Nytecat
Three skidmarks in four days!
I was doing relatively well in 2024. I managed to keep my underwear clean every day except for one. But that stretch of good luck finally ran out. About a week ago, my poop went from clean and solid to soft and messy. It's usually a temporary change that lasts a day or two. But in this case it harassed me for a week.
This meant my usual 5 to 10 minute daily pooping sessions took much longer and left me with a harder time wiping myself clean when I was done. Sometimes I didn't have the patience for a complete job. That was the case Tuesday when I ended up with a little streak in the bottom of some gray briefs. Not a big deal.
On Wednesday I forget if I went number two at work or not. But that night before I went to bed, I felt a big dump coming on. So I went to the bathroom, pulled everything down and spent the next 20 minutes pushing out what I could. It was uncomfortable but not painful. When I was done I tried wiping and it was pretty messy. But I was so tired I didn't care. I was wearing a pair of black Hanes men's briefs so I thought how bad could it get? So I went to bed and decided to get some sleep. I got up a couple times overnight to pee and I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. But when I got up for work I could feel my briefs embedded in my butt crack. It was itchy too so I said that's enough and pulled them out. And guess what? It stuck to the area around my butt hole like it was glued. Yuck! Once I managed to pull them down there was a conspicuous brown blotch inside. That's about as bad as it gets for me. So I tossed them in the dirty clothes basket and after a quick shower I was good to go.
For Thursday I wore pink women's panties. I must've been able to do an adequate wiping job when I took my daily dump because those stayed clean all day. Friday would be a different story. Pooping that day was unremarkable and I hardly recall going. But when I got home after work my butt was itchy. I looked in my gray string panties and there was a three inch streak in the bottom. Come on!
At that point I decided I was going to start lining the bottom of my underpants with toilet paper after pooping until my bowels settled down. On Saturday I wore green Fruit of the Loom men's briefs for St. Patrick's Day Eve. That day went without incident and I think I'm back to normal.
Time for a quick shout out to Pete. I knew I was hardly alone when it came to protecting underwear with paper products. But I didn't know it had a name, heh. Hopefully I won't need a manpon again anytime soon.
Kristi
I've missed you all!
Hi everyone! Kristi's back after being gone for awhile. I will try to post more often.
Steve and I are planning to go camping this weekend if the weather cooperates. I'm looking forward to taking my first outdoors poop of 2024! (And my hubby is looking forward to watching me taking my first outdoors poop of 2024.)
I just got done taking a quick but satisfying dump at work. Nobody else was in the restroom while I was going. It came out really smooth with no real pushing except for the last couple of smaller pieces. Nice relieving pee too. I left a little brown streak that didn't go away after two flushes, so I just left it that way. No
So, I've talked about this before and wanted to bring it up again:
My bowels can get stimulated by the sounds of others pooping.
This can happen at home if Steve is pooping when I'm in the bathroom, but it most often happens in public restrooms.
Basically, I'll go to the ladies room just with the intention of peeing.
I'll be sitting there peeing and then I'll hear the sound of another lady going poop. It might be a fart, or a plop... just any pooping sound.
And then MY body tells me it's time to poop!
Now, my body doesn't magically produce poop. If there's nothing that's ready to come out, I'm not just gonna start pooping. (If I pooped an hour ago, I'm probably empty.)
But if I had something to eat a few hours ago, it's like my mind tells my body, "She's pooping. You should poop too."
It rarely creates an emergency situation... usually I could hold it if I wanted to. But you folks know me. I rarely pass up a chance to drop a load off.
I'm not an anatomy expert... but certain triggers will move things along inside of me. Or as a girlfriend of mine says, things go "From my gut to my butt." (That should be on a t-shirt.)
Does anyone here know what I'm talking about?
I've asked this question before and am curious to hear responses again!
In other news: I went on a little jog three days ago. About a mile. I have a route that starts and ends at my house. About halfway through my gut started clenching bad. I hadn't needed to go at all before my run but now I was really feeling it.
Fortunately I made it home and took a huge poop in the downstairs bathroom. It was "photo-worthy". I sent a picture to Steve ("Nice one, babe!) and Emily ("OMG that had to feel good!").
I love you all!
KristiBianca
Update2
Hi folks. I'm continuing to be unsuccessful hardening my stool with my fibre supplements. Mentally, I've been sad from the failure, and am afraid of criticism by my doctor. You know, something like: "If you eat right, you'll poop better." Plus, I've had bile acid diarrhea for almost 8 years now. If I get the courage to bring the issue up during my next checkup, maybe the response to talking about my poop will be better than expected. All for now, bye.STEPHEN.P
Post Title (optional) KEEPING REGULAR
This morning woke before alarm ,had a wee in the THETFORD ELEGANCE pottie in bedroom, layed on bed stretching .Suddenly urge for a BM reached out pulled OAKLEAF BEDPAN under myself ,pulled down my pants. I sat for two minutes then had a wee,put my hands onto the mattres and pushed.
The first load ,a minute ralax then pushed again another load,I did not realize how much I needed to go. As I wiped the alarm sounded ,carried the bedpan downstairs and disposed on bonfire the made some tea . the past few days I have pooped on the pottie in the campervan,hopefully tomorrow!!
To Sarah
Sarah sounds like you had a good poop at McDonalds hope it came out smoothly. I pooped today had to push a little bit to get it out. Do you fart a lot when you're pooping? I sometimes do. I'm gassy in the morning when I wake up. Looking forward to hearing from you!
VioletIndigo
Peeing in the woods and pooping in a library + questions
Story #1: I asked in a recent post about advice for peeing while squatting. I had an opportunity to pee while squatting in public. My friend and I went hiking on an unmarked trail recently. For the first hour I was fine, but soon I needed to pee. I realized I had forgotten to pack toilet paper. I asked my friend if he had packed any and he said no.
I told him I was envious that he doesn't need to wipe after peeing, and he pointed to a bush's leafs and said "I know for sure that one's not poisonous, you could use that." I said "hell no," and then I asked if he had any napkins. He said he did, and he gave me some. I asked if he had a bag I could throw them in since I didn't pack a trash bag and I didn't want to put pee-covered napkins in my hiking bag, and he said he didn't have a trash bag and said "the napkins are biodegradable, you can just throw them on the ground."
He stayed on the trail and I walked to a little hill, where I pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees and popped a squat (heels touching the ground). I started to pee but I got afraid I would spray all over since I'm a messy pee-er. I decided to just let my pee go out in small increments since if I let it all out at once it would definitely shoot up and to the sides. It felt weird starting and stopping over and over again. Since I was on the side of hills, above gravel, the pee just sort of sank into the gravel and went downhill.
Surprisingly, I didn't get any pee on my jeans or boots. I wiped up although I hadn't made much of a mess at all. I threw the napkins behind me. By this point, my thighs were absolutely killing me from squatting.I tried to stand up but I physically couldn't and I fell backwards, catching myself with my left arm so my bare butt and coochie wouldn't make contact with the rocks. Using my left arm as support, I tried to stand up again and I was successful. I pulled up my underwear and pants and walked back to my friend. My legs were in a ton of pain from squatting since I'm out of shape. I asked for hand sanitizer or soap, my friend didn't have any.
Next time we go hiking, I'll be more prepared!
Story #2:
I went to a small, rural public library today to browse the collection (plus to be honest I was just exploring an area I had never explored before). Last night, I ate a small dinner (maybe 400 calories), and this morning I ate a small breakfast accompanied with coffee. Then, at around noon (maybe an hour before going to the library), I had coffee/energy drink combo drink that I bought at a gas station.
The library was empty besides me and the librarian. I was reading an interesting book and I started to feel that my colon was full. On top of that, I'm coming off my period and I've been bloated and gassy. I put the book up and walked over to the only bathroom in the building. It was single occupancy, all-gender. There was no hook for my purse but there was a complicated mechanism on top of the door and I hung my purse on that since I don't like to use the bathroom with my purse in my lap if I can avoid it. I made sure to grab a pad out of my bag since I'd be replacing the one I already had in my underwear. The toilet seat was covered in pee, so I wiped it up with a wad of toilet paper thick enough so that I wouldn't get pee on my hands.
Then, I pulled down my leggings and underwear, sat down, and peed. I had a little pre-poop fart come out and then started to push hard, grunting as I did it. Plop, one turd fell into the water. Meanwhile, I tore the used pad out of my underwear and threw it away (there wasn't really much of anything on it). 30 seconds later, with more grunting, another plop. Then I pushed hard for about 10 seconds and another turd fell into the water - this one was a bit longer, so there was no plop. I pushed a little more but there was nothing left that was ready to be pushed out. I opened the plastic my pad was covered in, threw the plastic away, and stuck the pad to my underwear.
I began to wipe. I always start with my front, and then wipe my butt once the front and my thighs are dry. I stood up to wipe my butt, and I could see 3 turds, light brown in color and not too smelly, on the bottom of the toilet. There were two short ones (maybe 2" long and 1") and there was one long one (around 5" long and 1.5" wide); there was a little bit of blood in the bowl but not much, and my pee was a pale yellow. My butt was not too messy, I just had to wipe it 4 or 5 times.
I flushed, washed my hands, grabbed my bag, and left the bathroom. I continued to read for a bit, but eventually I had to leave.
I rarely poop in public, so it was nice to be able to do it today.
Thoughts/Questions:
With regard to my peeing story, I imagine if my friend did not have napkins I may have wound up having to use leafs to wipe. That made me wonder what people used to wipe their butts and vulvas prior to the invention/widespread adoption of toilet paper; and then I'm sure that toilet paper is not universal, so I wonder what people in societies without toilet paper use. I've used bidets before in the past when traveling, but I've always rinsed with the bidet and then dried with toilet paper.
Do people just put their wet body parts in their underwear? Does that not make them more likely to get yeast infections or UTIs?
And then, before the invention of pads/dva cups/tampons, what did people do? What do people do in places where these things are not widespread?
In places where neither toilet paper nor bidets are commonplace, what do people use?
VioletIndigo
Hi, I'm the person who posted recently about pooping my pants while my roommate was in the shower. I wanted to add one more detail to my story which felt interesting at the time.
I didn't feel embarrassed when it happened, more curious and surprised than anything (as I mentioned). Nobody ended up witnessing it and my roommate never found out, so I didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about at the time.
A few years later, I was playing 'Never have I ever' at a house party, and someone admitted to having had an accident, which lead to people sharing accident stories. A fair few others had had them too, which made me feel part of the gang, until I realized theirs all seemed to have a theme.
Everyone else's stories were alcohol or partying related, like getting sloshed and pissing one's pantyhose at the club, or blacking out and wetting the bed. I became conscious as people went around that it made more sense to have an accident while drinking, since it does involve consuming a lot of fluid and lowering your motor skills, etc. Mine however, had no such excuse. I noticed I felt reluctant to share and when it was my turn, I stammered and blushed while admitting I had been stone cold sober, I had simply held it until I became desperate and then been unable to make it to the bathroom in time. Everyone was friendly about it of course, but after that night a memory I had which was more a curiosity than anything, formed into something a bit shameful. Funny how that works.
VioletIndigo
Responses
To Portia,
yes, I agree, it's weird that single-person bathrooms are gendered. It never made sense to me.
To person without a name,
it's hard to describe why I find urinals weird. It's just the thought of strangers lined up with no separation between them (like a stall divider) "doing their business" is nothing I've encountered before except when I used a multi-stall gender-neutral bathroom with urinals once (I wrote about this experience before). I've never used a bathroom with no stall dividers or doors. I imagine I would be embarrassed in that situation. Maybe if I had to do it again and again over the course of my life I would stop being embarrassed though. Urinals, at least from what I understand, are so public. I guess they're so strange to me because I am not really familiar with them, but half of the population interfaces with them on a regular basis.
VioletIndigo
Thursday, March 21, 2024
Petro
To Portia Sometimes Poos:
Hello, Portia!
If you remember, I asked you some questions in the end of November about your pooping (on the page 3038). And now I'd like to ask you some ones more which are related to your pooping as you were a young child, if you don't mind (I wrote about this intention of mine at the same time, that's to say, in the end of November). Some of them are going to be the same as they were last time, but not all.
1. As you were a young child, was pooping usually difficult or easy for you? Had you to strain a lot for pushing your poop out? And how was it in your school time, and later, as you were a teenager?
2. Did you usually fart at those times before you started pooping?
3. As you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for making poopoo at those times, had you to push a lot, before something came out, or everything fell out at once?
4. As you were a young child, did you always poop by yourself? Did you ever use enema or suppositories at those times? By the way, I already asked you about it in one of my questions in the end of November, but you comprehended me wrong. I meant at that time the same as I mean here. And did you always poop by yourself Petro mean now. And do you always poop by yourself now? How was it in your school time, including your teenager time?
5. As you were a young child, did you usually poop as you felt you had to do it? Did you ever sit down on your potty chair/on the toilet and try to poop without having an urge for it? Were you be able to poop in that case? And were you be able to poop by such attempts (if you had those ones) in your school time, including your teenager time?
6. As you were a young child, had you ever a situation as you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for poopoo and started pushing, but couldn't push your poopoo out? And had you situations as you had to push for a long time during pooping? If you had such situations, was it pleasant or unpleasant for you?
7. As you were pooping in your childhood, did you usually push one big turd out, or did you more often push several ones out?
8. As you were a young child, did you ever push a huge poop out? If you did, did you make it often?
9. Did you like pooping as you were a young child? If you had to push a big poop out, did you take it for good? And did you like pooping in your school time, including your teenager time?
10. If you pushed a big poop out, were you proud of it? Did you use to show it to your mom/dad in such cases?
11. To what age did you poop on your potty chair? How old were you as you began to poop on the toilet?
12. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo in the presence of your mom? If you did, was it often? Or sometimes? And if you did it in her presence, did she often comment your pooping? Did she ever encourage you by doing it, if she saw it was difficult for you?
13. To what age did you poop in the presence of your mom/dad?
14. As you were a young child, did you ever see your mom pooping? If you did, did you comment her pooping somehow in such cases? And did you ever poop together with her (that's to say, do a teamwork!)?
15. As you were a young child, did you ever try to poop after peeing?
16. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo every day or more rarely?
17. As you were a young child, did you poop at some certain time of the day or was it at different times as a rule?
18. As you were a rather young child, did you usually poop as you felt an urge for it? Or were you more often put on your potty chair/on the toilet and told to try making poopoo?
19. As you were a young child, did you ever make your poopoo with your siblings (if you had them) or with somebody of your age?
20. Did you ever poop outdoors at those times?
21. I've just read your new story about your making number two in the woods, and that's why I'd also like to ask you: was it difficult for you to poop on that day in the woods? As you were pushing out that long log, was it very difficult for you? Had you to strain a lot for pushing it out? Was that pooping in the woods more difficult for you, as it usually was (and as it usually is now) at home?
22. Do you remember any poop story from times, as you were a young child? If you do, could you tell it? I already told such one just on Christmas on the page 3043, if you noticed.
23. And I'd also like to ask you: in what city and in what state do you live, if it's not a secret? In what city did you live before the 7th grade?
I wish you happy pooping and peeing!
sarah
huge dump at mcdonalds and reply
i really had to take a major shit. i had not been for a few days again. i kept farting i needed to go so bad. i quickly stopped at a mcdonalds and rushed into the bathroom. little farts every step. there were 3 stalls with the last 1 taken. i opened the first stall and it was clogged so i took the second stall. as i was dropping my shorts and panties another girl entered and saw the clogged toilet and got in line. i was turtleheading by the time i sat down. i sighed when i sat. i really had to go but my shit needed help. i pushed and a huge log started to slowly come out. i kept pushing and it just kept coming out. i heard two loud plops from the stall next to me then wiping. my shit finally dropped. the other stall opened and the other girl went in for a quick piss. i pushed again and was done. i looked and was a behemoth of a dump. 10 inches long and thick. it tapered to a point on one end. i sat back down and wiped my messy butt. the other girl left now and i was alone. i finished wiping. i flushed and it somehow all went down but almost clogged. left a skidmark in the toilet. i washed my hands and left feeling very relieved. i was in the bathroom for 7 minutes.
to austin i work doing rideshare so most of my bathroom visits are in public bathrooms. its inconvenient to go home for every dump and i dont mind public bathrooms.
Zoe
Thanks for the reply Harper
Thank youuu Harper! I like your word for poo-poo. Do you go poo-poo? At school? Share your stories!
Ohhhhhh it's my food! That must be why after lunch and recess all my friends go to the potty. They need to poo-poo their lunch! Wow that's so much poo-poo. When I eat lunch, after recess I feel like I have to poo-poo. If I get seconds then I really have to poo-poo. But I hold it until I get home. I guess I should try going poo-poo at school and getting rid of my food instead of holding it all day. I'll watch my friends closer and see what they have to do. Especially with it getting hotter I drink more water, and since you explained pee is what I drink I'll have to pee more. So being comfortable with school bathrooms will be good because I won't have to hold my pee or poo-poo. Any advice?
I'm actually gonna go poo-poo and pee now. I had dinner a little while ago and the chicken and mashed potato are poo-poo now. Plus the water I drank is pee now. I feel bad that I'm gonna put all my mom's delicious cooking and this food into the toilet but my mom was just in the potty for a while clearly poo-pooing her dinner so I guess it's fine.
Byeeeeee!
P.s it was a very good poo-poo and pee. I peed for a good amount of time and my poo-poo came out easy and was a good size. I don't know how to measure poo-poo sorry.
Also how does all my food turn into a big smelly poo-poo? Why doesn't the leftover food just come out?Pete
Courtesy flush
When I need a shit, I have a routine. I sit on the pot and when the first few turds have fallen, I stand up and flush, even though I know that I have not finished. I then sit down and resume pushing out the remaining turds, which may take much longer. I always take a minimum of 10 minutes before I begin to wipe. The reason for the first flush (Courtesy flush) is
1. preventing or reducing the skidmarks in the bowl of the pot
2. Reducing the stink of shit.
Both these are out of consideration for the next user.
Charlotte from WI survey Answers
1. Have you ever pooped or peed in your car?
Yes, I was 8 and my parents were doing a cross-country drive. They had been profusely praising of my sister, 2 years older than me, for anticipating bathroom needs and making good decisions, whatever that meant. On I35, about an hour into our trip segment, I had to poop, but my dad asked why I hadn't said anything at the last rest stop. He cussed and used some big words that I didn't understand. But my sister got a laugh out of it. So I did a little fart and dropped a medium size crap ball in my shorts. I was lucky because I kept my legs close together and it didn't smell. About 50 miles later at another stop for my sister's needs I took care of it. Luckily my dad didn't come in. I faked crapping by sitting on the toilet, I took a piece of toilet paper and lifted the ball out of my pants and dropped it between my legs in the toilet. There was very little damage to my white underwear.
2. How much do you fart when you pee?
Very little by the time I was about 12. Guys were given a hard time at the urinals if they did that.
3. Are/were your parents open to your toilet fun?
No. When dad took me into a public bathroom he would say "done & out," which meant no lingering or off-task behavior. When traveling, he and I would crap next to one another in adjacent booths. He would dump and be out within 2 minutes and back at the car. He sent my sister back to yell at me to hurry up. Then he would make a joke about whether I "fell in."
4. Name your favorite posters and stories on here that should be read?
This goes back a few years. I'd say Vincene, Tlana, Braidy, Thunder and
Curious Cody.
For Violet Indigo:
What do you mean by not understanding why urinals are so normalized? They may be somewhat fearful to us guys at first but I think most of us just go along with the flow (bad pun!).
For Nytecat:
Me and my best friend in 5th & 6th grades loved to "cross swords" in the school bathroom. But we did lift the seat first. But we still didn't win Students of the Week.
Annie
Huge dark bent poop
I've been bloated and uncomfortable for most of the day though I pooped this morning somewhat big. This morning I had spicy soup with green leafy vegetables, bananas and rice. For lunch I had red rice with green beans, beef or pork and a cup of green tea. A few minutes ago I had to go upstairs to the main level (since someone was taking ages in the washroom) to go to the washroom. And I knew it would be a lot. I had my Walmart bag with me, went to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door and walked to the toilet. Pulled my pants and underwear down, sat on the toilet, peed first then pushed out a huge solid poop that seemed to keep coming. It finally finished coming out and laid in the toilet. Reached into my Walmart bag, pulled out the toilet paper, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag and put the Walmart bag on the floor. Wiped my vagina first then wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. WOW! There was a huge thick dark bent poop in the toilet! And I'm not 100% empty yet. But that was a lot! Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, turned off the light, opened the door, went to the kitchen and downstairs. Why didn't I use the downstairs washroom? The water in our toilet for some reason is very low (not me) so I wanted to use a toilet with a normal water level. Went to the outside of my room, took those flip flops off, went into my room, put THOSE flip flops on, dried my hands on the towels and now writing this. Second big poop today. Hopefully I will have another one later. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and having a good weekend so far.
Happy peeing and pooping!
AnnieThunder
Incontinence undies
I start off, referring to Pete and the bidet. I note Mins and her crushes find that if you wiggle around on the bidet it does a much better job of cleaning . I note Mina uses toilet paper after the bidet and does the toilet paper that is clean after use . My bidet warm air facility, however are usually have a shower after my sit on the toilet or my incontinence, undies, psych up any moisture.
Last week, I had a medical exam and a couple of needles and on the way home I walked past my therapist and decided to go in and move my bowels. She sat me on the toilet and had me come forward a massage, my bottom while I evacuated. I sat for several minutes longer as I was so extremely exhausted. Of course you wipe my bottom. A short time light back at work. I had a wee and sat down for it. My bottom was still very dirty, but I think it was because I did a fart earlier. I'm having lots of trouble with anal leakage . I really could not manage without incontinence underwear. I know they are a problem they cost a lot but due to my condition the government pays for it and also they consume resources and constitute a lot of land waste . I know it is wasteful and bad the planet, but I would never want to be without incontinence underwear.
I am suggesting readers think about this because it could be a great help if you have a period or a constipated and I've read a few post whereby people have really needed to poo fast and with incontinence underwear you just go in it if you need to. Just dispose of it that is it. Makes sure you have a good shower though. I have read about Mrs Bigandhard and her constipation and big hard stools. Put on incontinent underwear. Forget about sitting on the toilet and start doing some exercises like squats or lay on the ground with your knees up to your chest and push it might give a much easier and better result. Of course it will be messy but at least objective achieved and much safer than sitting on the toilet for so long and getting haemorrhoids. Also those have a bit of a leaking bladder incontinence underwear manages all this very well. Something to think about.
Thunder.Portia Sometimes Poos
The First Time I Made Number Two Outside in the Woods
Hello all, so I've been meaning to write this for some time. I had started working on this months ago but forgot about finishing it and lost the copy I made. But recently I've been bored and decided to fill the time working on writing about the first time I ever pooed in the woods. I started writing and that let me down a memory rabbit hole trying to get a story out with the character limit in mind. Somehow I pretty much was able to max that out in the end. It's a written mess, but I hope y'all enjoy it.
Note, after reading through this story I have realized that the voice and perspective of this story is me nowadays. Given how long ago this story was set (I'm a sophomore in college and this was from 7th grade) my memories aren't perfect and some stuff I say might not be entirely correct and filled in for a complete story. Also, I want to stay anonymous so locations will be vague and the names of people I interacted with might be changed for privacy's sake.
This story took place in the fall of my 7th grade. The summer prior my family had moved to a new city since my father had gotten a much better job than he previously had. Going to a new school was certainly a challenge for me as I had to let go of the few friends I had (I was one of the odd kids in school which did not help make friends). However, I was able to find a group of girls who already were close and thankfully welcomed me. There was a social closeness there that I never knew I needed. One of the classes I enjoyed most was my 7th-grade science class taught by Ms. Cary, it was that class that sparked the fire of interest in science within me and which has burned ever since. One of the anticipated events of this fall was going to be our class field trip to a local state park where we would walk through the woods while the teachers pointed out the many natural features there. This was a centerpiece of the 7th grade's learning for around two months so the teachers were getting us excited for it and the whole week leading up to the Friday field trip were lectures of preparation.
One of the lectures in particular has stuck out to me as it ended up being much more relevant than I would have expected. The Monday before the hike, Ms. Cary was teaching and giving us many tips for our hike when she told us that what she was about to talk about was an important one. Ms. Cary began to teach us what to do if we needed to "go" in the woods. She played out a few ground rules, namely that the woods would work like class where we would have to go up to her and ask before we went into the woods. Ms. Cary said she would also ask us if we were going either number one (peeing) or number two (pooping). This was so she would know how long it would take us to do our business in the woods and how much toilet paper she would give to us (which she would carry and give out to whoever needed it). One of the rules that was set out was that only one person at a time could go out to make number two or number one unless there were multiple people of the same sex who all had to make number one. This was to ensure privacy which she knew would be a concern to all of us who probably had never done anything like this.
Then at the blackboard, she went into teaching the proper technique. First, she went over making number one which is different for boys and girls. Boys just have to "use a tree like a urinal" On the other hand girls have it a bit harder since they need to find somewhere to squat down to privately pee. She showed herself in the proper squatting form and recommended we bunch our pants and underwear waistbands around our knees when squatting. For number two the procedure would be the same for boys and girls and she recommended we go further from the trail than if we were simply doing number one as it would limit our bodily waste polluting the trail and since poos take longer that gives more privacy. Before we pooed we should dig a hole deep enough before all of it and squat over that hole when pooping. Also when both peeing and pooping any toilet paper we used to clean our privates should be dropped into the hole alongside the body waste the hole covered up afterwards. This explanation was elaborated with drawings on the chalkboard outlining the basics. I do recall someone asking Ms. Cary if she ever had to do what she just taught. To the surprise of the entire class, Ms. Cary took this question as a teaching moment and talked about it when she was out in a nearby wooded park walking her dog. Assisted by some crude (note not at all vulgar) sketches she told a quick story about how after her dog made a poop in the woods she realized that she needed to make one as well. She outlined how she walked off the trail and tied up her dog so it could not run free while she went. She told us how she went about 150 feet or so off the trail to give herself sufficient privacy. Another thing she told us about that day was that since she had not brought anything like toilet paper to wipe up she was forced to pick up leaves and use them to wipe up after she made number two. This she used to outline how important it was to ask teachers first and get toilet paper; because leaves from the forest floor are way worse to use than toilet paper. This was a surprising injection to the lesson but looking back on that lesson today I have a deep respect for her honest method of teaching that treated her students as sufficiently mature to deal with topics that are too often treated as private matters.
The next Friday was the field trip itself. Everyone was wearing athletic clothing and conversing in anticipation. I found my friends as we were hanging out in homeroom. Before we boarded the buses I and many others headed to the restrooms (a teacher pointed out this will be the last clean bathroom until we got back). I had to wait a little bit for a stall to open up but momentarily I walked in, pulled down my pants, sat down, and made a quick pee like any other day which was all I could pass. I recall hearing a girl next to me making number two audibly straining and muttering that she did not want to poop in the woods. I wiped, flushed, washed my hands, and made my way to the school buses.
The bus ride was long and we exited our city and headed to the wooded countryside. Eventually, we did enter some woods and the sunlight was not as bright with the shade of the trees. Snaking our way through hillier terrain the buses ended up in a parking lot. We got out of the buses and our teachers did a head count to make sure the groups were all in order. Ms. Cary directed us to a pair of dingy outhouses that were the bathroom for this park. Some students were desperate and headed over there including one of my friends. When my friend came back she described the dingyness of those outhouses which reeked of must and a previous visitor's poop. Thankfully for me, I did not need to go so I joined my friends and class as we headed off into the woods. The woods were magical and it was nice to be outside. We were on surprisingly steep terrain and our class moved at a slow pace snaking ourselves through the woods. There's a cool look to a thick forest as trees enclose you on both sides and the open ground beside you quickly becomes nothing but a wall of pure forest. You feel so small next to such large trees and I love that enveloping experience. With my teachers pointing out what the various sights and sounds of the forest meant there was much gain on my part, the magic was made ever more real in part due to the understanding of what made the world into what it is.
We had hiked for about two hours and were tired and desperate to stretch our legs. It was a hard walk and I needed a break. Thankfully for us, our teachers told us we were reaching the summit of our hike. there was a large spot of open ground not far from an overlook. We would be able to rest there and have lunch. I was looking forward to lunch in no part due to the tiring hill climb I was just completing. Furthermore, I had packed a nice large sandwich to eat which I was eager to wolf down. Within the due time, we were able to reach the summit. Arriving at the overlook we could see nothing but the forested valley below and the hill on the other side which blocked any furtherviews. The look alone felt like a sufficient reward for our hours of walking although that was but a reward for our minds. Finding a spot of open ground not far away our bodies too we about to be rewarded for their work with lunch. My friends and I chit-chatted as we ate the lunches we packed and drank from our water bottles. I was feeling very hungry that day and asked a few of my friends if I could eat some of the scraps of food that they had left which they gave to me. Thankfully they did because of how hungry I was. Some time after that one of my friends, Amelia, told us that she must have drank too much water on the walk since she now needed to pee. Someone reminded her that there were no bathrooms and she would have to do it somewhere in the woods. Amelia seemed desperate and did not care so I told her that she should go over and tell Ms. Cary and get any toilet paper she needed. With that in mind, she promptly left all her things with us and briskly walked to where Ms. Cary was standing. With curiosity, my eyes tracked her as she walked up to Ms. Cary and had a short inaudible conversation. After that I observed her scurry away and my eyes observed her until thick foliage obscured her body. A few minutes later, Amelia returned and interrupted us. One of us asked her how it went and she explained how much she needed to go then which justified it. Amelia further replied that she was thankful that she only had to go number one saying acknowledging that she was embarrassed to merely poop in the school bathrooms let alone do that in the middle of the woods on a field trip.
My lunch was filling, to say the least, I was surprised I was that hungry but I guess that's what an hour of walking in the woods does for you. I could feel my gut digesting my meal as our class filed out of our lunchtime spot. Within some time I could feel some rumbling and gas movement down there, I ignored it even while I could feel myself passing gas. I was too busy enjoying the noon time nature and spending my school day socializing with friends instead of doing some dull assignment. All the time we were walking I could hear the chirping of birds and the rusling of leaves. There was a majestic bliss to the whole environment and a sense of calm was utterly pervasive. I was able to zone out the various side conversations and I was distracted by nature while my teachers stopped us every few minutes to ensure the back caught up to the front and to explain some little features of the forest, like a distinct tree or rock formation. I don't remember what I learned that day but I do feel that a lot was gone over during that trip given how long afterward our teachers spent talking about related topics. But, there was something else that distracted me even from tantalizing nature, my stomach. A slight gurgling in my abdomen could be felt on many occasions even to the point that I was passing a little gas.
I Ignored my abdomen for a little while and continued to chat with friends but that stomach stirring would not cease. I was joking with my friends about how I was so hungry I even ate some of my friend's food and how I was full now although joking I would eat some of the random plants on the ground. Our group continued down the hill and in the distance we could hear the sound of running water. Somehow my mind associated those sounds with something inside me and I was reminded of my body's urges. There was a slight urge to pee since I did drink prior but something else as well. My abdomen was stirring like it does before I get the urge to poo. Since I was in the woods this was something I did not want to consider and I blocked the thought of it for some time more. Yet, these signals were persistent and I could not deny the clear urge to poo developing inside of me. I remembered that it had been some time since I had last gone to poop and I had just eaten a substantial amount of food. But I reasoned that I could probably hold it for longer since I knew I did not even consider the alternative. I realized there were no good choices for me, either hold in expectation of a cleaner bathroom knowing how nasty the next foreseeable options would be, or embrace the necessity of said options. Recalling what Ms. Cary said and acknowledging my surroundings I knew that going poo now clearly meant going poo outside. But the urges were clear and demanded a response. The feeling of full bowels down there was consuming my thoughts and I was steadily realizing that I could not hold this for long.
With that reality in mind, I had little choice remaining and the option I'd rather not take was the only one remaining. Around this point, I whispered to one of my friends, "Hey I think I have to make a number two" She asked me if I could hold it but I responded with doubt that I could for long. She was unsure about what to do especially because I was unusually blunt with talk of my bodily functions. But the embarrassment of what I might have to do was slowly making itself apparent. I was developing butterflies in my stomach about the thought of pooping outside. Thinking about how it would be was not helpful although thinking about it first reminded me of why I needed to do it in the first place. I collected my thoughts and knew I would have to go move my bowels pretty soon. We were taking a different path and I had no idea how long it would take our class to make it back to proper toilets. waiting was becoming clear to me a luxury I was not given. I remembered how gross my friend said toilets back at the bus were and reasoned that the woods could not be that much worse.
The feeling of embarrassment that I would have to squat with my rear end out and pants down laying a load was not something I wanted to do. But I could feel my bodily urges within me and I was sure I could not hold it in me until whenever our class got back to the parking lot and the disgusting outhouses there. I recalled what Ms. Cary talked about in that class and passed a bunch of kids to where she was walking. I muttered to Ms. Cary, "I have to go to the bathroom, I can't hold it". Ms. Cary's calm nature was apparent and she addressed me, "OK Portia this is no big deal, tell me do you have to go number one or go number two" I knew I needed to be honest in front of her and said quietly, "number two" Ms. Cary looked a bit taken aback by what I had said (I don't think any of my classmates went to go number two on this hike). However, Ms. Cary responded in her usual calm authoritative voice saying, "Remember to find somewhere far enough from the trail and make sure to do it just how I taught you all in class" handing a thin roll of toilet paper to me she continued, "make sure to thoroughly clean yourself up afterward just as you would on the toilet. Now let's wait a little bit for this boy just went out to pee" After a little while another boy returned to Ms. Cary and with that she tapped my shoulder and said, "Portia, go out there and just get it done, you've got this"
The Climax from leaving the teachers to returning:
With the roll of toilet paper in my hand and permission to depart the trail from Ms. Cary, I knew that now was the time for action. With the knowledge that I would be pooping soon the thought of it had taken over my mind at this moment I had crossed the point of no return I would leave my class, go into the woods, and for the first time in my life I would squat down and defecate. There was a whole storm of emotions inside of me, this deep fear of being seen and my internal modesty which has been ingrained into me for my whole life was contrasted by an honest excitement of doing something so radically new that my heart was beating at an elevated race. I began to turn right from the trail heading for a rise in the landscape with many trees that could conceal my act. The terrain was rough with many bushes and small trees making up the floodplain we were walking on. I mostly had to look down to make sure I did not trip over a root or get my legs caught in some thorny bushes. I walked with the single purpose of finding a site, looking back I realize how many people could have seen me but also how little of them would have cared since many people, boys and girls, had taken detours off the path to relieve themselves (although I am sure little to none of them we to make number two). At a certain distance, the ground did rise and foliage blocked a clear view of my class walking on the trail. At this point I begin to look for a site, I recalled what Ms. Cary had instructed us prior and knew that a large tree would obscure anyone seeing you poo and I was more than 50 yards as the crow flies from my class. The walking had helped stimulate my bowels and the anticipation of peeing and pooping was forcing me to hold in both my feces and urine.
Ahead of me was a well-sized tree and I was pretty sure that would do. Walking up to it, I made sure to face opposite where the trail was and bent down to one knee placing my roll of toilet paper on the ground. I remembered that Ms. Cary wanted us to prepare a small hole if we were to make number two in the woods. As a result, I swept some of the fallen leaves and with my hand pushed some loose soil to the side a prepare a rough area to squat over. My nerves were even greater now and I was actively making sure nothing inside would slip out too soon. I got up and moved my legs to both sides of the area I cleared and stared at the tree hoping that I had picked a spot far enough from the wandering eyes of my classmates. At this point, I begin to think to myself, "I am literally about to poop, on a class trip, in the literal woods and am about to pull down my pants and expose my behind in public". There is something crazy about that one thing and that series of emotions that was running through my head at that moment gave me a strange sense of excitement, a high that making number two and number one outside has delivered to the present day. While I was thinking of all of that (I'll note that was a bit of a tangent) the call of nature had yet to be answered. My legs were in position, and my fingers fiddled with the drawstring around the waist of my black sweatpants and untied the knot. Then, I grabbed at the elastic waistbands of my sweatpants and underwear I pulled my bottoms around my rear end and down to my knees exposing my buttocks in the process. It was go time and there was barely hesitation in my action as I let my pants and undies fall to the ground. At this point, I began to bend my legs into a partial squat, I then continued to lower myself pointing my rear end out. I could feel the air grace my rear end and touch my private parts, I'll note there was something strange about that feeling that does not happen otherwise. My anticipation was felt and the strong pain and fullness which drive the body to pee and poo required active effort
Lowered into a deep squat, I released a stream of urine with one hand grabbing my pants to ensure I did not accidentally let them touch the dirt where a small puddle was emerging before my eyes. Looking down at my crotch I was able to see the pee come out with more clarity than I usually do when I am sitting on the toilet. While I felt relief by making that pee there was still the pressure from a large mass of poo inside of me that had not escaped me yet. Taking a deep breath I looked down at the now damp ground and began to push. Immediately I saw the brown jagged head of it poking out. With a second, intentional push came out from me came the rest of this long log sliding through my anus and dropping to the forest floor with a quiet but audible thud. Looking down at what I had just made I was somewhat impressed that my body had held such a large volume of poop for that long (I don't know for how long I held in that poop) for I could see how both long a wide it was the middle section having many cracks in it alongside numerous visible pieces of undigested food matter (a complete record of my last few days of eating for sure). Feeling a bit more inside of me I continued to push and from my butt, I could hear and feel a notable fart. With some more abdominal pushing, I passed more urine and possibly some minor chunks of fecal matter from my rear end. Within only a few seconds of that substantial log-like mass of poop being passed out from me, I could smell an utterly foul odor of my feces which was accompanied by the smells of the decaying leaves of the forest. At this point, I had to reckon with the fundamental nastyness of defecating in the woods although there was nothing I could do about it now. From my own experience, whenever I poop outside the smell of my poop is more intense (must be the toilet water that limits the foul smells). I could feel a sense of lightness and relief now that I was able to empty my bowels, furthermore, this sense of excitement came not only from making number two but also from the fact that I was doing it facing a tree in the middle of the forest part naked.
Right around then, I was ready to begin "taking care of the paperwork". While still in the squat, I lifted myself a bit higher and reached for the roll of toilet paper I had placed down. With one hand on top of the roll, I was able to grab a few sheets of toilet paper, and moving my arm underneath my rear end, I started to wipe. I could feel a little bit stuck there and used the paper to wipe it away dropping the poo-stained paper on top of my large log of poop. I grabbed another sheet and repeated that action. At this point, I could feel a small second wind and pushed again causing another piece of poo to plop from my rear end and get stuck on my behind. Grabbing some toilet paper I was able to clean it up. With a couple more sheets of toilet paper I made sure that my behind was thoroughly wiped as I knew full well I would not at all want to continue my hike with a dirty behind. Around this point, I stood up from my squat and pulled up first my underwear and then my sweatpants, then tied the drawstring tightly. I then bent over and grabbed the roll of toilet paper. With a succession of sweeping actions with my shoes, I was able to successfully push leaves over my waste and toilet paper to hide it from the public. Now with a lighter load down there and no need to hold it in, I could move a bit quicker around the tree and down the hill.
It was only a few minutes scrambling past roots and many thick bushes and ending up back at the trail. Walking at a brisk pace I caught up to the stragglers and then caught up with my friends who were glad to see me return after my strangely long absence from them and I knew immediately I would need to satisfy their curiosity.
Immediately one of the girls asked me quietly, "Where did you go? You just walked away down to Ms. Cary". I was beginning to feel embarrassed and was not sure what to say delaying to avoid any potential embarrassment. This was becoming harder as the friends I was walking this whole time came up closer out of curiosity. Immediately one of my friends (not sure whom) whispered and said with a jumpy tone, "Portia told me before she had to make number two, I'm pretty sure Portia just made a poop in the woods" She then turned to me, and asked, "did you really?" Nodding yes I then witnessed a subtle feeling of surprise among my friends not expecting me of all people to have just done what I did. I recall being asked some questions although it seemed no one wanted to get into the gross details of what I just did. While I expected to be embarrassed, how my friends reacted to me telling them I had pooped outside gave me relief and calm. I don't remember what exactly we talked about in the moments after aside from a remark by one of my friends that I had left a surprising present for the deer later to which I too was able to get a chuckle out of. I do think my friends were honestly impressed that I was confident enough to leave the class and make a dump in the woods. To be honest, I had to poo so badly I did not have the freedom to not poop then and there. Shortly after, the class had all made their way back to where the buses were parked and the pathetic bathroom facilities to which there was a great line. However, for me, going number one and two in the woods less than an hour prior meant I did not need to go again until I was home. That day was momentous for me showing me that defecation outside is not something to fear and implanting in me a sense of excitement. This has driven me to view the great outdoors not only as a world of natural beauty but also when need be a convenient place to make both number one and number two.