Marina
Response to Concerned mom and Experiences
Sorry, I'd read your story, but I've had a very busy week and haven't been able to reply. I don't think it's potty training regression, but above all, stay calm because these are occasional accidents. She's still a kid, and she may be going through a period of stress for some reason.
From what you've told us, it could be that due to shyness, she's unable to go to the toilet in certain situations, can't hold it any longer, and ends up defecating on herself. It could also be, in more specific cases, that the sensation of defecating on herself somehow seems pleasant and fully compensates for the embarrassment. Whatever the reason, try to investigate the problem by asking all kinds of questions and being very open about your daughter's bathroom habits. I'm sure you'll be able to solve it.
When I was 8, I also pooped myself at school. It was a sunny day in April 2017, and I really wanted to, but my problem wasn't shyness. The problem was that, for whatever reason, I couldn't poop if certain people were near me. It didn't matter if they weren't in the bathroom or didn't know I was there. The mere knowledge that they were nearby or in the same building was enough to stop me from pooping. It was gym class, and I pooped myself. Luckily, no one noticed (I was one of the last few, with no one behind me and very close to the door), and the poop was very hard. I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom, and she said yes. I entered as discreetly as possible, and the restrooms were next to the main door; there was no one else there. I grabbed a stall, pulled down my clothes, and in my underwear was a huge turd, like a smelly pine cone, hard, dry, and very lumpy. I barely soiled myself, but my anus was very sore. I had more turds, but I couldn't defecate until I got home. That's why I love pooping in isolated houses, and that's one of the reasons (aside from the tranquility, having lots of land, and the fact that I only like the city for a short while) why I insisted my mom to buy my grandparent's isolated country property so we could live there year-round. Although, as you grow up, all these things improve greatly, and if your daughter has any problems like this, they'll surely improve as she grows. I wish you and your daughter the best.
I also think I'm not alone in this. In August 2019 my mom (34) and I (11) were spending the summer at the property (my grandparent's property at the time, now our home), and she invited her 1st cousin Toni (29, my grandfather's sister's son), his parents Toni (55) and Carmina (54), and some relatives we call the aunties (two sisters, my grandfather's 2nd-aunts, single, 87 and 89-yo). My uncle Toni is over 183 cm tall, athletic, very handsome and attractive, dark haired with straight, defined, thick eyebrows and dark green deep-set eyes, with a model type oval but strong jawline… I've always blushed when he's kissed me (I'm a very feminine bisexual and I'm usually more attracted to men; for every 7 men I like 3 women). He's a single father and came with his very cute baby boy (8-mo), also named Toni (just as cute as my little brother Pablo). My mom and he have always been very close when they were young, but he lives far away and occasionally comes to visit his parents and us.
My mom and I were home alone, and he arrived at the property a few hours before everyone else was scheduled to arrive. He greeted us very affectionately, left the baby with me (so cute, I was literally melting), and asked if he could use our bathroom because he needed to relieve himself. Since my uncle has always caught my attention I observed him, and just as I was about to enter the bathroom. The doorbell rang and my mom said "the aunties are here (they stayed with their parents and came with them) they had gone ahead". My uncle made a face (like, "????, shit"). I asked him if he wasn't going to the bathroom, and he told me he had lost the urge... During the morning, when he would move away from us a bit, I would get closer and I could smell his farts (very eggy), and he would tell me he had gas. At lunch, he was a bit serious, and in the afternoon, his parents and the aunties left.
We were outside, and I remember my uncle staring at the car as it drove off the property. When it disappeared from view, he said he was going to the bathroom and he gave his son to my mother. I walked him to the door and wanted to ask if I could come in with him, but I was embarrassed and stayed in the doorway. I heard everything: first a big, loud "PLOP," then another big, farty "PFFF...PIFFF...KERSPLOUSH AAAAHHHH," and then another big with mushy poop "SPLOUSH pliplopchoufplopchouf...AAAAHHHH." He passed small poops for a while, accompanied by sighs of relief "plop...chouf eeeehhhh...". Poor uncle, he held it in all day and finally managed to poop. He had to flush the toilet 3 times, and when he came out, he told me to let it air out, that there was no air freshener. We went outside, I went back inside and went into the bathroom. It stank of shit, very different from mine, lingering, eggy and very fecal. I think he's like me, in these case probably due to the aunties because in the past, when it was just his parents, my mom, him and me, he's defecated on our property without any problem whenever he needed to.
Now I'll tell you about my poop from today, Friday, exactly a few hours ago, and as always at my property. In my house we are: Mom (40), my cousin Elsa (3-yo at the beginning of this month, daughter of my grandmother's sister's daughter), my little brother Pablo (16-mo) and I (17). Elsa's mother, Amparo, and my mother grew up as sisters and love each other madly, since they are both only children. Amparo will have our 2nd 2nd cousin in about 2 weeks, and she needs peace and quiet, so we've kept the little girl with us for the weekend. She doesn't have any 2nd cousins on her father's side, so Pablo and I are her only cousins. Elsa is a beautiful little girl, dark haired with gorgeus blue eyes, well-behaved, and we love her very much. She loves us too; in fact, she's stayed with us all weekend several times.
This evening around 7:30 pm, my mom was cooking dinner and I was with the childs when I noticed that my 3-dayer's head was trying to come out. Elsa stayed behind playing, and I took Pablo, who was crying, to the bathroom to see if I could calm him down while I relieved myself. I sat down, relaxed my sphincter, put my brother on top of my legs, and let the turd open my anus, but it was too thick to come out. I started pushing, but it barely moved. I pushed hard, it opened my anus, and it started to come out slowly. The defecation was silent and without gas, although my brother was crying so I may not have heard all the sounds: "mmm…puc+splop…eeehhh…mmm…puc+splip…THUD+SPLOUSH+eeeaaahhh". I'm pretty constipated, a type 2 turd on the Bristol scale, very hard, 7 cm thick and 10 cm long, light tofee brown in color, very lumpy with some pebbles falling off, bouncing off the wall and falling into the water as the turd hung out of my anus, and as always with my average poop, it smelled bad, not eggy but putrid and rancid. Compared to my average poop, this one was very dry and without mucus, which always helps lubricate. Afterwards, I did a small pee and noticed another very stuck-on piece. I pushed really hard and was able to pass a turd identical to the first in color, texture and type, but longer and narrower at the end, 7 cm thick at the beginning, 5 cm at the end and about 15 cm long. Although I felt empty and the poop was very thick, I did a small amount for my average 3-dayer. I sat there pushing for a while until Pablo calmed down completely and nothing else came out. We were on the bathroom for about 10 minutes in total, and although the poop was dry and gasless, it stunk the bathroom, so I sprayed air freshener.
I told my mom I'd be in my room until midnight doing homework, but that was just to finish my post. Bye and happy pooping.
Leah
A bad curry experience
How's everyone doing? More great stories I love reading.
OK so I have a question and a story:
On Monday I was shopping in waitrose, looking for an evening meal and I saw a hot chicken tikka masala, and I was salivating just thinking about eating it, so I finished shopping and cooked it up when I got home.
I have to say that I hadn't tried this curry before and I have had really hot ones in the past and had no problems at all.
So my question is this:
Has anybody had diarrhea runs from eating really hot, spicy food? Please share your experiences as I had never had this before, my very first time getting runs from a curry and I'm in my thirties.
So getting back to it:
It really blew my top, it was so hot but I loved it, I cooled myself down after with a yoghurt and I didn't feel off or unusually different. I just carried on as normal with my Monday evening, nothing to report...
I woke up for work the next morning, I did my 45 minute walk to work, everything feels like a normal Tuesday morning, until I started.
It is normal for me to be gassy first thing in the morning, after my light breakfast and I was quietly squeezing them out around my colleagues, nothing new there.
I didn't feel full or bloated, but I don't know because after only a few hours of having the farts I could feel pressure down below, like something was being pushed out of me, one last wet fart and I suddenly stopped what I was doing, and I was very busy working a pallet when I suddenly felt a hot sweat come over me and, I wouldn't call it a stomach ache, I could just feel it running through my bowels.
So I did a fast walk to the ladies, as soon as I was out of sight I ran with my hand on my bum like nothing has happened before.
I quickly kicked open the loo door, went into a loo and threw down my trousers and knickers to my ankles and I suddenly blasted a huge fart, with liquid poo pouring into the bowl.
I very loudly moaned in relief, knowing I was the only one in the room and because I nearly pooped myself, what would I have done if I did? Would I have gone home? I think so.
When I looked in the bowl there was about two large poos and one huge pile of mush on top, by bum completely destroyed the front of the loo as it went straight onto the porcelain and I had to hold my nose.
About 20 wipes later and I was done, I wasted lots of loo roll as my finger was going through the paper and into my messy bum, I spent the rest of the day not being able to be still as my bum was stinging and badly irritated.
I was still farting after all that, but I think I just got skidmarked knickers, phew.
The end.
Saturday, September 27, 2025
John H
Replies
Hey all. A couple of replies.
@Marina. Thanks for the reply and the new posts. I enjoy the sounds of the poop coming out. It's nice to be able to listen back after the fact.
If you do record audio or video, let us know what you think of it. It is interesting you like to watch your poo coming out and I am sorry you don't get to do this much anymore. Can I ask when you started watching your poo coming out and what you like most about doing that?
@CEG. Hey and thanks for the reply. Glad you seen my post as I had missed your name previously.
What did your friend say about your pee while messaging her? It sounded like a good one. Lucky you are both open and trusting to share this interest. Let us know if your friend ever sends you audio of her pee.
Regarding your questions on the audios, I sent and received them in different circumstances but will summarise.
I have sent and received both pee and poop audios. Some I have shared included both in the same recording.
I have received both pee and poop audios but more of them are pee than poo. I enjoy both so I don't mind either way.
Some I have received from ladies I chatted and befriended online. I told them I was into pee and poo sounds and asked if they would be willing to share audio. The fact that audio is less risky than video helps everyone involved I feel as the risk of being identified on an audio is extremely low.
Other audios were sent to me by an ex girlfriend.
In terms of audio clips I have shared, this was again via chatting with ladies who have the same interests as me online. These situations are limited but it is something I would like to do more of.
Let me know if you have any other questions.
Take care all. John H.
Tricky
Pooping With The Neighbors Pt1
I was a young man fresh out of college with my first real job. I had relocated to an entirely different part of the country. I had these neighbors in the next-door apartment building, a married white couple in their 60s, a wheelchair-bound husband who lost the use of his legs, had very limited use of his arms, and was developing mental problems, and his retired wife who acted as his caretaker.
One time they invited me into their apartment right after I finished work and I was there for over an hour. They thought I was too young to be renting that place until I told them how old I was and what I did for a living. It sparked their interest and more conversation, since her husband had a similar career to what I described. The lady also knew I was physically "still growing" as she put it in our conversation, and they offered me both food and coffee at some point. And LOTS of food, big heaping platefuls. They said they were going to give away as much as they could and throw away the rest, whatever their reason was. I graciously ate and drank everything they offered, as it was lots of high-quality home-cooked food using fresh ingredients, including fruit pies and various cakes and pastries. I felt an increasing need to fart but held it, not wanting to be rude. Some 30 minutes later, in the middle of a conversation with the wife and while still eating more of what they offered, holding in my farts, I felt the urgent and rapidly-increasing need to poop.
I thought of going back to my apartment next building over to drop one off when I realized I didn't have any toilet paper at home. I'd used the last of it that morning after a particularly messy movement while in a rush to get to work on time(I usually first poop in the morning at work within an hour or so after arriving, but that morning before leaving it was particularly urgent). As a result of working all day, I hadn't had the chance to buy more TP, either. And I was backed up a bit, because normally I'd have pooped at work at least once or twice before leaving the office for the day.
I was slightly embarrassed at the prospect, but not ashamed enough to ask her: "Is it okay if I use your bathroom?"
She said, "Sure, no need to be bashful."
The bathroom was adjacent to the living room we were sitting in, the toilet behind a wall just behind the couch. I went inside. I remembered that hot and spicy crockpot full of beans I'd eaten the previous night. I realized that I didn't drink enough water this day and had actually been constipated. I felt fine shutting the door(there was no lock), but before I could even get to the toilet and get my pants down, maybe within the span of 5 seconds, I felt an aggressive tip poking at its exit point. It didn't help that the toilet was set up for her disabled husband and had unusual ergonomics.
Like my apartment, there was no fan in the bathroom.
Sound traveled in these units.
Accepting what would transpire, I opened the closed toilet lid making an audible *clack* , dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles, sat on the seat, and deflated...
Lots of muffled but still abrupt gas came out followed by the audible crackling of a substantial log.
*POOFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffff-T-T-z-T-z-T-z-z-z-z-z-z-Z-z-z-z-z-T-tttt*
I was grunting and clenching as it slid out, because it was not an easy pass. "Ugh... Ugh..." I tried to be quiet, but I think they heard it.
Within seconds, it loudly splashed in.
*bloosh*
I was very embarrassed already. But I was man on a mission and had no choice but to follow through it.
More gas, followed by a big ropey one. It crackled.
*pfffffffftttttt-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
I knew they could hear it. That's when the quiet was interrupted by her turning the TV on. The living room had been free of electronic distractions the entire time I was there, until then. That was her way of giving me privacy and I appreciated the gesture. She knew it as well as I.
Sound traveled in these units.
For the next minute or two, it rapidly and smoothly slid out, plopped into the water, followed by a 10-20 second barrage of repeated farting, without even me hearing much of it. She flipped to some Christian music channel and the TV volume was turned up a bit louder than earlier, trying to drown out my embarrassing noises.
I wiped up, flushed, and washed my hands.
As I stepped out, she turned off the TV. No word was mentioned of what I did in there and the conversation continued where it left off. She knew and I was still slightly embarrassed, but I'd rather her have used the TV to drown out my noises than not. Her husband probably had no idea I was even pooping. We probably talked for another 30 minutes or so, before I left to "get groceries." I was very thankful for the food and they invited me again many times, but that was the only time I remember using their toilet. However, that was not the only time I used the toilet near them.
PrettySunshine
Ohh my!!Thats a new Record
Hello,Female 23 hier.Soo..right now texting from toilet.And ohh my..it smells so bad in hier but cant get off toilet.
So,i always had a really healthy diet and so on but still got constipated.
So i was talking to friends and as my constipation got really bad i decided to try natural lax.It didnt really work and on 18.9 was like:I cant take it anymore,so my Plan was having breakfast and after going to buy some laxative.Well ohh my..as i was having breakfast i had to run!! But like run like never before for a toilet.I had a monster pile for like 40 min from easy passing big logs to liquid.Ohh my it was sssoo good shitting sssoo much.Well that day i stayed at home and had 6 bowel movements? Amazing.After that nothing special happend,normal movements.Well today woke up with really big pressure and after i was sure nobody gonna disturb me,i took a sit on toilet and had a super soft diarreha like never before..its coming endless and lately the worst smelling movement i had
With really much love :3
Tomtom
To trekkie
Yes! There seems to be quite a few neurodivergent people here right now. I'm autistic, high functioning but definitely struggling with interoception. It seems so stupid that I don't know when I have to go. Like, when I think back after I have an accident I know that I had to go, but in the moment it didn't register. How hard can it be? Well, hard enough to have to wear protection apparently.
I'm really happy to see that there's a few of us here now! I can relate to most of your experiences. Trekkie, I too have been standing outside the bathroom with pee running down my legs haha. I don't know what's worse, wetting or messing accidents. Thank goodness for pull-ups though.RP
Update about bed wetting- and to Concerned mom
I wore a diaper tonight, just to be safe. It was dry when i woke up.
I'll wear one again tonight.
To Concerned mom:
It's two accidents. We can all have many or few accidents - it can be a lot of things, but no need to be concerned - give her some space, and let a small time pass to see if it continues.
Maybe she likes doing it?Thomas
Autism and accidents
@Concerned mom You may want to have your daughter evaluated for autism.
My sister and I are both on the spectrum. I'm currently level one but I was level two during childhood.
My sister is level one, has always been level one, and has hyperlexia. She had accidents similar to what you described with your daughter in school at age eight and at home at age eleven. These would typically happen in her classroom at school or while talking to friends on the phone at home.
What would usually happen was that she would get too involved in an activity and not notice that she needed to "go" until it was too late.
My sister was pretty much trained by age four. I was almost six before I was there during the day (even loosely speaking). Like her I would get too involved in an activity like reading or playing and eventually nature would take its course.
Some people have found that after being diagnosed (if they do turn out to be on the spectrum) that accidents may still occur but they become less frequent as they learn to schedule bathroom breaks and deal with stress more effectively.
Your daughter is almost certainly not truly doing this on purpose even if it looks that way to you (and perhaps even to her). From what I remember about my grade school years teasing and bullying became more noticeable by about third or fourth grade. The stress associated with this (perhaps in combination with an undiagnosed developmental condition like autism) might perhaps cause the regression that you are observing.
I should say I'm not a doctor, never have been, never will be. Her doctor should be able to point you in the direction of the next steps to take in terms of evaluations for developmental conditions or anything else that may have been overlooked up to this point.
Mr Yeti
Real estate relief
My MIL is a real estate agent and has been for years. She is blonde short and curvy, typical well taken care of business women. She was having an open house one day at a place where there was no water and took a Xtra large coffee with her to have while she showed the house. Business was as usual couples in and out small talk and new client opportunities until about halfway through the open house when she realized that coffee she drank needed a place to go. She had already been trying to keep her self composed from the need to piss but had gotten to the point where it was becoming an emergency.like usually she was wearing a nice tight dress that showed her thighs and curves off nicely she started to fidget around and cross and uncross her legs a bit trying to keep her panties dry and stay professional. She finally got a break when everyone cleared out and the house was empty to figure out how to get some relief, all she had was an empty Xtra large coffee cup she had finished since the house had no water. She went to the garbage and retrieved the cup basically holding her hand tightly between her legs and squeezing. She walked as fast as she couple to the bathroom saying under her breath how badly she needed to piss! She finally made it to the bathroom where she quickly got positioned over the toilet and hiked her dress up and pulled her cotton panties down to her knees. She grabbed the cup and shoved it between her legs and instantly started filling it with a thick loud stream of yellow piss! The look on her face was euphoric and at this point I don't think she cared who saw her hovering over the toilet as her shaven pussy filled the coffee cup with her desperate pee! Once she had finally finished and shook off the last drops she put herself back together and quietly got rid of the cup full of her pee, she went back to unlock the door. Thankfully no one had come and interrupted the amazing moment. She finished up her open house as nothing had happened and said it happens alot more than you think.
Mina
Dear Becc
How happy we are that you remember us! When Mina read, she burst into the tears. 3 crushes kissed and kissed, so Mina stopped cry, happy crying doesn't continue so long.
Of course we remember you!
We are wonder, how long ago it is when you post last time. Three main changes around us maybe.
One, we created new family name Chakamami. It is not official name of course. But we are family now.
Two, before, Hisae defecated many times in a day and only short time. Now she is same with her three crushes. Sit on loo long long time and open her beautiful bottom again and again so she is need to defecate only once in a day. (Sometimes twice.)
Third, and this is biggest change, Kazuko's mother don't bully her no more. She never say "Kazu you are time out." Even in parents' home, Kazu can sit on loo 20 minutes and open her beautiful bottom again and again, do courtesy flush and then defecate more, but when she come out from loo her mother only smile. We are all so happy about this change!!
We hope you will give us many story about your wonderful visit to loo. Have happy time there!
Love to Everyone.
Chakamami FamilyLeslie
@ Sandra from the UK
Hello Sandra
Good story about your outdoor pooping experience.
Pooping outdoors has a number of advantages. You mentioned one - when pooping outdoors you don't have the embarrassment of stinking out a toilet.
However, the squatting position you adopt allows the poo to slide out more easily. Also, if done regularly you save money on water bills (no toilet to flush).
I have a few questions for you. When did you start pooping outdoors and what gave you the idea? How often do you poop outdoors? Also, do you plan to continue now that the weather will be turning colder?
Leslie
Tuesday, September 23, 2025
STEPHEN.P
Saturday had breakfast washed brushed teeth ,sat on pottie in shed tried to poop,could only wee and fart.Went to postoffice paid a bill
on way back had the urge for a BM .I held it until i got home climbed into camper down with jogging bottoms and pants sat on pottie for ten minutes and had a NUMBER TOO and enjoyed it as I had not pooped since
Wednesday.
Sunday had to go to a meeting caught bus to train station bought ticket sat on platform for a five minute wait ,had the urge for a BM
boarded train went to the toilet down with jogging bottoms and pants sat on toilet and had a good crapp ,four minutes later the train moved I wiped with tissue supplied dressed flushed then had a seat in the carriage.STEPHEN.P
I came home after a meeting walked to station ,sat on platform and waited half an hour ,the train arrived I boarded went to the toilet
down with jogging bottoms and pants sat down.The train pulled away sat weeing for five minutes then began pooping a really big load ,wiped with paper supplied ,dressed and flushed then took a seat in the carriage arrived at my destination then walked home had a cup of tea then went to bed.I used the pottie for a wee twice during the night.
I woke at eight o clock needed to have a NUMBER TOO sat on the oakleaf bed pan dad a wee then a good shit. last nights carvery and two pints of GINUESS AND TWO SHANDIES it felt really good,I got off bedpan laid on my left side and wiped with four sheets of SHADES KITCHEN ROLL.Rachel, where is the rest of your Walmart episode?
Tricky
A Coed Work Poop Story
It was 2012. I had to drive out of town with two female coworkers to a field site meeting. An office trailer was set up for the site visit, and we received catered lunch and dinner that day. My two coworkers were an attractive 20-something latina with her hair dyed red, and another middle-aged hispanic lady who I previously taught math to the year prior(see page 3018 "A Sloppy Poop at a Co-Worker's Apartment").
On the way there, we stopped at a rest stop. I had to take my morning poop, but the Mens' room had a lone doorless stall opposite the sink and mirror and two urinals. There was a line of people waiting for a toilet, and I was still not comfortable using doorless stalls in front of people yet in spite of having done so in emergencies before, so I held it as it was not an emergency, just a normal urge.
We got to the job site an hour later. There were 9 people plus myself. Three of them were female including my two coworkers, and the other lady was a heavy-set 30-something brunette. We had the meeting, and once the meeting was ended, we were awaiting lunch. My need to poop was now much more urgent. I decided this was my chance.
I'd been to this building before and knew the restroom layout. I'd peed and pooped here multiple times over the course of years. It was a single user restroom with no indication of being gender-specific. There was no lock to the door of the restroom, but the toilet was given a decently private lockable partition away from the sink and mirror. When you open the restroom door, the stall door is directly in front of the restroom's entrance. Anyone could walk into the room to use the sink if the lone toilet was occupied, and from the entrance whenever the door is open, someone entering the room can see the stall user's feet and lower legs facing to the right as the user sits on the toilet behind the cubicle door, as the bottom gap was slightly more than a foot in height. The cubicle itself had floor to ceiling walls spanning the width of the building and was only interrupted by the stall door. The top of the stall door was barely high enough to prevent anyone shorter than 6 feet from peering over. The stall door otherwise offered more privacy than normal in a public restroom, as it had fully sealed side gaps where no one could look into the stall, even if the gap at the bottom revealed a more generous than typical portion of the user's legs as they sat. The toilet is also to the entrance's left behind the cubicle wall, whereas the sink is to the left in front of the cubicle wall.
I latched the stall door, lowered my pants to my shoes, and sat on the toilet, facing the opposite direction versus anyone who would be standing at the sink, with both fixtures sharing the same wall. From the vantage point of sitting on the toilet, the stall door was up front and on the right, the large plastic industrial-grade toilet paper dispenser is on the immediate right attached to the cubicle wall near the door. There was a hand rail on the wall to my back left, another hand rail on the left side wall, and a third hand rail on the wall in front of me. There was enough room for a wheel chair to the left.
Judging by the lone lockable cubicle and limited space, the restroom was clearly meant for one user at a time, but for whatever reason the designer of this office trailer decided that the cubicle by itself provided adequate user privacy, regardless of the fact that the room was meant for anyone to enter regardless of sex/gender and there was no lock on the restroom door itself.
As I sat, I felt quite an urgent need, but nothing budged. About 5 minutes passed, and nothing but a few farts came out. Then I felt it. It was hard, jagged, and was going to be a bit big since I didn't poop that morning.
Just as the turtle's head was crowing, my anus dilating to its limit in anticipation, I heard the door open.
I heard my middle-aged female co-worker exclaim, "Uh oh! Sorry <my name omitted>."
The door quickly shut as she left in a hurry. She knew it was me in the stall, probably by my shoes and the fact that I was the only light-skinned person there(she saw my legs).
The project manager, a fat, bald, Mexican man in his 60s, saw her exit and commented. "There's no lock. We'll need to knock on the door first."
I heard her remark, "That was awkward!"
Even though she heard me taking a big poop in her apartment the year before, this was slightly embarrassing to me and my bowels locked up. She knew exactly what I was doing in there.
I sat there for another 7-8 minutes, pushing, straining, trying to go without anything moving, feeling that the matter in my lower GI tract was hard and impacted from holding it this morning. Finally, a fart...
*bor-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
...and long-awaited movement. It was big, and I knew it was going to hurt.
There was knocking on the door...
*knock knock knock*
The door cracked open slightly. I heard the project manager's voice, impatiently asking "Are you almost done? Lunch arrived 10 minutes ago and we need to wash our hands."
I responded, honestly, but awkwardly, "Not yet."
*P-O-O-O-O-T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-pluphshluphfffftt*
It was now coming out, involuntarily. There was no pinching this off, it was too big, and no holding it back, as my lower GI tract still pulsated with pain at the sheer volume this thing was taking up inside of me even as it was slowly working its way out.
With disappointment, he replied, "They were out in the oilfield and really need the sink to rinse their hands. How much longer will you be? The food's getting cold."
I then realized that everyone there but me and my two coworkers were working with heavy equipment or some sort of hazardous materials just before we got to the job site, with only handwash stations available miles away back at their site, and the sink in this restroom was the only place within reasonable distance where they could still wash their hands. I was hogging the room thanks to my toilet visit.
I responded, with my ass opened up and a log of shit painfully sliding out, "It will be a while." I knew this was going to be at least a 10 minute dump.
He continued, "Do you mind if we come in?"
I decided saying "Go ahead." was the best thing to do. It probably was more awkward for them than it was for me. But it was awkward.
I soon heard the entrance door open and a line of people within the building formed at the sink with the door propped open. I could smell what was coming out of my butt and it was not nice.
People got to the sink, one-by-one washing their hands, as I sat there with my shoes, socks, underwear, and ankles exposed to their view. I felt the thick, warm, hard mass moving faster and faster, and I was physically unable to hold it back.
*fluthf-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
I counted all 9 people use the sink and the door shut after the last one. I was in there another 10 minutes. I recall this one requiring little wiping, but the turd was big, maybe a foot and a half long, three inches wide, and knobby. It took two flush attempts and I thought it was going to clog.
I washed my hands and rejoined my coworkers to eat lunch. Both female coworkers from my office were sitting at the end of the conference table near the restroom entrance and there was an empty seat for me next to them.
The middle aged coworker looked at me and said, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
I reassured her, "It's fine."
Everyone at the table was briefly in that room as I pooped and they all knew what I just did.
The project manager looked at me and remarked with a bit of laughter, "Now that you're empty, fill up again. The food is the best!" The rest of the table laughed.
Another worker present, a younger man fresh out of college, walked passed us and inside to use the toilet. We could hear peeing from outside as we ate.
I peed in that room at least 3 times and pooped in it again before we left for the day, but without an audience in the room.Leaĥ
Mjd
Dear mjd:
It seems like we had similar experiences when we were that age, and yes I admit I did spend free periods trying to have a poo, but between classes and when the loos were busy I never spent more than a minute peeing. Pooping around other girls was no no.
Did you ever get desperate enough to push / strain like that at school? WHat was the longest time you were stuck in a cubicle? Did you hear any other girls struggling to go? Did you friends have the same experiences too?
Yes, I was always desperate to force it out and leave, but if the bullies knew you were pooping they would try to kick the door down and stop you going.
Long loo sessions were normal for me when the final bell went at the end of the day, I would be on the loo while an after school class would be going on next door or down the hall and I would be free to really try and push, I often did homework or read school books ect, I would say half an hour was the average time, or until the cleaners came in the room.
Sometimes I'd hear some girls quietly plopping and grunting at lunchtime, and during lessons I dis hear the odd girl struggling and panting, but leaving class during a lesson was embarrassing and I hardly ever did it. Friends wise we never really talked about pooping, only the disgusting state and having to queue up for them.
Have you been constipated recently? Any interesting stories?
About a week ago I'd spent a whole Saturday loo hopping because I was constipated, and each time I couldn't go, so on Sunday me and my bf Kelly went for a walk around our park, which is quite big and I was feeling sick at the time, I kept rubbing my stomach and farting, Kelly kept asking me if I was OK and I insisted I was.
We was walking beside a stream, on a path and I felt like my poo was coming and I couldn't focus on her as my stomach was churning badly, the sharp pains made me groan out loud, Kelly again asked about me and I said we needed to find a loo, to which she agreed as she needed a pee.
We kept walking and came across a wooden outhouse with two sides, one side male and the other female, and since nobody was around I begged Kelly to use the men's side as I may be awhile, and she sort of hummed in annoyance and I ran in.
The front door had a half moon on it, great and there was a divider to the other side, so I heard Kelly humming and singing as she entered her side and hooked the door shut, I did the same but my short skirt was already on the floor along with my pink thong and I let out a big sigh when I sat down, I got a magazine from my handbag and placed it on my front, I also took out a nail file and started doing my nails to occupy myself.
There was gaps all around the outhouse and Kelly, through her peeing into the pot saw a round hole in the divider and was watching me, I looked over and said" I know, disgusting!" "When you said you may be a while you weren't joking!" She said.
I started pushing hard and my voiced really boomed out, I bet it could be heard from miles away, small holes in the wall meant I could look at the lovely stream outside as Kelly was just sitting at this point.
The pressure was moving downward and soon I could feel the head coming out"oooooohhhh" "uuuuughhhh" "oooooohhhhh" "uh" the poo was very long at this point but still hanging.
Kelly wiped and finished and then demanded I unlock the door so she could come in, "Jesus it's like a sewer in here but I need to hold your hand, love" she presses my stomach"oooooh" it's almost out but I start panting heavily and sweating.
"Come on leah, you can do it, we can go back to mine after this and you can lay on my sofa" "thankyou kelly" I said as the long poo split off and made a big mushy splat sound, I wiggled my bum and another much smaller poo came out. I needed to thank Kelly and we had an embrace, although we heard footsteps outside nobody came in the otherside, which is good because I would have watched them. Kelly took my magazine and picked my thong and short skirt up off the floor and I changed back into them.
When you are pushing, what noises do you tend to make? More nnnnn or uggghh?
I pant when I need to catch my breath, but usually oooohhhhh (that's when I'm in pain or bloated( nnnnnnn, uuuhhhh, I sigh a lot too and moan
trekkie
The neurodivergent population around here sure is growing! It does my autistic heart good. I'm a level 2 (out of three.) When it comes to potty problems, I wet the bed about weekly and I have gut issues that can sometimes become very unpleasant and painful but only make me soil myself on rare occasion. I can't imagine being in diapers all the time like some of us, but it seems you all have a great attitude about it! I wonder, too, if being neurodivergent makes us more likely to be into this sort of thing.
I've been here a very long time but don't know if anyone knows or remembers me. I discovered this place around 2001 and read it daily ever since but rarely post. I don't talk about myself much because I'd been very paranoid about my online and offline life coming together. I'm slowly starting to overcome my fear. It helps that I'm out of the abusive home that I grew up in. I'm going to begin sharing some of my stories that I'd kept under wraps before out of that fear. I've got more than I realized!
I have exciting news that's actually pretty old if you know me. I'm married now! I never thought it would happen, or had any problem with the fact that it wouldn't, being my bathroom-obsessed asexual non-social self. My wife is a fellow autistic who has more interoception trouble than I do, so the one who suddenly realizes it's time to go to the bathroom when it's a mad dash is not me. (The one needing reassurance that no, *really,* the soggy sheets are okay is me. I never minded it before so long as my parents didn't find out, but that was when I was the only one in my bed. Now I share it with someone I really don't want to pee all over, but she has assured me that it's okay even if I do get her wet. She won't tell me whether I actually have or not, though given how big a mess I make some nights, it has to happen sometimes.) We have a small apartment with only one bathroom, so that sometimes gets interesting. We've both been the one to stand outside the occupied bathroom with pee running down their legs, and I worry about telling her that I enjoy these situations entirely too much. She doesn't know about my level of interest in this topic. (As for the asexual thing, well... I might lack certain drives that most people have, but I like making my wonderful other half happy in *any* way I can! It still does complicate things sometimes, but that'd be off-topic.)
And speaking of autistics and gut issues, I've heard from another autistic friend that gut issues are common for us. Has that been the experience of other autistics on this board?
Steve A
How Restaurants Affect Bowel Habits (Question)
Even though I work at Chipotle, I've noticed that depending on what I eat there, I'm usually regular when it comes to pooping, once a day or once every 2 days, since a majority of my meals contain some amounts of fiber, not counting what I eat at home before or after work (I also watch my sodium intake as well, since I only eat twice a day, with some healthish snacks mixed in, if I feel like it)
Which makes me wonder how other restaurants affect our bowel habits?
Since I rarely have issues with eating at certain places, considering that certain restaurants (like Chipotle) don't have freezers for their food.
Concerned mom
Potty training regression?
I have 3 kids and had no major issues with potty training. Now out of nowhere I'm dealing with regression problems with my 9 year old and it has me concerned! We were at a church event a few months ago, lots of families and fun outside together and there was face painting. I was with my 2 younger daughters at the face painting booth, and my 9 year old was sitting getting her face done. While she was there, it became quite clear that someone needed a diaper change, pronto. The area was quite stinky and parents were all checking their toddlers. With my kids being 9 and 6 and well past potty training, I didn't even consider it was one of mine.
You can imagine my surprise and horror when after my 9 year old finished getting her face painted, she stood up and very apparently had pooped in her pants. She had light colored leggings on so the mess was smooshed and stained through from her sitting in it. Many people certainly noticed. Even more to my surprise, she seemed to be acting casual like she hadn't just pooped her pants. I was mortified.
I quickly whisked her away and asked what happened. She was defiant at first refusing to acknowledge what happened. I kept questioning her and after a while she said "i really had to go but it was my turn to get my face painted." I asked if she did it on purpose then, to which she replied that she just couldn't hold it in. Still, I was blown away that she just let it happen in her pants around so many people. You'd think at her age she would be embarrassed, but she seemed to either not care or be hoping no one would notice. I didnt punish her or anything because she said it was an accident, but I did firmly explain to her that she needs to be more responsible about her bathroom needs and should have excused herself to go before getting her face painted. She seemed to understand.
Then, last week i got a call from her school in the middle of the day. She just started 4th grade and apparently pooped her pants in class and needed to go home. Again, I was mortified on her behalf and was at a loss for how it happened. After another tough round of questioning and defiance, she again just made the excuse that she really had to go and couldn't hold it so she pooped her pants at her desk. This time I was far more concerned since it wasnt just an isolated incident like her church festival accident. I didn't know what to do but to otherwise keep reiterating to her that she has to be more on top of things. I'm so sad for her that she had such an accident in front of her class and now kids will always remember it. I wish I could do something for her.
I dont know where to begin. Am I overreacting? Do you think there could be something wrong? I know its just 2 accidents but for all I know its happened other times and she hides it. I dont want to embarrass her any more by making an issue out of it but I also dont want to her to keep embarrassing herself by messing her pants. I'm not sure where to begin or what kind of questions to ask her so any suggestions would be welcome. I'm hoping its just something like she is shy about pooping in public bathrooms and just tries to avoid it. I dont know. Thanks in advance.Marina
Reply to John H and 2 Past Poops
@John H, thanks for the reply, I'm glad you enjoy my toilet experiences. I also found it interesting that you recorded yourself defecating. I'm very glad you enjoy it. I haven't tried recording my own sounds while I defecate, but I might one day. What I really enjoy is watching myself defecate with a mirror, although I do it less and less.
Before, the door to our 2nd bathroom had a latch and I could do it regardless of who was home, but a few months after we moved to the countryside, my mother replaced it with a new one that didn't have a latch. As a future teacher and nanny, if the children need anything they are always allowed in the bathroom while I use it, so I can only do it when there is no one else who can get in the bathroom while I defecate: When my little brother and/or other babies we look after are asleep and no one else is home, or when I am completely alone, which is almost never. Of the last 3 times with the possibility of seeing myself shitting with a mirror, only one was 10/10, which was my 1st post here.
The 1st one was last May, the last Friday of the month. Like most of my poops, it happened on my large fenced property with no close neighbors, with the house very close to the center and very far from all the fences enclosing my property (the closest straight-line distance between my house's walls and the fences is 104 m). My mom had an important business evening with dinner included and won't be back until 11 pm, so I stayed in my house to take care of the babies, my little brother Pablo (12-mo) and a cute and calm little girl (26-mo) who was with us that weekend. It was around 8 pm, I gave the babies dinner, 1h later they fell asleep and I put them in the crib. Afterwards I prepared my dinner and noticed movement in my bowels, it was strange for me because I had pooped the day before. I sat down to dinner and when I took 2 bites I suddenly had a strong urge to poop. The head felt hard in my anus but I knew the rest of it was a pretty soft poop.
I got up, picked up the baby-call, went to my room to get the small mirror and entered the 2nd bathroom without making much noise since the babies were sleeping next door. I put paper in the water, sat on the toilet, held the mirror with my hand to see my anal area and relaxed my sphincter. I pushed a little and saw my anus bulge as a turd came out, greenish light brown in color (light olive), 5 cm in diameter, lumpy and cracked, with a bit of mucus, a type 2 on the Bristol scale. After 8 cm of this dry turd came out, a big and long rope 4 cm in diameter started to come out of my anus very quickly, light tofee brown in color, very soft and smooth. My anus and the wall of my toilet looked like an ice cream dispenser. I left the mirror and spent at least 5 min evacuating small ropes of soft shit until I noticed no more poop. Although I'm not a fan of soft shit, I felt very empty, it seems my body needed a cleansing and the amount of poop was amazing. At least I was able to enjoy the first few centimeters but the smell was very bad, a fresh and very rancid shit odor, like expired milk that stank up the entire bathroom. It took me 5 wipes for my ass and 2 flushes with brush to clean all the stuck shit. I left the bathroom with a bit of a stomach ache but very happy and relieved, I continued eating dinner without going back to take a shit.
The other one also ocurred at my house, a Tuesday this past July, a few days before my 17th birthday. Due to the poop consistency and the sensations this would have been a 10/10 poop, but since I couldn't use the mirror it was a 9/10. It was 7:30 pm, and I was out with my friends in the small city. My mom and Pablo were at my grandparent's house and wouldn't be home until 9:30 pm. That day I wanted to see myself pooping in the mirror, and it would have been the perfect moment. I was already heading my motorcycle to return home, feeling how my massive 4-dayer was waiting for the light and my mom phoned me. It was an emergency for babysitting 2 kids at our house. They would be staying with us that night and would pick them up the next day. I took my motorcycle and drove home.
Their parents told me they were having a medical emergency of a close relative and had no one else to leave them with. I said it was no problem and would be happy to help. They made a very good impression on me and said if we need anything happened, we can call them without any problems. They told me the kids had already eaten dinner and then left. I made sure the outside gate of my property was closed and entered into my house. It was a little boy (6) and his little sister (4), both very cute, with red hair and big, expressive green eyes. I started making my dinner while they watched TV, letting my poop's pressure build up. It took me 15 min to prepare it and when I finished I went to the main bathroom to unload my waste.
I sat on the toilet, relaxed my sphincter and felt the turd's head, but it wouldn't come out on its own because it was too thick. I pushed, and it opened my anus sliding slowly. In total there were 4 large pieces, expelled silently one after the other, without gas, accompanied only by the sound of sliding against my anal walls. All were light yellowish brown (light mustard brown), 6 cm thick, 10 to 15 cm long, and very smelly from the start. The 1st turd was lumpy and cracked, composed of wrinkled and fused pebbles, with a bit of mucus and was a type 2 on the Bristol scale. The 2nd turd had the same 1st half as the 1rst turd, and the 2nd half was less lumpy but cracked, like a tree trunk with a cracked bark, a type 3 on the Bristol scale. The 3rd and 4rth turds were exactly the same as the 2nd half of the 2nd turd. I stunk the bathroom badly, not eggy, putrid and rancid but it was so pleasant to feel the knobby poop sliding through my anus. I wish I could have seen my anus bulging and dilating with the mirror. It took 2 flushes for the monstrous dump to go down the drain. When I left the bathroom, I had my dinner, sat down with the kids, and an 1h later my mom and little brother came back. By then, they were both asleep on top of me. So cute, they looked like two little red haired angels, and they behaved very well.
The truth is, as I already told you, I'd like to write down every single poop but it's impossible. I have to write my poops, translate them, be concise since the max number of characters in a post is 8.000 (I had to split my 2nd post into 2 parts), and check that everything is correct in a language that isn't my native language. But the effort is worth it, and I also get to practice writing in English. All of this combined with the academic year before university, which is full of extra classes, hard work, and difficulties. Plus, our small city isn't so small anymore; there are many parents who live far from their immediate families. Because of this, and because my mom has a business and knows a lot of people, we do a lot of babysitting.
By the way, I love babysitting stories and have read here many. I'm still a minor (in Spain the legal full age is 18, so I almost always babysit at houses, sometimes at theirs but mostly at mine. Parents prefer it because we have everything kid friendly and the kids can breathe the fresh country air) but I'm sure in the years to come I'll encounter terrifying adventures in public places, theme parks, etc. Bye and happy pooping.
Thunder
Hospitals and bodily functions
My partner is having a very brief stay in hospital and had to use the bed pan a few times I found that quite a challenge. I have never used the bed pan before but I've used the bottle a few times and also when I had a small bladder operation I had to sit on the toilet because it was too soon after the anaesthetic and wee in front of a nurse to make certain everything was working, and it was. A few years ago I had a heart procedure and sat on the toilet but the nurse stood directly out the door making certain no is okay and checking on me. I had a reasonable poo really it did not worry me.
My Nanna was in hospital with cancer and many other things and called for the bed pan. The nurse set her up and drew the curtains and came back a few minutes to check on her and sadly she was dead.
My father when he had his heart attack had to sit on the bed pan and had not been for a few days and could not do anything so they gave him an enema and he said it works so well and easily. Felt much better. Also, when visiting father there was a fella in the next bed curtains drawn on the bed pan and the nurse giving him a hand. She stayed with him as he moved his bowels and he seemed to have quite a bit of difficulty. The next day there was a young boy probably four or five who had a motor accident and they put him on the bed pan after a couple of days and he was giving a blow by blow description of him having a poo. It was actually comical.
A long long time ago I was overseas. I met up with this young lady and then we were involved in a motorbike accident. I was fine but she wasn't. She went to the hospital in the village and I had to help her with the bed pan and help her move her bowels . There were very few staff . What else she was embarrassed she was also very grateful.
The reality is we all have bodily functions so I get used to it.
Thunder.ECG
Reply to John H
I'm the user who mentioned audio recordings in my last post. I did send pee audio to Catherine since that post, although it wasn't intentionally for that specific purpose. I was recording a voice message about my day at work, which I was struggling to concentrate on because I was bursting for a pee and thought I could finish recording first. I could not, so I announced that I had to pee and kept talking while I went. I really had to go, as the timer said my pee lasted a continuous 1 1/2 minutes! I did joke that it's lucky I was talking to her at the time, it would have been quite awkward if I was talking to someone else! I haven't heard her pee yet, but if I do I will have to remember to post about it.
I do have a few questions about you sharing your audio, if you're comfortable with answering them. Did you share pee and/or poo audio? Who did you share it with? What audio did they share with you? How did the idea of sharing the audio with each come about? If you've done it with a lot of people, you don't have to answer for every time, the most memorable instances are enough.
Thanks for reading my post (and to the other users who replied to it as well, it got a fair bit of engagement!), and I look forward to your answers soon!
Jennifer
Good on you David P
Glad to hear that you worked up the courage to use the bathroom at work! I think we need to normalize having bowel movements at work. Some people really need it. Holding back when you're already constipated is not good at all. Everyone persons bowel works in different ways and you know best what you need. Nothing to be embarrassed about, but it just something all of us have been trained to feel and it doesn't help at all. Sounded like a particularly difficult session for you. Hope it'll be easier for you and then you'll find it easier wherever you are.Adam
Hi everyone.I saw something the other day that amused me and i would like to share it with you. Last week my family and i went to visit one of our relatives who lives in a Lancashire town in the UK .We went shopping and we passed a Cafe Diner that was called. Fill Ya Boots. I wasn't quite sure wether it was referring to the amount of food you are given being gigantic portions or wether it was refering to the standard of food and the after effects.
AdamBecc
Today's Poop
It's been a nice, lazy Saturday! This morning I had a really nice poop! It was one of those that was big, long, thick, but sort of soft! Those are the best. It got my day off to a great start!
How many of you know the day will be a great day by the poop you do in the morning?
Becc
RP
It actually happened
So, i am nearly 40. The other day i told you guys about me peeing myt undies on purpose at a family event many years ago.
Last night i dreamt that was peeing into a ditch with some friend. I woke up to a wet bed. Actually a fairly large amount.
That is the first time i accidently wet the bed since i was like 6. Well of to buy some diapers i think.
All these years of actually trying in diapers, and now it happened.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Automatic Toilets are downright the WORST!!
Hello everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I really had to go. After chatting to my boyfriend Super Mario Mario at a local cafe. I headed off to see if I could find a restroom to use. But the cafe didn't have any restrooms so I headed off to the street and there I found this Automatic toilet in the corner of the shops. I pressed the button and the doors opened up along with a creepy or friendly sounding voice welcoming me as the automatic door closed for me. (CRUNCH!) Owww! It jammed my fingers after struggling to get my fingers free. I walked over to the toilet. It was a real grey ugly looking one with a black seat and no lid. I lift up my dress, pull down my royal panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then I sit down on the toilet adjusting myself and then I read the "Bathroom Business" newspaper waiting and squatting as some music played in the background. I tried taking no notice of it and began my pee "Tinkletinkle TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssshhhhhhh dripdripdrop!" then after I weed. I really had to poo. So pushed until I heard a crackle and made a huge thick solid brown stool then more came peeking and oozing out slowly with a grunt. "CRRRACKLE PLOP PLOOP SPLASH PAAAARRPP!!" Until I finished my waste dump farting all the way. I reached for some toilet paper to clean up but much to my shock there was none there and this poo I made was really starting to smell. I reached into my pocket and looked for some flushable wipes nothing expect my payment from the cafe I was going to use and no way am I using that. I stood up looked for some toilet paper or something I could use but there was nothing there. But then the automatic toilet loudly flushed my solid and liquid waste as well as the music stopping. "FLUSSSSSssssshhh!!" NonononoNO!! I wasn't yet done. (Growls in frustration) Screw it! I pulled up my panties and lifted down my dress and headed to the sink to wash my hands. I put my hands under the automatic tap to wash them but it's not working either not even the hand soap which is broken. ARGGHHH! I cannot wipe I cannot wash my hands. What am I to do??!! You know what I'm going to get home, have a shower and wash those poo marks off my bottom poo hole before they start to itch and crust. I'll see you guys later. Bye bye now. "Thank you for using our automatic restroom!" Oh shut UP!!
Louise
Car journeys )
I work as a saleswoman, so spend hours driving around the UK.
Recently I was driving back along a main road that gets very busy, as it's on a holiday route. The traffic was very slow, and I noticed several poor desperate women peeing by their cars, usually in between the front and rear doors, to act as a screen. You could see their bums and the stream of wee. I was far too embarrassed to do the same, so pulled off down a small country lane. I pulled into a gateway and went behind a hedge. I've always been shy. Men don't seem to worry where they wee, obviously it's easier for them, and more discreet.
Only once have I needed to poo outside, that's for another time though!
Kylie
Holiday poop
Hey everyone kylie here I posted here before on page 3145 and got more to tell this one was when I was 15 on holiday with my family
My first one was when we were at time stop by a cafe and had food and after that I felt the need to go to the bathroom so I went and took a stall lifted up my white dress and white underwear sit on the toilet frat at first and then pee next a poop was coming pushed then plopped followed by 4 more then finished wiped pulled underwear up dress down flushed and then left
Second one was a few days later when we got to a beach I went in the sea and swam around before I urged need the toilet so instead of leaving I pulled my pink bikini bottom down from my bum and lifted my legs to a seating position and poo just shot out stayed sitting for 3 minutes before pulling up my bikini I never told anyone that I done that later after the beach family went out for dinner and I fought I didn't had to go poop again but I was wrong after dinner we went to a family friendly place and I was in the middle of a movie luckily I seen it a few time left during the part I didn't like and went to the toilet they were 2 stalls one taken the girl had yellow flips flops one took the empty toilet closed and locked the door lifted up my pink skirt and then the pink thong sat on the toilet to a instant plopped following another plopped and then plopped peed for 15 seconds and the 3 plops later was done started cleaning myself pulled up thong and drop skirt flush and wash hands other stall exited too but left quickly saw her pink thong caught on her dress before I exited and returned to movie
Thrid one is a few day later we were at a wedding I had a nice long purple dress one and nice sliver wedges that I loved so much during the time after the ceremony and before the dinner I felt the urge to go so I went to the bathroom too a stall none in use luckily got in one locked it pulled up my purple dress and sit on the toilet yes I didn't have underwear on as the dress and long and tight once I've sit down I heard the first plopped then another and another 4 then a fart plop 3 farts all in a minute I crossed my legs then another fart came following plop plop and plop swapped my crossed legs by that time I was 3 minutes on the toilet and still wasn't finished so I counted 16 plops and 9 farts but then another one shot out hurting I let auch and then a final plop just Sit for a few more minutes in case more came out but nothing started to wipe got off the toilet dropped my dress flush washed hands and returned to wedding so the my poop holiday story love you too
Nytecat
Watching others having accidents and firsthand accounts.
To Emma Two. I enjoyed reading your story about your flatmate Sarah filling her knickers. I'm glad you got to see that, especially after she was an eyewitness to more than one of your own mishaps. That had to be cathartic, at least it would have been for me. Whether it's couples, relatives, or friends, it seems unfair when one person has the accidents and the other person skates through life accident free. In particular I think about Catherine who lamented the fact that her husband got to view her pooing herself but she never got to watch him face that predicament. It seemed unjust, and I agree. Even when I was little, it was only my mom who frequently had accidents, never my dad. This thing is typically very one-sided.
Except for my mom, whose accidents were usually small and unnoticeable except for the sound and the smell, I never had the "pleasure" of seeing it happen live in front of me. I've been aware of others messing themselves due to odor, self admission, discarded soiled underpants, or other evidence. But I never got to see brown liquid running down someone's legs, no fast growing bulge on the backside, nothing like that. Still, every once in a blue moon, I do get to hear a great firsthand account of someone else's accident.
A few days ago, I got a phone call from my good friend Mark and boy did he have a tale for me. I've mentioned him in a previous post when we were in the middle of nowhere and he suddenly needed to poop. Back then, he did it under the overhang of an old train station building while I stood watch. But on this latest occasion, Mark told me about how he was doing mundane chores around the house. He was aware that he needed the toilet soon, but he could hold it until he was finished. Or so he thought. As he started towards the bathroom, he said his butthole gave way unexpectedly all this mushy poop started going into his pants. He kept walking as it continued flowing out, made it inside the bathroom, closed the door, and tried to carefully pulled his pants down. But it's a delicate situation handling pants and briefs full of semi-liquid shit. He miscalculated and ended up getting a lot of it on the toilet seat and the floor. After cleaning the toilet enough to sit down, he made sure that it was all out before turning his attention to cleaning himself and the bathroom up. He said that lasted the better part of an hour.
When Mark was done with the story, he said that's pretty crazy, huh? How do you go from being in control one moment and then losing it the next? It never happened to him before and he seemed a bit freaked out by it. He wondered if it was part of getting older as he turned 60 this year. For the most part, I went uh huh and agreed with everything he said. I was tempted to tell him that it was very similar to an accident I had earlier this year. I thought things were under control then all of a sudden boom they weren't. I could have mentioned that I have unintentionally pooped in my pants five times since turning 40 including twice so far this year in my early 50s. So I'm well ahead of him if we're considering this an age related issue, heh. Finally, Mark might hear about how I possibly inherited this problem from my mother. The community of accidental pants poopers is bigger than most people think and, in a strange way, I'm proud to be a part of it. But I didn't bring up any of this. However, during this call, Mark never asked if anything like this ever happened to me. If he did, I might have told him everything.
My final takeaway from this phone conversation? It's the fact that he was eager to tell me about it at all. This is something that men typically don't talk discuss because it's generally regarded as TMI. But Mark needed someone to help him get it off his chest, I suppose, and I didn't mind listening.
Becc (The PA)
I Pooped My Pants
Hi. This is Becc again! Thank you for all who remember me and have encouraged me to share more!
LC, John H, and others, thank you for encouraging me to write. And it is so good to see Mina posting after all these years. I remember you well!
Someone wrote that they remembered that I had a romantic relationship with another woman so I used the search function and found another Becc, who posted in the 2700's. That was not me. Apologies for the confusion.
Before I share some stories from the Practice, I am amazed how many people struggle with pooping! I would never have guessed how many women have struggled with bowel incontinence due to a rough childbirth. Of course, the main thing that I deal with is constipation. I am usually assigned patients with minor complaints, such as irritable bowel and constipation, while the primary physician deals with more major symptoms.
I did poop my pants recently and it was a major accident. It was horrible. I was with my mother for an early 30th birthday surprise trip to the beach - just the two of us! If you read my posts from 2017, I shared that I adored my mom and always competed with five other daughters for her attention. She really has invested in spending time with me as an adult, since I am single and likely will be for the rest of my life.
So we rented a small place in the Low Country and enjoyed shopping, the beach, eating and talking. Both my mother and I realized that we had gotten a little constipated, perhaps due to the travel and all the wonderful food we enjoyed. My mother is in her 50's and still has her dark hair and complexion. She looks like she could be my sister. And she can put away food and so can I.
She asked me if we should take a laxative and I am not really a fan of laxatives, but I was miserable too. So we bought a laxative, and I do not want to say which one because I do not want to be endorsing any type of medication on this site. However, we took a moderate dose right before we went to dinner, hoping that by the evening it would work.
We ate and returned to our place and decided that we would go for a walk on the beach. We decided that we did not need to go far in case we had to hurry back to the toilet. We talked and laughed at the noises our stomachs made. Then my mother said, "Rebecca, I think that I am going to need the toilet soon. Let's go back." And so we talked some more. Once more, my mother made reference to her need for the bathroom, that it was getting stronger. I still felt nothing but a heaviness.
But right before we reached the door to the little beach house, the heaviness in my stomach transformed into the strongest urge I ever had to poop in my life. It was so heavy and pounding that I started sweating. "Mother, I don't think that I am going to make it. I have to go so bad!" She encouraged me and we kept moving. Now I was wearing shorts with Hanes panties underneath and a sleeveless top. The stairs leading up to the deck were within just a few steps when it happened.
I said, "Mother, I..." And then I knew I was defeated. The biggest poop in my life forced its way out into my panties rapidly. It felt solid but huge. The irony of it all was that I still had to poop so bad!
My mother said, "Rebecca, it's okay." And I started waddling a little, but when I reached the stairs I erupted again. This time the poop was really soft and it started coming down my legs. And then I erupted one more time. It was bad. I think I was out of site of everyone when it happened.
My mother said, "I need to get to the toilet now and I will get a towel and help." A few minutes passed and she still did not come out. I was standing there with poop coming down my legs when I decided that I would make my way around to the outdoor shower, used for washing sand off after being on the beach. Fortunately, there were some wooden barriers to give some privacy. I turned it on and began the nasty part of rinsing off.
My mother finally emerged and let me know that she just did the biggest poop of her life and that it just kept coming out of her.
If it was not bad enough that I pooped myself and that my mother had her own struggles, we both had diarrhea for the remainder of the evening and achy bowels the next day!
I hope that never happens again!
Becc
Sunday, September 21, 2025
Tricky
Desert Dump, Pt 4
We drove to the job site. I could smell what I wasn't able to wipe off as we drove to the site. My coworker said nothing. We still had the windows down.
We made it on time, with not a minute to spare. I had no time to clean up just yet. During the meeting, they assigned a location for us to survey and told us where to go before sending us on our way. In all, the meeting lasted an hour, and all I could think about was how I was going to finish cleaning my ass, at least until I felt the need to poop yet again.
I walked over to the facility available, a lone Skid-O-Can, to let loose some explosive diarrhea.
She was walking right next to me as we approached the Skid-O-Can. Before I said anything, she remarked, "If you need to go again, you can go first."
I replied, "Yeah, I do. Sorry."
She then said, with a bit of a smirk "No, you're fine. I understand your situation."
She was keenly aware that I needed to do a more thorough cleanup job. She saw me carry a bottle of water in with me just for that purpose. But I also had to poop yet more out.
I latched the door, dropped my pants down, and proceeded to drop out liquid with chunks of sticky semi-solid waste, accompanied by a caca-phony of loud and explosive flatulence. I'd been holding it all in for at least an hour and a half while sitting with poop still smeared around my anus, and didn't want to leave the port-o-potty without addressing the cleanup first.
As I sat there, I saw that my underwear had some small, thin smears on it that weren't there after I checked myself earlier on the side of the road. I obviously wasn't able to wipe myself adequately at the side of the road more than an hour ago with what she had to offer me. These smears were the result of unwiped poop smearing my underwear after getting back in the car and sitting down, and/or while sitting during the meeting. But my underwear weren't ruined, as they could probably be washed out, and my clothes were otherwise untainted. Surprisingly, the area near the center wasn't smeared, as I did a great job sitting down with my buttcheeks clenched, but I could feel in that particular area that the poop was mostly dry and caked on at this point.
*plupt-plupt-ploop-bloop-plupt-plupt* *WOMP-P-P-PT* *prop-op-op-op-op-plupt* *weeeeeeif-t*
It came in multiple waves. I heard some field workers approach and start a conversation with my co-worker as she stood outside waiting for her turn.
I heard a redneck's accent, "Hey there young lady, you next in line?"
She then said, "Yes. I'm next."
He continued, "What's your name?"
She told him.
She was the front of the now growing line starting maybe five feet away from me, and they were able to hear the loud explosive farts and plopping coming from the portable toilet I was in. It made the redneck crew members waiting behind her chuckle.
She then interjected, "Try not to laugh. He's been having a rough day."
One of them remarked, "Sounds like it!"
It wasn't the first time she heard me pooping in one of these units. This one was an improvement over the last portable toilet I used in earshot of her during the bike ride two months back, as it at least had a full door that hid my ankles and feet from outside view, not that it made much difference at this point. Having a lot of toilet paper available was also a Godsend. I spent at least 5 minutes picking crusted poop off my my ass that I missed earlier from having to be careful with my severely limited wiping material at the side of the road earlier, and was using wet toilet paper with water from my bottle to clean up as best as I could. I kept getting brown streaks on the wet paper with each wipe, but they diminished within a few passes, until none were left. It worked as planned, and my butt was now as clean as I could expect without a shower.
After I was done, perhaps 15 minutes had passed. Two redneck contractors were eyeing me as I left the toilet while my coworker entered, or maybe they were eyeing my coworker from behind, given that she was quite an attractive and shapely woman in her 20s with a nice butt. I thought to myself that the laxative was working a bit too well and worried I'd have to go again while we worked outside. I threw my water bottle in the trash, having used all of it to clean my rear. As I used the handwash station outside, we all heard her take a long and forceful pee inside the porta-potty and do a single wipe, confirming to me that no noises were left to the imagination and they all heard my splatterfest loud and clear. I felt so much better now that my bowels were purged. I was also hungry, my appetite having fully returned.
She exited, used the handwash station, and we were on our way to our next job assignment.
This time, I drove to the site we were assigned to survey, which was back the way we came. We parked the car, got out, and started doing our work. We walked along the assigned area according to the map we were given, gathering data.
As bad luck would have it, or perhaps it was some celestial being's warped sense of humor, fate, or whatever you want to believe, about a half of a mile from where we parked, there it was. While walking, we both spotted the massive mess that I left at the side of the road. There was a dark avocado-green log about 2 feet long and almost as wide around as my forearm, embedded in a pile of brownish-green mush the size of a cow pie making an oblong path toward the highway, with a few scattered golfball-sized brown turds around it, and a trail of small half-dollar sized green Hershey's kiss-shaped dollops leading to a smaller brownish-green pile the size of a hockey puck about 4 feet away from the first pile. It all looked like something sized as if it came out the rear of an elephant, and not some rail-thin, attractive, boyishly-young-looking creature like myself. It didn't look like something that would come out of someone like me, but looks can be deceiving, because without a doubt, it did. We both knew it. All of the tell-tale napkins were crowded around the smaller pile, confirming that no wild animal, but a human being, left this. The same exact napkins I wiped with hours ago. And even more damning, I'm certain that she briefly saw it coming out of me as she was sitting in the car.
NOW I was embarrassed, quite a lot, once the totality of the situation registered.
The sun had baked it a bit, dried it, and we could smell it in the distance as the wind blew the stench our way. It stunk quite mightily.
With part disgust, part laughter, holding her nose as we approached it, she remarked, "I don't believe what I'm looking at."
We continued walking, keeping our distance from the site of my drop-op, and remained silent for the next 10 seconds or so. As we were passing it, she continued, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I had no idea..."
I interjected as my sense of embarrassment faded, "I don't feel sick anymore."
Still holding her nose, "I can see why, but I'd rather just pretend I never saw that."
Nothing was mentioned of it again while we worked. However, as we passed it again on the way back to the car, my coworker had a smirk on her face upon seeing it yet again. Again holding her nose, she made every effort to stifle her laughter at the absurd site of it and said not a word. It was easily the most massive shit I'd seen come out of any human left to fester in the outdoors, and I'm the one that did it. It was now sunset, and it had finally attracted its first flies. It was a contender for one of the largest poops of my entire life(THE largest probably being "The Biggest Crap I've Ever Taken", Page 2933, which can't be directly compared in size since it ended up inside a bus toilet instead of outside on the ground, but this new mess certainly rivaled it and probably matched it in terms of overall mass).
We finished our work and drove back to the office, making it back at 1AM.