhere out-of-the-way), you commit to trying not to have an accident rather than setting out to have one (which means you won't, you'll have an 'on-purpose' instead), and if you're lucky/unlucky (depending on how you look at it) you might then experience something more realistic than just pooing yourself deliberately. The initial feeling that you need to go at some point will be followed by a more urgent pressure that tells you that you really should get to the toilet soon. After a while longer, waves of increasingly intense desperation will start to come in surges every few minutes. If one of those waves doesn't overcome your ability to hold on, then you'll find the pressure then becomes continuous and gets even more intense, after which an accident is likely to be inevitable within a few minutes if you don't find somewhere other than your pants to relieve yourself. The actual accident might happen slowly, with a firm log gradually but inexorably pushing out, or suddenly, with a rush of mush that gets faster over time, or any of an almost limitless number of variations - no two accidents are ever alike. You'll then just have to figure out how to get home without messing up your car - make sure you have plastic bags handy.
I was going to add another story from my own accident-prone past, but this post is already long enough. I haven't really described any holiday or school trip accidents (apart from one particularly memorable one on page 2901) - I don't know if those would interest anyone. Was anyone else here very accident-prone as a kid like I was?
Kristi
Pooping in high school
Hi everyone. It's Kristi.
So I'm seeing several stories about those of you who would poop back in high school.
Maybe it was different at your schools, but at my high school, we had 5 minute passing periods. And it was a big building. Ans the bathrooms usually only had like 5 stalls. AND we couldn't carry backpacks (security issue), so you had to go to your locker after most classes.
There was never any time for me to do all that, take a dump, and not be tardy (although I would have always chosen tardy over pooping my pants.
And you couldn't leave the cafeteria during lunch (another security thing).
The ONLY time I ever could poop in high school was after lunch, as we would have 10 minutes to get to class then.
There was barely enough time to go pee during regular passing periods.
That still didn't leave any time for relaxing on the toilet. Plus I usually didn't even have to go right after lunch.
I often had to go poop at the end of the school day, in which case I'd either go at home, or go before volleyball practice.
Plus, I was still kind of shy about pooping back then.
Today I'm the opposite of poop shy. Life's too short to care.
Kristi is a little constipated tonight. I've tried going twice now. Hope the third time is the charm.
I love you all,
Kristi
Avery
Replies
Lauren: Are you sure they only need to pee? Pooping can be quick as well; my normal poops take no more than 5 minutes, from leaving the classroom, pooping, and returning. And sometimes, it just depends on "luck." I've been in school toilets where all the girls need to pee, and others where every girl is making room for lunch! Regardless, don't let others stop you from pooping. If you feel the urge to poop, just go poop!
I typically put my panties and pants at my knees. I normally go to the closest bathroom, but if it's full and I'm desperate, or it's really dirty, I'll go to another bathroom.
I make long logs typically (normally 12 inches long at least), not nuggets. So by the time the end of my poop falls out of my butt, the first part is already in the water, which reduces the plop/splash. Last time I got splashed though, it was a bit of a shock, but I just wiped off my butt checks.
Now what are you waiting for! Go take a dump in your school's bathroom! I'm looking forward to hearing how it goes!
Rose: thanks for the compliment!
MasterBlaster: I've lost track of my largest poops, but that wasn't it haha! Glad you like my stories!
Wednesday, February 08, 2023
Mina Maho Hisae Kazumi
Two Circles
Hi Everyone, we hope everyone is fine. We are having relaxing day at home.
This morning we had group motion in green flat like we always do on Sunday. We don't give you all details because you will be bore, but Mina's motion was interesting (for us).
Kazu was next Mina while she (Mina) was doing. First motion was very ordinary one. But about two minutes after, Mina was ready to push, so pushed, and turd came out, not so fast, but never stop. More and more and more! Kazu shouted, "Aaaah!" Finally it stopped, and Kazu said, "It is fantastic!" So Hisae and Maho looked. Mina stood up so they could see.
Mina's turd was two circles, top circle on top of bottom circle, go round loo at water line. TWO circles! But didn't break up, it was all one. Maho took photo and video. At bottom of loo was first motion it looked like mushy. Circle turd was not so wide, about 3 centimetres. But very long!!
Hisae said, "Of course turd is beautiful, because bottom which gave turd is beautiful." Always when Mina doing motion, crushes say, "beautiful bottom"! Why they say? Mina's bottom is not beautiful. OW! "Maholin why you pinch my bottom?" This is from Mina. "Because you writing pants," Maho growl. (Mina typing this immediately after Maho growl.)
Then Kazu close loo lid and flush, then open again so Mina can sit down and finish motion because Mina is not empty yet. About five minutes after, Mina was ready and pushed and this time new turd broke so made five plop sounds. We looked, and they were about wide 3 centimetres and long about between 10 and 15. Not so huge. And there were some little pieces which Mina dropped at end.
Crushes made many noise. Uuuuh, Aaaah. Normally after we wash bottom with washlet, only one crush dry, but this time all three crushes dried Mina (and Maho also). And gave Mina warm hugs and caress in tatami room. "Minappééé..." they all say.
Maho's motion also interesting (for us) but this post is long little bit so we tell in next post, if you want. And Mina must stop to type because crushes busy to caress and make noise, Uuuuuh, Aaaah. And we are going to go to shopping mall.
Love and many online hugs and kisses, from four crazy girls round a bend and up a wall.
Mina and 3 crushes
Sorry, it's us again
In bathtub, Mina and Hisae were talking, and we felt we should say something to Caucasian Girl, we forgot this afternoon. We are bad girls.
So here is message to Caucasian Girl.
We were very very happy to read that you were able to do a big motion in front of Kelly, even your loo was sick. That is very fair! We are sure, Kelly is happy that you did. You can be more closer, and respect very much each other. We almost laughed even we tried not to laugh, when we read that you sat on loo to wee and suddenly big motion jumped out from your beautiful bottom and dive into loo even you didn't give a permission. Naughty motion! But you were very relief maybe.
We are sad that janitors did dirty job to cure your loo her illness. Japanese janitor always leave loo very clean after job we think.
And perhaps you can put message on wall in toilet room, beside of toilet, for Kelly's friend: "I am allergy to sanitary pad and wet wipe. I cannot digest. Please feed to me human waste and toilet paper only. Thank you, from toilet." Many public loo in Japan have such kind of message on wall.
Love to everyone.
Kazu Hisae Maho Mina