Nytecat
What I saw in a train toilet.
Recently I rode a commuter train from New Jersey to New York City. Before boarding, I had coffee and a bagel from a shop in my station. Despite the long ride, I wasn't concerned because the trains are equipped with onboard lavatories. I figured I might have to urinate before reaching Penn Station. Sure enough, with maybe 20 minutes to go, I knew I couldn't wait to use the facilities at the terminal. After making my way through several coaches, I found what's probably only available restroom on the train. I entered and pulled the door closed and an awful stench immediately hit my nostrils. I peered in the bowl and it looked like it hasn't been flushed through several users. And curling around the bottom at least a foot long was one of the nastiest looking turds I've ever seen. It wasn't brown, it was gray! Almost like clay. And it had an unusual looking surface texture too. So I quickly unzipped my pants, emptied my bladder, and flushed. Turns out the toilet still flushes but so weakly it doesn't pull anything down into the retention tank. The sink and soap dispensers were filthy so I left and just used the hand sanitizer I keep with me. But whoever dropped that monster in the toilet, I hope they're all right. That didn't look healthy at all.
Kristi
In the bathroom with my husband
It's Kristi and it's been forever since I last posted.
Usually I'm sitting on the toilet typing my posts.
But this morning, my hubby Steve is taking a morning crap while I wait for him. I'm sitting on the edge of the tub.
Steve is a gentleman and always lets me go first, but this morning he was in the bathroom first and he says his stomach is hurting, so I'm fine with waiting.
But I do have to go bad. Have to pee and poop. I don't want him to feel rushed but at the same time I have to take care of my business too. And I know I could go to our other bathroom, but this is pretty arousing for both of us. It's bonding time.
He's pretty constipated so I'm going to go give his shoulders a massage (that always helps me).
So I gave him a nice massage and whispered in his ear to just relax and go. He was able to drop a little bit after some heavy grunting (I hate to see him hurting).
But now I don't think I can hold my pee any longer. Steve offered to get up and let me go, but I'm just going to pee in the shower.
I pee in the shower A LOT but it's usually while I'm actually taking a shower with the water running. Today though I'm just going to take my shorts and panties off and piss in the drain. Be right back.
Well! That was very relieving.
But now I really, really have to poop.
There have been many instances where Steve and I have shared a poop. I'll sit, drop a big log, and then let Steve sit and drop a big log. Then we'll trade places and I'll push out the smaller stuff, and then he'll do the same. (He likes to wipe me after I stand up.)
But he's having a really hard time going this morning.
If you have read my posts in the past, you know that if I'm either hearing or seeing someone poop, it often makes me have to go even if I didn't have to go before. In this case, I woke up needing my morning poop. So now I'm getting really desperate.
Steve is really trying but I can't wait anymore.
Handing the phone off to Steve.
[Steve here... Kristi really has to go and I can't make her sweet but wait any more. She's sitting down. So beautiful...
Oh wow. That slid out of her fast!
She's letting me sit again. She really did have to go!
Here's Kristi.
I'm back. Wow I feel better. I don't think I even need to do anymore.
Steve is sitting back down... he wants to wipe me. So this is where I say goodbye.😉
Love,
KristiChristina
Better to have dirty underwear than sit in a strangers urine
Hi Kamdyn,
perhaps this is an unpopular opinion, but I think you did the right thing by wiping the seat first before your butt at the airport. You are wiping someone Else's urine on the seat and preventing or minimizing exposure. Intellectually that makes sense. If you don't have enough toilet paper to wipe, I guess that is why most of us wear underwear. At least you know it's your poop and not some strangers. I believe we all have some poop in our butt at all times, even if we wipe. A dirty butt is less gross to me than sitting in a stranger's urine.
I would be a hypocrite so say I would not feel the same way you did in the same situation. I hate the feeling of an unwiped butt though. I wore thongs for one year in college and I stopped because I always felt like I did not wipe enough when I pooped in a hurry in high school or did not have enough toilet paper. But that's just me.
Andy
Guys skidmarks
Thanks guys for chiming in about getting skidmarks in your underwear. Ever since I was a kid, I had the brown streaks going. Mom wasn't all that happy but she accepted it as part of a boy growing up. My two older brothers teased me about it even though they got them also lol. I just felt like doing a lot of wiping was a waste of time, especially when it seemed like even a bunch of wipes still left skids behind anyway so why take the extra effort. As soon as I learned to do my own laundry at the age of 11, I knew I could get skidded white briefs without hearing about it from my mom. I've gotten moderate skids in my white briefs ever since, and I'm 56 now. Many of my buddies also get them, from what I've seen when they leave their dirty clothes on the floor or in their laundry hampers. A lot of you have talked about how biking pretty much guarantees a bunch of long brown streaks in your underwear and I am no exception. I've seen guys at the gym getting changed in the locker room after they've done spin exercise, and you can tell they always get the worst skids. I always laugh when I see guys take off the dirty ones and leave them face up on the floor while they shower lol. No shame or embarrassment lol - that's how it should be. Be proud of your skids!Skidmarked from Columbia
Answer to my poll and Jenny
From Jenny: Question of the day: Where are you from and what do you call a public bathroom. I have had a couple funny discussions in real life about why we call public bathrooms in the USA "restrooms.." Who thought that this was a place to rest?!?! its a place to ..take a load off? I have seen the names washrooms and the blunt "toilet" in public bathrooms in other countries.
I'm from USA... I can't say where because people might guess or figure out who I am... I have a distinctive personality. About bathrooms... when taking long walks I just relieve myself in the woods. About restroom being a place to rest when I was younger people always brought that up like saying the word "duty" ;) haha I agree place to take a "load off". Washrooms in other countries? yeah honestly America and other 1st world countries are as good as it gets... except that Japanese lady here. Australians men and women that have posted here admit they get frequent or odd skid marks too and English and British people (even though they have bidets). Only like 2 or 3 people in the last few years I noticed claim they don't get skid marks. I don't call bathrooms washrooms because haha if they were washrooms most of us wouldn't need underwear. Or when before washing our clothes feel the need to hide our worn skirts and pants and shorts because we decided to go commando.
Does your job or career affect your bathroom habits?
No
Is it just me or do you like to use the handicapped stall?
of course... as long as they're aren't handicapped people around
Do you believe 1 person bathrooms are really unisex too?
of course
At the gym do you change in the toilet stall? just in case taking your clothes off might trigger you to get desperate to go potty?
Like I stated a while ago... I changed in the dressing room when I was 11 maybe 12 and accidentally peed on the floor. By taking my clothes off my body was triggered to use the potty.
When going home does the feeling of putting the key in the door trigger you to need to potty even MORE?!
yeah when I was a kid and tween I would feel sometimes not just wet my pants but accidentally soaked them. thankfully when I did have bathroom accidents my parents were cool about it. but as grownup at most only a little pee escapes.
If so... meaning you get more desperate after putting the key in the door... do you ever have to change your underwear?
a lot
What's the biggest trigger you know to cause you to get desperate for the potty?
hands in cold water and energy drinks
New question
is it just me? Or am I the only 1 cool about it when people (including myself) have a bathroom accident or bed wet or even bed poop or even in Jenny's and my case "bed skid mark"?Jessica
Buddy dump on campus
Hi everyone!! As I mentioned in my previous post I was going to have my first buddy dump this week. A few weeks ago my friend Emily, who I had mentioned in my first post, came out to me about her interest from pooping and to my surprise she said that she'd been interested ever since she began hearing me poop in public whenever we hung out. At first I was a bit shocked, but I ended up telling her that I too have the same interest. After talking for a while she asked me if there was anything that I was interested in doing but was too afraid or embarrassed and I admitted that I always wanted to try a buddy dump due to all of the stories that I've read on this site. She was hesitant at first as she had never really done anything like this either and had just recently gotten over her fear of pooping in public. However since we'd been friends for many years and have heard each other poop many times she agreed to do a buddy dump with me. Over the next week we both began to text each other ideas and we both started to get pretty excited. We decided that we would hold in our poops for as long as we could and then on Friday we would go to a secluded single occupancy toilet in our university's campus.
That Friday I woke up extremely excited! I got out of bed, made myself a coffee and headed to my one and only class for the day. Once class was finished I met with Emily to have lunch before we went to the library. We decided to get some McDonald's, and while we were eating I could tell that we were both in desperate need to poop as little silent farts were coming from the both of us. I asked Emily how long she's been holding it in and she said it's been four days, meanwhile I'd only been holding it in for three days. This was already a lot for me considering I usually poop once or twice a day. After we finished lunch we headed to the washroom together in one of the buildings on our campus. Luckily it was Friday and most people don't stay on campus after their classes so the washroom was empty. This was a single person washroom, which gave us lots of privacy. It was a bit awkward at first as we didn't know who was going to go first, but since it was my idea I said I would take the lead. I took off my leggings and underwear and sat on the toilet. I started to push and although I was in desperate need to poop I was struggling to get it out. I guess not pooping for three days caused me to be a bit constipated. My first poop was definitely hard and took a lot of effort to come out. About 10 minutes later the head of my log began to poke out of my butt and I scooted up a bit so that Emily could see. She said It was a very dark and thick log that stretched my butthole very wide. I pushed as hard as I could and the log continued to come out slowly until is curled around the bowl. Emily was amazed by how it all stayed in a single log without breaking a part. At this point she was also getting very desperate to poop, but I was definitely not finished. She asked if I would be able to hold it in for a bit so that she could go first, and just as she finished her sentence I let out a very loud and wet sounding fart which exploded into the toilet with a torrent of liquid poop. It was as if I had answered her question with the sounds of my poop. I told her my stomach was upset and that I wouldn't be able to stop pooping. This gave me the ideas that we could have our buddy dump at the same time. I spread my legs apart and gestured her to sit with me, and although she hesitated at first, I could tell she was had no other choice and so she pulled down her jeans and put her butt in between my legs. Unlike me, Emily did not struggle whatsoever as she immediately let out an enormous fart and a wave of soft mushy poop began to come out of her. Luckily this toilet was fairly big so we had enough room for the both of us, but for the next 15 minutes Emily and I were farting and pooping. She was releasing lots of soft mushy poop that can out like soft serve, while liquid diarrhea was coming out of me. The washroom was getting extremely smelly, but Emily and I didn't mind. In fact, we would laugh every time we both farted in synch or our poops would go into the bowl at the same time. About five minutes later we both finished up our poops and stood up. We'd been in the bathroom for about twenty minutes and when we looked into the bowl it was filled to the max. There were layers and layers of mushy poop filled with liquid diarrhea. However we still had to wipe our butts. I took some toilet paper and told Emily to spread her butt cheeks and surprisingly it only took three wipes. My butt on the other hand was very messy from all the explosive diarrhea. Emily didn't offer to wipe my butt, which was understandable considering the mess, but she did look as I was spreading my butt to clean. It took me about 15 wipes to clean myself up as there was lots of wet poop between my cheeks. And surprisingly this big pile of poop didn't clog the toilet, probably because it was mostly liquid or soft. Anywho that was my first buddy dump and I think me and Emily have gotten a lot closer because of it and will continue to do them in the future.
Thanks for listening everyone, BYEEEE!
David P
Replies, update and a story from a poo at uni
Hiya David P here again, some replies first then a quick update.
To Avery - Sounds like a big poo you had, liking the story do post more. Do you find that as a girl it is less embarrassing having a poo at school? I never did poo at school as I was way too embarrassed. Most the boys I knew would avoid it as well but I knew plenty of girls at school would go to poo at school and would even sometimes announce it by saying 'I need a poo' out loud in class. Do you think it is easier for girls to do this?
To Sheena B - Wow loved the story great descriptions. Keep up doing what you love and not being afraid to do those big stinky poos. Good that your friend is also a buddy when you dump.
To Abbie: You are really missed. Please post soon!
ok so now a quick update. I have recently had a bit of trouble going to the potty. I have had a mix of constipation and some days I have loose poos. This week has been crazy, I have been unwell and mostly bed bound so I didn't open my bowels for a few days then in the morning two days ago I did an absolute monster poo. It was solid at the start then went soft at the end. It didn't need much pushing at all, just some gentle pushing to get started then it slithered out making a slight splosh noise. It did not need much wiping. Then the next day I did not need a poo. But today has been a trouble, I woke up and a few hours after waking I got the urge for a poo and my belly was hurting quite a bit. I went and sat and let go of a sloppy poo, it was still a log shape but loose I needed to strain towards the end and let go of a few pencil thin poos that were a bit fluffy textured. Then I was fine, my belly pain went away but again around 3pm I had terrible cramping again and urgently needed to go. I then had a load of poo snakes slither out of my bum, my belly was cramping badly as I let go. I had to sit on the toilet straining for about 15 minutes even though the poos were soft they were really thin and hard to push out and came in waves. I had to keep straining as the thin turds slithered out slowly plopping into the water and stinking up the room. I looked between my legs several times and saw a thin bit of poo dangling out. The bits got smaller and smaller, then I got a bit stuck that needed me to shake my bum from side to side to get it to drop. It did after a while with a ploop. Then finally I was done. I wiped which took ages and then flushed leaving some streaks in the loo. My cramps had gone but still getting cramps and gas on and off tonight.
I think I have IBS as quite recently I have been having a lot of problems like this, sometimes having to go a few times a day to let out a small amount then some times not going for days at a time. I never like pooing in public and try to avoid it. But one day at Uni recently I was hit with the urge to poo pretty badly, I tried to go in the morning before I left the house but could not push anything out but on the train I felt something developing in my belly and then on the platform I went to fart but then the tip of a poo was right there in my bumhole wanting out. I panicked and was like I am still a 10 minute walk from uni and knew I could not hold it. My heart sank as I hate going for a poo out the house but knew it was either this or poo myself. So I spent the walk to uni trying to put myself in the mindset to go poo at uni and also not poo myself as I walked. When I got there I dropped my bag off in class and went to the toilet. I found a small toilet with one cubicle. It was quiet and I plucked up the courage to go in and sit and do my poo. Luckily nobody came in during my poo as it was quite smelly. I pushed out about three soft logs that were also a bit sloppy. I left a mess on the back of the toilet but I had to leave it for the next person to see my poo as now I was running late.
I actually miss having really hard poos that take a long time straining to push out. It is better than this!
That's it for now.
David PSteve A
How does alcohol affect your bowels the day after?
It seems to affect most people (including me) after drinking the night before...
For my experience (mostly during college) I've had my share of late morning/afternoon alcohol poops the next day, which felt more "urgent" during those times.
However, it seemed to affect everyone differently (in my dorm building) considering I sometimes had the entire dorm bathroom to myself whenever I had to go the next day.
Furthermore, I've heard that it "speeds up the process" of having to poop rather than being on a regular schedule, which means it has an "unnatural" laxative effect on the body. Different types of alcohol could be another factor as well...
Anna from Astoria
Hello,
I am a 42 year woman from Oregon, I have been lurking on and off for years and decided to post today. My real name is Anna, but I thought I would use it here because 1) we are anonymous here 2) it reminds me of a couple long time posters here: Anna from Canada and Anna from Austria
I have been intrigued by some of the posts of great satisfaction of pooping. I can go on about the different experiences I feel pooping in a week, let alone a month. But some of the most satisfying poops I can summarize as a poop where I just "open my back door and let it drop." No pushing. Whether it is a work or school poop midday, or an end of the day poop, my favorite poops are where I may almost be ready to poop before I walk through the bathroom door and I experience almost an ecstasy when I drop my pants, lift my skirt, drop my panties and sit down! I probably have two or three poops like this a month. Most of the time I have to give a little push to start or finish but not straining.
The opposite of this is when I have to push really hard where I am audibly straining. I hear this is not good or healthy for many reasons, but it is just so uncomfortable. Chances are when I am done, I do not feel relieved. This happens when I am constipated so usually it's at home unless I am farting up a storm in public, in those cases at work or running errands, I will try to get a little log out, maybe a few "Rabbit pebbles" to feel a little better, but it reminds me to catch up on hydration and fiber. This is however very frequently when I fly and I am constipated. I have never had a satisfying poop on an airplane. I always end up pushing really hard, and I never feel empty when I'm done. I am also one of those women who almost never gets skid marks since I was a teenager, but I look like I pooped in little in my underwear because of the bad toilet paper and the perceived small space to move when I wipe. I stopped wearing light-colored panties or thongs when I fly since 2015.
I am happy to share some stories if anyone is interested.
QUESTION: In the last year, do you remember your most satisfying poop and your least satisfying poop? This question is inspired recently by Larry's Metamucil poop, Jenny's traffic poop and M's Huge Work Poop!
Kieffer
Skidmarked from Columbia survey
Does your job or career affect your bathroom habits?
Yes, I'm still in high school, the bathrooms are often gross, I work part-time and have responsibilities for siblings in a one parent family.
Is it just me or do you like to use the handicapped stall?
I'm a sit-down-to-pee guy and have been since I was bullied in 8th grade.
I started using the handicapped stall--there are at least two in every bathroom at my school--the first week of school in my 9th grade year, I got a detention from our vice principal. Handicapped toilets are a little higher and more comfortable to sit on. That's why I like them, along with the fact that they have a privacy door. My girlfriend D'Shannon feels the same way, but the girls rooms are not as heavily patrolled as the guys rooms are.
Do you believe one-person bathrooms are really unisex too?
Yes.
At the gym do you change in the toilet stall just in case taking your clothes off might trigger your need to get desperate to go potty?
I use the locker room in my school. I start by sitting, peeing and then change into my workout outfit. Sometimes I have to take a potty break a few minutes later because I consume a lot of liquids.
When going at home does the feeling of putting the key in the door trigger you to need to potty even more?
Yes. And my younger siblings think it is funny when I come in desperate to use our single-toilet bathroom.
Do you ever have to change your underwear?
I get spurts of pee in my underwear at least once or twice a week. Sometimes this happens when I have to wait for a toilet to open at school. I've had stains the size of a bottle bottom in my underwear. Luckily, I wear dark jeans so it won't show stains outside. Sometimes, though, D'Shannon says she can smell a little of it. But she has the same problem at school because the lines for the toilets can get long. There's no privacy doors and some of her classmates are really snotty.
She's taken a couple of tardies because she's had to compose herself after being called some bad names. She carries an extra pair in her bookbag.
What's the biggest trigger you know to cause you to get desperate for the potty?
When I'm nervous about an important test, my relationship with D'Shannon or when I have to give a speech or presentation to a class. Last week, I sat down to pee after 2nd hour and I also, with minimal pushing, did a partial crap.
Children eat the same number of calories as adults so they probably have similar bowel movements
Thursday, March 23, 2023
Laura
To Emma two
Hi great story about your big poo
Did you hold your poo on purpose or were you constipated
I'm sure it felt very good to finally drop a big load even if you did get a wet bum from dropping big logs and bombing the toilet haha it can't be avoided and it happens from time to time but I'm sure it didn't bother you to much as the relief from it would feel good and if your getting backsplash atleast you know that you have dropped something big which is nice when you have been waiting a while for a decent bm
Keep up the good stories x
Larry
Metamucil Revelation
I had been backed up for a while, only shitting once every two days or so, and getting a lot of cramps, so I decided to try some Metamucil in the mornings. Boy howdy, did it ever do the trick! I've never had such regularity of big, satisfying dumps in my entire life. I've gotten into a rhythm of taking a dump either around 1 hour from clock out time at work,or as soon as I get home in the evening. Either way, my buddy who recommended the stuff to me was right - "two scoops in the morning, thick logs in the evening"Nina
DonK - I never try to combine the desire to pee or poop. Usually, I visit the toilet for any of these desires. However, I can say that when I go to poop, I will definitely pee, maybe not always a lot. When I walk around just wanting to pee, it sometimes happens that I start to feel like pooping when I sit down. In this case, I do not deny myself the pleasure of emptying my ass if such a coincidence takes place.
Jenny - As far as I remember, the last time I wiped my ass with bush leaves was when I was a child. I remember that it was not the best option for me because I got my fingers dirty. In addition, the leaves did not absorb poop. It seemed to me that I rubbed the dirt more than I got rid of it. Later, if I had nothing to dry myself with, I simply dressed and left without drying myself. So did some friends and even adult women whom I happened to observe during their toilet. As a child, I wore the simplest cotton panties. My mother had a variety of underwear, as did her sister. I noticed that when we worked in the field, under the clothes of women they wore not the most elegant underwear, but very often this underwear was white. I agree that thongs are more likely to get skid marks than regular panties. However, if you put on normal panties on a dirty ass without wiping, they will still get dirty. Thongs are convenient in that they do not need to be adjusted and pollution on them will be minimal, only in the area where they come into contact with the anus.
children poop size
Why is it that children produce such large bowl movements for thier size both boys and girls any thoughts.Nytecat
To Jocelyn: Pooping in my sleep.
You asked if anyone else has "experience" in the area of bedtime pooping. Guess what? I'm someone who can proudly answer yes to that question. As a new participant but long time follower of the Toiletstool I was thinking about making a future post on this. But your entry prompted me to go ahead and do it now. The way you're talking I'm assuming your aunt wasn't sick. Almost anyone can pass liquid or mushy poop in their sleep when they have a gastrointestinal virus. These accounts are nice to read but they're also very common. On the other hand, I find stories about "healthy" nocturnal pooping to be some of the most fascinating on this website. Why would we suddenly do something in our sleep that usually requires a conscious effort when we're awake? I can't explain it.
After I was potty trained, did I ever poop myself in my sleep on a nightly basis? I'm not sure. I wasn't middle school aged. I was 4 to 6 years old at the time and the memories are too fuzzy. I simply remember that I sometimes woke up with a log in my underwear. Other times I awakened needing to poop. I'd hop out of bed and race to the toilet but I didn't always make it. My other issue was bedwetting and I'm pretty sure that WAS a daily occurrence, at least early in that time frame. All of this made me feel like a baby but it was something I had to live with. Now I value those moments and memories. If I was growing up today, I would've been put to bed in diapers or pull ups and maybe wear briefs during the day. But I think the attitude at the time was once you graduated to regular underpants, you stayed in them 24/7. Changing into diapers for sleeping might confuse a small child and inhibit the development of good toilet habits. Or so my mom probably thought.
Once I outgrew that phase, it never happened again except for an odd one-time nocturnal poop in my 20s. I lived alone at the time and I was glad that nobody else knew about it. It was really strange. I wasn't sick, I didn't have alcohol the night before, and I don't think I ate anything unusual in the days leading up to it. Maybe my normal pooping schedule was off or delayed but I didn't take notice. All I know is when I woke up that morning, there was an odor and a sensation I hadn't experienced in a very long time. The poop was on the soft side but not mushy. It was neatly contained in the seat of my white briefs. I sleep on my stomach so I could easily crawl off the bed without squishing it. I waddled to the bathroom and admired the bulge in the mirror. Once I got over the initial shock, I liked it. But how did that turd get out without waking me up?! No idea. Back then I worked an evening shift so I had plenty of time to clean up and contemplate what just transpired. It baffled me and if it happened again I would've considered talking to a professional. But this turned out to be a one time affair.
Because it was rather fun and harmless, I sometimes secretly wish I would poop in my sleep again. I even have dreams about it happening again but I always wake up to empty underwear. On the other hand, I feel for those with a chronic nocturnal pooping problem. If it happens daily or almost daily, needless to say, then it becomes a real burden. When your aunt went through this overnight pooping spell, do you remember how long it lasted? In any event, I'm glad the problem cleared itself up.
The entire topic of nocturnal pooping is one of my personal forum favorites. I've discovered many delightful posts here on the subject and I'm always eager for more. Thanks for reading!M
Omg I think I may have taken the biggest poo I have ever had in my life. I'm at work and rally felt it coming on. I already had pooped at home before my shower. It was a hard one. A big log that made a loud plop. I get to work and felt another one coming. I went to the top floor and went into a bathroom that is much more private and sat down. It slid right out of me. It felt so good and satisfying and I had to see what came out of me. I looked at it and couldn't believe it. It was one huge poop that was literally over a foot long. I wiped three tines and had to flush several tines b3cause this left siid marks on the toilet. Who can remember the biggest poo they have very taken. I can remember Kristi and her story about taking a poop at the Cincinnati Airport. I think this poo I just took rivals that one! Enjoy your day everyone!
Emma two
Held in for a week
I held my poo for a week until this afternoon. I took some laxatives before I went to work this morning and by the time I finished my day I was busting to go. I thought about going to the toilet before I left work but I wasn't desperate or anything and I really wanted to wait until I was. I walked past the toilets and outside of the building wondering if I'd made the right decision not to go to the toilet when I had the chance but I like the relief of it when I'm about to poo myself. I got to the bus stop without a problem but as I was waiting for the bus to arrive I felt a cramp in my stomach and I realised maybe I should have gone to toilet after all because it takes about forty five minutes to get home on the bus and I still had to wait for it to arrive. Ten minutes later the bus turned up but it was out of service and the next bus was due in fifteen minutes time. I was getting quite desperate by now and I was beginning to wish I'd used the toilets before I left work as I probably wouldn't be home for at least an hour. I kept looking at the time on my phone and that fifteen minutes past so slowly it felt like the clock was running backwards. I was desperate for a poo and I knew there was a risk I might not be able to hold it until I got home. I clenched tightly and just about managed to avoid pooing my knickers as I waited for the bus and eventually it turned up ten minutes late. I carefully got on the bus and swiped my card and found a seat by the window. Once I was seated I found it easier to keep control of my bowels but my stomach hurt from holding it and I had to put up with it for three quarters of an hour. After about twenty minutes I was feeling so uncomfortable I thought maybe if I farted carefully, it might ease the pain but it was a risk and I was scared I might have an accident in my knickers which would be embarrassing if it happened on the bus. I held it in until I got to my stop and as I was stepping off the bus I accidentally let out a long and relieving fart. I nearly followed through but somehow I kept control and I started walking home from the bus stop keeping my bottom clenched tightly. Five minutes later the pain returned and I couldn't risk farting again because I felt sure I'd end up pooing myself in a big way. Got home and opened the mail door to the flats and walked across the hallway to my front door and open it up as I felt a cramp in my stomach and an overwhelming urge to push. I tried to hold it until I got into the bathroom but I think my bowels knew they were about to be relieved and I pushed out a huge fart I was surprised and glad it only a fart as I fully expected to be fully pooing my knickers. I got into the bathroom and pulled my knickers and jeans down before sitting on the toilet. I pushed and I felt my poo trying to come out but it was too big for me to pass so I pushed harder and I felt my bottom stretch around the tip of a hard lumpy poo. It hurt a bit but not as much as my stomach did. I pushed again and it started to move slowly. I felt every bump on its surface as the poo inched its way out of my bottom and after about ten minutes it broke off at around five inches. It splashed my bottom as it hit the water and I pushed again. It took another five minutes to get the next poo out and it hit the water with another splash just as my bottom had dried from the first one. I pushed again and this time it felt softer and my poo came out much more easily. It broke away at about a foot long without a splash and I kept pushing as more and more poo kept coming out. Filled the toilet with what felt like three pounds of poo and the relief of it was indescribable. There aren't any words to describe how good it felt to get all that poo out of my system. I flushed the toilet without wiping and half of it went down so I flushed it again and this time it mostly cleared but there was a lot of skid marks in the toilet. I wiped my bottom and flushed the toilet again and pulled up my knickers and jeans feeling so much better.
Jenny
Anna from Austria-I hope I have not ruined the pooping experience for you in pointing out the smell experience with the water immersion verses the tray, haha! At least you have more privacy and better toilet paper when you wipe in a public bathroom in Austria. Now you can back to wearing thongs and cute underwear back home! haha just joking. I guess its better to leave the bathroom smelly than have your butt smell on a date with a bad skidmark.
Thor-a snow ball wipe. I'm shivering just thinking about that! Do you remember if the snow ball wipe work? I would just pull up my pants. My cheeks really don't get as muddy when I squat compared to sitting down, but its been a minute since I have tested that.
To the lady who answered my questions: I have shared a restroom with many "pretty' women who many people don't expect to poop, but I have never shared a restroom with a pooping cheerleader.
Swidmark-I hear you. I'm pretty active so that's one reason for my chronic skid marks. I rarely poop over 5 minutes too, unless I am constipated or I am typing a post for this site.
On that theme….Sheena B- I have never ridden a horse, but I have never ridden a bike not gotten a worse than average skidmark. I can imagine my underwear really riding up underneath my jeans while riding a horse. I can imagine I may be swearing a bit too. Do skid marks happen to you or other equestrians that you know off after you ride, particular if you ride post poop?
Question of there day: Where are you from and what do you call a public bathroom. I have had a couple funny discussions in real life about why we call public bathrooms in the USA "restrooms.." Who thought that this was a place to rest?!?! I guess its a place to ..take a load off? I have seen the names washrooms and the blunt "toilet" in public bathrooms in other countries.
Skidmarked in Seattle ( but probably where ever I am in the world as well)
Kamdyn
Airport Crapping
Last week during spring break at my college I flew to the East Coast to visit my biological father. I had a 2-hour layover at the international airport. I had taken a laxative the night before and I had that creeping sensation in my gut that it was starting to work. So I walked to the bathroom which had a line in extending outside. Next I walked to an adjacent terminal. I took the last available of about 25 toilets, dropped my jeans and thong to the floor. This is something I do when I know I'm going to have a difficult crap. After 3 or 4 days of constipation due to a couple of wicked exams. Then I placed my butt on the seat that seemed a bit larger than the one I had used at Christmas.
To my left, I saw I piece of luggage tip over, the owner almost fell over when she lost her balance, I guess, while doing a foot flush. Bored, as usual in such a situation, I tried to hurry my gut activation a bit by re-positioning myself on the seat. When I'm fully comfortable, I get my best results. I watched the floor under the privacy panel. What surprised me was the two red sneakers pointed at me, and the tugging and pulling on the toilet paper roll. It became apparent to me that this was probably a child, doing her papering of the seat duty as she was taught by her mom. Then she turned, back to the toilet, and took her seat. Her feet were swinging about an inch off the floor.
I was filling with gas. As I've been doing in such situations for several years, I pull my knees in with my arms, lower my head and push with a strong jolt. My bowels explode and when they do, I get rid of that nauseating feeling. I sat for another 5 minutes or so while my gut calmed down. Then I stood and looked at my production. It was full and then some with dark poo. There were a few splashes on the back of the seat. Then I retook the seat to wipe myself. I looked to my right and uttered a moderately-restrained F-bomb. Where there had been 3 rolls of toilet paper, there were now none. Just the cores remained. From the adjacent stall, where the girl remained seated, I heard her ask me what was wrong. I explained. She said it was no problem she had 2 almost full rolls. She pulled it down and tore it off for about 30 seconds and then handed it to me under the panel. I went through it kind of fast because I felt so embarrassed. I could hear my mother saying that TP was the first thing to check for in a public place. Not only was I making that mistake at age 10 and 15, I'm now 21 and it is not getting any better.
Something mom constantly emphasized made sense on one hand; on the other it didn't. If I wipe off the seat before sitting, like that girl did, I would not be in such a situation. Mom would strongly remind me to line paper over the seat, but by the time I got into high school she had just given up.
Moms can know best, I guess.
To Avery:
Looking back, my best poops and pees have also been after school. There's nothing like me taking my time on the toilet after school with no worry about taking another tardy or being herded out by an administrator walking through and shouting at us like we are military recruits in boot camp.
To M:
I've never been worried about taking a poop with someone on one or both sides of me. Of course, when my poos are more restrained I feel better about it.
To Hank:
I can sympathize with you. From time to time, usually during the first week of classes each year, Mom would ask about my bowel movements. The shortest conversation we had was when I started middle school. That's when I learned to volunteer the information to her so she didn't have to probe me, especially if I had a friend in the car coming home with me. Sometimes I would cut her off when she started to ask the question. "Yes, 4th hour, and all is fine."
To DorK:
It depends on where I am and the circumstances. Yesterday, I was driving over to my boyfreind's apartment and I had to stop for gas. I did a full pee and dropped one piece of crap in the same sit. Pretty good for me!
Mina Kazumi Maho Hisae
shopping mall
First, Olivia welcome to this site! And other new people too. Olivia, we are happy Avery introduced you! And we are happy that you love to empty your beautiful bottom. Just same with us. To all new people: this site is a full of nice people, they all have warm heart. Please enjoy many happy times with us!! We are all different age, many different nationality, some female some male, lots difference, but we all have need to empty bottom and yoni or lingam every day, so we have common interest!
We four felt very warm feeling about Avery and Olivia and Lauren feeling heavy bottom at same time after a lunch, so you went to loo together and stayed long time and did motions interminable. We can understand your feeling very well, because we four have same experience. So when Mina translate Avery's post, three others said Uuuuuu and Aaaaaaa many times. And we thought, a girl next to Lauren, who was constipate, she left huge mountain of her turds in loo. Kazu said, when you three started to do, and her bottom heard crackle and plop many times, her bottom received message, and she could do and do and do and finish her motion with good feeling. So you did kind thing to her, we think.
Perhaps bottom can communicate with other bottom even human being don't notice this communication. We want to think so.
Because we felt warm feeling after read Avery's story, we decided, this morning (it is public holiday in Japan, first day of spring) we don't do motion at home, but we go to shopping mall and do there side by side like Avery and Olivia and Lauren. We are early bird so we arrive at shopping mall just after it opened, so women's toilet room empty and loos were clean. We found four cubicles side by side and some more opposite and one cubicle opposite already occupy and there was smell so we know what was happened.
So we sat down, Mina next to wall in corner cubicle, then Kazu, then Maho and then Hisae. We did wee first, then we breathe relax breath and start important business.
Of course we stayed long time. Five or six minutes of many crackle and fart and plops. So many plops, we can't count!! Actually Maho can count, because she does her motion slowly, but she didn't count. Then we all flushed about same time, because our loos very full. Portia, you asked about courtesy flush. Mina also didn't know before. Now we know. If we flush when business is half way, and then do more motions, it is courtesy flush. Because smell goes away.
After we flush, we sit down again and continue to do, because our bottoms still full very much. Many more farts and crackles and plops and smells. We are all feeling warm feeling because we are doing buddy dump with people we love from inside of our heart.
Some other women and girls came in to do wee, only wee maybe, but we notice that the smell in the room when we enter was still there, so Kazu, she was in cubicle opposite of occupy cubicle, she look through crack in her door, and that cubicle still occupy. So woman or girl in that cubicle still doing. Actually, immediately after our courtesy flush, she also did courtesy flush. Then sat down again, like us. She was doing huge motion for a relief, just like we doing. We wondered, last time we did motions in shopping mall, one teenage girl was interested in our motion very much. Was it same girl?? In Japan we can't see neighbour in loo, even feet we can't see.
About 13 minutes after we enter loo, we all start to use washlet. We washed and dried ourselves, then flushed again (Maho flushed twice) and went out of loo.
While we washing hands, we heard flush noise from cubicle opposite from Kazu's cubicle. Three times. Then door opened. It wasn't same girl. It was a little girl, perhaps she was 8 years of age. She came to wash her hands. We look at her, we couldn't help to do. Then she smiled to us. She didn't seem that she was embarrass. Very cute girl with lovely curly black hair, and super cute little bottom! When we went out of loo, we saw her with her mother. Mother gave nice smile to her, even she was in loo nearly 20 minutes and Mother waiting. Mother was very kind, we thought. Never got angry. Very different with Kazu's mother.
We did our shopping and went home with very warm feeling. After come home and put food away, we went to tatami room in green flat for a while for some communication. Because our hearts burning.
Avery you are right, our body is a wonderful. Change meat and fish and vegetable into blood and good things for body and not so good things which body will send to bottom so that we can go to loo and empty our bottom. Clever clever body!! We all four are not ashamed our bottom. We are proud. We thank to the God, he (she) gave us so wonderful body and bottom!!
We hope everyone is good health. Mina has problem of chest now. And sometimes headache, but when she does big motion, headache always go away.
Love to everyone.
Hisae Maho Kazumi Mina
Skidmarked from Columbia
do you guys do this too? blog and poll
Do you go to the gym, and you gotta liquid poop? it's green or yellow or even BLUE!!! and this is the 15th time this month?! Well you're not alone in this endeavor... turns out I do and a lot of people I know had this occurance. You see it's because of energy drinks and energy shot blends. They stimulate your entire body and even causing a bit extra pee.
Anyways I had an epiphany I remember not to long ago a late teenage woman with her friends was using the restrooms and her friend or someone used the women's... and she just went in the men's. We laughed... I stayed out of it because you know I don't know her. 1 person bathrooms ARE REALLY UNISEX!!!
Poll
Does your job or career affect your bathroom habits?
Is it just me or do you like to use the handicapped stall?
Do you believe 1 person bathrooms are really unisex too?
At the gym do you change in the toilet stall? just in case taking your clothes off might trigger you to get desperate to go potty?
When going home does the feeling of putting the key in the door trigger you to need to potty even MORE?!
If so... meaning you get more desperate after putting the key in the door... do you ever have to change your underwear?
What's the biggest trigger you know to cause you to get desperate for the potty?
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Gassy
I will never be able to get away with a sneaky poop in a public toilet because I cannot for the life of me do my business and not blow up the toilet with huge farts. I don't know if it's just me but like the first 5 minutes of every dump is spent emptying myself of gas and only then does the actual pooping start.
I am a naturally very gassy person and holding in my farts at work usually leads to major stomach aches. Farting silently is also not a strength of mine though... It's highly annoying.
Well that's my rant for the day I guess haha.Camping toilet
Plumbing renovation
Last week we had plumbing home for entire day and off course we only have one toilet in the house. He came home around 8:00 am he then shut the water down around 9:30 so we when for morning pee before he shut water.He had to change the place of the toilet cause we extended the washrooms he push the toilet 17"from the existing area and reinstall the plumbing for the new area for sink and washin machine.after a few hours my wife told me that she needs the toilet soon so we set up a pail in the bedroom with about 5" of water in the bottom.She sit on the pail a pee for 2 minutes and wipe,i then sit on it and pee for 45 sec put the lid on and tossed in the corner.around 11:30 we made lunch and eat and around 12:30 the plumbers said he do for is lunch.My wife look at me with a smile and said that she got a urgent need for a crap so we when back to the bedroom open the window and she sat on the pail en erupted with what sounds like mushy shit after a few minutes she ask me to hand her the toilet paper roll. She wipe 3 time and said do you need to take ur morning coffee dump now? I said yes and i took her place on the pot and did 1 long log about 15" long and 3 medium size pieces i was done after a few minutes i wipe and close the lid we spray perfume in the room she looks at me and said it was her first time she took a buddy dump outside the washrooms.we could see true the clear pail our production. Plumber came back around 1:30 and at 4 he was done by that time we hade another buddy dump in the bedroom and when he left i empty the pail in the toilet and surprise it flush i then rinse a few times the pail and wash it for another time. Plumbing cost 💲 for 7h 1162$ that was a good experience for me and my wife we probably try it again another time or take buddy dump in our new bathroom now it is biggerDonK
A Question for the Ladies
When men enter the toilet [public or home bathroom] a decision has to be made whether to use a urinal or wc, and even at home where there is just a wc whether to stand in front of it or sit down on it. In other words, the man needs to know beforehand if a bowel movement is required or not.
My question for the ladies is this, 'Do you make the decision beforehand or do you just try for a bowel movement whilst urinating?' Do you make a special trip to the toilet to poop or wait until you need a pee anyway?ToiletKid
Potty break on the cafe
I was sitting at a table in a cafe. I ate my order, but after a while I felt that I want to go to the toilet, but don't really. But I need pooping. So I got up from the table and went to the toilet. It looks like there was only one toilet, and there was a queue for it. Three people were waiting. When they saw me, they parted, but I said:
- I want to but don't strong, I'll wait my turn.
Just then a visitor came out of the toilet, and the queue began to move. All three of them finished quickly, so I think they did a pee. Unlike me. I went in and locked the door. The toilet was small, snow-white. Nicely. I lifted up the toilet seat lid. Then l pulled down my pants and underpants, and sat down on the toilet. I relaxed, and with a fart quickly defecated four large poop. I wiped my ass, spent two pieces of toilet paper, flushed in the toilet, and washing my hand. After this, I leaved toilet.
Avery
Poop at school after breakfast
When I woke up this morning, I went into the bathroom, pulled down my sweatpants and panties, and peed a nice long stream. Having not peed for about 10 hours, my bladder was full of yellow pee. I peed for 45 seconds, then in a change of habits leaned forward and tried to poop. I had a really big dinner last night so I thought it might be worthwhile to try to poop. I farted but felt empty, so I pulled up my pants, flushed my pee, and washed my hands. I went about my normal morning routine, putting on a pair of black leggings and a purple tshirt, and eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Then I went to school.
On the way there, my stomach felt fine, but I could feel pressure growing in my bowels. I tried farting, and let out one quiet not-to-smelly fart, but the cereal had gotten my bowels moving, and I knew I'd have to poop.
When I got to school, I said hi to my friends, then checked the time: I had 10 minutes. Plenty of time to empty my bowels. I excused myself from the conversation and went into the girls bathroom. It was quite busy, with some girls getting out their morning pees while others pooped before class started. I took a free stall, shut the door, pulled down my leggings and underwear, and sat on the toilet. I was hoping this would be a normal stomach emptier and not a giant turd, but regardless I had 10 minutes to get it out of me. As my two neighbors finished peeing and started pooping, I joined in and leaned forward, then started to push. I farted, then a log started coming out. It felt normal sized, and didn't require too much pushing. After 10 seconds, it plopped into the toilet. I felt like I had a bit more poop in me, so I pushed again and started pooping out a second log. This one felt smaller, and fell out of me after 6 seconds of pushing. I didn't really need to pee, since I had gone about 50 minutes earlier, but I was already getting out my potty so why not try. I tried peeing, and sure enough there was some stuff in my bladder. I peed for about 12 seconds, then wiped my bottom and crotch. My poop wasn't to messy, so I only needed to wipe twice, then once on my crotch.
I stood up, pulled up my underwear and leggings, then took a look at my potty. I made one 12 inch long 1.5 inch wide turd, and another 8 inch long 1.5 inch wide turd, with some light yellow pee. I flushed the toilet, and everything got sucked away into the sewers. Empty and relieved, I left the stall, washed my hands, and went back to my friends, having been gone for only 5 minutes.
I didn't poop after lunch, there wasn't enough in me. I peed after lunch, and did try, but I was empty from earlier. I think after dinner I might need another poop to make some space for all the new food though, I can kind of feel a poop forming in my intestines right now. Anyway, bye for now!
M
Pooping in public bathrooms
Hi everybody. I'm sitting on the toilet at home now reading posts while taking my second poo of the day. I didn't poo yesterday and judging by both poos I've taken this morning certainly shows that. My goodness I'm really dropping a load and it stinks in here.
I wondered how everyone here who takes a poo in a public bathroom feels when someone sits in the stall next to you when other stalls are available. Once I took a poo at our local mall and it has two bathrooms. The original one has 4 stalls in it and this new one has about 8 stalls. One time I went to that new one and there was nobody using the stalls but a couple people using the urinals. While I was sitting in there a guy came in and sat in the stall right next to me. I just kind of wondered why someone does that when all these stalls are available. What would make someone to sit in the very next stall. It's not something I would do because I can understand why bit would make someone uncomfortable. Anybody do that and why? What reasons can you come up with? As far as I how feel about it when someone sits next to me, I really don't mind it at all. I'm totally OK with it. I like hearing the sounds so the closer someone sits to me, the better. I've heard some wild sounds over the years! Have a good day everyone. I have to wipe my butt now. That's going to be a chore! Might have to spray some air freshener! Lol
Sheena B
Saint Patricks Day enormous dump
Hello everyone! I am enjoying everybody's stories here. On friday Saint Patrick's Day Minday came over my house after school and stayed for dinner. She is my very close friend. After we finished our Saint Patricks day meal of Corned beef, cabbage, potatoes and vegetables I had to take a monster shit and told Mindy so. Since she loves to watch me squeeze out my giant logs and even loves the powerful smell, they give off too.
I like to have my logs in various positions sometimes. So when Mindy and I got inside my bathroom. I sat on the bowl and raised my bare butt up and had my knees up to my chin. I wanted to push my log out facing my bathroom shower mirror door and watch it fall to the newspaper floor that Mindy laid out for me. Mindy took her place sitting on the floor next to me on the floor of the toilet as I began to push out my huge, teenage bowel movement.
"Oooooh!" I moaned in pure pleasure as my log grew bigger and bigger and anuse expanded wider. Most of my logs are huge,solid and long and do not break off when I am pushing them out and this log was no different. It was an absolute missile! "Ooooh!: I moaned again as I had a colossal sized torpedo sticking out of my butt.
I then rested from pushing a bit because this log was such a monster to push out. But when I did my whole body spasmed mightily as I exploded my mammoth beast out of my pulsating hole onto the newspaper covered floor. Mindy and I then looked at my 16 inch long which was very thick. Mindy then mentioned if there was a state fair prize of pushing out the biggest logs. I would probably win as we both laughed. Mindy as before took my paper with my log on it and slid my log into the bowl as I wiped my ass and flushed it all down the toilet.
It was still light outside so Mindy and I took our horses out and rode them down the countryside before Mindy went home again. Hoped you enjoyed my story.
Annie
Had a big poop right after coffee shortly after breakfast
Hi all. I got up this morning around 8:30, went to the washroom etc and went upstairs for a ???? homemade breakfast (a noodle dish with soup, ????, beef, an egg etc and sips of warm water and coffee). After breakfast I went downstairs, heated up the water and drank that and my coffee slowly while surfing the net. Before long I got a major urge to poop so I went to the washroom, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat. Gave a gentle push and absolutely started filling the toilet. There was so much coming out that I flushed halfway while still going to prevent clogging (though it felt thick and soft). After I got the beast out I lifted myself slightly off the toilet and looked. The toilet was filled! I took not too much toilet paper and wiped well, standing up. Damn! Quite a big, thick log was in the toilet, about 2 feet long (no exaggeration). Tossed in the toilet paper and flushed the beast down. Pulled up my pants and underwear and washed my hands. Hopefully later I can poop everything else out.
Happy pooping!
Annie
Swidmark
In truth, being that it's 2023, I've been reading this site for almost 25 years...since page 50 or so...but I've never posted. Having said that, the name I've chosen (swidmark) describes a lot of the conditions that Jenny skid and others described. For some people, they go...swipe..sweep and fresh and clean. Wash hands and done. But for others, it's not that simple. And it's a lot of athletes or athletic people..
We go. We wiped. We are clean. We dress. Well we shower then dress...at the end of the day...still skidded.
Enter sweat...and my name swidmark. I purposely have no more than three pairs of underwear that is light because of swidmarks. It's not an official skid because it's a blend of sweat and "residue" of a past thing that shows up. Nobody talks about this but today I'm breaking the glass.
I'm a 9-11 minute sitter if I need to go...like go for real...
So my question for all is this...how long does it take to fully drop a drop? What is a complete drop...and sweat plus skidding...can we actually wipe cleanly..even with a bidet?
Hank
Have you ever needed to have a Number 2 Here?
For the latter half of the Covid crisis, I was homebound, not because of Covid but for a back injury and subsequent surgery. Shopping for groceries online and having them delivered became a way of life. But by mid-summer, I was tired of wrong choices, bad produce and out of stock. Must go to my favorite grocery supermarket. I picked a nice sunny not too hot or humid late morning. The only negative was not having a good BM, which should have happened by that time of morning and suddenly remembered, I didn't have one anytime the day before. I don't know how others feel going into constipation, but I feel like I need to find a toilet and sit on it for a while even though nothing happens. So, I did just that. Went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet. Nothing was happening spontaneously, so I gave some pushes. Nothing except two ghastly farts and a piss. Yes, I was sitting for that piss. Now, continue as planned. Got in the car and got the task at hand underway. About ten minutes into the trip, stopped at a red traffic signal that find a toilet feeling came back with a vengeance. Rolled up on one ass cheek and with no effort, released a long muffled fart into the driver's seat. Seemed to end the crisis, but things were definitely getting pushed along. Too far into this to go home.
Got to the supermarket parking lot. On the walk into the store, gut gurgle was intense¸ but not an urgent situation, yet. Better safe than sorry, I asked the frontend manager where the rest rooms were. She pointed and said go through the double doors just past the butcher department. Followed the instructions to the double doors and surprise, there was a sign hanging from the ceiling I never noticed before. Went through the doors and there they were, two gray steel doors marked men and women. Entered the men's to find a very utilitarian space about 8' by 10'; concrete floor, gray painted cinderblock walls, urinal, sink with side mount towel dispenser and home bathroom style toilet and tank, double roll toilet paper holder. All looked relatively clean, but the aroma told me a previous occupant had just used it to have a bowel movement. Ah, no vent fans.
I locked the door, walked over to the toilet, lifted the seat lid and found the previous user's rather large movement still in the toilet. With the skids around the bowl, he probably flushed, but not all went down the drain. Gave it a flush and it was gone. I think I may have seen the "culprit". When I passed the meat department, a guy was entering the work area wringing his hands on a towel, putting his thermal hoodie and apron back on. The door he came through was right next to the men's toilet.
I turned my backside to the toilet, took a few seconds to relax. Immediately, I heard a slow hissing fart and crackle coming from the seat of my shorts. Too much relax, I was starting to go to the toilet. Unbuckled fast, pushing the shorts and briefs to my ankle. That turd dropped into the toilet with a good plop as I sat on the toilet seat. Looked in my briefs, didn't see any damage. Close call, now relax.
It didn't take long, another turd started a slow stretch of my anus, getting the feel right to that point between pleasure and pain. Nearly a full minute to drop, but no plop. I looked between my legs and saw the turd had propped up against the back side of the toilet. Between the fart in my shorts and movement, the room aroma was getting ripe. Being in a public space, I couldn't drag this out no matter how good it felt. "Cheated" a bit, giving a gentle push which immediately started a movement with a long bassy fart as it opened my anus. I'm sure if anyone were just outside the door, they would have heard it.
I'm sure I wasn't done, but I'd been sitting on the toilet for at least ten minutes. If I had been at home this would have at least a twenty-minute go. I don't usually stand to wipe but did this time to look at what I put in the toilet. Two dark brown, knobby, thick, at least eight inchers and the smaller two incher that nearly got into my briefs. The wipe was very dry, little residue. Flushed and all went away. A skid later, maybe?
I don't have hard movements often, but when I do, REALLY enjoy the stretch and feeling the texture of each movement passing through my anus.
Regarding an earlier post, my mother's asking the daily state of my bowel movement, I learned real fast the answer had to be "Yes," or the red enema bag would appear. Any time I was sick enough to miss school, that bag also appeared. She thought a good enema cured everything. Probably drove me at an early age to a fascination with when, where and how others handled this perfectly natural need most every day.Annie
Absolutely massive but soft poop
Hi all. Just got back from the washroom. Stomach felt full and ready for a good poop so I got up, put on my flip flops outside my room and walked to the washroom next to my room. Stomach felt full and ready for a good crap. Walked to the toilet, pulled down my black pants and underwear and sat. Gave a gentle push and absolutely filled the toilet with a fairly big soft load. Took about 30 seconds to a minute to finish. WOW! What a shit! Reached over for the last of the TP, wiped well, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and tossed in the toilet paper. WOW. It took up a lot of the toilet! Flushed, washed my hands and that's that. Damn. Wasn't everything (there's still more but will probably go for the last time (poop) tonight. Holy crap. My body is finally getting rid of everything. Yay!
Happy pooping!
AnnieJenny
I am on the toilet right now but I'm typing an email to myself to post later, but I am trying to write in real time..
When I arrived in my driveway I struggled to unbuckle my seatbelt. As I stood up my sphincter/butt cheeks spasmed to I bent over a few seconds in pain. No poop came out but I had so much pain below the belt to move. I was worried if a neighbor saw me they would think I was in real trouble. I kind of hobbled to the front door and left all my stuff in the car, after slamming the door. Hand on my butt and torso bend over about 15 degree. Then I realized I left my keys in the car! I hobbled back hand on my but with a little fart to release some pressure. Oh my stomach and butt were really hurting and I considered either pooping in my pants or next to my car if no one was around. I went back the car and kind of panicked looking for my keys before I found them still in the engine
I speed walked with my hand on my butt and and stumbled with the key. I had the right key, but everything is just is hard. I got the door opened , and I left the door opened and started to undo my pants. I got to the door of the bathroom and left the door open. I tried to pull down my pants but I forget my belt. I stumbled with my belt as well and I felt a little prairie dog a hit as I pulled my panties down to my ankles. I dropped one , two turds within a few seconds ..
Now I am in real time. My first two turds did not even splash as they were so big, it really was one long turd that broke. Here comes the third poop… no splash and it stinks. I just moaned really loud and now I'm blushing as my front door is open with the keys and so is my bathroom room door, which the toilet is too far from me to close without getting up. I thought about getting up but my butt just released another Turd. This one get soooooo good I don't even care anymore. If some someone sees me the joke is on them as it smells so bad. Turd number 5 just dropped this time with a splash/plop. I feel like I have at least two more before I sigh and take a breath. I take a peak and decide I need to flush before I drop any more bombs, let alone wipe. This feels like a 10 wiper bit I do have some wet wipes handy. My last two turds drop with a crackle and I moan like I am in an adult film.I peek at my panties at my ankles and they are surprisingly clean since they are light blue and have been riding up my whole ride home . Now I'll peeing a little bit… oh.. here come some more turd and it's a little soft. I am super messy now. I would take a shower if my bathroom and front door were not open. I wiped three times with my soft toilet paper. I give myself one wipe with the wet wipe. Oh that feels good. I try to limited my wet wipes to one to minimize risk of clogging. So I flush and wipe once more . The paper still has a little brown but a shower and under pants change is coming . So I pull up my panties and pants. I leave the belt unbuckled and wash my hands. I look on the mirror and I see some beads of sweat …..
Thanks all for reading
-relived in Seattle
Jenny
Giant poop epilogue
This is part three , please read my last two posts from oldest to newest to read in order.
I ended up binge watching the Mandolarian ( I love Marvel and Star Wars). But fell asleep after a couple episodes ( already saw them? But I want to rewatch seasons 1 and 2 before starting the third. Got up at midnight so we just went to sleep. Realized in the morning and got a massive skid mark on my pink panties. I was less concerned about the skid and more about my itchy crack in the morning. I was going to work out and I didn't want to shower twice so I switched to a black g string ( better a little cotton string then a bunch of cloth riding up with my sweaty buns) . Forgot about the itch with a good work out and hopefully didn't not scratch unconsciously. I put a lot of liquids soap up my crack in the shower and felt good as new the rest of the day
Carin- how was the "95%" wiping job? I feel like on a good day I'm 80-90% at work , 95% at home and like 70% when I run or I'm at the gym. I laughter so hard at your "ferocious" comment. I'm going to think about that word when I pee and when I …
Andy- more power to you! Honestly I found this site as no body talks about female skid marks. I think guys it's common and understood they they get skid marks…but great for you anyway ! It happens. I'm pretty sure I have a skid mark in my thong right now and my husband is staring at my ass as I type standing in my kitchen.
-skidmarked in Seattle
Thor
To Jenny: I have wiped with leaves only once, but a couple of times I have wiped with grass. (Scouts' hikes.) Once at a car trip I have wiped with pages from a newspaper and when skiing I have wiped with snowballs!
To Nils: Good reminder of Deuteronomy 23:12-14! I once went for a pilgrims' hike where we mostly had to go to toilet outdoor. In the information sheet we received before the event this was written (here translated into English): "We will partly be walking in very remote areas, without any facilities. Toilets will only be available at the hostels where we stay during the night. Remember to bring a small supply of toilet paper in the backpack. It may turn out to be useful, cfr. Deuteronomy 23:12-14." And it was a good advice. I went to poop in the bushes almost every day, as also did many of the others, I think.
We were walking in pairs which were changed every fourth day. I was put into a pair together with an old woman, a retired teacher. We had many good conversations along the path. Obviously her toilet habits were very regular. Every morning at about 10am she excused herself by typically saying like: "Sorry, I have to retreat for a few minutes" or "Please excuse me. I need to be a bit alone" or something like this. I continued slowly while she went off the path to hide in the bushes. When se catched up with me again nothing more was said. She was the only one whom I heard being explicit about it, but very often I could see others walking away when we had breaks. I occasionally also spotted someone squatting out there.
To Wayne: I have quite similar experiences from China. Once at a long distance bus trip we stopped at a place with a typical trench toilet with some cubicles above, no doors, just low walls separating the positions. Below the walls one could see what the "neighbours" did! I still remember the despaired expression in the face of a decent English mature woman, squatting over the trench with shorts just below her bum when I passed by on my way out of the neighbouring cubicle. At that time I had become so used to such toilets myself that I did not bother even when knowing that she had been able to spot my "cable" falling into the trench.
During my stay in China I was living for some weeks with a family in the country side. The husband was working in a town and he stayed away from home during the weeks. They had a small farm, which in practice was run by the wife, her two girls when they were not at school and the old mother of the husband. They had no real toilet, but just a trench who they had dug behind the small barn. When working in the fields they went to toilet out there, but when at home they peed and pooped in the trench. Once or twice a week, the grandmother dug the human waste out of the trench and mixed it with soil in a bucket and used it as a fertilizer! If the trench was "occupied" when you came, you just smiled and waited and went over there again when the other person had finished. Everyone saw what the others had done. One day I had some diarrhea. Then the old grandmother had noticed and she was a bit concerned and asked if I felt bad in my stomach and gave me some tea that should help!
No one seemed to care if we saw each other squatting, which in fact quite often happened. I tried to get an idea of how they in general regarded nudity. My impression was that they tried to avoid nudity but that a naked bottom was not regarded as nudity. When mentioning this question for the grandmother she just smiled and said like "invitable" and "everybody must, very normal, so why?"
I wonder if this has something to do with culture or possibly also some type of generation phenomenon. For example my own grandparents seems to be much more relaxed about going to toilet that younger people. They live in the remote country side, 10 hrs to drive from us. When younger I spent much time with them, especially my grandmother, on car trips, picking berries, hiking etc. I early noticed that she always brought a roll of toilet paper in the car. On long distance drives I remember that we often stopped somewhere out in the woods because she had to go to toilet. She then took the paper roll and went behind a bush or a stone. At first I thought she was just peeing, but after a while I understood that she also often was pooping. Not only she did, also my grandfather. And also some of her friends.
Anna from Austria
@Jenny You have a point. Although I needed some time to get used to my loud plops I would say that just plopping and farting is more pleasant than pooping on a tray toilet which is silent but way more smelly.I am not going to mind the plops during my next stay in the states that is for sure.
And yes brought some special panties with me. I took only some of my normal panties and no thongs.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Nils
Writing with someone while pooping
I got a message on ????:
"Hello hello I'm constipated"
When I looked on the ???? it was actually a 15 year old Latina, a girl named ???? I was pretty shocked.
When I wasked her when she last went, she said four days ago and that she already tried at school, with no avail.
At one point she wrote:
"Ok And Im Trying Right Now!"
She seemed to push for half an hour - we were chatting a bit - until she wrote:
"Wait! I Feel Something When Typing!!! ITS..."
it was an unusual case, but well, I'd accept it! Four minutes later she wrote:
"Oof..Nils! It's Out! But When I Was Pushing So too Hard! My Face Turned Pale Red! But Yeah And My Phone Dropped! Then I Pooped 6 Times And it Was Really Huge Ong!"
She told me all were huge. Wow! I'd never put together six turds of that height :) I can imagine how reliefed she is!
Annie
Big poop after big breakfast and coffee
Hi everyone. Got up this morning around 8:30 AM, went to the washroom to pee then went upstairs for breakfast. Had curly noodles with beef and vegetables, a jar of warm water and a jar of coffee (black). My longtime friend (current caregiver) told me I can have 2 small (500 mL) jars of coffee this morning. I finished one jar of water and one jar of coffee during breakfast and refilled both after. Went downstairs and continued to drink both while watching YouTube videos (am on Disability for a brain tumour and seizures so I don't work). A few minutes ago I felt a pretty major urge to poop so went to the washroom. Closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled down my black pants and underwear and sat. Gave a gentle push and filled the toilet pretty well. Was done within about a minute. Reached over for some TP (not too much), stood up and looked. There were about 2 biggish poops in the toilet, semi-solid. Flushed and wiped as well as possible. Tossed the TP in, flushed again, pulled up my pants and underwear and washed my hands. Wasn't everything in my body yet but it was a lot. That was a good shit.
Happy pooping!
AnnieNils
Just a couple centuries ago...
...no society in the world had a shame about defecation. C'mon. Everyone remembers those Roman toilets. No walls. Martin Luther openly wrote about his constipation. It was just everyday's business - in a literal sense. Animals have no shame either, so why do we now?Nils
Wednesday shit
It first felt soft, but turned out to be solid. Two 1.2 inch wide logs with a length of five to six inches.
Tlana
The public toilet & pooping fallacy
I'm now a full-time school teacher, but I still do child care on the side because I need to pay down my college loans for my Master's. And I've done very well financially with child care which I started doing while I was still in middle school.
There are generational differences in child care and what's expected. Love my grandma, but she has always been critical of me when we're out together and I have to crap. There's nothing wrong with peeing in a public place, by when she hears the plops and splashes coming out of me on the toilet next to hers, I still get the same inane:
Why didn't you move your bowels 10 minutes ago before we left your apartment?
Or worse yet a couple of times when I was late to the pick-up point at my middle school, she would call me and ask where I was. A couple of times without thinking I told her I was on the toilet taking a crap. She was just dumbfounded as to why I didn't wait until she got me home.
Grams preaches that she has never sat skin-on a public toilet seat. She lifts the seat and hovers over it. She insisted that I tried it at a highway rest stop when I was about 10. Bad idea: I was just 4' and I wasn't tall enough. Then came the next negative: she went all four years through high school back in the '60s without ever using one of the bathrooms! OK, but how does that relate to me? Me and my friends Shelbi, Teresa and Dionne enjoyed our toilet summit each morning of our sophomore year in Bathroom 200.
Finally, grandma would visit and stay with us each year for about a week to help mom get caught up with the housework. Frequently, I would forget to keep my soiled panties out of the hamper. So my reward was another "You've got to wipe yourself better!" lecture. And my answer was the same: I'm not going to risk getting a tardy to class and a 45 minute detention argument.
At that point I guess I've just accepted that I can't plan ahead about my body's needs that well. When I've got to go, I sit and relieve myself. What earlier generations did and worried about don't concern me that much.
Jenny
Hi there. I had a long day at work today. I usually don't text on the road, let alone post on this site, but I'm not going anywhere. I have been in Seattle traffic for 45 minutes, and now I'm at a draw bridge. I have no st. Patrick's day plans except to get home and have a big poop! I have had to poop for the last 30 minutes. I think it's going to feel so good when i get home but now I am really frustrated. I'm not in danger of pooping my pants or prairie dogging yet, but of my pants were down now, I think I would be dropping about 3 turds in less than 20 seconds. Just farted , obviously it's the stinky I have to poop fart . It helped to release some pressure. I'm really steering into the skid posting as many times if I have to go to the bathroom I try to distract myself, but by focusing the feeling and posting, I am feeling slightly better . Looks like the bridge is going down, but my GPS says I'm at least 15 minutes from home…
To be continued …
Skidmarked in Seattle , but hopefully not Shitted in Pants in SeAttle ..