Doctor Harper
About large poops in children
Hello. First poster here. My name is Harper, i am 15, going on 16, focusing on becoming a doctor. My main interests are bowel bodily functions, and vice versa.
Someone on here asked about the large bowel movements kid can produce.
In my freetime i study outside of school as well, and i think some kids
intestines are shorter than grown peoples are, when people grow scale. Which means that poop can be a larger amount pr meal per stool produced.
The lower part of the intestine has two sphincters. When the stool reaches the first inner sphincter, it opens, and then you feel an urge to defecate. You can usually feel here whether it is thin stool, solid stool or air at the bottom of the intestine.
If you do not have the opportunity to go to the toilet, you squeeze the second, outermost sphincter, and then the faeces are pushed back up into the intestine, and both sphincters close together. If you instead sit on the toilet when the urge to defecate occurs, you can relax the external sphincter and the pelvic floor, press a little with the abdominal muscles, and thus empty the lower part of the intestine into the toilet.
If people poop their pants, it might be a larger amount of poop because the amount produced since last stool is different.
Hope this gave a little closure.
David P
Replies & Update
First a couple comments.
To Child poo poster: Interesting question this seems to have sparked some interest. I am not that sure on the reason, I have always wondered so myself. I would say that may be because children still eat three meals a day and probably many snacks the same as adults. Children's intestines are smaller than adults that is true but the volume and size of their turds are the same probably due to the food they eat.
To Jocelyn: Yeah IBS sucks, I went to the doctor recently and he said I do have IBS. It wasn't that nice having a finger poked up my bumhole but hey ho. When you say you are the opposite do you mean you are more prone to constipation?
Now an update. Oh my! my poos are really quite bad this week. My IBS has really played up. I have been for a poo as soon as I wake up and have to push out a load of mushy turds that coil up like a cow pat in the toilet. Then I have to spend at least 15 minutes on the toilet pushing and straining as even though the poos are soft and mushy they are so very hard to push out. And the smell, I can't describe it is totally awful. I have to keep going back about 4 times a day over the last 4 days. I keep getting these very tiny pencil mushy poos each time I go. My bumhole feels like it is on fire and burnt and when I fart they burn and hurt. I HATE IBS! I have read about this medication online that is supposed to slow your colon down and have less bowel movements, I may want to try this.
I would trade anyone who is constipated over this. I miss when I was constipated and had a big turd that needed to be birthed and got stuck. Abbie if you are reading this, I would happily trade your constipation for this, would you?
David P
Kristi
John H.
Steve was able to go and felt much better.
He has posted a few times on here when we've both been in the bathroom. He likes reading the forum and maybe I can get him to post more.
My best friend Emily has tried to post on here a few times but it's never made it onto the page. She told me what she posted and I can't see how it would violate any guidelines.
Emily and I have pooped in front of each other probably a hundred times. Or more. It's a girl friend bonding thing.
I'll have her try to post today.
I've just peed this morning. Don't feel the need to poop yet but I'm sure that will be happening soon.
I took a nice, relaxing dump last night after dinner. It was a pretty thick brown log that took no effort. It just slid out of me. Minimal wiping required.
If I don't feel the need before I leave for work, then I'm sure I'll be pooping at work. I might post from there.
Love,
Kristi
Kristi
Question, Story from girls night out, and some responses
Hi everyone. Kristi here.
I'm not on the toilet right now. I pooped after lunch but it was really quick. Didn't leave any time to post.
I have a story and a few replies, but I have a question for everyone:
Do you ever eat on the toilet?
I have to confess that I do. It's rare, but I do. The other day I had a breakfast sandwich in my purse at work. I hadn't pooped that morning so I needed to go. And while my butt is dropping a log, I decide to munch on my sandwich.
After the first log I felt the need to keep pooping. So I kept eating while I pushed the rest out. I wasn't going to wipe my butt and then touch the sandwich, so I just finished my breakfast as I sat there above my poop.
Lovely, I know.
Jennifer: Great story about your buddy dump. What's funny is that my best friend is also named Emily (she's been trying to post on her). She and I have shared more buddy dumps than I could count.
I've never actually sat on the toilet at the same time as her or anyone else though. That's a little more than I'd be comfortable with. I'd be worried that one of us would poop on the other person. But it sounded like you two had fun!
Anna from Astoria: "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."
Those are my favorites. I don't mind sitting on the toilet for awhile. Many of my posts have been made while I'm on the toilet. But most of my craps consist of one or two long, big logs followed by smaller pieces. The smaller stuff I usually have to push a little to get out. But I love it when the logs just slide their way out.
Okay, my story from this past weekend:
I went to a restaurant with 4 other ladies. It was your typical girls night out.
We all had a good dinner. I finished my meal as a couple other girls were finishing theirs.
Then my friend Amber stands up and says she's going to the restroom. I decided to accompany her. I had to piss and figured she did too. When we got into the restroom, we sat in adjacent stalls. She and I both started peeing. Hers trickled off after maybe 15 seconds. I kept peeing for another 10 seconds or so.
I go to wipe when Amber announces, "I need to make room for dessert." I giggled and said, "Go for it."
Keep in mind that this is I think the first time I've gone to the bathroom with Amber. She's not Emily. This wasn't a usual thing for us. I didn't want her to feel awkward.
I asked her if she wanted me to leave. To my surprise, she asked if I'd be willing to keep her company.
I told her I'd be happy to keep her company. Soon afterwards I heard her making some pushing sounds. Then I heard what sounded like a pretty big dump splash into the water.
Well, if you've read my posts, you know that hearing someone else poop almost always makes me have to go to.
I told her that I had to make some room too. I asked her if she minded. She said "Of course not."
A few seconds later and both Amber and I are dropping loads and stinking up the bathroom.
I heard a big sigh from her and then the sound of toilet paper being pulled. I asked if she was done; she said she was and asked if I was. I was indeed done and proceeded to wipe up.
We washed our hands and went back to the table. We had been gone for probably 10 minutes so clearly everyone knew we had gone and pooped.
It was nice to share a poop with a friend.
I love you all.
Kristi
Annie
Just took a big poop 10 minutes after lunch
Hey everyone. I literally finished lunch (fried rice with beef, green vegetables, chili peppers, cashews and a little too much rice). Managed to eat it all and after lunch had a jar of warm water. Just a few minutes ago I got the urge for a major poop so went to the washroom. Closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat. Gave a gentle push and a massive amount of poop came out. Had to flush halfway to avoid clogging just in case. Continued pushing. Within about 20 seconds I was done. Reached for some TP and wiped well and stood up. There was a good amount of poop in the toilet about a foot and a half. That's on top of the massive amount I pooped out and flushed before! Pulled up my pants and underwear and flushed the toilet. Washed my hands and now drinking more warm water. Stomach is still full/semi hard so will continue drinking water and do stretches and hopefully the rest will come out later. Dang. That was a good shit (finally!)
Happy pooping and stay safe!
Annie
Thursday, March 30, 2023
Mina Kazumi Hisae Maho
restroom or loo : we choose...
Dear Nytecat,
We agree, "restroom" is a strange name, a bit. Even we always relax there. But we relax other places too. The tatami room in our green flat is a real "rest room" but we don't do motions there.
We have never been America. Mina has been in Wales. The favourite word was... LOO.
And it is our favourite word! It is not so icky, we think.
Love to everyone.
Maho Hisae Kazumi Mina
Christopher
Sunday Afternoon.
As a teenager of 15 or 16 I suffered from constipation regularly,sometimes I only went once or twice a week.I tried to have a big shit on a sunday. I would take laxatives after school on friday and saturday and after a big sunday lunch would go out on my own or with a friend and if I was lucky I might shit.One particular sunday I was with my friend Kyle.We had gone for a long walk and took our bikes along to ride as well.By four o 'clock in the afternoon I knew I had to go.We had reached a viewpoint and there was a bench there.I took my jacket off,threw it on the bench and quickly unbelted my jeans and slid my pants down.I squatted and pushed really hard.My first log was quite knobbly and hard.My second one however was much longer and really smooth,unblemished really.I stayed squatting, but I could hear voices.It was a family,Mum,Dad and two kids who unwittingly did
not realise I was having my poo. The mum was heard to say Let the Young Man go to Toilet in peace,but they saw a log hanging from my bum, I was really embarassed,Kyle handed me Toilet paper and I wiped and we went home
Wayne
Camping trip
So before the pandemic i went on a camping trip that was very memoriable. Me and my mates arrrived at the camp site and set up our tent. We drank and ate loads of rubbish which messed with a stomachs. We went looking for the bathrooms. We found the mens room. It was a log building. We walked in and found a large shower area (no privacy) a sink area then a row of urinals, and 8 toilets in the open, 4 facing each over. We all need a dump so sat down and blasted the toilets! We all laughed at the situation. Nobody was embarrassed and stood up to wipe.
The next morning we all headed to the bathroom for the 3's! 3 of my mates went into the showers, while the rest of the us went for a dump. It was a full house, with most naked as they had come from the showers.
I really hope to return to this camp as nobody had any worries about being naked or dumping in front of each other!
Jocelyn
An outdoor toilet story I wish to share :)
Heya! Since I'm not so well structured, I just share whatever flashbacks I can think of right
It was on Christmas 2012, and yeah, that certainly doesn't sound like the right season for an outdoor pee/poop, especially not if you're a Midwesterner, haha. But that Christmas we were at my great grandmother's apartment in Cedar Key, Florida, we had temperatures around 70 F! Me, my sister, our husbands and kids, mom, Uncle, Aunt and grandparents had all arrived too.
Short after we arrived in the Sunshine State, we went to explore Florida's coast. I'm not much of a beach girl, but hey, why not?
Both me, my sister as well as our kids enjoyed the warm weather. We also ate some ice cream.
Then came the point at which both me and my sister had to pee. As did my nephew, who was 7 (nearly 8), at the time. Since he was just a kid, it was obvious he had no issues going potty with the company of his mother and Auntie.
We went behind a rock and pulled down our swimsuits. We all peed a stream, but then my nephew, who, as we know, stands, squatted down.
When my sister asked him what he was doing, he replied: "My ???? hurts, I gotta poop!" My sister giggled: "Dear, suppose you had a bit much ice cream. But OK, go ahead."
He pushed a while, he was obviously straining. I saw a thick piece coming out, about 1.5 inches thick. It already touched the floor when it already broke off! It was nearly a foot long. After that, he felt better. He went to the ocean to clean himself - which he already could do on his own.
Then I noticed my sister was squatting still.
"Do you need to poop too?", I asked.
She nodded, grunted a bit, and too pushed out a log of 1.5 diameters, which however already broke off after only four diameters - all while her slightly older twin sister and son were watching.
"Jen, how can you do that in your own child's company?", I asked.
"Well, kids are just kids", Jen (my sister) laughed. "You know, they just come in and I can't send em out."
I laughed too. "I just lock the door in that case so that my girls ain't bothering me."
Then I looked at her dump. It was really not a lot, considering how huge her poops usually are (often bigger than mine)!
"Is that all?"
Jen nodded and smiled. "For now, yes. Let's see for later."
Then we went back to the rest of the family.
Kristi
Biggest poops ever
M: "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!"
I don't know, M!
At least yours eventually flushed!
Mine might still be there...
TSA might have had to call in a bomb squad...
I still remember that like it was yesterday.
I had to go SOOOOOO bad. And wow did I feel better after.
-Kristi
Bobby
My parents and I got to the museum yesterday. It was a family trip, we had planed since last month and everyone was excited for it, since we don't have much time for this since I moved out for university. We were walking around, looking at the things at the museum, when I started noticing, my Dad being...a little nervous.
My Mom took his hand. "Did you go to the toilet, before we left?", she asked him. She isn't really shy about these things. My Dad on the other hand is. So I was really surprised, when I heard him whisper his answer.
"No. And now I gotta poop."
My Mom turned around to me and explained, as if I haven't heard every word of their conversation.
"We have to find the toilet. You can look around on your own, if you want to.", she told me.
So I just nodded and went on. I already forgot about the conversation, until my Mom came back. But Dad wasn't with her.
"We have to go back home, honey.", she told me.
I was a little surprised. "But we just got here?", I was confused.
"Yes, you're right. But your Dad has to use the toilet and there is only one stall here and it's broken. There was an 'out-of-order'-sign on it and I even asked the stuff, but they don't have any other men's restrooms", she shrugged.
"I'm sorry. We can visit the museum another day, if you want to."
I couldn't argue with that, even though I could not imagine, how he had to go this bad.
"Where is he?", I asked instead.
"He went to the car already.", Mom told me and we went there too, so we could go home.
Dad was already sitting in the passender seat and Mom took the driver's seat. From behind on the backseat I could see, that my Dad had opened the button of his pants and he was breathing heavily.
"Hurry up, please", his voice was shakeing, while we got in the car.
"Do you really have to poop this bad?", I asked him and got an answer from him in a different way. His face went really red and I heared him fart.
"Sorry, I...", he closed his eyes and looked really concentrated, then he made a little "Ugh"-sound and farted again. It really started to smell.
Dad grabbed on to his stomache and he farted a third time. How much gas did he have in him?
"It's okay. Are you feeling better?", Mom asked him.
"N-No. I just can't hold the gas anymore. Hurry please!"
Mom drove off the parking lot and got on to the street. Dad's hand was on his belly.
"Is it diarrhea?", I asked him. That would explain his situation.
"No, I- ugh.", Dad had to close his eyes shut. He bit his lip. Then another fart, "I just couldn't go on my usual time on my routine, because we left so early."
That seemed a little weird to me, but I didn't say anything else. Dad had to concentrate to have no accident and I opened the window because of the smell.
We drove in silence only interupted by Dad's stomache noises. When we were about ten minutes left from our home, his face was red and his breathing heavy.
"I won't make it.", at this point he was shaking.
"You will, don't worry.", Mom tried to calm him down, but it didn't work. It wasn't long after, then he farted again. And I don't know how to describe it other than - it was one of these farts, you can only hear WHILE you poop. He was panting.
"Hng!", came from him. He pressed himself down on the seat, "I..-I can not hold it! I'm shitting!", he shouted, while he completely loaded his pants. I couldn't look. Mom just calmed him down, while Dad was still going in his pants. When we got to our house and he got out of the car, I saw his pants hanging between his legs, while je got out of the car. And I also saw a very wet spot in the front, that went down his legs.
"I didn't know, you had to pee too, love. I could have stopped the car somewhere.", Mom told him.
Dad looked down his legs.
"I didn't know too. I just had to poop so bad.", he said.
We got into the house and Dad got cleaned up.
For the Rest of the day nobody mentioned the incident again. I don't think they will ever bring it up again either.
STEPHEN .P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Sunday morning I woke in the campervan @ 8am, had a wee in ELEGANCE porta pottie , went into house for wash, brush teeth and make tea .
I had two cups of tea went back to van took ELEGANCE from van and placed behind. pulled ADVENTURIDGE from locker sat down had a wee then went back to kitchen.I had a large bowl of ALL BRAN . I now need the toilet
went back to van put paper towel on back of bowl ,lowered my jogging bottoms and pants , sat down and had a NUMBER TOO , when done reached forward and tore three sheets ofF three sheets of ELSAN toilet paper from the holder attached to the door wiped,tore, off another three sheets wiped , another too and wiped.I pulled up my jogging bottoms and pants pulled the slide wiped my hands with wet wipes . the pile of poop
remained in the bowl so added more water via the pump then left .
I went to a friends house,to collect some leaflets, returned home two hours later, the poop had now dropped into the lower tank.I sat down and had a wee emptied both potties put ADVENTURIDGE in locker and
ELEGANCE in galley area ready for use SUNDAY NIGHT .
STEPHEN P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
SUNDAY night at 7 pm went to campervan after tea to watch a DVD
when it finished sat on ELEGANCE had a wee the got into sleeping bag
I laid down , needed to go a NUMBER TOO got out of sleeping bag sat
on pottie and went a NUMBER TOO when done wiped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL
twice I woke during night and had a wee in the pottie.Monday morning
took pottie off van placed behind and put ADVENTURIDGE in galley area
then went into house for breakfast and a wash and check emails , I returned to van one hour later and had a NUMBER TOO in the pottie
MONDAY NIGHT again I slept in the van woke twice for a wee , the alarm went at 8 am had a wee in ELEGANCE pottie immediately followed by a
NUMBER TOO when done wiped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL hung on door , then went into house had a wash and breakfast .
I took some vegetable peelings to the compost bin as I passed the shed
needed to poop again , went into shed lowered my jogging bottoms and pants . sat on THETFORD 33 for twenty minutes ,when done wiped with ten sheets or KIMBERLY CLARK toilet paper , later in the day emptied all potties
Brammer
My girlfriend just took a big shit. She said "I'm going to the toilet", I watched as she sat down, grunted and lots of loud plops with a loud PLOOP came out. The smell was disgusting, I'm still in the toilet now after writing this and it stinks. Lots of little turds and two big dark brown ones.Annie
To the unnamed poster re: children's poops
Why do some kids do big poops despite not being so big themselves? Maybe they were like me. Skinny, ate plenty (healthy though) but didn't drink enough water. Or maybe they do drink enough water. IDK.
Anna from Austria
@Jenny Ruining might not be the right word but at this point, I still miss the American toilets.
Which is totally weird. At first, I hated using them because it is impossible to do a silent poop on such toilets due to the plopping noise I also had the impression that my farts were louder on these toilets. Maybe because they are a bit deeper and so the echoing is louder maybe.
But it also could be my imagination. Pre, Mid and post poo farts are normal for my bowel movement here in Austria but during my time in the states, I was a bit more explosive. Maybe it was the different diet that my farts were louder and not the design of the toilet. Could be also possible. It was just a funny observation.
At first, I hated being so exposed but the hole toilet type in connection with the rather open stall design of the toilets in the states is really awesome to cover the smell.
Here in Austria with the closed toilet stalls and the tray toilet, the smell is much worse. I noticed that, especially in the toilets of my office.
Another advantage of American toilets is skidmarks. The hole design makes it easier to avoid them.
I could not avoid them completely to be honest because my poop is rather on the soft side but compared to Austria where I need to use the brush almost frequently I had to use the brush not that often.
Greetings from Austria
AnnaVincene
Softball and toilet memories
The other evening my live-in boyfriend Diver had about a half dozen members of his softball team over for drinks and watching a game on TV. During the breaks they would take one of our two photo albums and glance through them. My parents contributed about a dozen pages of pictures of my childhood and the guys seemed largely fixated on the some of my childhood photos. Examples, one was of me standing at the entrance of the park bathroom building, I guess on the first day my mom let me go in unattended. I remembered all the events we had there and I think I was about 7 when that momentous event happened. I had taken a double-sized dump and had my hands on my thighs along with my big smile. Before that, mom micro-managed such things and there wasn't much to smile about.
Another, taken when I was in I believe 4th grade, had my face all scrunched up, and I was standing with one leg partially off the ground. I had light blue shorts on and was about to pee myself, but my aunt insisted on the picture first. I remember I did do a trickle pee in my panties before I got into the house and onto the toilet. I was reluctant to go into the house because it was about 9 p.m. on a summer evening and mom would see me and make me stay indoors. I got to thinking back about how many times my friends and I when we were in middle school would use gas station, park and McDonald's bathrooms rather than turning ourselves in for the night. There was no picture of my scrunched up rump, but I remember sitting on a stack of concrete foundation building blocks at 10 o'clock on Sunday night for a quick pee. A house down the street from us was burning pretty bad and that was the only way I could stay out and see what was happening. The next morning I had sores on my rump from the concrete and a couple hours later when I had my crap at school, moving out the big one required shifting my weight on the seat, with more discomfort for my injured rump.
Jason came across a picture of me taken on my first week at middle school. I had a book bag on and looked like I was about to fall over. I had a nice new dress on, something mom wanted me to try because I was having troubles navigating the huge and crowded bathrooms in my school. But I found the dress was not a panacea to the almost total lack of privacy in many of the stalls. The six or seven dresses did cover my front up while I was sitting on the toilet, but it took me a couple of mistakes before I remembered to pull the back all the way up before I sat down. Yes, I got crap smeared above the seem several times because I tried to yank my panties down too fast with my other hand. And that was after I learned how to properly pull down one of the seat tissues, open and unfold it without tearing it, and then placing my butt on it. The tissues were nice, though, because my mom railed against skin-contact with the toilet seats. That was against what many of my classmates did, often blaming the seat tissues for clogging the flushes and causing the students in the back line to be tardy to class.
At 16, my parents up and moved to the other side of the country. They have a picture or two of me smiling in front of my new high school's marquee, but to me the new school's bathrooms were worse. Almost no privacy doors, those dumb pre-cut squares of toilet paper, and no seat protectors as I had become accustomed to. One picture has me posing in my new Christmas jeans. Yes, they were tight-fitting and sexy, but I had to use another minute or so to get them unbuttoned before I could sit for my pees. By the time I got them down and dropped them and my panties, it seemed like I had only one minute out of the four-minute passing period to relieve myself. Sometimes once a week I had to stop my pee before I was finished and make my run to class. Being late to class was frowned on and led to detention time.
Diver, Jason and the others didn't get all of the back-story behind each of the pictures, but I remain proud of the fact that while in college and now my professional job, I've calmed down since I'm less stressed and have given up many of the hangups my mom introduced to my life. When I see my high school graduation photo taken at the Civic, I still chuckle when my mom told me about her senior class prank. The girls arranged a shit stack. On a given morning, all needing to crap did their number right after one another until they filled the toilet up above the level of the white seat. And this was from a mother who insisted that if you planned ahead, you shouldn't have to crap at school and other places.
Steven A:
I like the what does alcohol due to your bowels question. With both me and Diver, the next morning we're both doing a "blast out" and without any spare time in getting on the toilet.Thor
To Jenny - Snowball, yes, it functioned well. Not that cold and best of all, I got a clean crack!
To Sheena - As to China, some years later I visited Mongolia and participated in a two week camping trip on the steppes. Our guide had prepared us that there mostly would be no toilets along our route. We were four small buses, all together around 35-40 persons, the majority was women. Apart from the four drivers, we were only 6 men. Peeing outside is easy for men, and more complicated for women, but when it comes to pooping the challenge is the same. We did not speak about it, but seemed like most of us tried to take care of the pooping in the early morning.
John H
comments and holding survey
Hey all.
Some quick comments from the latest posts and a holding survey at the end for those who wish to answer.
@Kristi, haven't seen your posts in a while. Hope Steve is feeling better. It was nice to read how you helped him and how you both enjoy the time together in the toilet.
It was cool how you both took turns typing and pooping. I didn't know Steve knew about this website and your posts. Hope you both do more duo posts in future.
@Anna Astoria, hey and welcome. Always nice to read posts from people who have only read for a long time before posting. Sounds like you really enjoy a good healthy poo which I can relate to. I have to say I can be disappointed when a poo is less than satisfactory. I don't enjoy going while flying either but you got to go when you got to go, if even only a small amount. Looking forward to reading more of your experiences.
@Joscelyn, hey. You mentioned holding as a possible reason for why some children can produce larger poops. You noted that you held because you liked the feeling. I can relate as I like to hold until the urge to go builds up nicely. I also like to take my time on the toilet so if I am busy I will put off going until I know I will have enough time to relax on the toilet. I enjoy the need to go and like to not have to push when on the toilet and letting the need build means I don't need to push much generally when I do sit on the toilet.
The longest I held for was 4 days I think. I posted about this here several years ago. That was a once off to see how long I could do it for. Now I only hold for around 15 to 30 minutes generally.
Do you still hold today and if so how long do you hold for?
Holding survey inspired by Josalyns post.
1. Do you hold the need to poo or go as soon as you first feel the need?
2. If you hold why do you do this?
3. If you hold, how long do you generally hold for?
4. Have you always done this if you do hold?
Hope a few people answer these questions.
Thanks.
Take care all.
John H.Larry
Post-Work Dump
I just took an exceptionally satisfying shit - probably the best I've had all month. I had one that was on the smaller side after work yesterday, so I knew that I'd be in for a bigger one today, and I was not disappointed. After getting home from work I was already starting to feel the urge, but I had to go meet up with a guy I was buying a chair from, so I decided to delay my release by about 45 minutes or so in the interest of being on time. After getting back, I brought my chair indoors and was getting ready to put the old one down in the basement, but the knocking at my backdoor was reaching a level that I couldn't ignore anymore, so I decided to go ahead and do my business. I went in the bathroom, undid my belt, dropped my work slacks down around my ankles onto my boots, and sat down on the toilet. As soon as I did an exceptionally thick, smooth turd slid out of my rear and went straight down the hole, eventually coiling back all the way around the bowl and sticking out of the water a bit. When I looked to inspect it I noticed that it was so thick that I could only see the coiled part on top, not where it looped back into the pipe. I sat there basking in the great feeling post-release, and after a few minutes wiped my relatively clean hole and then flushed. I feel great, and ready to continue unwinding for the evening. Hope everyone else has their bowels treat them as well as mine did today.Nils, I agree with you about kids making huge poops. By the time I was 12 or 13, my dad was tired of having to plunge the toilet after my bowel movements and said I was old enough to deal with it myself. He left the plunger stationed faithfully beside the toilet and told me to get on with it, and I did. I was capable of some truly huge ones.
Swidmark
My second post
I wrote before about sweating and accidental swids (sweat plus skid) but today's post is different. This one is about the fear of public bathrooms, which is more common than I thought. Whereas I can easily drift off to the secret place to do one thing...I will not do that other thing in a bathroom others have sat in. No. I'll wait. Until i get home.
I'd rather be driving at the edge of the seat, windows cracked breathing breathing waiting than to sit where others sat.
I've always made it home safely. So this works for me.
As a lifelong germaphobe, it has to be this way. Anyone else like this?Hank
Responses
To Nytecat: Two main reasons for gray poop; blockage of bile ducts due to gall stones or cancer. With either, the person is very sick, probably not going to work. The other cause, hepatitis. This person is still sick, but probably not in a lot of pain and more likely to be going to work. I had HepA for about a week from tainted seafood before I got too sick to do anything. And, of course, the gray poop, which was gone before being released from a 2 week stay in the hospital. Along with an 8 week incarceration at home. My co-workers were not happy, they all had to get gamma globulin shots.
To Jocelyn: Peeing and pooping in bed. In memory, I have had one instance of bed wetting. I was awakened one night, probably by the act of pissing, which I immediately stopped without too much damage. Got up and took care of that problem. I have serious sleep apnea, the kind where you stop breathing for short periods of time. This ultra "relaxation" can also affect the bladder. Being treated now for 10 years, I have not repeated that episode. I also have been treated for prostate CA. That was 4 years ago, still have my prostate and, knock on wood, have had zero urges to piss in bed and no night calls to the bathroom. Very lucky. As far as pooping the bed, nothing in memory or ever. I recently OD'ed on Metamucil and one morning did have a very strong urge to have a BM still in bed. As soon as I put my feet on the floor, straight line to the toilet and had a very large bowel movement. Would not have wanted to have that BM in bed. Note to self; cut back on the Metamucil.
Olivia
My fuel tank
When I was growing up and being potty-trained, my mom explained my digestive system to me like the fuel system on a car. In the same way the fuel tank of a car must be filled with fuel, my stomach must be filled with food. Then the engine (or in my case, my body) turns that fuel/food into energy. However, there are leftovers from the energy production. On a car, that gets expelled through the exhaust. For me, I sit down on the toilet and make a poo.
I remember as a young child I didn't fully understand that after each meal, my body makes poo, and sometimes enough poo is made that I need to go use the toilet and poo. I'd often go days without a poo, and then I'd get a bad stomach ache, become super bloated, and then when I complained to my parents about my stomach ache, they'd promptly take me to the bathroom, where I'd push and strain a giant, smelly poo out of me and in to the toilet.
A notable example of this was when I was 4. My parents took me and my younger sister to a restaurant for lunch and I hadn't pooed in a while. I remember my parents made me go to the bathroom to poo before we left, but I only peed and farted. I ordered something off the kids menu, I think it was spaghetti, but I got full really quickly and my stomach started hurting. I stopped eating and rubbed my ????, so I said to my parents "I have a ???? ache, I think I need to poopy." (For young me, I used poopy and poopoo. Now I just use poo.) At the time I hated using public bathrooms, but I knew I couldn't hold this so I didn't object when my mom took me to the girls bathroom. I remember it smelled of poo but was quite quiet. She led me into the big handicap stall, lowered the seat for me, and then I sat down. I peed because I drank a lot while eating. Then, I started pushing and straining. My mom told me that we would only leave once I pooed, and gave me a lecture on the importance of pooing, and using the bathroom regularly. I knew there was a lot of poop in me, so I was pushing really hard. I think I pushed for two minutes with no progress, so my mom started rubbing my ???? and pushing on my sides. That kind of worked, and more poop emerged from my bottom. It was really big though, and hurt coming out. I complained to my mom about the pain and she said "I know it does, I'm sorry, but that's what happens when poo sits in your system for so long. You need to get it out of you, think about how much better you'll feel!" I kept straining and groaning and grunting and pushing and eventually I had a big tail until one big push and it fell into the toilet with a "floomp." I relaxed and went "ahhhh." My mom congratulated me, and asked if I needed to go more. I still had a bit of a stomach ache, and now I could feel a hard pooping wanting to come out of my bottom. So I pushed again. The poo was still big and painful, but it was smaller than the first one. I felt empty then. My stomach ache was gone, my stomach was much smaller and no longer bloated from being full of poo. My mom asked me if I felt better. I said "yes, I got out all my poopoo." She said "good job! Hop off the toilet and I'll wipe your bottom." As I got off the toilet, my mom said "wow, no wonder you were hurting, your poopoos are giant!" I took a look. I was shocked at what I made. The big poop was like 20 inches long and two inches wide, and the smaller one was 12 inches long and like 1.5 inches wide. That's what I remember them looking like at least. My mom wiped my butt and quickly deposited the dirty paper in the toilet. After 5 minutes of wiping, my mom said "ok, time to say bye bye to your poopy." I grabbed the toilet handle, looked at the two big poos I made, then flushed.
As I pulled up my pants, my mom swapped places with me and said "give me a few minutes. I want to poo." As she sat down and started peeing, I asked "why do you want to poopoo here?" She said "well Olivia, every time I eat a meal, I try to poopoo so I can make sure I don't get a big painful poopy. I normally go at the very end of the meal or when I get home, but I'm already here and ate a lot." She rubbed her stomach as her pee stopped then started pushing. A big log started emerging from here. It was quite big and smelly. I could see the brown log emerging, so I asked "where does poopoo actually come from? Why does my body make so much of it?" She explained, "well, you know how you just ate all that food? It's currently in your stomach being digested. Your stomach churns and squeezes and turns all that food into sludge. Your body then takes all the good stuff out of that sludge, and everything that's left over comes out of your bottom. You should probably go poopy again after dinner." She started wiping, then pulled up her pants, flushed, then said "that feels better." Then we washed our hands, and went back to finish eating.
I remember that night, after dinner, I took my mom's advice. A few minutes after she came out of the bathroom (no doubt having her post-meal poo), I went in pulled down my shorts and underwear, then started going potty. I peed, then pushed and my butt opened as my first non-giant poo came out. It was still a good size, but not butthole-stretching big. Once it was out, I wiped then looked at my potty. I had made a 6 inch long 1 inch wide poo. It smelled a bit, but it smelled better than my giant loads. I felt amazing; I pooed, without any pain, or pushing, or discomfort. From that day forward, I've tried pooing after each meal if I have the time.
Hope you enjoyed this story!
Nytecat
Touching on recent comments.
To Jocelyn: Thanks for writing back. In general it does seem to be a rare phenomenon. From what I've heard too wetting is by far the most prevalent overnight accident.
Regarding grass: I've never had to wipe with that or leaves. Maybe I'm not terribly adventurous but I've only had to poop twice outdoors twice in my life. I brought a small roll of TP with me when I went Boy Scout camping. My idea of roughing it is sleeping in a tent that has a full restroom with flushing toilets and working sinks a short walk away.
On the word restrooms: Yes, it's a misnomer but I think us Americans have taught ourselves that anything more precise is too icky to say in polite company. In Canada the prevailing term is washrooms but that too is a bit of a misnomer as their primary purpose isn't washing. During a recent visit I did see one instance of a sign that said restrooms instead of washrooms in Ontario. I'd be ok with adopting the UK practice of calling the whole room the toilet instead of just the commode.
That's it for now. Keep the ideas and stories coming!Jocelyn
Childhood pee accident
OK, it was August 12, 1992, my Aunt's sixth birthday. We were at my great-grandparents' (respectively, her grandparents') far. Me, my sister, and our Uncle were seven at the time (me and my sister are twins; our uncle is a month younger than me).
At one point, my bladder was full. I hadn't peed since the morning so it was really bad.
I excused myself to go, and while I heard my cousin saying: „Wait Josie, I gotta go too, comin with ya."
We walked to the next bush, but on the way I made a dumb mistake and stumbled!
The next thing I felt was urine flowing to my undies! Since I saw it happen to older family members before - especially my mom and her cousin - I wasn't too embarrassed but it still was uncomfortable even on such a hot day. My Aunt promised not to tell anyone. I was thankful to God I was wearing a skirt today.
Then my Aunt went behind the bush. She pulled down her jeans and undies, squatted and peed a stream.
She would still squat, so I asked her if she had to poop too.
She said she tried if she did after she hadn't gone yesterday, but nothing would come out.
So we'd get back in.
I also have a poop experience from the same day I'll share another time.
>Jocelyn
27th birthday pee accident
This occured eleven years ago. Me and my sister had our birthday celebration at our great grandma's apartment.
At one point I had to pee, as did my 2-year-old daughter Anna who was fully potty trained. Since the toilet was occupied, I believe, and we were outside, we went behind a bush.
I held Anna off to let her pee, but while I did, I felt something wet in my undies! Yeah, I had a little accident :D
Luckily, I had a skirt on, so I could laugh it off, and squatted to pee the rest off (of course with the underwear down this time XD). We returned to the rest of the family.
I did later tell my mom about the accident tho, since she did have many peeing accidents due to her small bladder.
Blueboy
Hey!
It's been awhile since I've posted. I still share farts and motions with my Aunt. I'm also married now to my H.S. Sweetheart. Loving this stories here and I've been reading for awhile. My wife and I are always in the bathroom with each other and we share farts as well. Just like my aunt, she's lactose intolerant as well. When she has milk, it's a whole show. I have a lot of stories to share about both of them.
The wife works from home and always save her #2 until I get home from work. I work twice a week in the office. She'll text voice clips of her farts until I get home. On Tuesday, she texted me that she had to go once I got home. As I was changing clothes, she stood in front of me and farted three times. They were all short ones, but stunk. When we got to the bathroom, she pulled her pants down but said, "Wait, I feel another fart. Put your head back there." So I did and she blasted a 4 second long one. It was loud too. Stunk like hell. She finally sat and dropped a 13 inch log and two small ones that were less than an inch. after that. This came from a steak burrito we had on Monday. Of course, I snapped a picture. Bathroom smell was like a 7 out of 10.
Great writings from you all. I remember you as well, Sheena B. You ever have loud farts that you share with others?M
I'm sitting here taking my morning poo and I'm about to wipe my butt and I just took a look at what I did and wow another massive one! There is a medium sized light brown log then a couple of small ones then a really huge one probably about 7 or 8 inches long. I've had really incredible poops the last couple of days. I wish there was a way you could take a picture of your poo and post it on here. Take care have a great day everyone. Time to wipe!
Jocelyn
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To David:
-My husband has IBS too. For me it's rather the opposite :)
To Anna from Astoria:
-Welcome :) Well, I don't mind to strain, it generally does come out solid and I got nothing to wipe. I did poop on a plane only twice. Once when I was 8 or 9 and we were visting family in North Carolina, while the other time I was 25 and my then nearly two-year-old daughter had to go too. I remember wanting to hold it, but because my little one also had to go and she was so good at potty training for her age already, I knew I could help by going too. Pretty uncommon experience!
To Sheena B:
-I too live in a rural area, but Indiana in my case! Wonderful landscapes and many cornfields! In fact, my grandpa (double my age, but still a great worker!) and my Uncle have a corn farm ;)
Larry
Survey and Question Answers
Figured I'd give my answers to the survey that Skidmarked put up:
Does your job or career affect your bathroom habits?
Definitely - I feel like I've loosened up in terms of being reluctant to use public stalls, as the john across from the millwright's lounge at work does not leave much room for shame. Between the open stalls and the steady presence of coworkers blowing the place up, I've gotten real used to just going in and letting loose without thinking about who might see or hear me. And since we often eat the same things for lunch that we've pitched in for beforehand, after the fact we often have the same gut reactions. If one of us gets the shits, oftentimes we've all got em and will cross paths taking trips to blow the mud out mid-shift.
Is it just me or do you like to use the handicapped stall?
Most times I don't see the point cause the toilet is often still butted up against the wall just like it is in a regular sized stall. But in situations where its got more room to spread your legs on either side.... you bet your ass I prefer it.
Do you believe 1 person bathrooms are really unisex too?
I guess? Just seems like a regular bathroom at that point though.
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?
Don't go to the gym anymore but when I did this wasn't a concern I had.
When going home does the feeling of putting the key in the door trigger you to need to potty even MORE?!
Whatever pressure is built up for me at any given time stays the same until I plop my ass on the bowl. No real fluctuations of urgency up until that point.
If so... meaning you get more desperate after putting the key in the door... do you ever have to change your underwear?
See above
What's the biggest trigger you know to cause you to get desperate for the potty?
Probably the bloated feeling that comes from a quick onset of imminent explosive diarrhea.
Anna - I would say that most satisfying would be when I was holding in a big dump for about an hour while I was driving to a museum while out of town on vacation, then let out a long turd that passed real easily in the men's bathroom once I got there. It was just what the doctor ordered, and after sitting for about 5 minutes enjoying the feeling of having just unloaded a huge dump I walked through the exhibits enjoying them a lot more than I would have if I didn't feel about ten pounds lighter. Can't remember one from the past year that was especially unsatisfying
Sheena - Well I guess I'll have to get some total bran cereal and see if I can get to where I'm laying even thicker cable on any given day's trip to the john - Thanks for the suggestion!
Sunday, March 26, 2023
Mrs BIG-and-HARD
HARD TO PUSH OUT
My name is Mrs BIG and HARD
Today I had to go to the toilet to push out one of my largest accumulated ROCK HARD turds that was now stuck in my Butt Hole over the last Four DAYs.. It feels really BIG ..and Very Hard. I have been eating a lot of chocolate candy bars the past week. I took a deep breath and strained really hard. I could feel my Butt hole stretching wider and wider, it stretched to over three inches wide I had to use my finger to DIG IT OUT! SO I used my hands to spread my butt cheeks wider. Straining
As I was digging it out I could hardly get my finger in there because of the massive rock jam It was stretching my butt hole wider and wider!
I strained as hard as I could but the pain was getting worse, It really hurt..
So I resorted to using TP soaked in water to push into my rectum. (Butt hole) This makes it wider and easier to dig out, and with a final hard push It came out with a thud. Thanks Mrs. Big and hard.
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!Jocelyn
Re:Nytecat
Wow, that sounds disguisting, but can happen! My niece also wasn't potty trained until nearly 4, my nephew, I think, took even longer. But I don't remember them - according to my sister, but back then we were living only three houses apart - nor my kids ever soiling the bed, my Aunt was the only one! But I feel like I should ask her about her kids (yes, my cousins, but a lot apart, I'm 38, and they're in elementary school!).
-Nina:
When I was a kid, I generally used grass, which however didn't always work either.
-for the unnamed poster with the children poop size:
I can only talk about myself, but maybe answer it. I just enjoyed holding it intentionally. Me and my sister always held it as long as we could. It did hurt sometimes, but I did enjoy the feeling!Nils
Re:children poop size
Well, I suppose they tend to hold their poop for longer. I remember one time I did one when I was 7 or 8 - boy, that was a monster!Annie
Had a pretty big poop shortly after coffee
Hey everyone. Got up this morning, went to the washroom (pee) and went upstairs for breakfast and coffee. Had dumplings (homemade) in some kind of soup, mixed vegetables, an egg and 1 jar of black coffee. After I finished I microwaved a jar of water to make it hot and took it downstairs since I finished my coffee upstairs. I also took my meds. I almost finished my water when I got a major urge to poop a few minutes ago so I went to the washroom. Closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat down on the toilet. Gave a gentle push and a big thick log came out for what seemed like ages. Finally after about 30 seconds or so I was done. It wasn't everything from my body but it was a good shit. I stood up to look. Wow it took up quite a bit of the toilet! And thick too. I flushed first then got to work wiping. After that I flushed again and pulled my pants and underwear up. Washed my hands and that's that. I will continue to drink warm water and see if I go again later. Maybe another monster. As long as all this stuff continues to come out. Healthy diet, plenty of water, some (not too much) black coffee and rare times I get to exercise seem to be helping.
Happy pooping and stay safe!
AnnieMina Maho Hisae Kazumi
motion of child
We were interested in question, Why children do so big motions even they have not so big body? because this question come when we write about huge motion of eight year old girl.
But we don't know answer. We are sure that when she was in loo, she was doing motions all the time. Smell often increased, and she made sounds often. And she flushed four times. So it was very huge motion.
But why.... ? We don't know. We know we also did huge motions when we were small. In case of Mina and Maho, after ten or fifteen minutes on loo, eight or nine large logs in water. But we don't know reason.
So we are looking forward to answers of this question very much.
Love to everyone.
Kazumi Hisae Maho Mina