Desperate Man
Recent Accident
Hello everyone. This is my first post, but I have been reading for years and years. I'm a 31 year old male who is pretty athletic and I'm not too bad looking. I recently had an accident and thought I would share.
A few weeks ago, I was on my wah to work when I noticed I had to go number 2. I have really bad public bathroom anxiety, so I don't poop in public. I normally have no problem holding it in, so I thought nothing of it. I work evenings, and work alone so I wasn't worried about having to hide my urge from others. I was fine the first half of my shift, but about halfway through, I noticed a sudden urgency. It was getting to the point where I had to clench my cheeks at points and was constantly farting. I was considering going and finding a bathroom, but was too scared and I kept telling myself I could hold it in.
I had made it through my shift and was cleaning up and putting everything away. The need to go was getting bad, and I was doing the poop shuffle. I thought about going and using the bathroom, but I work in a public facility and was worried someone would come in. I live alone, so in the back of my mind I wasn't worried about someone being home when I got home being super desperate to go. I got everything put away and made it out to my car. I was turtle heading at this point and couldn't stand straight, but I was determined to make it home. It was still daylight out, so I didnt want to act to suspicious. Sitting down in the car helped keep everything in, but I kept having stomach muscle spasms and there were points wherey body was pushing, but the car seat was stopping it from coming out. I made it home barely, and I just had to make it inside. I knew standing up out of the car was going to be a struggle. I have to park in the street in front of my house, and walk up to the front door. I got out of the car and had to stand there for a moment and clench. Hopefully, none of my neighbors could see me. I made it through the cramp and started walking up the sidewalk. I made it about halfway to the door, when I got another cramp. I clenched my cheeks and kind of bent my knees forward and knew I was going to have an accident. Luckily I was in boxer briefs and kind of tight jeans so I knew it wouldn't run down my legs. Ii was worried my neighbors were watching, so I stood straight up and just walked to the front door. As I was walking, the poop was coming out. It was giant and solid and definitely made a bulge. When I got to the front door, I was hidden away from anyone seeing me si I just felly let go. It was the most relieving and biggest poop of my life. While I was pooping, I let go of my bladder and just stood their sighing in relief. It was a euphoric feeling. I went inside and cleaned up and have learned my lesson about holding it in as long.
Annie
Fairly big thick solid ish poop
Hi everyone. I hope you're all doing well, staying safe, healthy and happy. Got up this morning around 8:30, grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar and went to the washroom to pee and brush my teeth. Afterwards went upstairs, microwaved breakfast for 4:30 minutes (she usually leaves a pre-cooked breakfast on the table that needs to be microwaved. This was a ???? looking soup with long mushrooms (they were white with a long stem), a egg that was hiding in the soup, bananas that were chopped up, all of this in spicy chili pepper soup. It was good and hot when it finished microwaving. I put on oven mitts to take it to the table to avoid burning myself. Breakfast was delicious and I ate slowly. My caregiver's ex husband came out of the room (he's been trying to take over a lot of the cleaning, cooking, shopping etc while my caregiver has been sick) to point out the new medication package on the table (each week I am given a new one since this way of taking medication is easier. The drug store pre packages all my medications in a weekly blister pack so that it's easier for me). After breakfast I took my morning (9 AM) medications, took my Walmart bag and water jar downstairs and went to my room.
Finally about 5 minutes ago I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put the flip flops outside my room on, closed the door, walked to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my dark sweatpants and beige high cut underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot (whoosh!) then pushed out a pretty big thick poop an hour after finishing breakfast. And there was a lot. When I was done I rolled up my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag for the last of the toilet paper, wiped my vagina first then wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Tossed 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! This was fairly big about 2 to 2 1/2 feet long, thick, dark ish and just impressive. I'm not 100% empty yet but I feel better. Flushed the toilet, waited for the toilet to refill after flushing then flushed again to be sure. Yup. Picked up the Walmart bag, went to the door, turned off the light, opened the door, went to my room, grabbed my water jar and jug, went upstairs, refilled my water jar and jug, washed my hands, dried them and that's that. I hope everyone is having a good Thursday so far and is staying safe, happy, healthy.
Happy peeing and pooping!
AnnieJW
For Kristi
Hi,
I'm going through the same thing you were/are right now. I have a BAD cold and I don't feel like putting in the effort I usually need to to have a bowel movement. I usually have to push and bear down REALLY HARD to get the job done.
May I ask what kind of suppositories you us?. I've found the most effective to be Fleets Liquid glycerin. They usually get me going pretty quickly, although I still have to bear down hard even with that. The solid glycerin do me no good at all. They don't give me any desire to bear down at all, without that "urge" I find it doubly hard to go.~~ JWScooter
Soft serve at the mall
Today I ate at a Ramen noodle restaurant that I had never tried. The food was good but a little spicy; however, I did eat the whole, bowl. It was a late lunch. I do usually poop in the afternoon so I should not have been surprised but after we ate my wife and I walked around a nearby mall looking for an ice cream place. As we were walking my urge to have a BM was getting stronger. As we got to the food court I had to go to the bathroom that had two stalls on opposite sides of the room (an unusual set-up) with big gaps in the stall doors so what my thighs were exposed and everyone in the bathroom knew I was taking a huge poop. I never did get my soft serve ice cream but did need to poop out three intense rounds of soft serve poop. I know this could be different from most but I always wipe by reaching between my legs so people could see me spread my legs and wiping. Of course since it was soft serve poop I had to wipe 6 or 7 times. Everyone in there could see me so it was incredibly embarrassing, but a huge relief to get that massive poop out of my body! I think I'm going to stay away from Ramen restaurants for a long while!Nickel
SOON IT BE OUTDOOR CAMPING SEASON
Just curious, Where are most of you be going in camping or hiking? Will it be in a camping park, where there be toilets or outhouses. or places in the wild where you have to go in the wild? Where you go will there be lots of people or away from most?
It it away I do hope that you bring the tp back and into the garbage and not leave it on the ground. The deposit is okey it will be part of the ground. If there is a lot of people I hope you dig a hole for the deposit.
Make a small print where you are at.
What your plans?
Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
Yes Esme we remember you!!
Dear Esme,
Of course we remember you! We missed you! We are so happy, that you are back. And it is very nice story! Kazu feels empathy with you very much. You said, toilet seat was very comfy for your bottom. Kazumi says same thing. Actually when we bought new toilet, Kazu sat on it in show room. She didn't say why because salesperson maybe think she is crazy, but her three crushes knew why! Because she wanted test feeling of her bottom.
Esme, we missed you so much. We sometimes talked about you when we defecating all together. About 2 or three times Kazu said, "I love Esme" and one of those times was when she was on loo sitting on seat which suit her bottom very much and dropping huge mierda many times. Immediately after she said, she dropped huge long mierda, soft serve type, bururururururururu. She stood up at once because she feel its big size, perhaps Hisae have to flush, and maybe 95% of loo was full so Hisae flushed, then Kazu sat down again and produced burururururururu three more times, then little pieces for about 5 minutes, so she was on loo about 15 minutes.
Maybe you were on loo in box type department store about 15 minutes? You were alone all that time? We ask, which you like better, to be alone or to have neighbour who also is defecating? We don't mind, either is OK. We are not interested so much in defecate of woman who we don't know, but interested a little, because when someone defecating, we always think, "we hope you (neighbour in next loo) can defecate lots and lots and feel wonderful afterwards!"
Kazumi says she wants to be your neighbour when you and she defecating very lots at same time. Perhaps impossible because this site anonymous. But if we have an imagination, it is possible maybe. We said to Kazu, and she was happy to hear. "I am sure Esme is very very beautiful," Kazu said.
We are looking forward other two your stories!
Love to Everyone.
Chakamami
P.S. Mina and Mari went business trip again and same city, so we pushed out our mierda in same airport loo, before taking aeroplane back to our city. We had mistake before; that ladies' room has 8 stalls, not 10. It was not crowded, so we could sit there long time. We like those loos because you can hear plop sound well. So Mina could hear Mari's many plops, and Mari could hear Mina's many plops. Those loos have otohimé, it is mean you push button and loo makes false flush sound to hide real plop sound, but Mina and Mari not interested in that. At end, both Mina and Mari made some burururururu style. And both Mina and Mari had to flush three times. Of course giggle a lots.
Regular Mike
Christmas bathroom visitor
I have a short story about being seen on the toilet by a girl who was three years older than me. This happened when I was four or five years old. It was the Christmas season and my family was visiting the home of good family friends of ours. During our traditional Christmas gift exchange, I went to the bathroom to go poop. The bathroom was immediately next to the family room where we were opening presents.
I was sitting on the toilet going poop. While I was sitting there, one of the girls of the host family came into the bathroom to find me. She had a present that was for me. I don't know why it had already been opened, but she had it in her hands and for some reason she thought I needed to know right away what I had been given! The toilet was in the opposite corner of the bathroom from the door. So she walked all the way over to right in front of me to show me what I had received. I remember she asked me, "Are you going poo poo?" I remember just slowly nodding my head in response as I looked up at her. I guess I was a little bit caught off guard and a little embarrassed, but certainly not mortified. I had known her all my life up to that point, and I knew her as a sweet girl. She was like a big sister to me. So, I just took the experience as a caring act on her part.
I remember that as a very sweet memory. While my mom was an excellent mother, I seem to recall that my mom could be a bit impatient in my toilet training. I was a late bloomer, I think, in becoming fully independent in cleaning myself after pooping. So I probably picked up on some impatience on the part of my mom for some time. I don't know-it's been a while! But, in any case, I found being seen and talked to so lovingly and patiently while sitting on the toilet to be a very comforting experience.
VioletIndigo
Kindergarten memory + Elphaba and openness stories
Hello everybody,
Tricky's story about kindergarten reminded me about one of my own from kindergarten.
I was around 5 years old, and I remember being in the classroom - I think we were working on some kind of activity, I don't quite remember. My memory of this event is pretty vague. I just remember standing up, having liquid diarrhea soak my clothes, and telling the teacher's assistant "I diarrhea-ed myself!" I vaguely remember my diarrhea dripping onto the floor.
The teacher's aid, this middle-aged or elderly white woman, chastised me (I don't remember what she said) and brought me to the principal's office. The principal called home and my parents had to pick me up. As I waited for my parents to pick me up, I had to sit in my shit-soaked underwear.
I forgot about this memory until now. I don't remember the kids around me making fun of me. I also don't remember being embarrassed, for some reason. If I recall correctly, I thought it was cool that I was being permitted to leave school early.
To Elphaba, this is my experience getting over poop-shyness:
I used to be super embarrassed to talk about pooping/farting in front of people I was close to. My best friend and I met in high school when we were teenagers (around 14 or 15), and I think being friends with her helped me to be more open because she herself is really open. For context, she's a woman of East Asian heritage, and she's short and slightly pudgy. Dark hair, dark eyes, light skin. She has more or less looked the same for the entire time I've known her.
We're both gamers, and I can remember being in calls with her back in the day early into our friendship. She would just start to giggle, I'd ask "what's up" and she'd say "I farted," and I would just laugh along not sure of what to say. I would never declare when I farted. We would use public bathrooms together for reasons other than pooping.
I remember being maybe 16 and going into a movie theater bathroom with her to pee. I really needed to fart but I also needed to pee. I was too embarrassed to fart around her. I pulled down my pants and underwear, sat on the toilet, and realized it would be impossible to pee without farting so I just held my pee, pretended to pee, and then stood up. I held the pee and fart for another hour before going back to the bathroom alone to let it out, and I was in so much pain. She wasn't embarrassed to fart around me though, so I'm not sure why I was so embarrassed to fart around her since she wouldn't judge me for it.
I also remember this guy friend of mine, who had (for some reason) told me that he had a crush on my friend was sketching something in front of my friend and I. "Is that a big ass turd?" my best friend asked the guy. His face turned red in embarrassment, "no, it's a snake!" he said. "Looks like a turd to me," she said. I was just cackling, I thought it was so funny. This was in high school and this guy didn't really have girl friends besides me (but as we've established I was pretty closed-off about my bathroom habits), and so I think he was embarrassed to hear us making toilet humor (especially since he had a crush on her), which made the situation even funnier.
A few years into our friendship, maybe when we were 17 or 18, when one of us would go to the bathroom the other would say "good luck" or "don't fall in." It became a running joke that persists to this day, so many years later.
In college we started to spend more time with each other, and I think in that I started to care less. We would do sleepovers where would we get drunk and just chill on occasion, and I could hear her bathroom sounds and she could hear mine, and I think in the process I got over my embarrassment. We also did some traveling together, and sharing living spaces in that context also forced me to be more open. I started to embrace the poop/fart/pee humor.
She would text me things like "I'm taking a massive dump at school right now" and I would start to do the same thing. We'd even start to send each other toilet selfies. We've never done any buddy dumping, but I'm okay with that. I'm completely comfortable farting around her now, I don't care and I even think it's funny.
I'm way more comfortable talking/joking about me pooping or farting around other friends of mine at least in part because my friend is so open about it. I don't know if I'd have been more willing to talk about pooping or farting like I am now had she not been in my life. Her whole family was way more open about the bathroom stuff than my family, so I think that contributed a lot to our attitudes about it when we met each other. It's wild how much the messaging parents send their kids about the topic of bathroom-related stuff affects their attitudes later in life.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that getting comfortable with talking about pooping or farting near people you're close to is a process. For me it took years, and I'm still working on it, but it's possible. Having a friend around you who's understanding can make a huge difference.
VioletIndigo
A Sneezy Soaker (ASS)
I am older and thus leak urine. I had 10, yes, 10 gigantic deep sneezes as if the nasal cavity was getting rid of a ton of dust. I could barely pause before the next one came upon me. I was getting wetter and wetter with each sneeze and by the last one my pajama pants were absolutely soaked. I put them into the laundry.
Annie
Kind of hard but big poop 2 hours after breakfast
Got up this morning, grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off and went to the washroom to pee and brushed my teeth. Had to microwave a bowl of bananas chopped up in water for about 3 minutes. It was lukewarm but didn't feel like putting it back into the microwave. Ate it slowly chewing well. Drank the water (tipped the bowl to my mouth) when I was done and took my 9 AM medications. Took my stuff and went downstairs being careful and quiet not to disturb my caregiver. A few minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put on the flip flops outside my room, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and black underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a lot of fairly hard, big poop. Only took about 30 seconds. Once I was done I stood up, turned around to look. It took up most of the toilet bowl, was hard, looked dry ish and dark (yuck). I took the roll of toilet paper out, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. Wiped my vagina first then wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, flushed, flushed again to be sure, pulled my pants and underwear up and washed my hands well at the sink. Hopefully I can poop more later and tomorrow at my exercise program after my coffee lol. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.
Happy peeing and pooping!
AnnieLibrarypooper
First coed poop
So the library at my school has coed bathrooms. Today was the first day of the spring term. I had been having the shits all morning. I had gone in one time and blew it up when suddenly i had company. Female company. I hadnt even thought about this. She peed and went to the sinks while i tried to flush. I had clogged it. So now i had to walk out and face this woman who could probably tell i had clogged the toilet. She was a brunette, curves in the right places, and her hair in a pony tail. We shared an awkward look as i realized how badly i had stunk up the room. We then left. About an hour later....i had to shit again. I went in the handicapped stall. Suddenly someone bursts in. I go silent. I see the shoes...its the same girl as before! She goes into my still clogged stall and says "WHEW" and goes rushing into the one that's kind of off from the main 3 stalls. I don't think she noticed my feet. I hear her peeing again and think I'm gonna be in the clear soon. Suddenly, she starts ripling major ass. Liquid and gas spraying out. She exploded more or less continuoualy for about 20 seconds. Her shit easily matched mine. Then she left without noticing me it seemed like. What a day.Maria
Answer to Nickel
I am planning to go for a quite long biking and camping vacation. I will bike almost 2000 kilometers and spend around two months on the tour. Most nights I will spend in a tent. I am 19 years old and I will finish school in June and continue at University in late August.
I will bike alone most of the time. My mother might join in for a few days in late July and possibly also my best friend when she comes home from vacation with her family in early August
I got the idea when I last summer biked for six days from home to visit my grandparents. Then I slept every night in a tent somewhere in the wilderness along the route. Then I pooped outside every day and found that to be no problem at all.Petro
To Princess Toadstool Peach:
Hi, Princess Toadstool Peach!
Last time I asked you some questions in the middle of February (p. 3055) about your pooping as you were a young child. Now I'd like to ask you some questions about the pooping of Baby Peach, if you don't mind (I wrote about this intention in the same post).
1. Is it usually difficult for her to make a poo? Has she to strain a lot for pushing her poo out?
2. As she was doing her poo near the tree on the day you told on the page 3045 about, was it difficult for her? Had she to push a lot before her poo came of her butt? And as she was doing it at home on the same day after your returning home with her, was it difficult for her? As she pushed and her face turned bright red, does it mean that pooping was not easy for her?
3. Does she usually fart before she starts pooping?
4. As she sits down on her potty for making a poo, has she to push a lot, before something comes out?
5. Does she always poop by herself? Are an enema or suppositories ever used for her?
6. Does she usually make a poo as she feels she has to do it? Does she ever sit down on her potty and try to poop without having an urge for it? Would she be able to poop in that case?
7. Has she ever a situation as she sits down on her potty for doing a poo and starts pushing, but can't push her poo out? And has she situations as she has to push for a long time for making her poo?
8. As she makes her poo, does she usually push one big turd out, or does she poop more often several ones out?
9. Does she ever push a huge poop out? If she does, does she make it often?
10. Does she like pooping?
11. If she pushes a big poo out, is she proud of it? Does she use to show it to somebody?
12. Does she ever try to make a poo after peeing?
13. Does she make a poo at some certain time of the day or is it at different times as a rule?
14. Does she usually do a poo as she feels an urge for it? Or is she more often put on her potty and told to try making a poo?
15. And I'd also like to ask you: as you made a poo a few days ago ("A Really Long Wee + A couple of Farts/Massive Thick Poos", you wrote this story in the end of March), was it difficult for you to push out these thick 5 inch heavy poos? Were you straining a lot for doing it?
I wish you and Baby Peach happy pooping and peeing!
Petro
Oops! Mom Caught Me on the Toilet at School!
I didn't have too many problems going to the bathroom during grade school or middle school. Before I started 1st grade mom had me do some seat wipes, me wipes and some practice flushes at home. Pushing down on the flusher at school was much harder than just flicking the flusher at home.
As I got older I kept discovering some other things I didn't like while using the school bathrooms. The flushes, when I could get them to work, looked and sounded like eruptions of a volcano. When they didn't work I got these dumb looks from the girl replacing me when she saw what I had left in the bowl. A few said something nasty but mom had taught me to just smile and walk away. Then sometimes in the hall or at lunch I often would see that user again. I got a smirk or sneer.
Then at middle school only one toilet out of a row of 8 or 9 going two ways had a privacy door. Now I didn't have the confidence that I partially got that previous year. Many of the users wore loose dresses that would cover their privates while seated. Those of us who preferred jeans didn't dare drop them to the floor while we crapped. What worked at home or a friend's house no longer did it. I peed my panties a few times during a passing period. I didn't want to drop them low enough since I didn't want to expose my privates. Even pulling the elastic didn't work well at first.
Later that year I had gained more confidence in using the toilets at school. I kept my head toward my lap as much as I could and I didn't want to spend more than one second more seated than I needed to. It took me a bit longer to get my bowels to move than I would have liked. Some of the verbal shots I took also hurt me. To those girls I just wanted to shout off 'F you, drop dead.' But that just would have caused more trouble. I didn't need any more detentions.
In 8th grade I realized I had gained more experience in using the school bathrooms. The privacy didn't get any better. I heard that some of the parents convinced the principals to put doors back on one or two of the toilets in each bathroom. But with the bathrooms consistently in use throughout the day, you had about a 10% chance of getting a toilet with a privacy door. In geography class at about 11 I signed out for the bathroom, after my teacher halfway embarrassed me by asking me about why I going so much to the bathroom. A few boys near her desk laughed at that. I think I heard one say something about me doing drugs in there, but the walk down the hallway caused my crap to knock even harder.
Each of the three toilets with doors was in use. I took one of the middle ones. It didn't smell that good, but it had a white seat (my favorite because it is easier to see if it is clean) and I took my seat. I immediately dropped two pieces of soft crap. Then I had to fiercely push out what was the usual knobbly main even. It was hurtful and this one probably took about 5 minutes. I was out of breath from the tense pushing. When I looked up I saw my mom standing in front of me. Her arms were folded. I was late for my doctors appointment. She had interrupted the class and hadn't been talked to that nice by my teacher.
Mom started in on me right away. Said I should be sitting on toilet paper rather than the bare seat. Said I was too dumb to look for toilet paper on the roll in the cubicle. (It was out!) Said I should have waited until we got to the doctors' building because the bathroom was cleaner there. I had forgotten about the appointment. She got me some toilet paper from a nearby cubicle but was critical of me for several things: 1) not drinking enough liquids that would result in softer craps; 2) not getting up early enough in the morning to go at home before school; 3) not writing down the doctors appointment in my planner; 4) and for using the middle toilet, which she said gets 2X more use than the others around it
Brandon T
Comments & Stuff
To: Annie as always another great set of stories it sounds like you had some pretty good poops and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Chloe first welcome to the site and that sucks that there was no toilet paper for you guys.
To: Princess Toadstool Peach as always another great story.
To: Jess great story it sounds like your mom gambled and lost with that last fart, at least she made it to the toilet before it all came out.
To: Dillon great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site.Todd
Christmas Bathroom visitor
Regular Mike: did this girl talk you through it while you were sitting on the toilet? I think it's also very sweet and loving that this girl was patient with you? If you care to explain how she was, I'd like to know.
Steve A
To Scooter
I understand your situation from both sides of the spectrum:
When I was younger, my family used to live near a row of mobile houses, and one day, a guy (looked to be in his early 20's) was cutting our neighbor's grass, most likely because they were away from home at the time.
After a while, the guy rang our doorbell and asked us if he could use our bathroom. My parents surprisingly didn't have any concerns or issues, so they let him in and since he was in there for awhile, we assumed that he was pooping (he also probably peed outside since it was a rural forestry area as well)
However, I'd be reluctant to let strangers use my personal bathroom, depending on the situation, even though it would most likely be a judgment call (in the moment) if I ever find myself in a situation like that.
On an extra note, I actually asked a neighbor to use their bathroom, since our house was closed off due to various repairs being made inside, and they surprisingly let me use it, so it probably depends on homeowner and how they feel about it.Lena S.
Accident in the car
Hey everyone,
I'm back again, I saw there's another Lena now so I'm gonna go by Lena S. from now on. I'm the Lena that recently posted about going to the bathroom while camping. To recap I'm 24, have wavy brown hair, 5 foor 4 and about 130 pounds.
A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I decided to go to dinner and a movie. We decided to go to an Indian restaurant in town. I had a big lunch at work but couldn't resist the good food at the restaurant. My stomach tends to be a little sensitive, especially when I eat heavily spiced food.
Afterwards we went to the movies and saw Dune. I felt my stomach rumbling a bit during the movie but it was nothing out of control. I did fart once, but it was silent and nobody noticed. Around when the credits rolled, I started to feel my stomach turn again, and decided to try to use the bathroom on the way out. I pulled my silky black leggings and thong down and sat on the bowl, letting out a booming thunderclap of a fart when my butt hit the seat. Unfortunately, other than a dribble of pee, I couldn't get anything going. I wiped and headed out to the car to go home, still feeling full.
All the sudden, just after we got on the main highway home from the theater, my stomach rumbled again, and it cramped up. I could feel a big dump brewing in my bowels, but figured I could make it since we were only 20 minutes away. I cracked my window and tried to keep it under control. Unfortunately, for me and my thong, it was a short lived effort. Not even a mile later, I felt my bowels shift and I knew my dump was here whether I was ready or not. I tried to shift my weight in the seat to hold it in, but when I did, a wet, bubbly fart sputtered out, muffled slightly by my tight pants and the carseat. My boyfriend asked if I was okay, but before I could get an answer out, another ripe, wet fart bubbled out, and I knew it was too late. I was trying to clench but I just couldn't hold it. Warm, lumpy poop started to crackle out into my panties, and I felt my face burn red with embarrassment. It hurt so bad to try and stop it, so I just relaxed my muscles and let it come out. The poop crackled noisily as it purged into my panties. I felt it hit resistance against the car seat, and then smoosh against my butt cheeks, and squeeze into the front of my panties and up around my crotch. The relief was overwhelming but so was the amount of poop. A fart bubbled out as the poop continued to fill my panties, and it started to squish through the leg bands and smear on my legs. This was a huge load, and it didn't feel like it was done yet. I gasped, in shock, and farted another loud, wet, bubbly fart as more poop crackled out, completely filling my pants and spilling out onto my lower back. I felt my gut empty completely, before farting loudly into the mess, which sounded muffled against the mountain of warm soft poop. I felt my eyes well up with tears, and the smell was nothing short of overwhelming. My boyfriend rolled the windows down and we drove the rest of the way home as I cried with embarrassment. After we got home he asked if I needed help cleaning up, which I declined. I went to the bathroom and pulled my pants down and didn't even try to save them. I just jumped in the shower and rinsed what felt like a ton of wet smelly poop off my legs and butt. Thankfully, that was the only dump I had to take that day, and my bowels got back to normal. My boyfriend was understanding about it thankfully, but it was still mortifying.
I'll post more soon, hopefully on better terms.
Victoria
School/public toilet survey
1. What did your parents/older siblings teach you about using bathrooms away from home?
Always cover the seat in paper, and only use public restrooms when absolutely necessary.
2. What fears did you have when you first had to use a school bathroom?
How were they overcome?
I was afraid other people would laugh at the sounds of my butt exploding, but they didn't and I got over it.
3. What did your teacher say or do that was positive or negative about using the bathrooms at school?
4. Did you ever get commended or disciplined when you used a school bathroom?
Disciplined a lot, mainly by teachers because I was always late to class because I was in the bathroom.
5. Did your parents ask about how your bowel or bladder needs were being addressed at school?
No, never.
6. How old and under what conditions were you when you got over your fears about public bathrooms?
About 15 years old. I don't remember how exactly though.
Gender: Trans MTF
Age: 20
Tricky
Science Project
I was a high school Sophomore. For part of my AP Chemistry class, I had to work with students from my class on a project. There were 5 of us in total on the team, me, two other boys, and two girls. All of them were from my class. The first boy was the archetypical ubernerd, a skinny but overly tall white boy who had a face full of horrendous acne, braces, wore glasses, and behaved a bit like Napolean Dynamite, perhaps 16 years of age. The other boy was like me, extremely underdeveloped for our age, both of us being about 16 but looking 12, except he was even shorter than me, every bit as skinny, and had red hair. The first girl was a slightly short and slightly chubby one with short black hair at neck length and very pale skin. The other girl was cute, thin, athletic, with long blonde hair and was a cheerleader, but had a surprising intelligence that belied her stereotypical volley girl appearance, voice, and demeanor.
We decided after school to work on the project. The dark-haired girl's house was the location of choice. It was closest to the school and a mid-point between everyone else's home.
I'd also been holding in a massive poop since lunch time. My school had no doors on the stalls and I refused to use them. I was looking forward to using the bathroom at her house when we got there, expecting to get some privacy. The nerdy kid had to work for two hours after school, so he'd meet up with us later. So the four of us got there, and the lone bathroom near the entrance of the house by the living room we were working in wasn't available. Her mother was using it to get ready for work. The red-haired boy asked if he could use the bathroom, as soon as we got there, and was told to wait. He was first in line, since I hadn't asked yet.
My need to poop grew as we worked for the next 30 minutes. It went from pressing on my sphincter gently, to shooting pains up my digestive tract. Her mother finally exited the bathroom and headed to her bedroom, and the red-haired boy got up and excused himself.
He said "I'm about to burst."
The girl whose parents' house we were in then said "Please lift the seat first. We hate it when my brother gets pee on the seat."
He laughed and ran in, shut the door, unzipped, and took a very loud and forceful piss. Every detail could be heard, from the lifting of the seat, the clack it made against the porcelain, then the sound of pee shooting into the water. Everyone heard this long piss and not much was left to the imagination from the sound alone. The mother walked by and let the black-haired girl know she was heading to work, told her goodbye, and left, as the boy's torrent of pee could be heard throught the living room we were sitting in. I heard him release a muffled fart from inside the bathroom and the cheerleader smiled and snickered, so she obviously heard it too. The sound of frying chicken continued all the way to the last few drops of pee falling into the water, before he zipped up. The toilet flushed, the boy washed his hands, and when he exited, the two girls were awkwardly smiling at everything they just heard as if they were slightly embarrassed.
I dreaded what I needed to do, because I knew everyone there would hear it. I decided to hold it, and try to make it home to poop. This proved to be an untenable decision. Another hour and a half or so passed as we continued the project. The fifth member of the team should be arriving any minute now, when in no uncertain terms my GI tract lost its patience. I felt a fart and tried to slip it out silently to ease the building pressure, but that plan didn't work out as intended.
*Propt-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-T-T-shhhhhhhhh-ffffft-RORT*
Not only did the fart end as I felt a hard, sharp tip poking at my anal sphincter as my cheeks painfully clenched up out of my instinct to avoid filling my pants, but everyone heard my fart. It was loud.
The cheerleader was the first to comment, "<My name omitted>! Did you just fart!?"
I was caught. I simply said "Yeah. Sorry."
She responded, "Hey, it's natural." Everyone started laughing.
The black-haired girl responded, "That's gross! It stinks now!"
The red-haired boy was laughing., and remarked, "He does that in class."
I have farted in class a few times because I was often holding in poop, but I don't recall doing so audibly in that class. But the red-haired boy sat behind me in this class, the last one of the day, and must have smelled my output of silent-but-deadlies which wer made such when enhanced with the stench of an unreleased poop, and given how every day was a mad dash to make it home to poop, this was possibly on a daily basis, and he knew it was me.
The black-haired girl then exclaimed, "Smells like crap in here! Yuck!"
The cheerleader looked at me again, "<My name omitted>, have you've been holding poop in all day?"
I had little to say. I felt embarrassed at her initial question as it was, but I knew they all heard me fart and denying it would have been of no benefit. I was caught. To make matters worse, apparently there was no secret about the state of my digestive system at this time based upon her questioning.
Before I said anything, the cheerleader then mentioned to the black-haired girl, "The Boys' toilets don't have doors."
The black-haired girl then said "I've been in the Boys' bathroom and it's weird! I don't know how you boys can pee in front of each other, let alone poop."
The red-haired boy responded, "Communal peeing's not so bad. But I won't poop at school."
The cheerleader responded, "Never?"
He then remarked, "I always take care of that home before going to school."
The cheerleader added, "I know many boys who always hold it until they get home." I was one of them, even if she didn't know that about me until now. But it was obvious she knew. The foul fecal odor I emitted with my fart gave it away.
I was embarrassed even more thanks to this conversation, which increased my resolve not to poop there. But I considered myself lucky that I got away without directly answering the question whether or not I had to poop. Because I very badly needed to, and I didn't want everyone there t know it. The mass was pounding at its exit point.
Another 5 minutes or so passed before I finally relented. If I held it any longer, I was going to poop my pants. That would not have been good.
I looked to the black-haired girl, "I need to use your bathroom, if you don't mind."
She responded, "Sure. Go ahead and go.", smiling at me. They knew...
I walked in, shut the door, noticed there was no lock, which made me very uncomfortable due to a fear that someone might walk in. But I didn't have a choice. At least the bathroom was immaculately clean and inviting. I lowered the toilet seat, dropped my pants, and sat down. Immediately, a dense, but highly compressed and surprisingly soft log started pouring out of me accompanied by small pops and crackles of gas.
*PFT-t-T-phshtrup-fwoompt-phhht-CRACKLE-phuptphrrtphshlush*
I heard some whispers, "Hear that?" "Grow up!" "It's funny."
I heard quiet laughter as I continued pushing it out. Sound traveled and I knew they heard it. Despite my state of embarrassment at this ordeal, I had indeed been holding this in for at least 5 hours now, and the feeling of relief was immense. It was another big and messy one, smearing itself against my buttcheeks as it exited. After about 5 minutes of being in there, the last of it dropped out, and I started wiping myself. The toilet paper roller made a loud squeaking. I heard one of the girls whisper, laughing, "Hear that? He's wiping." More quiet laughing.
The red-haired boy said at normal volume, "I'll pretend I didn't hear you say that. Pervert." All three of them were loudly laughing now, as I continued rolling the paper. One of them remarked, "Shut up!"
All of a sudden, maybe 15 seconds into wiping up, I heard the doorbell ring, repeatedly and rapidly.
*DING-DONG DING-DING-DING-DINGLE-DONG*
I heard someone get up and open the door to the porch, which was maybe 6 feet from the toilet I was seated upon. I was in the middle of wiping my butt, toilet paper neatly folded in my hand, my butt lifted off the toilet slightly, getting all of those messy smears off of my anus, when all of a sudden the doorknob giggled...
At the same time, I hear the black-haired girl yell, "WAIT! Someone's in there...!" while the door swung open. There I sat, exposed, a side view of myself wiping my ass visible to everyone. I looked over to see the nerd holding the door open on me, and could see everyone in the room staring at me.
The door slammed shut, "SORRY!" the nerd exclaimed. My level of embarrassment was extreme, but this was not the first time something like this happened, nor the last. However, I felt violated in that moment, especially since four people, two of them girls, had just seen me on the toilet, even if it was for only a second or two at most. At least no one came in.
He then asked "Dammit! Do you have another bathroom?"
The black haired girl said "Nope! You're going to have to wait for <my name omitted> to finish. You should've knocked first!"
The cheerleader exclaimed, "That's SO rude!"
He then said, "Sorry! I need to go really bad!" I could hear him running in place in effort to hold in what he was trying to hold in.
I probably made about 9 or 10 passes, never getting clean enough. I finished wiping, and flushed. The offering left a bunch of nasty skidmarks all over the toilet bowl. I flushed a second time, and all of the skidmarks still above the water line remained, still leaving a thick trail into the drain from where my waste smeared itself on the way down. It looked like someone smeared Nutella all over the inside of the toilet bowl with a large paintbrush. I knew I had to eventually leave and rejoin everyone outside after they had just seen me sitting on the toilet mid-wipe. I washed my hands and re-entered the room. The nerd rushed in after me, saying "Sorry about that <My name omitted>!" once again as I went to my seat.
As we all heard him unzip, the black-haired girl yelled, "Please lift the seat!" before walking back to the table. We all heard the seat clack against the porcelain and a very urgent and loud torrent of piss splatter the water. It was over in less than a minute. He quietly whispered "Dangit that's nasty." as he zipped up, flushed, washed his hands, and rejoined us at the table. He gave me a concerned look as he sat down next to me. We continued our work and everyone was polite enough not to have conversation about the previous events in the bathroom. I think everyone was embarrassed at what happened. I certainly was.
30 minutes passed, and the black-haired girl got up. "I'll be right back." She opened the door to the bathroom, and immediately turned around.
"<My name omitted>! WHAT did you DO to the toilet!?"
The nerd started laughing. "That toilet looks like an ass!"
The cheerleader said, "Busted!"
Everyone at the table started laughing again, at my expense.
The cheerleader looked at me, not able to contain her laughter, and said, "We're not judging you for making a stink. Everyone does it. Own up to it."
I got up and went over to the bathroom. The black-haired girl looked at me. "Look. There's toilet bowl cleaner under the sink and a toilet brush. Would you please clean this up? My mom's gonna' kill me if you don't, and I'm not cleaning this. Just rinse it in the toilet when flushing and put it back here when you're done."
I did so, and got it clean. I washed my hands again, and took my seat back at the table. The black-haired girl got up, shut the door and took a pee. Again, everything could be heard, including her wiping with the toilet paper and pulling her pants back up.
That was the last of the action that bathroom got while we were all there. We finished our project and went our separate ways, only to see each other in class the rest of the year.
About 3 months later near the end of that school year, I headed to the boys' bathroom to pee before Chemistry class, in a rush to get to class before the bell rings during the 5-minute passing period. There was maybe 4 minutes left to get to class as I neared the entrance to the Boys' room. The red-haired boy I shared that chemistry class with rushed in before me in a frantic death run, and was quickly seated in the first of two doorless stalls loudly blatting away, gas exploding out and poop audibly splashing the water as I unzipped and pissed at the adjacent urinal of two. It sounded like diarrhea, but may have just been the user pushing it out as quickly as he could in a rush to be seen by as few people as possible and to not be late to class. After I flushed the urinal, I went to the sink behind me and tried to avert my gaze from the mirror while I prepared to wash my hands. He sat there with his pants at his upper legs, shirt covering his privates, straining, followed by a final *BLOOPT* and was soon frantically wiping his butt in full view of the mirror as I washed my hands. The sides of his hairless butt were plainly visible as he wiped sitting down, not even checking the paper, in a hurry to finish. He probably made 5 passes with two separate toilet paper rollings, folding after each wipe, and was done in about 30 seconds. As I dried my hands, two more older boys walked in to use the urinals, and as they walked in, my classmate in the doorless stall frantically pulled his pants up within less than 2 seconds, flushed, and was soon washing his hands at the sink before I could even finish drying mine. I held the door open for him as he quickly left the Boys' room, giving me a look as if he was slightly traumatized that I saw him use the toilet.
We both headed to class the same route. It was an awkward situation, to say the least. But I guess that made us even.
Saturday, March 30, 2024