VioletIndigo
Some stories
I finally have some stories that are interesting enough to share!
Story 1: A friend of mine who I have referenced in other stories visited me. This is the friend who is really open about her bathroom habits. Despite having been friends for a really long time, we had not ever "buddy dumped" in the same bathroom. This sort of changed recently?
We were visited a touristy place in a major city and had been walking around all day. We were buzzing with caffeine with another friend of ours who I have also mentioned. All three of us needed to use the bathroom.
We walked into a busy bathroom, although there was no line. The bathroom probably had 20 stalls, with most having been occupied. One of my friends got an open stall near the entrance to the bathroom while the friend of mine who is really open to talking about her bathroom habits took the stall at the end of the bathroom and I sat next to her.
I just needed to pee, so I sat down and started peeing. My friend took off her hoodie and hung it over the stall door and sat down to pee. I was almost done with my pee, when my friend let out an airy fart, grunted, and I heard a plop. She sighed loudly. All of a sudden I could smell a strong poop odor.
I didn't say anything but I thought about making a joke. I just wiped, flushed, and walked away to give her privacy. We have traveled before and have shared bathrooms before in small hotel rooms, so we have heard and smelled each other's poop before, but this was the first time either of us pooped next to each other in the same bathroom.
I met up with my other friend at the sinks and we washed our hands. We hung out by the sinks, chatting by the mirrors while we waited for our friend to finish pooping. The sinks were really far from our friend's stall, so we couldn't hear or smell anything. After a couple of minutes, our pooper friend walked up to the sinks and asked me to hold her bag and hoodie while she washed her hands. She didn't say anything about having just pooped, so we just started talking about something else and went on our way.
Story 2: My friend (the pooper from the last story) and I were driving home from a distant city. We had a big dinner and it was really late. I really needed to pee, fart, and to try to poop since I had been constipated. We pulled into a rest stop. The rest stop could accommodate a lot of people, but we were the only ones there at that time. I told my friend I needed to pee, she said she had to too.
We both went to the bathroom. It was clean, quiet, and large and there was no music playing. I chose a stall closer to the door, she chose one further down. I sat down to pee, and I heard her hang her hoodie over the stall door again. I really needed to fart and I wanted to try to poop but I held back because I was embarrassed. I heard her start to pee. I just decided that I would poop at home, since I didn't want her to hear or smell my poop. I wiped, flushed, and walked to the sinks to wash my hands. She was in the stall still, so I assumed she was trying to poop. I left the bathroom to give her privacy and waited by the entrance. Just as I left another woman (chubby blonde woman in her late 30's or early 40's) walked into the bathroom.
I waited a couple of minutes, heard a flush, and my friend walked to the sinks to wash her hands and then she walked out. I told her "I've really got to poop but I held back because I'm too embarrassed to buddy dump." She told me "I wasn't taking a shit just now, but if you've got to take a shit you don't need to be embarrassed, just take a shit!" She was in the bathroom for a long time, but I guess she was not pooping. She has a habit of looking at her phone when she's in the bathroom (I always hear videos or music playing when we share a space together), so she must have just been doing that when she was peeing in the stall. I do the same thing at home, but I tend not to use my phone when using public bathrooms. Next time we hang out, if I need to poop, I'll try not to be so embarrassed.
Story 3: We were at the airport. I walked this same friend to the security gate. I was initially planning on hanging around up until she absolutely had to go to her flight, but I really needed to pee and poop. I was squirming. She said "you know, there's a bathroom towards the airport's exit if you need to go." I told her I hated to leave early but I really did need to use the bathroom. She walked off to go to security, and I hurried to the bathroom.
The bathroom had around 10 stalls, and at least 4 to 6 of them were occupied. I chose one close to the entrance. I locked the stall, sat down, and began peeing forcefully. I saw a woman's worn-looking loafers to my right. She sounded like she was wiping. I let out a bassy fart and began pushing out a soft, thin, snake-like poop that smelled really strong.
The lady in the stall to my right flushed and then another lady came in. She was wearing open-toed sandals with her toes painted florescent pink. I plopped a couple of plops out, one after another. I let out a little more pee. I looked between my legs and saw 5 or 6 of the little snake-like poops below. I kept pushing.
I got a notification on my phone from my friend who just walked through security. The text said she thinks we're using the bathroom at the same time and that we're "poop buddies." I didn't tell her I needed to poop, I guess her body language signaled it though. She was in the bathroom beyond the security gate. Pooping in the same building at the same time, but in different bathrooms. I texted her that we were finally buddy dumping. I put my phone up and began to wipe, and the woman to my right finished her pee and flushed. I stood up and the toilet auto-flushed. I went to the sink, washed my hands, and left.
This friend of mine and I still have not pooped at the same time in the same bathroom, but I think next time I'm in a bathroom with her and I need to poop I'll just go for it. She's not afraid of pooping around me, I don't know why I'm so embarrassed pooping around her.
I have even more recent stories to tell, these are just some of them.
Lots of interesting issues!
Questions for Nicky:
1) Was it believed that pooping in public would be too problematic for you? Size of bathroom or toilets? Too many people you don't know around to encroach on your space? Or do something criminal to you? In school you would be with a group of poopers as opposed to leaving a class and being all alone in there?
2) What would have happened if your mom had caught you using the bathroom at the gas station or at a public park or portable toilet?
3) Would not leaving a sermon or class mean that you would get in/out faster without dealing with those who were bored and just passing time hanging out?
4) What did your mom say when you protested the rules and the easier rules your friends were held to?
Answers to Skidmarked From A Walk:
1) Do I get skidmarks?
I get one or two a week. I get nervous sitting on the toilet in a lot of places. Seeing eyeballs peering at me through the crack.
2) When was the last one? What caused it?
Today at A&S Hall at my college. I was almost late to an exam that was 40% of my semester grade.
3) Do you ever wipe prior to using the bathroom and find the paper a little dirty?
Yes. Too many large farts throughout the day, I guess.MJD
To Leah
Fantastic stories again :)
The portaloos can be pretty bad - luckily you weren't constipated or having to make an effort to go with everyone around! Do you think you'd just hold on and go at home, knowing you'd have to push / grunt if you had been in that situation?
It's bad being constipated at work - knowing that people supsect where you might be. Have you managed to avoid the cleaner? What's the biggest, hardest poo you've ever taken at work? Have you ever heard any of your colleagues struggling to go?
Interesting experience in the Toby Carvery, it must of been hard trying to distract yourself with the magazine, focusing on bearing down to get the poo out and no doubt trying to avoid your sister hearing too much! Had any of your family heard you before?
When you grunt / push do you go for long, continuous pushes or shorter grunts?
What was the most memorable time you pooped infront of your friends or them you?
Leah
Replying to mjd
Dear mjd:
I was at a summer music festival with camping, so there was go going home, we camped for 3 to 4 days/nights and I ate some dodgy Mexican food which left me bursting with the runs, and it hit my quick too, the feeling of that runny mushy explosion made me moan with relief! And a few pushes to get the last plops out. I used so much paper which I could not help.
I have heard Charlie say to someone (not her real name) that she poos alot at work, she sounds very regular but we obviously use the ladies room at different times usually, I have seen her with her leggings down in the first cubicle before, there is a gap where the cubicle doesn't reach the wall where a sink is and there is a small gap you can look through, I had a peek and I could see the back of her head, back and peachy bum, and she was rocking forwards on the seat, I heard a small plop followed by a moan and then her phone rang, I just heard her say I'm coming I'm coming" and the sound of her rolling loo roll, I then walked over to get my magazine from the table and went into the last cubicle, I unbuckled my shorts and the door closed, I heard Charlie quickly flush and wash her hands and go, it sounded like she was rushed off the loo the poor dear.
I pulled my shorts and thong down to my ankles and opwned my magazine on my lap, and then I started playing with my hair as I felt a pressure building in my stomach, I pushed and a fart blasted out and I sighed as I sat there waiting.
I scrunched my face up as I pushed and poked and rubbed my gassy and aching stomache and I grunted loudly as I needed this poo to start coming out.
I was getting hot and bothered as I was pushing so I took my high-viz, top and bra off, and placed them on the floor in front of me and used my mag as a fan, I was working up a sweat I felt like I was working!
I pushed and strained and a small poo plopped into the bowl and I could feel more coming, so I kept reading and waited some more, flicking through the pages.
I started grunting again and I could feel a big poo coming, "uuuuuuhhhh" "guuuuuhhhhh" "mmmmmhhhhh" the tip was just coming out and I needed to take a breathe, and a big sigh, the poo started sliding out at this point and it felt very good as it slowly slid out, "uuuuhhh" I gasped in relief as I was so happy. I just needed to push out a few more smaller plops and after trying for another minute I rolled off loo roll and wiped my front and dropped it in the bowl.
The paper landed just above my poo, which was curled out the bowl and I had to use 10 or more sheets as my finger kept going through the paper,
I re-dressed and flushed and walked out of the cubicle looking very pleased of myself but realised I'd been gone for 40 minutes.
The cleaner just cleans even if there's other women in the room, I just lock the door.
Only when we were growing up did we use the loo around each other, my sister has seemingly always been constipated as she talks to our mother about it, I don't like to admit it but I told my sister that I get constipation too.
During our school days I would often hold my bowels and be constipated after school when everyone's leaving, or at home when everyone could hear me because we only had one loo between four people.
We never had a lock on the door either so it was common to get walked in on or vice-versa, "leah sorry, but are you nearly done, can you hurry up" someone in my family would say in my half nakedness.
I got heard several times over the years, I just tried to not be so loud, it's quite embarrassing!.
I prefer longer pushes/grunts as it means I'm pushing for longer and getting my poo to move thurther instead of smaller grunts.
If there is people around me I try a quiet but hard push.
And lastly, getting ready with the girls for nights out we are all in the bathroom together getting ready, doing makeup ect and all of us sharing the loo together, I always say that I want to use it last as I might me a while, and yeah they make fun of me say things like "leah, you can do it!" And someone has done my makeup for me when I was on the loo as I was taking so long, "here, hold my hand and squeeze " said jess I squeezed it hard and pushed and the other girls were sarcastically grunting back at me and laughing, it came out after a while but I had to buy the first round of drinks ad punishment. And I will end there.thunder
No Bidet equals Big Skid Marks
As readers are aware I have a bidet at home and a hand held bidet at work.
On Thursday night went to friends for tea and that evening I needed a poo so I went and had a poo . I was unable to properly wipe so ended up with a big skid mark on my Depends which is Ok because when I got home I had a shower and disposed of it.
Winter will soon be here so my bidet has a heated seat and heated water....real luxury!
Wiping ones bottom is a given but it does take dexterity< it is surprising what difficult task it can be.
typing this post is also difficult due to my hands etc.
Thunder
To Leah
Leah it's Austin I had lunch at Arby's yesterday then dropped a huge deuce in their bathroom. I hadn't pooped in almost a week so I felt so much better when I was done it stunk really bad too & it left skid marks when I flushed it. Lol looking forward to your next poop story.
Bianca
Answer
Hi Pete! Good question about enjoying bowel movement. I enjoy mine as long as I don't have an accident. My poop has been sloppy for a bit. I was thankful to be dropped off before the car went to be parked while in Austin recently. Parking took long enough, that if it weren't for that, I probably would have almost missed the bus because of my toilet needs. Btw, the toilets at the new visitors center are fast. I'm jealous of the flush. All for now.
Saturday, March 29, 2025
STEPHEN .P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
I left my friends house straight after breakfast yesterday long delays with road works ,after eleven miles pulled into layby to use the pottie.
I sat had a wee then a NUMBER TOO.Fifty miles later pulled into layby and had another NUMBER TOO then drove home had a wee in the pottie then emptied.
This morning woke at six am had a wee in the bedroom pottie ,made and drank tea in the kitchen then went to campervan and had a NUMBER TOO on the ADVENTURIDGE POTTIE
Rike
Memories part 1
Again, hello. I will try to remember for important trips to the bathroom or other locations.
The first thing was one of my biggest poop, if not the biggest poop I ever had. This was in second grade of elementary school, so I was around 8years old. The day before I ate a lot. My mum made some home made banana and strawberry milkshake (only milk, no ice cream). I must have drank one liter or one and a half liter of that and I ate probably 8 to 10 bananas in addition. I can't remember what I ate for supper. The next day I needed to go to the toilet when we had our breakfast break in school, that was around 930 am. I had a strong need and went directly to the bathroom. It was at that time a very small school, so the girls toilet had only three stalls. I took the last one. When I sat down I didn't need to push and poop started to come out. It was very soft and mushy. It came out in three waves and I thought I was done. I started to wipe and it was messy. Halfway through I needed to poop again and I pushed more soft poop out. At that point it wouldn't stop. It felt like forever and never-ending. At that time I really had the fear I would not stop to poop. It felt bizzare. When it did finally stop, I needed a ton of toilet paper. When I looked in the toilet it was full of a mushy mess.The toilet was adult size and it did not flush. I got scared, washed my hands and rushed out. I don't know to this day why not every girl knew I was that (we only had to classes at that school) Maybe because all the other times I would only use the first or middle stall.Pete
Do you enjoy your bowel movements?
I think most of those who, write here must enjoy shitting and want to share our experiences with others. But there must be a lot of people who enjoy shitting, who would never dream of talking about it or even mentioning it. In my opinion, they are losing out on the full pleasures of defecation. I get the most enjoyment out of reading or writing in this column, when I am actually sitting on the pot and dropping my turds into the water. there is something particularly satisfying about the splash and the anticipation of seeing the result of your efforts, lying there before you start to wipe.
Leah
Reply to Austin and a story
Dear Austin:
Thanks for leaving your name, I can reply to you now lol, I don't know which pooping at work story you are referring to, but I'm happy you liked it.
Sorry guys but I have a very long story to tell, and this is very personal and private and a story I can only share with the toiletstool community, so I hope you guys enjoy it.
So this story starts last Friday evening and it ends on Saturday morning.
On Friday evening I went to Toby carvery for a work do, I felt fine upon arrival and the beer started flowing, we took up three tables and we all had carveries, apart from Charlie, *not her real name* I felt good after eating my roast dinner, bit someone left about half a plate and was passing it around, and it fell to me, I didn't want it but I hate to see wasted food so I managed to eat it. And I would pay for it later.
A couple of us went to the bar and someone brought me a glass of jack and coke, but I was told we were leaving and two taxis would be here soon, so we were outside, some people were smoking and the taxis turned up, I had to quickly down my jack and coke and get in the taxi.
In the taxi I felt OK, but by the time we reached the witherspoon in town I felt seriously ill in my stomach, I put that down to the jack and coke, which I had not drank for several years.
Shortly after arriving I had to run upstairs to the ladies room because I felt sick, I did this several times but luckily, I just squatted above the loo and I wasn't sick, and my stomach settled after a few minutes, the ladies room was really busy too and I rejoined my table.
My stomach felt really sick all night and Later on I went to the ladies room for a wee, i pulled my shorts down to my ankles and a random long poo shot out as I was peeing, my bum was clean, using only a few squares of paper.
There was lots of ladies peeing and being noisy at the sinks and mirrors. The beer kept flowing and at eventually my friend John invited me back to his house, I didn't want to go but he was stumbling around and I wanted to make sure he got home safely, we said our goodbyes to everyone and walked across town to his house, and I told John about my sick stomach and other things.
So we arrived at John's house and we drank more, his partner Jill was there *not their real names* and hung out, it got late and they insisted I stay the night, I could have walked across town in 40 minutes but I gave in to their insistence, I waited for them to go upstairs to bed, I was sleeping the sofa in the living room, which they made up for me with blankets, so when they went upstairs I undressed myself fully, neatly put my clothes on the chair opposite and got under the covers, I felt warm but uncomfortable all night, so not a good sleep but thankfully they have a downstairs loo which was my private loo all night, my stomach woke me up in the night with cramps, so I woke up, got up off the sofa grabbed my phone so i could time myself and crept naked down the hallway, the wooden floor was creaky and I hope I didn't wake anyone up, I opened the loo door, I pulled the chain the light and fan came on and I hope that didn't wake them either.
The loo was stacked with newspapers so lifted the lid and seat and sat down, whilst I had my phone I took some photos, I took a photo of the open door with my bare legs in the shot, and some of me and then I put the phone down and picked up a newspaper.
My pee hissed for about 20 seconds and I started pushing, I pushed out a booming fart which echoed around the room, I pushed until I grunted and panted "uuuuuhhh" I hope they couldn't hear me.
I was sat reading a paper and after I picked up my phone, 20 minutes had passed and I all I did was fart in that time, but my stomach was bad so I put the paper back and went back to sleep, I didn't pull the flush as it may have woken them.
I woke up and checked the time, it was 9am and Jill and John were still sleeping so I decided to put my clothes on and quietly leave, they left the key in the door for me so I unlocked it and left.
I had to climb up this alleyway, it's like climbing a mountain, and I kept walking on the pavement, the exercise must have triggered my stomach as a massive cramp hit me, I start to rub my stomach and suddenly a long poo forced its way out, the force pushed my thong down a little, the poo nestled between my thong and bum cheeks, the tip of the poo was still in my bum.
I burst into tears and slowly hobbled home as my Anus became sore and painful, the stench was horrific as I tried to stay away from people, A good 90 minutes later I got home and I went to my bathroom, pulled my shorts down to my ankles and hovered my bum over the loo, after I opened the lid and seat, I slowly and very carefully pulled my thong down and i could feel the poo pulling apart from my anus and fell into the bowl.
I jumped straight into the shower and cleaned myself up, my clothes went straight in the wash. And that is the end
I haven't told anyone of my accident but I'm glad I have shared it with you guys. Take careAnna from Austria
@Mina and friends. Thanks a lot for your niceencouraging words. They meant a lot to me.
@all Here is another story from last week.
I tried Yoga for the first time and it was interesting but also challeging from a a physical point of view.
In order to ease the pain of my muscles I took some magnesium capsules. Maybe too many or my body does not agree with magnesium in general.
Anyway while I was on way to work with the bus next morning my ???? started to rumble and I was bit by cramps. Luckily I knew that the next bus stop was coming soon and there is a dunkin donuts store nearbye.
I left the bus and ran to the store. I ordered a coffee and told the barista girl that I will take it after using their washroom.
I barely made it in time to restroom. I locked the door and pulled down my pants. Then my guts almost exploded and I did waves of liquid poo with plenty of farts.
After I was done the bathroom was smelling horrible and not fresh anymore. I think I was the first person using the bathroom on that day.
I washed my hands took my coffee to go and continued my way to work.
That is my story for today
greetings from Austria
AnnaAnna from Austria
@Mina and friends. Thanks a lot for your niceencouraging words. They meant a lot to me.
@all Here is another story from last week.
I tried Yoga for the first time and it was interesting but also challeging from a a physical point of view.
In order to ease the pain of my muscles I took some magnesium capsules. Maybe too many or my body does not agree with magnesium in general.
Anyway while I was on way to work with the bus next morning my ???? started to rumble and I was bit by cramps. Luckily I knew that the next bus stop was coming soon and there is a dunkin donuts store nearbye.
I left the bus and ran to the store. I ordered a coffee and told the barista girl that I will take it after using their washroom.
I barely made it in time to restroom. I locked the door and pulled down my pants. Then my guts almost exploded and I did waves of liquid poo with plenty of farts.
After I was done the bathroom was smelling horrible and not fresh anymore. I think I was the first person using the bathroom on that day.
I washed my hands took my coffee to go and continued my way to work.
That is my story for today
greetings from Austria
Anna
Mary
Reply to Traveler
Traveler: Thanks for sharing the story! It must have been an embarrassing experience. Lucky that the lady sitting next to you was so understanding. Is this the only time something like this has happened to you, or have you had other similar incidents too?
CaliOops
Intro, story, question
Hi! Long time lurker, first time poster and all that. I'm a girl in my early 20s, around 5'3", generally pretty petite and skinny, not many curves. I have curly auburn hair, blue eyes, and light freckly skin. I have autism, mild cerebral palsy, and some other things that cause me to struggle with my toileting. I've never grown out of bed-wetting or having accidents, my bladder and bowels aren't very big or strong and on top of that I don't always notice when I need to go until it's very urgent, and I get really focused on things and try to hold off on going to the toilet even when I know I should. I also struggle with constipation, but luckily not too often. I wet the bed almost every night and often if I nap, wet my pants anywhere from not making it to the toilet at all for a few days to the occasional week where I'm dry in the daytime (I'd say my average is three or four pee accidents a week, not counting small leaks), and I poop in my pants maybe once a month, sometimes less, sometimes a lot more. Luckily I haven't had a pooping accident in my sleep since I was a kid, though. I wear tape on diapers at night and for naps, and sometimes when I'm awake if I'm travelling or not feeling well or otherwise in a position where I'm likely to have an accident. I wear panties during the day sometimes if I'm doing well and I'm just hanging around my house, but most of the time I wear pull-up diapers just in case.
Now, on to the story! I started my day by changing out of my wet night diaper as usual. My plan was to spend some time outside with a friend. I thought about putting on a thicker diaper, but I wanted to wear a skirt of mine that's on the shorter side, and even though I know lots of people have to wear diapers, I still feel kind of embarrassed and like a baby whenever I have to wear one, so I put on a pull-up instead, and a pair of panties over it just in case someone saw up my skirt. I wear size L goodnites, and over I had white and pink floral patterned panties, a matching camisole top, a green skirt, and a white cardigan.
My friend and I had a nice time, and I decided to go with her to a big store she needed something from. When we got to the store I didn't feel like I needed the toilet, but my friend went to the bathroom so I followed her and eventually managed to pee in the toilet. It always feels kind of nice to pull a dry diaper back up, but also a little embarrassing that I'm proud of that. I washed my hands and we went through half of the store, and then stopped for lunch, which I had juice with. Then we did the rest of the store, got her item, and on the way out I got coffee and ice cream. I didn't feel any urge to pee, so I didn't think to go to the bathroom before leaving. When I got to the bus stop, the juice and coffee suddenly hit me. I was sitting on a bench, so I was able to hold it for now, but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it the 20 minutes home. I leaked a little pee when I got up to get on the bus, but was able to sit down quickly again. I really didn't want to have an accident. The goodnites are what fit me best and are easiest to get, and easily handle most of my accidents, but flooding one while I'm sitting down almost always means the diaper will leak. I crossed my legs and tried to hold on. The bus was slower than usual because a man in a wheelchair got on, so the driver had to move the seats some and strap his chair in place. I managed to hold it til we were almost at my stop. At this point I knew I wouldn't make it to a toilet, I was just hoping to be off the bus before I peed. Just before we got there, I lost control. I couldn't feel the pee coming out, but I could feel my pull-up getting warmer and swelling up underneath me. I went for what felt like a really long time. We got to my stop while I was still frozen in place wetting myself, and luckily the man with the wheelchair was getting off so we were stopped longer, I probably would've missed it otherwise. I couldn't tell whether or not I'd leaked when my pee finished. I hoped not. I hurried off the bus, the dampness against my legs telling me that I hadn't gotten lucky. I found a semi-private spot and checked the back of my skirt as best I could. It was soaked from the hem to partway up my butt, in a clear and very visible "I peed myself" pattern. I tied my cardigan around my hips, frustrated with myself for not being able to hold it. The cardigan didn't fully cover the wetness, but hopefully anyone who saw me either didn't notice or thought I'd sat in water or something, because a lot of people saw me. It was a nice weekend afternoon, so aside from the normal passing cars and handful of dog walkers, the streets were crowded with people taking walks, sitting at street cafes, hanging out... I tried to hurry and not look at anyone. I wet myself a little more when I got to my building, but luckily not enough to cause any more major leaks. Once home, I got out of my wet clothes. The pull-up was fully soaked and swollen, well past its capacity. I took a shower and got into a diaper to take a nap. I wet a little while napping, and kept it on for the rest of the evening. I'm pretty soaked now, and its getting late, so I'm going to go change into a fresh diaper and go to bed.
Finally, my question. I mentioned that I wet the bed almost every night. The only nights I don't wet are almost always a night or two before or right after I start my period, which is funny because that's usually when I have the worst daytime control (I know that part is fairly normal, even for people who don't deal with incontinence). I assume that because my body is trying to use all its extra fluids to prepare, that means that it dehydrates me enough to get through the night with a dry diaper, although I often don't make it to the toilet once I've woken up. I was wondering if there's any other bedwetters who have periods here, and if so, do you also experience this? Does my theory "hold water," even if I don't?
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
MJD
To Leah
Fantastic stories again :)
The portaloos can be pretty bad - luckily you weren't constipated or having to make an effort to go with everyone around! Do you think you'd just hold on and go at home, knowing you'd have to push / grunt if you had been in that situation?
It's bad being constipated at work - knowing that people supsect where you might be. Have you managed to avoid the cleaner? What's the biggest, hardest poo you've ever taken at work? Have you ever heard any of your colleagues struggling to go?
Interesting experience in the Toby Carvery, it must of been hard trying to distract yourself with the magazine, focusing on bearing down to get the poo out and no doubt trying to avoid your sister hearing too much! Had any of your family heard you before?
When you grunt / push do you go for long, continuous pushes or shorter grunts?
What was the most memorable time you pooped infront of your friends or them you?STEPHEN . P
POOPING REGULAR
Arrived home last night went to shed ,had a wee in the THETFORD 33 then went into house. I filled and switched on kettle ,as I was taking off my shoes and coat,felt the urge for a BM.
I went upstairs to the bedroom and had a poop in the THETFORD 245 pottie as I do most SUNDAY EVENINGS,then got into bed.During the night I used the pottie for a wee many times.
I woke this morning had a wee then down to kitchen made and drank tea another urge for a BM so went back to bedroom and had a NUMBER TOO.i then carried it downstairs and emptied in outside drain then took it back to bedroom for tonight.I will be weeing in the THETFORG 33 in shed during the day.
Lots of interesting issues!
Questions for Nicky:
1) Was it believed that pooping in public would be too problematic for you? Size of bathroom or toilets? Too many people you don't know around to encroach on your space? Or do something criminal to you? In school you would be with a group of poopers as opposed to leaving a class and being all alone in there?
2) What would have happened if your mom had caught you using the bathroom at the gas station or at a public park or portable toilet?
3) Would not leaving a sermon or class mean that you would get in/out faster without dealing with those who were bored and just passing time hanging out?
4) What did your mom say when you protested the rules and the easier rules your friends were held to?
Answers to Skidmarked From A Walk:
1) Do I get skidmarks?
I get one or two a week. I get nervous sitting on the toilet in a lot of places. Seeing eyeballs peering at me through the crack.
2) When was the last one? What caused it?
Today at A&S Hall at my college. I was almost late to an exam that was 40% of my semester grade.
3) Do you ever wipe prior to using the bathroom and find the paper a little dirty?
Yes. Too many large farts throughout the day, I guess.
Norm
Alyssa - Worst Constipation
Hi Alyssa. See below. Please don't forget to share your worst constipation story as well!
My worst bout of constipation was when I had an injury and was prescribed codeine for pain relief. I didn't realise the side effects but it was horrendous on top of the existing bad pain with my injury. When it got very bad, I had been a bit constipated early one week without realising why and later travelled to a weekend event. By the Friday it was unbearable. I thought I was going to have to go to A&E. I missed the first day of the event and was holed up in a hotel room on the toilet many times. I think some softer poo slid past the big blockage and came out. I could feel the blockage up there when I was wiping. After many instances of that, I used up the toilet rolls in the room and had to ask reception for more. When they said there were rolls in the room I said I spilled something. I used them too and bought another pack in the local supermarket to avoid asking again. I went to a pharmacy and didn't care by then, was past any embarrassment so I told the lady and asked for something to take.
I was laid off from work that day as well due to cut backs and took the call while kneeling on the floor semi dressed with my head on the bed trying my best to sound normal, professional and ok. After hours of pain on and off the toilet, eventually as a last resort I just squatted on the floor of the bathroom and eventually pushed out the biggest fattest poo I had ever done. One it started it just kept coming. It must have been over two feet and it curled around into the shape of a digital 6. I felt a bit better, not much, but was still ill. I know it helps with pain, but I really don't understand how people get addicted to this stuff. Thankfully I went to the doctor after that weekend, changed medication, had an operation for my injury, never had to take codeine since and won't take it ever again!PN
Reply to Alyssa
RE: question about constipation stories: I posted one maybe about 7-8 years ago about a California trip where I had a really bad case. But I'm having trouble finding it--- I haven't figured out how to make the search function work to search under my own handle (It would have been posted as PN). I remember the sensation of a painful rocket repeatedly launching itself at the inside of my anus, each time failing to punch through but hurting like crazy. After several days, I finally got alone in a hotel room where I basically had to devote several hours to getting relief, with help from a combination of suppositories and oral stool softeners. I'm pretty sure I described it more eloquently closer to the event, but I can't figure out how to go back and find it.Kung Poo
What's your biggest?
42M. I have produced some huge turds that requires loads of pushing and sometimes a little lubricant like soap and water. They are amazing. They hurt sometimes, but they hurt good. My most memorable was one where I was on a granola diet for 2 weeks and my goodness, I was pushing logs out of my asshole the size of mini coke cans, length about 30cm. I realise when I'm pushing, I spread my fingers wide open, lean forward, scrunch up my face and push. Then I sigh really loudly once the turd drops.
Once your biggest?Leah
To Alyssa
Alyssa, i have had some horrible experiences, but i have a really bad story on page 3123 which is where I have a stomach ache along with constipation, I have lots of stories but I'm not sure what my worst story is.
LeahSTEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning woke at 06:00 sat on the THETFORD ELEGANCE POTTIE had a wee then went downstairs made some tea and carried it to the van.Pulled the pottie from the locker down with pants ,sat on pottie and sipped tea.
AS I finished the tea needed to poop a quick wee then a NUMBER TOO really enjoyed it wiped ,dressed then back into house .
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning woke at 06:00 sat on the THETFORD ELEGANCE POTTIE had a wee then went downstairs made some tea and carried it to the van.Pulled the pottie from the locker down with pants ,sat on pottie and sipped tea.
AS I finished the tea needed to poop a quick wee then a NUMBER TOO really enjoyed it wiped ,dressed then back into house .
STEPHEN.P
OUTDOOR POOPING
This morning woke before alarm sat on the bedroom pottie incase I needed to poop ,just had a wee then went downstairs.I had my usual two mugs of tea then half hour later a bowl of WEETABIX then washed brushed my teeth.
Went back to pottie for a NUMBER TOO , a small amount wiped went
downstairs on with my trainers and fleece ,left house to go to B & Q then to post office , I walked SIX HUNDRED YARDS then had the urge for a BM so walked back to the field. I took off my fleece then dropped my jogging bottoms and pants as I sqatted down immediately pooped and just kept going for two minutes,I reached into my fleece pocket and pulled out toilet paper and wiped with three double sheets then dressed.
On the ground was a very large pile
Steve A
To Alyssa (Constipation Stories/Experiences)
Even though all of my constipation/irregularity only lasted 4 days at the most (so far throughout my life) the occasional day or two without going still happens once in awhile, but this is my only constipation memory after 4 days of not going:
- Page 2452 (Easter Dump)
The other time occurred when I held it in for too long (I was out in public and unable to go) and once I arrived home, I had to use a suppository since it didn't come out without it.
Nicky
My mother's rules
Being my mother's only child made me the sole subject of her bathroom rules. The rules were as follows;
1. No pooping in public
2. The only safe places to pee were church, family members' homes, and school
3. I wasn't allowed to go during the sermon or class time
To this day I still don't know why she insisted on these rules and they caused me to develop a shy bladder and stomach. They also led to me getting into several tough and embarrassing situations.
Once when I was around 7, we visited a new church because our pastor was speaking there. Halfway through my need for a morning poo and my breakfast had caught up to me and was pressing on the exit in both ways. I squirmed and passed gas. My mother, who was right beside me, leaned over and asked if I had to go potty. I said yes and that it was a tinkle and a poopy, she told me to just hang on and I could go when service ended. The sermon continued and my stomach gurgled and I started to potty dance and hold myself. My mother told me to stop holding myself since it was shameful to do so in front of God. I continued to squirm with my hands by my side and passed gas again. Since it was first Sunday we had communion which meant I had to stand for another ten minutes before we could leave. I marched in place and crossed my legs. Finally, the last amen was said and the service ended. In addition to the entire congregation pushing to get out my bladder and stomach were pushing for relief. I raced to the bathroom while my mother went to talk to some friends but not before sternly reminding me to only pee. The bathroom was full as it always was after service and I had to wait a few moments for a stall to open, when I got in I fussed with my belt and dress pants before sitting down. My pee came out as a trickle because of how hard I was working to keep my poo in. I was still pinching my cheeks as I washed my hands and went to find my mother. She graciously didn't make us stay long and she also drove directly home rather than deciding to run errands as she occasionally did. As soon as I got inside I rushed to the only bathroom we had in the apartment, again fussed with my belt and dress pants before sitting down and immediately dropping three soft skinny poos and a loud round of gas. There were a few streaks in my underwear but it was salvageable. I walked out of the bathroom with my pants and belt undone. My mother made a comment about how I definitley had to go and waved at the air before going into the bathroom herself.
Almost every single sunday ended like this, funnily enough she never got mad at me for having an accident.
To Leah
Leah I really liked your story about pooping at work I hope it came out alright it sounded like it stunk pretty bad lol I pooped today it came out smoothly I read the paper while I pooped too! Do u have any memorable poop stories? Looking forward to hearing from u! My name is Austin by the way!