Denise
Accident stories
Hi everyone,
First of all, is it me or are things seeming really quiet here since Catherine left? I miss her!
Someone was asking about poop accident stories. Well, I have a fair few. I've told most of my own here already, but as I've said before, many people have shared stories with me as well if I've opened up to them about being accident prone. Seems almost everyone has a story to tell!
This one happened to a friend of a friend when they were in high school. Let's call this girl Charlie. My friend and Charlie spent an afternoon at some kind of outdoor education course, learning about things like tracking and making fires, etc. It was just outside the city they lived in, so a pretty short bus ride just beyond the city limits. When they arrived Charlie said she had to poop but was just going to deal with it because the facilities were old outhouses and Charlie was known to avoid public bathrooms where possible, especially if they were not clean.
So, they spent the afternoon there and it was a good three hours. By the end of it, Charlie had to go pretty badly. My friend said at one point the instructor asked Charlie to come up in front of the class to help him demonstrate something, and it had gotten so bad for Charlie that she was unable to stand still, she was shifting her weight and subtly squeezing her legs together throughout. The course ended shortly after and Charlie told my friend she was desperate but could hold it until they got to a public bathroom on the edge of town. They cut across a field to get to the bus stop, about a 10 minute walk, and about halfway there Charlie slowed down started grunting a bit. My friend asked what was wrong and Charlie said she suddenly had to go SUPER bad and wasn't sure she could make it to town. Unfortunately it was a wide open field with no bushes and in view of the road so Charlie didn't want to pop a squat anywhere, so they just tried to hurry.
When they got to the bus stop, Charlie was really desperate and doing a full poop dance, crossing her legs and wriggling all around. She said she wished she'd gone in the gross outhouses and it was a mistake to hold it for so many hours. The bus was due in just a few minutes, but unfortunately it kept getting delayed, and in the end it was just too much for Charlie. She grabbed her butt and told my friend in a panicked voice that it was starting to come out and she couldn't stop it. Then she dropped into a squat and covered her face with her hands and just pooped her pants right there in the bus shelter. Apparently it was a huge poop and my friend could see her cargo pants sagging and bulging out more and more as it all came out. Charlie started crying and right then the bus pulled up. They tried getting on the bus, but with Charlie crying and waddling and grabbing her butt the driver was suspicious and when she tried to board he smelled her and said you can't get on this bus. Which, honestly I don't even know if that's legal but anyway, Charlie and my friend were stuck there which made Charlie more upset. In the end they had no choice but to walk into town, about 20 minutes. To make matters worse poor Charlie had been holding in her pee as well and she lost control and peed in her pants on the walk. They didn't even bother trying to go into the public bathroom because they had no spare clothes and didn't know what to do, so Charlie just had to walk of shame all the way home in her wet and pooped pants. Charlie said afterwards that if the bus had been on time she might have made it to the public bathroom juuuuust in the nick of time, she from then on she was always angry about the buses being late! Anyway a few hours later my friend went to message Charlie to check in and discovered Charlie had blocked her! Apparently she was so humiliated by the whole thing she decided to cut off my friend permanently because she just didn't feel she could face it. But, luckily she got over that in a few days and apologized to my friend, who was very understanding. Charlie was certainly more proactive about using public bathrooms after that. I met Charlie a few times through my friend, but Charlie never told me that story herself. According to my friend, she's still really embarrassed about it and basically doesn't tell it to anyone. I have changed some details here to protect her privacy, of course!
Mina
Wow! There is a wonderful toilet!
Everyone is very fine we hope!
Mina went to Random Old Posts, and found page 2118. There was post from one Stephanie, about twin seat toilet! Mina translated for crushes, and they all shouted Wow! We want! How wonderful to defecate huge volume two together with thigh touching!! We are envy very much.
But we can't find this toilet on Internet. Where is it? Maybe UK? Mina read about Avon Lady in page 2118, she vaguely remember Avon Lady in Wales. But never saw her, only heard about her.
We have many questions about this twin seat toilet.
1. How big is pool of water at lowest part? Double size? Can mierda from both people make plop sound with same volume?
2. How many container of flush are there? one or two?
3. How many flush lever?
4. Under two bottoms, is toilet two separate parts, or one double size bowl?
If anyone have experience this type toilet, we will be happy to read answers of these questions.
In Japan this type toilet doesn't exist maybe. When Hisae had boyfriend she went to love hotel with him sometimes. But toilet was single size. And not interesting, she said. Even in love hotel, lovers can't defecate together with thighs touching...!
By the way, Stephanie wrote, "when women have panties down, lose all inhibition." Maybe true. When Hisae hear Mina's translate, she dropped panties, and Maho spanked to her. But then Hisae pulled up panties and pyjamas. However, even with pyjamas and panties on, we lost inhibition, and rushed to tatami room... (This was yesterday.)
We are looking forward to read answers.
Love to everyone.
Chakamami family (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
Nicky
Random hard Poo
I have a very regular but sensitive stomach, the slightest thing sets it off. I usually take two very soft poos in the morning, one when I get up and one right after breakfast. A few days ago I went for my usual first poo of the day, I took a long pee, had some gas but nothing else happened. I ate breakfast and lunch, and other than more gas things were staying stubbornly in place. My dinner included a big salad which I hoped would have enough fiber to get my gut going before bed but no such luck. The next day would be uneventful until after lunch, which had two servings of roasted broccoli and a caffeinated soda. The ???? and the soda had my stomach gurgling before I even put my plate in the dishwasher. I went to my room and thirty minutes later I had to tiptoe back out feeling I had a bowling ball in my bottom. I pulled my pants and undies to my knees and sat down prepared for the show to start. I peed first, I have a small bladder, and my lunch time soda would have me in the bathroom two more times in the next hour. My pee was interrupted with a large bubbly fart that absolutely stunk. I usually don't have to push for my poops but this time I could feel the log at the entrance but not moving. So with feet flat on the floor I took in a breath and bore down. I grunted and groaned until it was halfway out and suddenly my body took over. I took in a second breath and there was a crackly noise as my poo slid out followed by a short fart. The log was about six inches long, very thick, very dry, and the end was a bit knobby. I squirted out the last of my pee, wiped, and got up. Surprisingly, the whole thing flushed with no problem and the next day I was back on track with my soft poos.Leah
Reply
I have another stressful week ahead with more phone appointments coming, I hope I'm not going to be affected too much.
Emma two:
I like your story, I had a similar experience last week except I wasn't waiting for a loo.
What kind of laxative do you take? Liquid, pills ect? I take a liquid laxative but I take a random amount as the dosage is so small that it has no effect on me, so I find that I get the runs.
Is there no other loo at your work you could have used, is there a disabled loo? Because if that was me I would have had to go somewhere else, I'm glad you didn't poo yourself.
Traveller
Date pooper
This happened about 20 years ago now... Which is hard to believe, but also makes me feel less bad for sharing it. At the time, I was 19 and recently graduated from high school. My girlfriend had was my same age, but had attended a different school than I, so we only met after graduation and up to that point, had very little actual time together (mostly we had talked a lot on the phone before this, as we did back in the stoneage that was the early 2000s).
Finally things worked out to where we both were able to get together on a four day weekend. We were both excited and nervous, being young and in puppy love. I booked us a hotel and planned out some places to go while we were there, but mostly, we ended up doing a lot of that thing young people who think they're in love tend to do... So aside from going out for breakfast and dinner, we were pretty much in our hotel room the majority of the time.
Being that we were both young and new to each other, we were also both nervous and a bit shy about bodily functions. I, personally, didn't want to poop in the hotel room bathroom while she was there, for obvious reasons. And she apparently felt similarly, because I never noticed her going to the bathroom other than quick pee trips. I had been using the restroom at whatever restaurant we went to for dinner, and kind of just assumed she was doing the same, as she did go in for a bit once or twice.
It turned out I was wrong about that, and she had simply been going in there to refresh, and/or compose herself until the urge to go had passed. I didn't find out till later that her shyness in the bathroom use area extended to using public toilets, as well as going where her boyfriend might smell it. So this poor girl just held it for the first three days.
On the fourth day, the last of the trip, we woke up early and walked down the street to a diner for breakfast. I noticed immediately that she didn't seem to feel good when we woke up, but then at breakfast she seemed to be very much not hungry and very uncomfortable. I finally asked if she was feeling okay, and she said something like, "yeah,just... My stomach hurts."
Concerned, I offered to get a to-go box and take her back to our room to rest a bit before we had to check out. She accepted the offer, and I got our check paid up. As we started to leave, she was grimacing and looked strained, holding her stomach with both hands and looking truly in pain. I waited until we were out of the restaurant to quietly ask the awkward question... I don't remember how I worded it, but I asked as sweetly and politely as possible when she had last gone to the bathroom. She kinda reluctantly and shyly admitted that it was the morning before meeting me at the hotel... Three full days prior.
At this point, I actually felt relieved because I knew she was medically okay, and it WAS a little bit cute that she was shy enough around me to try to hold it. I figured we'd go back to the room, she could "go" while I hit the vending machines or something, and all would be fine... It did not work out that way.
I don't know if the cat being out of the bag on her situation made it worse for her or what, but the closer we got to the hotel, the worse off her situation got. We'd walk a little way, she'd stop, stiffen up and stand there frozen for a few seconds, then walk a little further. Her breathing quickly became more labored and I could tell she was really fighting to hold it.
There wasn't much talking on the walk back, I just took her hand and tried to help as best I could. But it ended up being no use.
We made it as far as the hotel elevators before it happened. We were standing there waiting for the elevator and she suddenly made this strained grunting sound, like "hnnnnnggggg..." I looked and saw she was trembling and bent over slightly clutching her stomach again. She strained again trying to hold back, but then said, "ffffuuck!" and completely.... I mean COMPLETELY pooped her pants right there. I remember hearing the crackling sound and seeing the bulge push out against the butt of her leggings (those universe print ones that were popular for a while). It quickly grew and stretched the material out as one long firm poop, before curling under between her legs and breaking off, causing her leggings to sag down badly. A few seconds later I could smell it very badly too.
So now we're both kind of in shock. She's clearly humiliated and has tears welling up, and he. I'm unsure how to handle the situation at first, because who is ever prepared for their girlfriend to poop her pants in front of him? The elevator door opens (thankfully nobody is onboard at the time), and I put an arm over her shoulder and walk her in. She's kind of waddling as we step in the elevator for obvious reasons. As soon as the doors shut again, she bursts into tears and starts telling me she's sorry and won't ever bug me again. It took some insistence,but I was able to reassure her by the time we got to our floor that I wasn't disgusted by her and wasn't going to dump her. I took my shirt off and we tied it around her waist to try to hide the poop bulge. It didn't do much to hide it and left me awkwardly bare cheated, but it got us back to the room.
Once there, she untied my shirt and I could see the damage was truly worst case scenario. By now it was part way down her legs and even up into her lower back. She went into the bathroom and showered for a long time. I think she attempted to wash out her pants, but we ended up throwing them away. When we left, I could still faintly smell poop in our room.
We had a lot of talks about this over time before she got over it, but eventually she did come to be okay with what happened. We even had an inside reference to it we'd occasionally make to each other, all the way up until we split some years later.
Sunday, March 2, 2025
Anna Beth
Tundra's Survey
Before answering the survey, I had a great poop today. It started out really firm and thick and it all exited smoothly as a single log. It may have been over a foot long! Wiping was so easy!
1) How often do you need to have a bowel movement? Once daily, sometimes twice and sometimes I miss a day.
2) How long does it usually take you to poop? Not long. Maybe five to ten minutes.
3) Do you sit or stand to wipe? Sit
4) Do you wipe from front to back, or back to front? Front to back.
5) Have you ever used a doorless stall to poop? If so, where? No.
6) When you were a child did you poop at school? Yes, but only on rare occasions. If I did not poop first thing in the morning, I usually did not get the urge until I was home from school.
7) Was it acceptable to poop at your school, or did kids who pooped at the school get teased or bullied? I never bullied anyone. I might tease someone and someone might tease me. But I never told other people.Mina (with Hisae, Maho, and Kazumi)
Survey of Tundra
We like survey! Old timers already know our answers, but new people perhaps don't know, so we answer again... Key: H = Hisae K = Kazumi Ma = Maho Mi = Mina
Q1. How often do you need to have a bowel movement?
A1. Every day, sometimes more than once in a day (H)
Almost every day (K)
Most of days, but not every day (Mi)
2 or 3 times a week (Ma)
Q2. How long does it take to poop?
A2. Between 10 and 15 minutes (K, Ma, Mi). Sometimes more longer (Ma). About 10 minutes, but when I was much younger, about 2 ~ 3 minutes (H).
Q3. Do you sit or stand to wipe?
A3. Half-way between, because each of us is wiped her bottom by one of her crushes. But we wash our bottom with washlet first, and that is sitting, because if we standing, washlet don't work.
Q4. Front to back or back to front?
A4. Front to back! Back to front is very danger. If microbe of poop enter our yoni, then terrible disease. Touch a wood, we are four very healthy bad woman round a bend.
Q5. Have you ever used a doorless stall to poop? where?
A5. Never (K, Ma, Mi). Quite often when I was small (H). In public park (H). Doorless stalls very rare in Japan, but in kindergarten, walls of stalls very low, about one meter is high. So teacher can look over wall to check that small child is OK.
Q6. When you were a child did you poop at school?
A6. Never (Ma). Very rare (Mi). Fairly often (K). Almost every day (H).
Q7. Was it acceptable to poop at your school, or did a child who pooped get teased or bullied?
A7. In Japan children not so sensitive about poop at school. Poop at school is no problem. But perhaps you can find story of Mina's primary school, one girl about ten years old did an unbelievable diarrhoea, and some snide girls began laugh and tease her from out side door. She say nothing and continue her diarrhoea without end, but Mina (also age ten) enter loo room and see this, she was angry terribly at once, switch on body movement, hit and kick and pull hair and bang heads, fight five or six girls with her both hands and one leg, maybe one slap or punch every three seconds, Mina can't remember very well because her movement so fast. One of Mina's friends came out of next cubicle to diarrhoea girl and saw scene, she said, bully girls try to fight to Mina but they were so very shock, they were paralyse, but Mina didn't care. Then teachers came in and there was a big trouble! Mina wrote about this story before, two or three times. Perhaps you can find. Even today, Mina not sorry. Mina's friend Ayumi who came out of cubicle was also a diarrhoea but not so serious one, but she hear everything with producing her lots of diarrhoea, so she told to teachers all things which bully girls said about serious diarrhoea girl. Finally everyone apologised everyone in front of teachers. Few minutes later serious diarrhoea girl came out of cubicle with white face and sway, so one of teachers took her to school nurse. Then she went home, but next day she back in school and gave huge warm hug to Mina. And bully girls said sorry to her.
When Hisae was teen, she often pooped at school, she told her friends, "I going to poop," so her friends know what she doing, they are outside cubicle but hear lots crackle and splat, breathe horrendous fragrance, say "good luck Chae", Hisae finish quite quickly even she did huge defecate, came out of cubicle, washed hands, and laughing and chatting with her friends. "Did you do nice poop?" "I did wonderful poop!" Hisae is matter-of-fact very much about defecate. She happily defecate anywhere. Perhaps many thousands of people have experience to breathe horrendous fragrance which she create.
Tundra, are you new this site? Mina see your name first time maybe. If you are new, we say welcome! This site full of very very nice people, they come from all over world. We hope you will tell us many things. Mina's English is very terrible, but we hope you can understand what Mina wrote. She is typist for us four women, because three others can't make sentence in English, they can say independent words though. We are all 30s. (Family baby is Mina, her birthday this Thursday! We four will be same age for two months only.)
We hope all people this site are very fine. Love to everyone.
Chakamami Family (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
P.S. Mina found, it is difficult to find old post about us if you type "Mina" in search space. If you type "Maho" or "Kazuko" or "Hisae" it is easier very much.
Leah
Tundra's survey
Hi tundra:
1) How often do you need to have a bowel movement?
Every few days
2) How long does it usually take you to poop?
Anywhere between 10 and 45 minutes if I'm having a hard time
3) Do you sit or stand to wipe?
I stay on the loo
4) Do you wipe from front to back, or back to front?
From back to front
5) Have you ever used a doorless stall to poop? If so, where?
I'm going to say no, I need my privacy
6) When you were a child did you poop at school?
I would say it was mostly in my panties when I was a younger child, as an older child I did go in the loo
7) Was it acceptable to poop at your school, or did kids who pooped at the school get teased or bullied?
It depends, it was acceptable in primary school, but not secondary school
Emily
I wanted to write about an accident I had at school earlier today. For those who don't know, I'm a highschool student with autism. Because of my autism, I am in a special needs classroom and wear diapers because I don't always make it to the toilet or know when I need to go.
This morning I was at school talking with one of my friends when I started to feel like I needed to pee. One of the para's in my classroom noticed that I was crossing my legs and took me over to the bathroom to try to use the toilet. I tried really hard to focus on holding it while she helped get my pants down and diaper off, but once she untaped my diaper I wasn't able to wait anymore and started to have an accident before I could get on the toilet. I ended up peeing on my pants and the floor.
Tundra's Survey
1. I HAVE A BOWEL MOVEMENT EVERY DAY OR TWO. I've learned not to hold it in when I have to go during the school day. Some mornings I luck out and I'm able to get it done before I leave for school.
2. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO POOP? At home in the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom I can get it done in 5 minutes, four minutes of which is cleaning myself and sometimes plunging the toilet. At school, it might take me twice as long since I'm not always comfortable sitting on the higher toilets, and the loose seats scare me. If a bolt gives while I shifting my weight or giving an extra push, I know what is going to happen to me.
3. DO YOU SIT OR STAND TO WIPE? I stand at home but I stay seated everywhere else because I don't want to show off my crotch to others.
4. DO YOU WIPE FROM FRONT TO BACK, OR BACK TO FRONT? Before I started middle school my babysitter caught me doing it the wrong. Now front-to-back makes great sense.
5. HAVE YOU EVER USED A DOORLESS STALL TO POOP? IF SO, WHERE? A few years ago at Sears, a few times last summer when my boyfriend and I were at the park, and once at the bathhouse at the theme park.
6. WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD DID YOU POOP AT SCHOOL? Yes, when I was in K-4. The schedule had a 10 minute break and mid morning and mid-afternoon. It was really hard to get permission from our teacher/student teacher if we were within one hour of our upcoming sit. A few didn't take the rule seriously and they suffered!
7. WAS IT ACCEPTABLE TO POOP AT YOUR SCHOOL, OR DID KIDS AT SCHOOL GET TEASED OR BULLIED WHEN THEY POOPED? The few in every class paid the price for being smaller, less aware, or showing outright fright. One day, somehow, the schedule got screwed up, we had a student teacher that didn't watch things closely, and a 3rd grade friend of mine feel into the toilet because she forgot to drop the seat. Unless the previous user was throwing up, the seat should have stayed down.
Pull-up surprise
I was one of those kids that would hold my poop all day and then finally go once I was back at home.
When I was around 5, my parents were still putting me in a pull-up at night. So I would hold it all day at preschool and then wait until bedtime when I was in the pull-up to poop. Usually the poop was a pretty hard log, and I would get up on my hands and knees in bed and push, and it took a lot of grunting and effort to get it all out. Often the poo would hit the back of the pull-up as it came out and that would cause more resistance, so I had to wiggle around a bit and pinch it off a bunch of times. It would collect in little nuggets in the pull-up, and once I was done, I would get out of bed and tell my mom I'd pooped and needed to be changed.
Well, one time I was at school and I remember I had a really hard time holding it in all day. They always made us try to use the bathroom after lunch, and got upset because a few hard balls of poo managed to escape into the toilet. I spent most of the rest of the day and the evening at home trying my best to hold it all in. My mom surely noticed because she kept asking me to use the toilet but I refused.
Finally bedtime came and I was relieved when the pull-up went on. I waited until I was alone in my room, then got up on my knees and pushed, and the usual solid log shot out, but it was much shorter than usual, because behind it was a stream of soft poo. I was already pushing hard, and to feel the consistency and speed change startled me, and I managed to stop going for a second, but the dam had been broken, and my butt was too tired of holding it in all day, and I lost control of it and a massive amount of soft, warm poop rushed out. I could feel it go up my butt crack and fill up the space in the back of the pull-up, and then it started to gather under my privates. I finally got control of it again and quickly got up and went and told my mom I made a lot of poop.
By the time she got me into the bathroom, I felt more coming, but it oozed out uncontrollably in another fast rush. My mom took my pajama pants off and there was already light-brown poo the consistency of peanut butter showing around the leg holes of the pull-up because it was so full. She made me stand on a towel with my legs a bit apart and then she ripped the sides of the pull-up and took it off. It was completely full of thick mushy poop and some dropped onto the towel as she moved it to the trash. She started to wipe my behind, but I think she realized it was too messy, because then she set my old potty seat on the toilet and made me sit there while she got the shower going. As I was sitting there, I felt more poop oozing out, so I pushed, and a final blast of runny poo came out into the toilet. My mom made sure I was done, then helped me get clean in the shower, then she put me in an actual diaper and I went back to bed. I was fine after that, but I was always wary about pushing poop out into the pull-up ever-after. I didn't like the feeling of having no control over it as it came out so fast, and I felt dirty when it smeared everywhere. That experience probably helped lead me to becoming fully potty trained a month later.
Emma two
Just made it
I'd been constipated for about 5 days and I took a laxative just before I left for work yesterday morning. By lunch time I was really feeling the effects of the laxative so I went straight to the toilets ready to unleash the beast. Unfortunately only one cubicle was working and my workmate Laura was wait to use it. She was fidgeting around and holding her bottom so I knew she was desperate for a poo. She wasn't the only one and to make matters worse the lady who was in the cubicle was having a big smelly poo in there. Laura knocked on the door and asked her to hurry up as she was going to sh"'=t herself if she took much longer. The lady apologised and 5 minutes later she flushed the toilet and came out. Laura rushed in and slammed the door shut and locked it. She quickly pulled her jeans down and sat on the toilet with a thudd and immediately began to release a torrent of soft poo into the toilet. She let out a sigh of relief as she was going and it made me feel even more desperate than ever. I told her to hurry up as I was about to poo myself and luckily she only took a couple of minutes to finish. She flushed the toilet and came out and I ran in and not a second too soon. I felt a wave of intense relief as I felt my poo coming out into the toilet and it was huge. I looked in the toilet and saw a huge poo sticking out the water. It was right round the u bend and the top 6 inches was sticking out the water. It was a wide poo and I knew there was no way it would flush but I tried anyway. I was surprised when most of it went down but there was a huge skid mark in the bottom of the toilet and some of the toilet paper was left behind. I flushed the toilet again and everything cleared except for the skid mark I left the cubicle and washed my hands and finished my lunch break feeling four pounds lighter and very relieved.Beach Guy
Plugged up
I've been struggling with constipation for the last few months. At first prune juice worked but it seemed the effects have worn off. My wife and I are open with our bathroom habits and she often does her hair while I'm grunting on the toilet.
Today she held my hand while I attempted to push out a boulder, she's a nurse so poop doesn't bother her much. I've never been constipated this long before and I wanna find the root cause. I haven't really changed my diet. We both live at the gym too. I hope I am able to get this sorted out before I have to resort to an enema. My wife offered me one but I'm not that desperate yet.
Wednesday, February 26, 202
5RP
Snowpants heaven
When i was around 8th grade, me and my friend were walking in a nearby forest. We both had to pee at some point. I had on a snowsuit, so when he walked on to pee, i just kept pretending to go. I peed my self, and nothing showed. When i stepped out of my pants at home, my pants were mostly dry. My mom said nothing, but i am sure she may have smelled it. Not sure. It sticks in my memory for some reason - i got away with it :D
VioletIndigo
Number 2 at work
Replying to Pete's question about if anyone does their daily poop at work, I poop at work if I feel the urge to poop. "Boss makes a dollar while I make a dime, that's why I poop on company time." I don't poop every day though, so pooping at work is not a daily thing for me. The bathrooms at work are single occupancy and unisex.
The only recent interesting story I have from work was a month or two ago. I eat pretty much the same thing every day, so I do not know what was happening on this particular day, but I was really gassy and cramping. I went to the bathroom, sat down, and farted for a bit, only getting tiny, rabbit-like poops out (like little balls of poop). I sat there for around ten minutes, barely able to get anything out.
I wiped, flushed, washed my hands, left the bathroom and began to walk to my office. I got a sharp cramping pain in my stomach on the walk back and immediately turned around and went to the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet again for another ten to fifteen minutes, pushing, unable to get anything out. Eventually I gave up and walked back to my office. I had been gone for at least twenty minutes by this point, although no one said anything when I returned to my desk.
I was in a lot of pain, so I told my boss I was feeling sick and said I would take the rest of the day off. I was able to fart in the car and by the time I got home, the pain had subsided. I probably took a poop sometime later that day, but I do not remember what it looked like or how easily it came out.
I have since started trying to incorporate more fiber in my diet and hydrate more. These changes have been somewhat successful, although I still really struggle with constipation. Some days I have no problems pooping, and other times I do not poop for three to five days. I wonder if it has to do with my cycle? I also wonder if I have IBS. I think IBS runs in my family. I do not know what the process of getting evaluated for IBS is like or what getting a diagnosis would even do for me.
Sorry I've been absent, nothing interesting happens in my life!Taylor
I wet myself at Snow Patrol.
I went to see Snow Patrol live on Wednesday and by the end of the show I really needed to pee. I could hear others mentioning they needed to pee as I was making my way out of the arena and I could see some people looking rather desperate! Because everyone was leaving the arena at the same time, and everyone had been there for at least 2.5 hours, the toilets were PACKED! The queue was extending out of the toilets and into the lobby, it seemed everyone had the same idea. I joined the line, pee dancing with many other ladies in the same predicament but after about 5 minutes a spurt of pee dampened my underwear and I knew I wasn't going to make it. I wasn't even inside the toilets yet never mind in a cubicle. There was a McDonalds about 10 minutes away so I left the long, long line and made my way over.
I had to wait for a crossing and as I was waiting for the light to turn green I felt another spurt of pee, this time much longer and it went down my leg. I was in trouble, big trouble. I crossed the road and I knew I wasn't going to make it. I couldn't even see the McDonalds and I was ready to burst. Resigned to my fate I stepped onto the grass verge and just let it happen, why continue with the discomfort and delay the inevitable? I was going to wet myself either way so I might as well get it over with. With cars still whizzing by I stood still and completely wet myself, not even attempting to stop the pee gushing into my jeans and down my legs. It was the most relieving pee I have ever had, at that moment I didn't even care about not making it to the toilet. Once I finished my black jeans were drenched but it was totally worth it. I turned around and went back the way I came to my car. I always keep a blanket in the car for emergencies (not this kind!!) so I sat on that to keep my seat dry. By the time I got back to my flat my jeans were mostly dry.
TaylorLeah
Princess toadstool peach's survey
Would you rather deal with breaking wind or a annal fissure in a crowded restroom?
I don't see why anybody would want to have an anal fissure, let alone in a public loo, so that question seems very odd to me.
It would have to be breaking wind, with no shame!
Do you sometimes pee or secretly sometimes poo the bed?
I have been known to have wetting accidents, but ONLY when I'm very intoxicated on a Saturday night. I have never pood the bed outside childhood.
What is your morning BM urination or bedtime urination bowel movement is like?
I work first thing in the morning, so I always poo the day/evening before bed, my first pee is not very long, I pee during the night but again not big amounts
Is it really hard to focus on pooing or peeing?
It depends, I do have a bit of a shy bladder in public, I don't focus on my poo, I read instead
Do you often read in the bathroom if so what do you read?
Yes, I do puzzle books and I read woman's weekly, yours magazine, glamour, good housekeeping, woman's health, pretty much everything
Does your panties sometimes fall off when making a large pooh poo?
They are at my ankles, so no
Have you ever pooed your pants once or perhaps broke wind then pooed your pants?
Maybe! Hehe
What other places have you urinated or defecated in?
A churchyard, country parks, open fields, city alleyways
End of survey, thankyou princessAnna Beth
Surveys
I had a nice poop today. It was pretty long and smooth!
David P's Survey...
1. How often do you usually go for a poo? Once daily in the morning or at lunch...pretty random. I might miss a day or go twice in a day.
2. When you feel the urge to poo, do you always go straight away, or do you sometimes hold it in? If you hold it, how long do you wait before going? I like to hold it! Maybe 15 minutes???
3. How would you describe the size and shape of your usual poo? (log, long snake, thick, small etc?) They are very loggie, firm and usually are in one piece but sometimes two.
4. How much effort does it take for you to do a poo? Do you find yourself having to push hard, or does it come out easily on its own? It comes out on its own but the urge can be stronger or weaker depending on the size and consistency.
5. Have you ever had a poo that got stuck halfway out or started to go back in when you stopped pushing? What causes that? How did you manage to get it out? Never happened to me...
6. What position do you usually sit in when doing a poo? Do you lean forward, go on tiptoes, sit up straight, use a footstool, or do anything else to help? Lean forward...
7. Do you have any particular habits or struggles when going for a poo that you've noticed? Just getting constipated around my time of the month...
8. Do you hold your breath and grunt when doing a poo? I don't grunt but I might hold my breath as it exits.
9. Do the logs when they hit the water make loud plop sounds or make no sound at all? Sometimes they plop and other times they don't.
10. Do you feel embarrassed about pooing at work or in public or do you just go wherever? Not really. I just go when I have to go...
Anna from Austria
pooping at work
Reply to Pete.
I have been a morningp person since I am a little girl. So pooping at school, university and work is normal for me.
I have to do it every day at work. I am not a big fan of it, but when I have to go I have to go.
greetings from Austria
AnnaToilet Clogger
Restaurant poop
I had something VERY embarrassing happen this week. I had to poop so bad after my dinner that I clogged the toilet in the men's room at a restaurant. My girlfriend and I went to a wood fire pizza place and while I was still eating my last piece I started getting stomach cramps. My girlfriend wanted to go the the dollar store next door to get a few things so I told her that I would just stay at the restaurant, finish my drink and play on my phone. However, the real reason I stayed behind is that I desperately needed to evacuate my butt and I just couldn't hold it anymore. As soon as my friend left I took off to the restroom but had to walk past the cash register so the two employees saw me go back there. I had an uncontrollable urge to grunt and push and a BIG poop came out. Then I started having explosive diarrhea and kept getting stronger urges to push. After 10 minutes I completely cleaned out my butt. It felt amazing to be empty. Next I had to urinate which always happens after I have a bowel movement. Next I wiped which took 2 to 3 minutes. Then when I went to flush the toilet it clogged but fortunately did not overflow. There was no plunger in there so there was nothing I could do. I washed my hands and left my huge poop clogged in the toilet. Then I walked past the counter and had to sit back at the table and wait for my girlfriend. The workers had to know that I just had a BM because I was back there so long. I was just praying that no one went back to the bathroom before I could get out of there! Fortunately my girlfriend came back a few minutes later and I suggested we leave. I did feel really bad but it was literally an uncontrollable urge to evacuate and I couldn't help it. I really, really had to poop. I know the right thing to do would have been to tell the workers I clogged the toilet but I was so embarrassed I couldn't bring myself to do it.Ashcroft
Another Blast From the Past
I'm currently rereading a lot of old stories of men pooping, and the one that caught my attention beside greg's friend (mike, josh, etc) stories are stories from this fella named "zip".
He's actually pretty consistent in posting his (or other people's) experience starting from page 588 to page 2923. Now THAT'S a commitment.
And one thing i like from his stories is how he's pretty nonchalant about shitting in doorless stall, lol pretty sure i'll die from embarrassment if i tried to do that.
His last post from this website is at 2021. Wherever you are buddy, i hope you are in great health. Thank you for the awesome stories :)
-Ashcroft
Leah
To MJD
Mjd:
I am still a bit sick now, ever since I became sick my poos have been very firm with very little pushing needed. Maybe I should be sick more often!.
Were you and you girlfriend close? I see you listened in on her having a hard time but you probably should have knocked on the door and asked her if she was OK, you never know she could have allowed you to be in there, or not!
What do you mean by partner experiences? My friend Kelly has held my hand several times as I grunted heavily and rubbing my stomach and just keeping me company.
I am sure I have had red faces before, but they don't last long and no-one ever mentions it.
No, if I need to use the loo before I enter the gym I will, if I need to go during my session I run, I have pooped myself on the way to the loo before, especially as my clothes stick to me when I get sweaty but I pooped myself after this massive cramp stopped me from walking, I doubled over and it came out and into my tights.
I can be constipated even after a gym session, so it doesn't really help me to push
Kelly is very private about her bathroom habits, so she is always silent when she's on the loo, except for farting, I have never seen her on the loo but she has no problem seeing me on the loo, so I will always be the loudest, she always locks the door when she goes but I smell her through the door, and hear her poos.
Why couldn't you go today?
Questions for Natasha
I enjoyed your story. What type of paper do you carry in your purse? What caused you to get into the habit? Have friends/other toilet users asked to take a few sheets from your purse? Regarding your long gown, I can see why that would be problematic. Have you or have you seen someone else in your situation simply take their gown off in the toilet stall and then lay it over the divider? I've seen that happen a few times at school events and formal dances. How often do you use stalls that offer those seat covering tissues? Do you/have you used one? Under what conditions? Thanks and welcome back to our forum!Sandra
Reply to Pete
I work from home most of the time but on the days I go to the office I always poo there.Tundra
Poop survey
1) How often do you need to have a bowel movement?
2) How long does it usually take you to poop?
3) Do you sit or stand to wipe?
4) Do you wipe from front to back, or back to front?
5) Have you ever used a doorless stall to poop? If so, where?
6) When you were a child did you poop at school?
7) Was it acceptable to poop at your school, or did kids who pooped at the school get teased or bullied?
Looking forward to reading answers of anyone willing to participate!
Erica
Rough night
Ive been married to my husband for 10 years and before that we were together 8 years since the start of college. Over the years theres been times Weve pooped in front of eachother, peed in front of each other, we both fart, he's helped me when ive peed my pants a couple times in our younger drinking days, and it was never a big deal. all this to say is we are so close and comfortable that I never figured i would ever feel embarrassed around him again.
Then last night happened. Imagine being gently woken up at 4 in the morning by your husband and as youre half conscious you hear him say "hon, i think you had an accident." Well thats how i was woken! As i started to gain awareness, i could tell i felt wet. I just laid frozen a second trying to think if it was pee or my period or just sweat. Then, i noticed the smell... i sat up and felt a really unsettling squish in my underwear...yup...I pooped the bed.
I have NEVER been more embarrassed!!! I genuinely just started to panic and tell my husband to leave the room. He obliged and I just sat there freaking out in my messy underwear. It was pure mush and was all over my thighs and the sheets too, this yellowish soft diarrhea. Ugh. A complete disaster. By the time I was showered and changed, my husband had dealt with the sheets on the bed and that just made me feel more embarrassed. Ive barely been able to look him in the eye all day and feel so awkward and ashamed! He must have been so grossed out...he's been an angel about it and promises its not a big deal and one day I'll laugh about it...yeah right! Anyway, i thought venting anonymously might help.
Veronica
Breaking the ice
I have quite a few stories about the first time past boyfriends have pooped at my house. Including my husband when we were first going out. For today I will start off with Carl's story. A few years ago when we were dating over over 5 months, we went out for a movie and I remember he got extra butter on his popcorn not knowing that it would upset his stomach a few hours later. After the movie we stopped by at my parents house for a bit who live 35 minutes away from where I lived. So the drive back was a little long for Carl who started to get the rumbles. I saw him staying completely still in his seat and he wasn't talking.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked over at me trying to hide the obvious panic on his face. "Nothing why?" "You look a little tense". "I said I'm fine". He looked down at his lap. I dropped it not wanting to push him further. When we got stuck behind a red light I could tell something was bothering him. "Please just tell me if you're alright". He sighed and told me he had to go to the bathroom. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked. "Because I don't have to pee". This was the first time any of us had mentioned about having to poop. I saw how embarrassed he was. I told him we were almost back at my place so he could relieve himself. "Pooping at your place is gonna be embarrassing but I'm getting desperate" he said. "It's a natural bodily function babe. I'd rather you go than be uncomfortable". Turning onto my street, his face lit up with relief. Once we got in the house he frantically went straight to the bathroom. "I'm sorry for the smell I'm gonna leave behind" he said. "Don't worry babe there's air freshener under the sink you can use" I reminded him. I heard the splashing of the diarrhea he was having. It went on for about 40 seconds, then he farted loudly. He was embarrassed knowing I heard what he did in there. But everyone poops right?
Taylor
Reply to Pete
I poop at work every day. I don't go straight away though. I work 8 hours with a 30 minute lunch break half way through. I usually have my lunch, work for an hour and then go to the ladies to empty my bladder of the coffee I had with my lunch, and have a much needed poop.
Sunday, February 23, 2025
Tomtom
To Nina, Emily, and Not weird, just autistic
I'm new here but just reading recent posts I can tell I found my people! I'm male, early 50s. I've had an aversion to toilets (particularly public ones) as long as I can remember. I have autism (more on that below), which sometimes makes me go in my pants, particularly when I'm overwhelmed. I wore diapers for a long time when I grew up, but I gradually grew out of it. I don't know if some wires got crossed along the way, but as I gradually grew out of needing diapers (I got better at reading my body and emotions) I started doing it more on purpose.
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Nina:
Wow, I thought I was the only one to consider wiping optional! In fact, I've come to enjoy not wiping, that sticky sensation in my ???? is comforting. I discovered it by accident (no pun intended!) a few decades ago when I had to poop in a restroom at Uni that was out of toilet paper. It was a particularly sticky poop and sizable lump was stuck after I finished. I didn't want to use my hands, and having had many messy accidents growing up I wasn't grossed out, so I thought "well, what the heck, might as well just pull up my underwear". That's when I discovered that it's like a "mini" poop in my pants (which I sometimes enjoy) but without anyone being able to notice. That sticky sensation as I sat down in class, and then walked between classrooms was such a vivid reminder of what I had done. These days I rarely wipe (only if it's really smelly) and just enjoy the sensation, like a little secret that nobody else knows about.
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Emily and Not weird, just autistic:
Emily, I can very much related to not being able to tell when you have to go (hence wearing diapers). I wore diapers for a long time simply because I couldn't understand what my body was telling me. Particularly if I was overwhelmed with a lot of sensory input or had gone into myself (I was mute at times when I grew up).
Not weird, just autistic: I so related to what you said. I too tend to go in my pants when I'm overwhelmed, I just can't make myself get up. As I wrote above I've learned to interpret my body and moods better as I got older, but it's a very comforting and safe feeling to go in my pants.
Ashcroft
Nostalagia
Hi!
I recently found this site while i was searching for some old male pooping stories i use to read to made sure that story was real and i didn't hallucinate it (Luckily i was able to find it on this site).
After that, i stumbled upon some post dating WAY back to 2006 from some gentleman named "Greg" about his friend Mike, Josh and his other buddies taking a shit. He's a very good storyteller and i love how he's able to capture the "essence" of men's pooping experience. And according to some of his post he was 40 something when he starts posting on this site.
And now in 2025 (nearly 20 years later) pretty sure this fella is already on his 60s, now i wonder where he is now (or maybe how many times he already witness other men pooping in the past 20 years). Wherever he is now, i just wanna say thank you to him for sharing his experiences and hope he and his other buddies are in great health :)
-Ashcroft
Tricky
Re:SteveA,Question about openly talking about related topics
I've found myself in situations where the subject of pooping was being discussed on rare occasions. Probably 20 or so times in my life among fellow students when I was in school or among coworkers at work.
I recall in middle school a brief conversation with a group of male students on the doorless stalls. No one pooped at school for fear of being seen doing so. I was the odd person of the group for admitting that I did so during absolute emergencies where my pants was the only alternative, but none of my fellow students witnessed it, which was for the best considering I would have likely been bullied if caught doing so. I was seen on the can by a female janitor and a gym coach during middle school, bu we never talked about it after the fact.
At the second high school I attended, which had doors on the stalls(unlike my first high school), I entered into a conversation where the entire group openly admitted to pooping at school multiple times. I was again the odd person out, since I did so on an almost daily basis. I was a shy and introverted teen and did not like others observing my bodily functions, but I still tolerated pooping in a stall with other students present, simply because the students there weren't jerks and left me in peace when I did so. I even used the half-stall in the locker room on two occasions, where other students could see me from he torso up as I dumped, and no one said anything about it or poked fun at me for it, even though they could see my face while I sat on the toilet. I was not the only student to use that stall. I probably pooped with another students in one of the Boys' rooms 200+ times at my two years at that school, perhaps 50+ times with a student pooping in another stall at the same time. One younger student was someone I saw regularly in the restroom, where we used stalls in the same room 20+ times.
At my first job as a teenager, my boss and coworkers quickly picked up on my bowel habits. They knew what I was going to do if they saw me walking to the Mens' room with a magazine in hand. There were a number of brief conversations on the subject, but nothing with any depth, just an acknowledgement that we all pooped at work. This job got me comfortable with pooping a work, and in public in general, because I did it so regularly.
After college, in 2008 I recall the first time I heard a cute 30-something female secretary and a 20-something male coworker discussing whether they were comfortable using the restrooms on the floor they worked at to poop or if they went to a different floor. Both admitted they liked to use a different floor for #2. At the time this conversation was in progress, I was passing by them on my way to the Mens' room, with a magazine under my arm, ready for my post-lunch dump, and the secretary noticed it. She admitted that she knew my habit, and that it was obvious that I was going to the Mens' room to take a poop. The magazine was the giveaway. My male coworker then yelled, "BUSTED!" While I was slightly embarrassed that they knew, I admitted right then and there that I used the same floor restrooms for pooping. The response floored them both. My male coworker admitted in front of us that he recognized my shoes and had seen me in there many times. I was a freak to them for doing so, seemingly without shame or embarrassment, and hey found it so awkward. Given it was in the afternoon, it was my second poop at work for the day, which the secretary also mentioned because she saw me walk there in the morning with a magazine, and not return for 10 minutes, making it obvious what I was doing then as well. She then mentioned that I go there a lot for #2. I explained to them that I eat a lot and have a fast metabolism. I did not admit that I generally poop within an hour after each meal, but they both knew. This was a 2-3x a day habit of mine that she picked up on while I was employed there and she completely knew my pooping schedule. I was also somewhat attractive, which made me more noticeable to her: I looked like a cute, thin, slightly athletic, 15 year old boy at the age of 23, standing out from the rest of my coworkers from this trait alone. I had no facial or body hair, was about 120 lbs at 5'-10", and had an attractive face. I'd get cat-calls in public from teen girls on a regular basis who had no idea I was much older than them. And I also pooped at work on a regular basis, deliberately, because I could get paid for it, presence of fellow male coworkers and even occasional cleaning ladies in the Mens' room be damned, which was not at all an expected admission from me by his female secretary, even if indirectly. From then after, she'd occasionally comment as I walked passed her desk with a magazine 2+ times a day, cognizant of what I was leaving the office to do. On rare occasions she jokingly asked me if I felt better or was "all emptied out" upon returning. On one occasion, she admitted to me that the female janitor told her that I clogged the toilet the year prior, and that they both thought it was hilarious that someone as small as me was capable of doing so.
That same year, another 20-something female coworker once told me that she had "to drop something nasty", and was gone for 20 minutes. When she returned, she said that she "felt like a million bucks." in front of me and 3 other male coworkers. We all knew what she just did. I think she was comfortable with telling me this because she once heard me take a loud and flatulent poop that left thick streaks in the toilet of her hotel room's bathroom soon after we were both hired that year. There was no fan in the bathroom, so I know for a fact that she and two of my coworkers heard every gory detail of my bowel movement and even knew when I was wiping, which broke the ice so to speak.
There were other conversations on the topic. The subject came up once a year or so on average. All of my male coworkers from all of my jobs knew my shoes and it was no secret at any job I ever had that I regularly pooped at work. For all practical purposes, everyone knew it. I did it so regularly that it was inevitable that they'd all know.