Rike
An urgent pee
Hey there, I'm Rike a woman in her mid 30s from Germany.
Yesterday I was on reading by an author held in a small bookstore in my old university city.
I was some hours earlier in that city as I needed to visit the university library for some research. That was uneventful, but i visited te toilet there soon after arriving. There are several sets of toilets. I used the once in wor space on the second floor as they are most of the time quiet and not so much used. I was alone and took the last sall in the left side. I had my pee and after I washed my hands I nearly bumped into the door as a woman just entered.
I took a tram to the bookstore and was in time there.The reading was booked out and it was a great event. The bad thing was after about 1 and a half hours, I had a need to pee that got stronger with every minute. The venue did not have a bathroom as it was small bookstore. It was in this case nbot helpful that there were some funny bits, as laughing put more pressure onto my bladder. I was reliefed as the reading ended, but I wated to get my book copy autographed. Lukily I was at the front of the line, but to my luck drove the tram away back to the central station when I steped out of the bookstore. I went to the stop and the next tram would be there in 15 minutes. I was in horror and I did not know how I would last the 15 minutes plus the time to a bathroom. I looked into Google Maps if there was a bar or anything near to my location. I found a bar some hundred meters away. I walked there but when I saw the bar I knew that I was not visiting any toilet there. It was a super grimm looking location I did not want to enter. So I went back to the stop and walked up and down until finaly the next tram came. I could not stand still in the tram an I knew I would not make it to the train station. I had one chance, my old university. Although it was already 9:30pm, the buildings are open until 10 pm. I left the tram at the nearest stop to the university, but I needed to walk several hundred meters and on the way I needed to stop, so I could focus on holding my pee. When entery the nearest building I leaked a bit of pee in my panties. There I walked one set of stairs up and a long corridor down till I found the neares set of toilets. It was empty and after closig the door I ripped my jeans down and had a blissful pee. I needed to relax some minutes after I was done as it was so exhausting. But I did have enough time to get my train back home.
Sunday, March 23, 2025
Tricky
I Once Ate Too Much Spicy Food Before Camping
I was 19, and had just finished my Freshman year of college. Me and a new date decided to go camping. She had been to that site, but I hadn't. The night we left, her parents served us some homecooked food. I told them I liked spicy, and they made it more spicy than I was used to. Lots of chilis. I stuffed myself full with multiple platefuls regardless.
I paid for it dearly the next day.
We were in the middle of a long late-afternoon hike on a crowded trail, and I was constantly letting out warm, silent farts that almost felt wet as I walked, my insides gurgling and contorting in ways that didn't feel natural or pleasant. I hadn't pooped all day yet because the toilets offered no privacy here, and I wanted to hold it for another day until the drive back, so we could stop at a gas station or similar. I could smell my own rancid gas for the last few minutes, when the cute, petite, olive-skinned young lady I was dating blurted out:
"Do you need to use the bathroom!?"
Busted. So I said, "Yeah."
She laughed and said, "I KNEW it! I've been smelling you for the last five minutes!"
An elderly couple walking 20 feet ahead of us heard the exchange, looked behind at us, and the lady laughed, remarking, "Oh dear!" I felt so embarrassed.
My GF then said, "Come on. I know where there's a restroom near here."
I knew the restroom she was talking about, and I dreaded it. The only one at the campground. It had pit toilets without stalls.
I had to stop farting when I felt warm, spicy, semi-solidness knocking on my back door. I wasn't going to be able to hold it another day, and would either be going here, or in the woods.
About a quarter mile later, it built up into an emergency. It took every effort to contain the frothy mess scalding the inside of my colon by that point. The pressure had built up to something very uncomfortable, each footstep threatening to spill it all out into my pants and underwear, and I didn't bring a change of clothes with me. My fate was sealed. I was going to poop in this awkward restroom. My only other choices were in the woods where random strangers might also see me, or in my pants.
Then another quarter mile later, we found the building. It was an old wooden building from at least 50 years prior, that had a concrete foundation, split into a Mens' and Ladies' section, with no doors on the entrances, wooden walls partially covering each entrance, and tiny windows near the roof. The room was dark. I could see an unoccupied vault toilet from outside the Mens' room, unobstructed by the wooden wall when standing at 30 feet from the building. The feet of someone seated in a stall were also visible from the Ladies' room as I approached.
My date said, "I need to go too."
We both went into our respective sides.
It was a cramped room, no more than 8 feet in width. As I stepped toward the entrance, visible in front of me were two vault toilets, separated by a concrete half-barrier that went up to maybe 3 feet and didn't extend far in front of the toilets, and on the right, two partitionless square-shaped urinals. The vault toilet on the left from where I stood at the entrance, the one visible from outside, had hand rails, the other toilet on the right near the urinals, did not. As I stepped inside, I noticed there was a sink and a mirror near the door with a wall-mounted water tank, water pump, and soap dispenser. The smell was nothing short of atrocious, even though the room otherwise appeared clean.
I wasted no time, choosing the vault toilet on my right, the one that couldn't be seen from outside the building, hastily opened the lid, lowered my pants and underwear to my upper legs, sat my hairless butt down, and...
Nothing but some unusually warm and voluminous farts, which came out silent. I could feel the spice from them searing my ring piece. Maybe it was diarrhea since my butt felt wet, but I didn't hear anything hit whatever was below the toilet.
The half-wall only went up to below my right shoulder and extended just short of my knees as I sat on the toilet. There was zero functional privacy. I was facing a side view of the open urinals and was opposite the sink/mirror on the left, and I could see the wooden wall at the entrance on the right in front of me from where I sat on the toilet. I could see my face from my eyes on up in the mirror. I was anxious, fearing someone would walk in at any time and see me like this. I had used doorless stalls and open toilets a few times before this time, but I still was not comfortable with it, and felt a wave of embarrassment fill every inch of my being, even though the room was otherwise empty.
Which without a doubt, caused my bowels to lock up and everything to retreat. I sat there, in silence, able to hear my girlfriend dropping pee from the other side.
*ptz-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
She quietly sighed in relief from the other side of the building, sound traveling through the vault below where we sat. Which also might have explained why my bowels locked up. I didn't want her hearing my embarrassing noises, either, even though she knew what I came here to do. The atomic farts on the trail told that story.
But I pushed, and strained, wanting to get this over with, knowing I needed to badly go, that I would not make it to the toilet if I left now and it all came rushing back, not wanting to have to take an emergency crap outside in the bushes with minimal coverage and crowds of people everywhere, hoping to finish before someone walked in on me and saw me on the can.
I heard my girlfriend roll some toilet paper, pull her pants up, close the lid of the toilet she was on, unlatch a stall door, crank the water dispenser to wash her hands, and walk out.
I felt sharp pains in my lower GI tract as everything came rushing back the exit. It was coming and I was not going to stop it. Better here than in my pants.
*BRAAAAAA-A-A-A-A-A-A-AP*
*plut-plut-plut-plat-splat-plapt*
I saw someone approach the entrance, as I sat there awkwardly, with wet, sloppy, chunky, spicy filth involuntarily and noisily dropping out of my exposed butt.
*plat-plat-BRU-RU-RU-RU-RU-plup*
It was an obese elderly man, slowly waddling in. He decided to stand at the urinal directly in front of me instead of the further one by the sink, unzipped, and stood there holding his organ out, just 2 feet in front of me, totally unashamed as he let out a fart and started peeing. I did my best to look away, as I sat there loudly defecating right by his side.
*plat-plat-plupt-PRRRRRRRRTT-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tlup*
He zipped up, and left without washing his hands. Perhaps me on the toilet in full view made things too awkward. I felt very embarrassed already, and I wasn't even done. I felt more on the way, but it had stopped coming out. I sat there for the next few minutes, still feeling extremely embarrassed that someone had seen me pooping like this, even if this was far from the first time.
In walks two more people, the first a skinny red-haired pale-skinned boy of about 11 wearing blue jeans and a maroon t-shirt, followed by a 30-something, skinny, shirtless, tattoo-covered man with a red beard, long red hair in a ponytail, and fluffy red chest hair.
The boy non-nonchalantly, without hesitation or seemingly any embarrassment whatsoever, walked right up to the vault toilet next to me. The red-haired man unzipped and started to use the urinal near the sink, as the kid standing next to me at the adjacent vault toilet opened the lid, dropped his pants, and took a seat, as if he'd already done this here at least a few times before, used to the awkward layout and lack of privacy. I could see his face to the right in my peripheral vision sticking up over the short half wall, his shoes, legs, and knees jutting out in front of the half wall not quite as far as mine, as he sat on the adjacent crapper with his pants and underwear pulled all of the way down.
Gushing out a strong stream of pee, the man at the far urinal in front of me, bearing his organ in my field of vision, then yelled out,
"Patrick, make sure you wipe real good this time. You're on your last pair of clean underwear."
The kid yelled with a bit of agitation, "Okay dad! It's not my fault you made me eat canned chili for three days!"
The kid started loudly and flatulently pooping, seemingly without any shame, as I sat there embarrassed, awkwardly waiting for the rest of the spicy load to drop out of me.
*BRORPT-plfffffffffft-PLAT-PLAT-PLAT*
Those noises came from his side, not mine. It was so awkward being seated next to each other like this. This may have been my first ever buddy dump with a complete stranger.
He sighed, then strained.
"Urgh..."
*WOMP-P-P-T*
A second or so passed...
*THUD*
His dad, still peeing, remarked. "This evening, I'm gettin' us pizza on the way back. Promise."
The kid, still agitated, shrieked, "PLEASE! I don't ever want chili again! Not for the rest of my life!"
*B-R-R-R-R-R-R-T*
The kid farted again, then sighed, and seemed to strain.
"Ughh... Ahhh..."
About 20 seconds later, the dad had finished peeing, zipped up, and headed to the sink. As the dad started pumping the water from the tank to wash his hands, he had a direct frontal view of both of us in the mirror, sitting on the two toilets. It was at this point that my poop started finally rushing out, at first firm, crackling...
*pffft-pltzshlpftz-t-z-t-z-t-z-t*
...feeling slightly painful from the spice as I could feel the weight of it hanging out of my butt. It quickly transitioned back to sloppy, greased, wet, and soft...
*THUD* *THUD*
*PLAT-PLAT-rooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooort-plupt-plop-plop*
It was a very large volume of soft poop that came out of me like greased lightning. Upon hearing this awkward noise, the father quickly left the restroom, obviously not wanting to linger like a weirdo watching his kid and I pooping next to each other, when I let out a rippling fart...
*BRUT-PLT-PLT-PLT-PLT*
It made my ass ripple and seemed to shake the walls. It was followed by the sensation of something more solid and substantial dropping out of me and loudly hitting the vault below...
*THUD*
I felt empty and started hurriedly wiping, wanting to get out of this awkward scenario and get my pants back up before anyone else came in. I rushed the cleanup job not only since I was in such an awkward position, but because wiping hurt. My o-ring burned from all of that spicy food. I could only do two or three passes, and in my attempt to avoid causing pain, accidentally getting orange poop smeared on my hand. The paper looked clean enough, at least in the dark, on the final pass, It would have do anyway, because I was now out of paper, and didn't feel like asking my neighbor for any. although I didn't feel quite clean either.
I pulled my pants up, buckled my belt, shut the lid of the vault toilet, and operated the water pump to wash my hands.
Through the mirror, I saw the kid look at me with a closed and nervous smile of puzzlement, as he sat there with his pants and tighty-whiteys on the floor, legs and butt fully exposed, covering his private with one of his hands, face now beet-red, either from embarrassment or from straining or both, it was difficult to say. The sight amused me as much as it grossed me out, reminding me of how exposed I was just seconds ago, but there was nothing I could do about it other than to try to not look at the mirror, but it was still in my peripheral vision as I washed my hands. His dad certainly got a clear view of both of us on the toilets while washing his hands at the sink.
The kid sighed again, now obviously bearing down, "Ugh... Ugghhh... Ahhhh!"
*brrrrrr-T-T-T*
A fart echoed about the room, followed by...
*THUD*
He immediately started wiping himself as I did my best to wash my hands with the cold water(after inadvertently getting my poop on my right hand while wiping). The kid kept wiping, and wiping, and wiping, repeatedly and thoroughly, obviously conscientious of the possibility of leaving skidmarks, doing exactly as his father told him.
I left. The dad stood outside, looking away from the building, possibly not wanting to embarrass his kid any further. My girlfriend faced the same direction, obviously knowledgeable of the situation at hand and not wanting to watch. As they faced away from the building, three girlscouts roughly the boy's age were now walking toward us and to the building behind us. Some of them immediately started smiling and giggling, obviously having seen the toilet occupant wiping in the Mens' room. The dad went in front of the Mens' room entrance with his back facing his kid, acting as a shield to keep the girls from seeing him wipe his butt in public as they approached the Womens' side, who were curiously looking toward the Mens' entrance as they walked.
I heard the dad say, "I'm guarding you this time." The kid said, "Thanks." The implication being that the kid had used that same toilet before already. He seemed used to it. There were some awkward smiles from the approaching girls.
Me and my date resumed our hike. When we got far enough away from the building, she asked me why that boy didn't shut his stall door and was exposing himself in public like that. I told her there were no stall doors, that was simply how the restroom was built. She was aghast, and asked me if others saw me on the toilet while I did my business. I confirmed that to be the case, without going into details, still recovering from the embarrassment I felt at the fact that 3 people, the fat elderly man, the kid, and his dad, each saw me on the crapper mid-dump with the sides of my butt exposed. That was bad enough, but I also saw two mens' wieners near eye level as they pissed in front of me, and also saw the kid on the can wiping himself through the mirror when I washed my hands. She said the Ladies' room had three stalls, all with doors, and then jokingly or not-so jokingly said I could have went in there and we could have kept each other company instead.
What an awkward restroom that was.
I returned to that campsite another decade later, and a new slightly larger building with doors at the entrance replaced the old building. The Mens' side now had flush toilets, two urinals with privacy partitions, and a single gapless handicapped stall with a locking door. And instead of being a public exhibit, pooping there was finally a pleasure, inviting enough for me to spend 10-15 minutes reading a book, instead of rushing to finish before someone walked in and saw me on the toilet.Pete
I live alone in a big house which has three toilets. One is in a ensuite bathroom off my bedroom the second is in the family bathroom and the third is downstairs next to the front door in the hall so I have the privilege of choosing where to do my number two each day. I prefer the ensuite WC because it is Japanese with a heated seat which not only makes it more comfortable in cold weather but also seems to facilitate the ease with which I shit. The only person who uses the so-called family bathroom is my teenage grandson when he comes visiting with his family. Why he chooses to do his business at my house I don't know, probably the thrill of shitting somewhere different. Anyway, I had to complain to his mother recently for him failing to flush and leaving the toilet in a somewhat dirty state. Since then he seems to be okay and has left it respectable.
Kevin
Greetings from a Poop Devotee
Hey everyone! I find this group especially awesome and useful for folks like myself who simply want to share toilet events with like minded souls who may appreciate the same. We are a unique crowd - then again, we may not be as unique as we think, we are just willing to communicate our experiences and enjoyments. At any rate, I am a 51 year old bi-sexual male from Texas. Probably a lot of Catch-22's in that introductory description of myself, but there it is. I have enjoyed the act of pooping as long as I can remember. I certainly began to connect the dots with enjoyment of the act as a part of my personality probably from the age of 10 or so forward. Obviously with each passing year, I refine and refocus the enjoyment into new ways of understanding. It is a deep subject area. My experiences and my enjoyment of all things related to this topic are a bit vanilla. I find no interest in the darker, more extreme forms this topic area can take on - but I have no feelings of disrespect or condemnation for those who do...so there is that. I have casually enjoyed this page from a distance for a long while. I finally want to contribute. This particular week has been a bit of a challenge for me as it relates to pooping. To share a bit more about my habits, I tend to have large #2s.....almost always in terms of quantity, and sometimes in actual poop size too. This week has been an experience in both, which is what I guess prompts my desire to share. On Tuesday and again today (Friday) I had absolutely enormous poops. I tend to go every 2 to 3 days. This has been normal for me throughout life. Sometimes I do go daily, sometimes it is even multiple times a day, so I just go with it. Tuesday was my first time going since the previous Thursday. By Tuesday the need was urgent. I work in higher education, so my free-time schedule depends on a few other things. I also admit that probably 75% of my poops occur in public restrooms. Over the years I have grown comfortable with this....in many ways, I prefer it. If you are a true connoisseur of this 'hobby' you like opportunities to be around others doing the same. At least I do. So, back to Tuesday, I went to one of my favorite public restrooms. It is located in a department store in a local mall. This particular men's room has 4 stalls, my favorite is the 2nd. I think I have used all 4 at various times. I love this restroom because the stalls are roomy. I hate being crowded out by the TP holder or narrow spaces. Luckily, there is lots of leg room in this location. Usually, there are other poopers in this restroom. I have often wondered if people like myself do not seek it out, but no solid proof of that yet. I do like others to be present during poops (at least more often than not). Tuesday however, I had the place to myself throughout the ordeal and I am not unhappy about that. I knew the task at hand was going to be a bit brutal. I know everyone knows when they are about to take a poop that will hurt a bit. I admit (for whatever reason), I sit on the toilet with my legs wide apart. Not sure if this is habit, due to need, or repressed sexual reasons....but I digress. Once I occupied the toilet, I simply could not sit with my legs open. This particular turd was going to be incredibly wide. Instinctively, I closed my legs as tightly as possible and let nature, gravity, and need take their necessary course. It took around 5 minutes of pushing and mental preparation to allow the inevitable. With no shortage of audible grunts, I finally pushed out a huge log. It was close to three inches wide and at least 15 inches long. It extended from beyond the drain hole to the front of the toilet, the tip out of water. It took several minutes to push out. It can only be described as a trauma of sorts. It hurt. A lot. As is usually the case on big poop days, I knew I had more. Sure enough after a 3-5 minute break, I felt another need to push. A few loud farts preceded a load of much smaller turds. I remember counting 8 similar in size to a hot dog wiener. Another 3-5 minutes passed and another renewed need to push greeted me. Again, a few audible farts preceded another 6-8 smaller turds. Sensing I was finally done, I began the task to clean up and move along. It took around 4 flushes to get everything on its way and considerable streaks in the bowl remained afterwards.
The other experience I had this week occurred just prior to me beginning this post. I am home this afternoon and felt my first need to poop since Tuesday. Part of me believes that I psychologically put it off to allow myself to recover from the pain and literal trauma to my anus. Today was different from Tuesday only in quantity. I had 3 turds rather than 15+. However, the primary turd in question was 10 inches long and once again 3 inches thick. Like Tuesday, I had to close my legs to endure its passage.
I admit I am ready for a more normal poop experience that I can share here. I truly want to be involved with this group. I have many thoughts and observations about things I would like to ask individuals in this group about. I love pooping. I love the feeling, the purpose, and the pleasure that flows from it. Hopefully we can share and learn from each other. Until next time.
Wicked Grace
St. Patrick's Day
Hey there! I've been lurking in the shadows, soaking up all the wild stories, but today, I'm about to share a tale of my own. This is my first time posting, so bear with me. Brief introduction, the name's Grace and I'm biracial, half Korean, half white and almost done with college. I have black hair and brown eyes about 5'6" and am a badass on the gymnastics team.
So back to it, on Saturday I went out in the afternoon with some friends to do a bar crawl after the parade. After a few spots I was starting to feel it so me and my friend Jess decided to stop and grab a bite. We took the path next to the river to get some fresh air. It felt like we were walking forever and I realized I really needed a bathroom ASAP. Jess said she had to pee too. There was a bridge up ahead and I knew I couldn't hold it to find anywhere better. Jess didn't argue, so we started hustling. Fortunately there weren't that many people around.
The coast was clear under the bridge and it looked like some other people had the same idea. I still figured I'd stand guard and let Jess go first cause she is fast AF. I stole a couple peeks as she went. She has brown hair and hazel eyes and she is a little taller than me but she's also my bff and seeing her jet stream made me have to go even more. I gave her a tissue to clean up but I couldn't wait for her to finish and stand guard so I pulled down my shorts and panties to my knees and let loose. As Jess was standing up, I thought I heard some talking nearby and then some dude comes walking up. Mommy Jess got between us real quick, but the guy was like "Sorry ladies, I'm not looking but I really got to go!"
I was still mid-stream trying not to hit Jess and he walked around us without looking. I think he might have walked through my pee! So he goes by and I'm expecting him to whip it out and hose down the wall, but then he stops with his back to us and he pulls down his shorts and then he squats down and I can see his junk just hanging there. I look up at Jess to see her expression since she is straight and she is just staring, he is kind of cute I think a few years older than us. He had short brown hair and had some cool tattoos. As soon as he got his shorts down he farted loud! Jess laughed but she was still staring, I laughed too but was still trying aim my stream. The guy said "Kegs and eggs was a bad idea." I looked back over and he was already pooping. Jess was just like OMG, and both of us were just watching him now. He was pushing out a log that was like soft serve just curling on the ground as it came out. I had to say it "How much did you eat!?" So he just said "Too much. Sorry again."
I was finished by now, so I grabbed a tissue out of my hand bag to wipe up and I guess he heard me because he kept his word and wasn't looking but he said "Do you have any paper for me?" So I pulled up my thong first and then my shorts, I think he saw that, and then I grabbed a couple more tissues for him. As I walked over I could still hear him shitting so I reached out with the tissues and he thanked me. As me and Jess started walking away, she yelled back "Have a good one!" and we both laughed. It was the first time I've seen someone pooping and it was honestly pretty wild.
Thanks for reading and looking forward to getting to know you all and sharing our experiences!Mina
Dear Anna from Austria, Part 2
After Mina finished to write, we all thought, it is not your fault if you clog loo. Of course it is best that we flush in middle of bowel motion, and then produce more, but sometimes our body don't wait, so before we have chance to flush, loo is too full of mierda already. That is what was happened to Mina and Maho in a college. Perhaps barista also have such kind of experience.
We hope you are not too upset after clog loo.
Love from Chakamami familyJameson
Reply to Leah and a couple stories
To Leah.
I'm sure that was very embarrassing. It's bad enough having diarrhea in public let alone getting the door opened on you for everyone to hear it and have to face everyone when you get out. I can only imagine how embarrassing it was for that guy who I walked in on at that restaurant when he got done in the restroom and had to walk back out. That was why I decided it was best if I just left to avoid anymore embarrassment for him and I doubt he cared to see me again anyway.
That made me think of a couple other stories about walking in on people in Port a potties. One happened to me and another happy to my grandmother.
My story.
One time we went to a fair to go watch a concert. I had to use the restroom and the only options were port a potties.I went up to one that said it was open. It turned out there was a guy in there on the seat. He must have forgot to lock the door or maybe the lock wasn't working. Either way I opened the door on him and exposed him to everyone around. The guy put his hands on his head and screamed. I apologized and went on to the next one. This one was open for real . I made sure it's door locked even though I just had to pee.
My grandmother's incident
When my grandparents were able to travel we would always take a trip to all the cemeteries where our family is buried. One of the cemeteries has a port a potty for the visitors. My grandmother had to use it. When she opened the door she discovered some random guy was already in there sitting on the pot. They both screamed and I don't know who scared the other one worse . My grandfather and I both laughed. The guy never did come out as long as we were there. We never would've thought anyone would be in there because we didn't see any other vehicles around. We figured the guy was waiting for us to leave before he came out so we left as soon as possible. Every time we went on t hat trip after that we always the of that and none of us ever used that port a potty again.I saw something really interesting in Boston over the weekend. So obviously it was St. Patrick's Day weekend and there was a lot of drinking going on. I was waiting for a train and there was a group of girls in the station who had obviously been drinking. One of them had peed her pants but was denying that she had until the other girls pointed out the stain to her and she started saying "omg I pissed myself a lot." She was wearing dark jeans so I couldn't see the stain unless I looked harder than I did, but it was an interesting sighting nonetheless. Has anybody else seen anything similar over St. Patrick's Day weekend?
Mina
Dear Anna from Austria
We are sympathise with your story! We hope, that barista girl didn't say snide thing about your clog toilet.
Mina and Maho have experience to clog toilet in college. Mina write that before. We didn't be caught. But Maho clogged two toilets one after another. Then she used third toilet to clean her bottom, and that toilet didn't clog. Both Mina and Maho felt sorry for loo cleaner person. We hope, that she get very high salary for job which is not pleasant one.
Maho has 3 potties now. She gave shock to us few weeks ago when in one sitting she produced two turds which were long about 45 centimetres and wide about 7 centimetres. And they didn't break up both of them, so Hisae used disposable chopstick to break them up in loo. So we decide that if we do buddy dump with potties again, and Maho produce turds like that, we can break them up and load spare potties.
Usually in one sitting Maho produces about 7 large turds, sometimes more, but if she produce so big ones like 50 centimetres, then she produce only about four all together and then finish. (Few weeks ago like Mina said, she produced five, two were giant and three were smaller but quite big.)
Maho says, she fed up with people who say, beautiful woman can't produced lots mierda. Maho knows, that this is pants. Maho is very very beautiful. Look like young version of actor Ryōko Shinohara, she (Ryōko) has lovely face and beautiful sexy body. But beautiful Maho happily produce enough turds to clog loo, if she is not careful. (Maybe Ryōko Shinohara also does that. We hope!!)
When weather is bit warmer, we do buddy motion with potties!! We hope that you look forward.
Love to everyone.
Mina and Chakamami family
Petr
I grew up in a medium-sized Russian city in the 1990s. I lived not far from the town square. The peasant wives from the surrounding villages would come there to sell their wares. They would be there from early morning until late afternoon.
They had no access to a toilet, so when they had to do so, they had to do it outdoors. Close to the square was an abandoned industrial area with empty buildings that you could hide between. That's where we played and that's where the market women went when they had to relieve themselves.
There were tons of used toilet paper scattered around in every nook and cranny, along with old and not-so-old feces. Not so rarely, in fact quite often, we could see one or another of the market women squatting with their bare bottoms or standing and wiping their behinds after completing their necessary errands.
I remember specifically being surprised that many of these women did not use toilet paper, but simply paper pages from newspapers. There was no tradition of hiding what one had done. It was left on the field, in full view of everyone.
Of course, we as children found this very comical. The poor ladies probably didn't! But, it was an unwritten rule that we pretended not to see them and they pretended not to notice us.
On the most popular days, there could probably be over 50 market ladies there. Most of them were quite old, between 50 and 70 years old, I think.
My grandmother and my aunt lived in the countryside. Sometimes when we visited them, we went into the forest to pick berries or mushrooms. Then it happened that I also had to poop outside. That was how it had to be done. I remember seeing both my grandmother and my aunt do it too. I think they had a much more relaxed attitude towards such things back then than we do nowadays. It was kind of completely normal, which of course it really is.Leah
To mjd
I was sitting in a portaloo, to answer your first question, if I assume you mean that story.
I had a big hard poo at work on friday 14th, it was in the afternoon after lunch, I always feel gassy after lunch and the pressure got so bad I could feel it coming so I made a dash to the empty ladies room, I picked up my magazine and sat down on the end loo, trousers and panties down to my ankles.
I have to be more careful now we have a new female cleaner, I wouldn't want her walking in me hehe.
I was going through the pages and a boom echoed in the bowl and I clutched my stomach as the pressure was intense I had to let out a big sigh. I can hear people coming in and out of the business, the main door is alarmed for security so whenever someone opens it, it triggers a loud squeaky alarm and the ladies room is opposite that door.
So I have to bear down because I can feel this massive poo coming out, "huuuuughhh" I give up and rest, but the poo is moving slowly I fan the air with my magazine and cough as it stinks! "Mmmmmnnnngg" plooop! And a massive grunt of relief followed as I stayed sat for a few minutes more, my stomach still aching at this point.
I forced out a few more pebbles, and then I shifted my bum to the side so I could look in the bowl and it looked like a real monster! Really big and fat at the back and then getting smaller with long tip at the front, which curved up the bowl, I wiped my bum about 10 times it was really messy.
I realised I had been gone 15 minutes so I pulled up my panties and trousers, put my magazine back on the table and flushed my poo down.
I washed my hands as I looked in the mirror and went back to work.
I often always do have big poos, when I'm at home they normally break off into separate logs which clog, I hate pooping at home and I live next door to a park with a loo so I might try there in future.
I think I know what you mean, there is a Toby carvery in town near me which we use when we see extended family as it is halfway from where they live and, this restaurant has one big unisex bathroom, two lines of cubicles on either side, one side ladies one side men.
I remember the last time we went I must have been constipated that day, as the food went straight to my stomach, and I could feel something shifting inside, like a blockage so with my hand gripping my stomach I quickly excused my self, I went up the stairs and into the unisex loos, I went into the first loo and the lock was broken, so I kept walking to near the end of the room.
It's a big busy bathroom with people coming in and out and I knew I might be a while.
I went into a loo, locked it and pulled my skirt down to my ankles and sat half way on the seat, I hung my handbag on the door hook, took out a magazine and started flipping though it with excitement, I let out a big part and toot, the men come in and go quickly, in fact, everyone did.
While I was trying to poo, I had a big wee and a family came in, it sounded like a father with his daughters, shouting they're heads off, and putting me off my poo, "dad, it smells funny in here" said on of the girls, "just go in there and have a wee" said the dad, I think he went into a loo with one of his daughters, the other one was being annoying and running around "hmm hmm" I gently pushed as I was feeling anxious, almost like I would have felt guilty if I had a poo, the girl was trying doors, I admit my urge to poo was fading and I was just sat there reading. The father and daughter must have shared the same loo, it sounded like he was dressing her, I could no wait for them to leave, the other people I could not have cared for, but this hard rock was now pushing its way out "uuhhh" I muttered under my breath as my sister entered "leah,are you in here?" "Sorry this is taking longuuuuur thaaan I thouuuuught" uuugh and she said "oh, OK then" and took a loo and had a quick wee, as she was leaving she said "don't be long" and left after about 20 minutes this poo came out with an almighty splash! And right up my bum "uuugh" I grunted in disgust, I stayed sat for a few minutes more to be sure, then I got multiple layers of loo roll and wiped and dried my bum, stood up pulled my skirt up and left.
I must say it's an unusual set up, not really safe but no reported problems.
I think you should have told her!
Apart from friends seeing me on the loo, no
Happy pooping
Princess Toadstool Peach
Peeing, Solid thick Poo, Breaking Wind and runny stool
Hello everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I had a really bad stomach cramp same with my best friend/sister Princess Rosalina breaking wind this morning "These farts are killing me I think I have to s(Censored)t now!" We headed over to the women's restroom, headed into empty stalls, lock the doors, went over to the toilet, there I lifted up my dress, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sit down on the toilet adjusting myself and squatting on a footstool as I read my newspaper while Rosalina pulled up her dress, pulled down her knickers to her knees, put toilet paper on the seat due to being a germaphobe, then sat down on the toilet. I began peeing same with Rosalina then before I knew it we began passing solid poo stool then we curled our feet together and both released some liquid waste dump "PAAAARRRRRPPPPPPPPPP CRRRRACCKLLE PLOOP PLOP SPLASH KERSPLASH TOOOT PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!!" We must of released our runny bowels 5 times. Ahhhh that feels rather nice disgusting but nice. I discovered I had no toilet paper luckily Rosalina had a spare roll I could use after we're done. We both wiped, stood up pulled up our panties and knickers, lifted down my dress same with Rosalina and we flushed after filling up the whole toilet leaving some disgusting skidmarks. See you next time bye bye now!Alyssa
Best constipation story
Hi there!
Long time lurker finally posting. I wanted to see if you have a favorite post about extreme constipation (poster and page number) or if you want to share your worst constipation story.
Thanks!
Skidmarked from a walk
Reply to Anne and anyone is more than welcome to answer
You get skid marks sometimes?
If so, when was your last skid mark and why?
Do you ever wipe prior to using the bathroom and find the paper a little dirty?
STEPHEN .P
KEEPING REGULAR
Woke this morning ,had a wee then back to bed sat for ten minutes waiting for the alarm,as I silenced it needed the toilet took off my pants and sat on the VOLRATH bed pan immediately had a wee ten pooped for two minutes it felt great.
Remained sitting for a few minutes then wiped ,on with dressing gown and off to bonfire to empty.Started another course of PROBIOTIC a few days agoTuesday, March 18, 2025
(Part 3)
Lukas walked to the fallen tree trunk and turned his back to the trunk. He had his thumbs in the waistband of his dark blue sweatpants and then tugged them down to his boots. He didn't put down his underpants yet, so he just stood there in his underpants with his sweatpants around his calves. Most boys wore briefs in those days, and so did Lukas. But his briefs were bright red, I remember this because I didn't expect a shy boy to wear something so 'outspoken'.
Tobias and I were standing behind him at the other side of the fallen tree. Lukas put his thumbs in the band of his briefs but suddenly hesitated again. He looked over his shoulder to us and said, "Never tell anybody about this." We promised it again.
Tobias' and Lukas' parents were nice people, but quite strict in some aspects. They would not consider it appropriate to poop outside, so I think Lukas wanted to make sure that they would not hear about this.
I was surprised at how supportive Tobias tried to be for his brother. He had stopped laughing and said: "No, I'm not going to tell anybody. When you have to go you have to go. I think it's cool that you're going to do it."
"Er… Lukas?" I asked.
"Hm?" Lukas answered, a bit annoyed because he was impatient, of course.
"Most people also pee when they poop," I said, "Have you thought about that?"
"Er… no," he said, "What do you mean?"
"I think you have to lean way over the trunk, so that you can point your wiener down to pee."
"OK", said Lukas, "I will try."
(Part 4)
Then Lukas lowered his briefs down to his boots. He placed his hands on the tree trunk, jumped and placed his bare bum on the tree. He shifted backwards a bit so that his bum was leaning over the tree. Then he tried to shift a bit more backwards in order to point his penis down so he would not pee into his lowered pants. That nearly made him fall backwards, so he leaned his upper body forward to keep his balance. To make sure he didn't poop on them, he lifted his jacket and shirt a little.
I didn't want to miss anything, so I squatted down behind him. And of course, Tobias followed my example. Because the tree trunk was a bit above the ground, we were watching the spectacle now a little from below.
"I can see your butthole," Tobias blurted out. I punched him, being afraid that Lukas would get even more uncomfortable. But Lukas just grinned a little.
"How are you doing?" I asked, because nothing was happening yet.
"I don't know," Lukas answered. "Most times I don't have to push, but I think this is a very fat one." I think he started pushing right then, because at that moment he farted. Tobias giggled. "This is the first time that I can not only hear, but also see a fart." I had to suppress a giggle myself, it was indeed a funny sight, his butthole opening a little and then puckering again.
Lukas sighed, he apparently took a break from pushing. He started to pee. He was using one hand to point his penis down as I advised him, but because he leaned forward with his upper body, his pee was directed backwards. Tobias and I were squatted closely behind him, but luckily one of us on either side, so that his pee landed between us. It was only a few spurts. Then Lukas started making soft grunting noises.Kenna
When pushing just doesn't work!
Hey all!! I haven't posted in forever! Been super busy with life. For those who don't remember me, my boyfriend suffers from really hard poops that I almost always have to help him get out one way or another. This happened recently, and he was so backed up it was nearly impossible for him to go. This was one of his worst constipation sessions by far. He didn't go poop all week and by the weekend we had plans to head out of town with my best friend Mackenzie for a few days. Josh usually has a really difficult time pooping away from home and on top of not going for nearly a week I figured it would happen at some point out of town. We weren't super far away from home and because the weather has been awesome we planned on camping. Mackenzie knows a little about Josh's issues going to the bathroom, but he's still pretty embarrassed about it around her. Sunday rolled around and after a whole week of not going poop, Josh finally needed to take a dump. It came on pretty fast and he really needed to go which obviously was the case from not going all week. He pulled me aside and told me he needed to go and probably would need some help getting it to come out. I convinced him to walk to the toilets and just try to go and see what happens. I stayed back with Kenzie and Josh headed for the bathroom. Kenzie asked me if he had to poop and I told her yes and that he hadn't been for a whole week so he would probably be awhile and i admitted to her it most likely won't come out on its own. Sure enough after about 10 minutes josh texted and said he couldn't push it out, that it was way too hard and big. I told Kenzie not to say anything but admitted that he couldn't go. She felt bad for him but definitely understood as sometimes she has the same issue with not being able to go on her own when it's just too hard or big. Josh came back to our site and after about an hour I asked if he wanted to go for a walk. I told Kenzie we would be back in a bit and that I was going to try and help Josh go. We headed out and found a private spot. I asked Josh if he would like to try going to the bathroom again and he agreed. He pulled down his pants and boxers and squatted down facing me. I knelt in front of him so he could brace against me while trying to go. He took a deep breath and I gently held him and whispered to him to concentrate. He began pushing softly and squeezed me once it started to hurt. He would grunt, breathe and repeat. I gently encouraged him while he was pushing. I let him keep trying for awhile and then asked him "is it coming out"? "No, I'm having a hard time and it doesn't want to move". "Well, let's keep pushing for awhile and see what happens". He resumed trying to go and stayed squatting. A few minutes went by and Josh stood up. "It's not coming out" "I'm going to stand and push and could you spread my cheeks for me"? I said of course. I went behind Josh this time and spread his butt cheeks open. I had a front row view to what was trying to happen and it didn't take long for me to understand the magnitude of his problems. His anus slowly dilated as he pushed, and the hard poop showed itself. Once his anus couldn't open further, the poop stopped and Josh held the push as long as he could. Once he ran out of breath and wasn't able to push anymore, his anus slowly closed and his poop retreated back in. He tried again with me gently coaching him. No luck. He pushed even harder and gently whimpered "ow, ow, it hurts" "shh, you're doing great babe, push……" he couldn't do it though, and gave up a few minutes later. I gently wiped his butt and we headed back to camp. Kenzie texted me from across our site asking if he went and I told her no and that it was still stuck. She sent the crying emoji back and said she felt bad for him. It was approaching dinner time and I hoped eating might help Josh find the energy to be able to push out his log. After dinner we sat around for awhile when Josh got back up and said he was heading to the bathroom. Shockingly he didn't ask me to come with him, but I guessed it was because he was trying to hide his constipation from Kenzie. Her and I chatted casually about his problems while he was gone and I told her it was a huge turd stuck. Josh texted me while he was trying again from the bathroom but said someone else was in there also pooping so he couldn't really concentrate or push hard. He wasn't successful this time either and headed back to our site. He looked defeated when he got back and Kenzie asked him if he was ok (knowing he still couldn't poop) I was super surprised at his response because he actually told her "no, I'm really constipated and can't poop, I haven't gone in a week" "omg you poor thing, I'm so sorry!" "It's ok, I'm going to try again later, someone else was in the bathroom just now so I couldn't really try to go" a bit later Kenzie and I walked to the ladies room and Josh came with us. "There's nobody in here now, do you want to try again and we can stand guard by the door?" Josh reluctantly agreed and I went in with him and told Kenzie I was going to try and help him. He sat on the toilet and I got on his lap. "Ok baby, let's get this out of you!" "I know it hurts but you can do it, just focus and push, take your time". 15 minutes went by and still no poop had come out. Josh was pushing and resting a few tries at a time. Kenzie texted asking how it was going and I told her it wasn't coming and he was really having a hard time with it. "I can't poop Kenna, it just won't come out, let's go back to camp and I'll try again in a bit" Kenzie asked if he felt better when we came out of the bathroom. "No, I can't go, it's really big and hard, idk if I'll be able to push it out on my own" we lit a campfire and sat around until after dark. "I need to try to go again" Josh said. "I have to get this out before bed, it's too uncomfortable" I got up and walked with Josh but this time we didn't go to the toilets. Another secluded spot that was great for privacy. "It's not going to come out sitting down on the toilet anyways" Josh told me. "I need to squat or lay down" "if you can get this poop started then I can work on pulling it out while you push" "if pushing still won't work then I'll have to get it for you" he tried pushing again for 10 minutes or so with me coaching him and encouraging while pushing on his perineum but it wouldn't come out. He was just so constipated and getting tired of pushing. "That's it hon, I'm helping you out" "let's go to the bathroom so we can see" we went into the ladies and I locked the door. Josh took a stall and I filled up my hand with soap from the dispenser. "This might burn a little but I need something to lube this up hon" he turned and spread his legs and I asked if he was ready. "Yes just do it babe" I worked gently and slowly, carefully asking him if he was ok or wanting me to stop. His poop was so hard that I had a really difficult time making any sort of progress getting anything off it. I had to go back for more soap a few times and after probably 15 minutes I was getting more of this turd to break off and was dropping it into the toilet piece by piece. "Can you try and push Josh?" The soap might be enough for you to pass it" he took a deep breath and pushed while standing over the toilet. I worked with him and gently encouraged him to push but it was pretty stuck still and he was having trouble. We took a short break and Kenzie asked how it was going. I gave her the details and she told me to tell Josh good luck and she knew he could do it! He squatted backwards on the toilet and gave a push. I gently worked on this turd while he pushed against it hard. I was trying not to push it back up inside him and trying to make as much progress as I could for him. He still couldn't get this poop moving on his own and continued trying as I helped him go. "We have to be almost there hon, keep up the pushing, you're doing great even though it doesn't feel like it!" He was still complaining that it hurt but kept pushing and pushing. I worked with one hand and pushed around his anus with my other. Finally after like another 10 minutes the head of this thing actually started to come out and I worked more soap around it and began trying to pull a little as he pushed against it. It took a good 10 15 minutes before it splashed loudly into the toilet. It was about 18" long and solid as a rock. He caught his breath and began pushing again. It took him about 10 more minutes to finish going and he was finally empty. He was exhausted and we went back to camp, he passed out in the tent shortly after and I gave Kenzie the details. She was amazed and how bad it was and felt bad for him but relieved also that he pooped finally. We finished the trip without any further problems! I'll try to post again soon as I have some more stories! Xoxo Kenna and hope no one else is struggling too badly!Anna from Austria
I have question for my fellow ladies.
Do you gals have been caught by other ladies after you have clogged a public toilet?
I have to admit that I have clogged already few public toilets but I always got away with it until the last time.
Was spending some time at a cafe and soon the coffee I had just went through me.
I went to the ladies and locked the door. It was single room bathroom. Pulled down my slack pants, my white laced panties and sat on the toilet.
I started with a hissing pee. In mid bee I let out a huge fart and huge turd slided out of my behind and landed into the toilet. Another boom type fart and lots of soft poo came out of me and landed on my first turd. It somehow looked like a banana covered in chocolate cream.
I had to use lots of tp to clean myself. In retro perspective I should have flushed and then used the tp. my childhoodd I learned to flush only once and that is what I do automatically.
Anyway my poo somehow got stuck in the plumbing and the paper could not be flushed down.
I left flooded toilet with brown water and toilet paper on top of it.
Worse enough.But when I opened the door of the bathroom got worse.
The barista girl that served my about 20 minutes before was waiting outside the toilet and saw what I have done right away.
I just mumbled sorry there is something wrong with the toilet and left the venure.
That is my story for today.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Annie
2 solid poops that came out quickly
Good morning (11:06 AM here). Hopefully everyone is having a good day so far. Got up around 8:15 AM, grabbed my Walmart bag, water jar, toothbrush and toothpaste and went to the washroom. Peed first, filled my water jar, washed my hands and brushed my teeth and left the washroom. No one was up yet (yay!). Went upstairs and went into the kitchen for breakfast. Poured a cup of coffee (there was still enough for my caregiver), microwaved it for 50 seconds and sat down to make a sandwich with the egg, tomato and lettuce she left on the plate in the kitchen. Slowly ate it, taking sips of my coffee. Mmm. After breakfast and coffee I checked my cell phone, took my 9 AM medications (my 9 AM and 5 PM meds are very heavy and have to be taken on a full stomach otherwise they cause dizziness), grabbed my Walmart bag off the floor, grabbed my water jar and carefully went downstairs to my room. A few minutes ago I got the urge to poop. Took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, walked outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the washroom light, went in, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my black sweatpants and black underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first (a long gusher) then pushed. One solid poop came out first then another. It was fast but felt dry. Time to drink more water and do exercises in my room (remember I can't go out by myself because of the brain surgery causing memory loss. Even for my exercise program and appointments I have to be driven there and back and have someone bring me to the room and outside). Took the toilet paper, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Put the dirty toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my black underwear and black sweatpants up, turned and looked into the toilet. One poop was basically buried in the hole, solid and medium brown. The other one was also solid, sat straight next to it. Both were about 1 1/2 feet long. Not overly impressive but it felt better to get rid of them. Flushed the toilet and one of them went down. Flushed again and the other went down too. Washed my hands at the sink, turned off the tap, grabbed my Walmart bag off the floor, opened the door, turned off the light, walked to my room, took my beige flip flops off, turned on my bedroom light, opened the door, put on the pink and brown flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels and came to bed to write this. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy, happy and is having a good Friday so far. It's Friday here, almost lunch. Have a good day.
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie
Saturday, March 15, 2025
STEPHEN.P
This morning at 3an had awee in the pottie then went back to sleep.
I dreamt I was on an old steam train ,I needed to use the toilet so went to the end of the carriage and went into the toilet,locked the doorput my blazer on the coat hook ,undone my belt undone my trousers then dropped my pants and sat down.
I had to go a NUMBER TOO AND START WITH A WEE .The alarm sounded I woke up had a wee in the pottie and went down to kitchen.I needed to go a NUMBER TOO ,carried on until I could no longer hold it.so sat on the bed pan DOGGY STYLE.Kneel down push the pan under me then lower myself down to the pan too wee or poop.I wiped with CUSHELLE toilet paper when done then dressed drank the tea then emptied pan into bonfireSTEPHEN.P
Alarm woke me this morning had a wee then went down to kitchen made my usual tea and a dose of LAXIDO sat in lounge drank tea then back to kitchen more tea and started to boil some eggs.I needed a NUMBER TOO,so took the bedpan from brush cupboard took off my pants put a toilet roll on the floor,knelt down ,pushed the bedpan between my legs.
lowered myself down a few times then started to wee then my bowels opened, two minutes I was done used the toilet roll to wipe then got up put on my pants ,washed my hands then put the eggs onto a plate made more tea and had breakfast.I just had a wee on the lawn before emptying the bedpanMJD
To Leah
Sounds a horrific experience at the festival - did you squat down or just let it flow out where you stood?
Have you had any particularly big, hard poops lately?
Just come back from the toilet in a restaurant where I had to work on a particularly stubborn poo, this thing just would not budge and I had to push quite hard nnnnn uggghhh. It was one of these mixed toilets so I hope no one heard too much Eventually it came out after about 10 minutes - but had to walk back sheepishly to find my food waiting for me. Have you ever been constipated in a restaurant or in one of these mixed male/female toilets?
Ref my ex we were close but I could never bring myself to tell her that I'd like to have seen or helped her whilst she tried to achieve an evacuation, majestic as it would have been! Has a partner ever expressed an interest in seeing you on the toilet?
Becky
I had some mild diarrhea yesterday... probably my fault. I'm OK, it's just too much fiber I think lol.
Well, I thought I would have it again this morning. I didn't. When I got to work, though, I felt like I had to poop again. Tbh, they've been smelling gnarly lately, so I decided to hold it.
So I held it in. All day. I didn't have to make any effort to keep it in, it was just uncomfortable. I felt a little bloated and unwell, and kept trying to fart a little to relieve the pressure (I work in an open warehouse, so the smell wouldn't linger). It didn't work, and I'd feel a heaviness in my butt. The need to poop was always kind of there, but I never got desperate.
I did consider going when I used it on my break, but there was someone else in the bathroom. This was something I needed to do alone lol. I did have to pee pretty badly, so I went.
I ate all my snacks and lunch (lunch was very high fiber) like normal too! It wasn't super fun, and I felt kinda sick by the end of the day. I got home and tried to go, but I think I'd held it too long. I'm gonna pay for this tomorrow morning. Sometimes if I feel a need to poop in the afternoon, I'll just hold it in and go the next morning. Somehow it's easier to hold it in the latter half of the day.Annie
Big poop after breakfast
Good morning hopefully everyone is having a good day so far. Got up this morning around 8:15 AM, put my feet into the flip flops near my bed, got up, grabbed my Walmart bag from the ground, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste from the desk (I have them sitting on a small plastic bag to prevent the desk from getting wet), went to the door, opened it, went outside my room, closed the door and walked to the washroom. I peed first, brushed my teeth, put everything back in my room then went upstairs for breakfast. There was a loaf of bread and a small plate with an egg, cheese, lettuce and tomato on the table. I made and ate the sandwich. I checked the time and it was still too early to take my medications so I microwaved a cup of water for 50 seconds then poured a package of coffee into the cup. That's how my caregiver wants me to make coffee here. A guy who lives here (who can work, etc) has a kettle he bought and instant coffee to put in a mug. After I drank my cup of coffee I took my 9 AM medications, grabbed the Walmart bag off the ground, pulled my chair back and got up, pushing my chair in. Went downstairs quietly and carefully since it was dark and everyone else here is sleeping. Right after coming downstairs I got the urge to poop so I took the Walmart bag, went to the washroom, turned on the light, went in and closed the door. I had to hold it in as hard as I could. Walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed finally and peed a lot first then pushed and a big solid poop came out slowly. Finally the last of it came out and laid in the toilet. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some, put the toilet paper roll back into the Walmart bag, put the bag on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. It was a messy wipe. Put the messy toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look at the poop I made. It was hard and cracked and was maybe 1 1/2 feet long. Overall pretty disappointing. Oh well. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, turned off the tap, grabbed the Walmart bag, went to the door, opened it, turned off the light and walked across the hall to my room. Took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light, opened the door, walked in, closed the door, put the bedroom flip flops on, dried my hands on the towel and sat on the bed. I already refilled my water jar and microwaved it. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and is having a good Monday so far. Please try to enjoy your day.
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie