Rachael
Accident from middle school
Hi. I'm 32 and this is my first time posting.
Today I was at the mall and I saw a girl about 14 and she looked a bit uncomfortable. A few minutes later I was behind her and her mother line and I looked down and saw a big bulge growing in the back of her pants. She didn't say anything, but a few minutes later the smell hit me and I'm pretty sure her mom could smell it too. I have her the eyeball at her daughter. She finally saw what happened and gave her a look of disappointment.
Well that brings me to my story. When i was in school I always held my poop in until I got home. I often made it, however there were a quite a few accidents on the bus or walking from the bus stop. Well on this day, I got the feeling in my stomach during my 2nd period class. I knew it was going to be a long day of holding it. During my 3rd period class tho, the unthinkable happened. I got hit with a really sharp pain in my stomach and I knew I was gonna poop my pants. I lifted my butt off the seat, and let out a the biggest dump I'd ever taken. Luckily the poop was solid so it stayed in my underwear. Well about a minute later, the whole load was in my panties and the classroom was starting to smell. I was in shock. As I mentioned, I'd pooped my pants before, but never in school. After about 2 minutes of the smell lingering around me, the kid behind me puked all over himself. The teacher sent him in the hall so she could write him a pass. On his way by, I made a mean comment to cover up what I'd done, I think I said "oh look, the little baby puked on himself". He gave me a look like he knew what I had done. Teacher gave him his pass, then sent me into the hall. I thought she was going to yell at me. Nope she asked me to turn around and she good look at my bulge. I was given a pass to go to the nurse as well. I got there and the kid who puked was outside by the hall trash can so I could go first. I told the nurse that I pooped my pants and she called my mom. My mom Got to the school with a change of clothes for me. This was not her first rodeo with me as she'd seen me come home in pooped pants quite a few times. My mom has zero filter too and her exact words were "I've been warning you this would happen in school and not on the way home" as she's going into the bathroom with me. I was told to strip down. My mom dumped the poop from my underwear into the toilet. Then cleaned my butt a bit so I cloud sit on the toilet and try to go more, I only had to pee, while she rinsed the poop out of my underwear. She then finished cleaning me off.
That's my embarrassing storyGemma
Serves him right
My boyfriend has deservedly embarrassed himself, and I have no sympathy.
We spent the week before Christmas visiting my parents. They live on the South Coast of England, in a nice quiet seaside town. My boyfriend had made other arrangements, he was going for a night out with his mates in London, then joining me and my parents a day later.
All went to plan, and I'd arranged to pick him up from the station, then on to parents for lunch. When I met him off the train, he was clearly still suffering from the excess of drink and his curry.
He didn't eat any of my parents lunch, but sat there, quietly, only having a glass of water and stomach settler.
After lunch we went for a walk along the beach. He said before we left he didn't want to go. I insisted, and didn't want him ruining our time with my parents. Mum and Dad walked ahead, we followed, slowly behind. He kept burping, and at one point was slightly sick. Luckily no one saw. All of a sudden, he stopped and said he needed to go to the toilet. There were none nearby. Then he farted. His face dropped. He'd shit himself. There were some beach huts nearby, and he walked over to them, and went between two. He dropped his jeans, and it was clear to see, his boxers were full of poo. My parents came back, wondering where we were. I had to explain what had happened. They were cleaning shocked. I told them to go back home, I'd deal with it. He took off his jeans completely and then his boxers. He squatted down and cleaned himself up as best he could with some old newspaper I found nearby. It was all over his bum cheeks and down his leg. It stunk. The boxers were past saving, but after about 15 minutes he'd cleared himself up as best as he could. He couldn't face seeing my parents again, so he walked back to the station.
I found an old Carrier bag and cleared up as best as I could, it's not fair on the people who own the beach huts.
I spent another few days with mum and dad, we never spoke about it again.
I'm still with himRobyn
My worst pooing day
Hi everyone, I stumbled across sit and wow! it's fun in the best way hahahaha
anyways, I thought I'd share my worst day out with a bad stomach
I think I have slight IBS and it's worse in social situations cause I get stressed, so I have more stories if anyone would like to hear
My worst day happened when I was 15 (I'm 19 now) and it was a day out with my friends
my stomach was being weird in the morning but I couldn't poo, so by the time we got into town I was feeling a little desperate. We had been in the shopping centre about half an hour before I had to go, and one of my friends decided to come with me to pee.
As soon as I sat down it all just started falling out, it wasn't liquid but very wet chunks that made a lot of splashes. It was one of those ones that stops and starts and eventually I had to just wipe and go but I knew I would have to go again.
Long story short, I shat twice in the restaurant we went for lunch and another time in the train station before going home, and all were really messy and splashy.
Anyways I hope you all enjoyed that hahahahahaha
Robyn from Scotland :)
Radu
Survey
Thank you so much to Oksana and Marina for filling out my survey, and I encourage others to do the same. It's for everyone.
Oksana
Don't be ashamed of pooping bigger than others. Have you seen other people's poops and know without comparison that yours is bigger? Consider yourself a winner. I admire people who are smaller than me but poop bigger than mine. I usually poop a few pieces that are 2-3 cm thick and about 10 cm long, what about you?
Marina
I like your approach to pooping. I was surprised that you think men poop smaller than women, since they're bigger, after all. I liked your story, as I did all the previous ones. I think I'm the person you're looking for. Do you also enjoy peeing?
Steve A
Post Christmas Poop
After enjoying time with my family and enjoying a nice Christmas dinner, I didn't have to go until the next day
I developed an urge when I arrived home after driving from my parents place, as I became desperate to go after I unloaded the car and unpacked my stuff
Even though the log was around a foot long, it was a nice relief, since I stopped somewhere for lunch on the way home and did a little shopping as well (the urge slowly developed while I was driving home)
I also hope everyone enjoyed their Christmas as well
- Steve AElvia
Visiting family for the holidays.
For Christmas this year we flew to visit family for three days. We stayed with a cousin but everything was being held at another relative's house down the street and people were walking back and forth to each one the whole time. The bathroom where we were staying only had a curtain for privacy. It went down to the floor and the only way you would see someone is if you stood right in front of it through the gaps.
We left on the 23rd and I didn't poop until after dinner on Christmas! It was already dark. The other house had a bathroom with a door, but there was always a line so I asked my husband to walk back with me to where we were staying. I left the curtain slightly open and sat down while my husband stood in the doorway. I must've been there for ten minutes! Someone else came in the house for the same reason, but my husband called out someone was using the bathroom so I could have my privacy.
I had to poop again the next morning and got walked in on twice! First my oldest pulled the curtain slightly to see if anyone was there and saw me. Then only a few minutes later my cousin's daughter yanked the curtain aside already unbuttoning her pants! Thankfully I was almost done so I didn't care when she hurried off leaving the curtain a little open.
Marina
Radu's Survey for everyone
Radu, even though it's for Oksana, I find this survey interesting and I have time, so I'm going to answer it. And yes, I love having big bowel movements; I find it very pleasurable. I recommend you read my post titled (you'll find it very interesting): Thick Poop, but not as Thick as I Thought
1. What is your gender?
Woman
2. Have you ever compared your poop to someone else's?
Yes, but always in a more or less indirect way. Whenever I see someone else's poop, my mind goes into comparison mode
3. Did you do it once or more often?
Whenever I see poop that isn't mine
4. Did you do it secretly, or were you participating in a poop size competition?
Unfortunately not, I hope to one day find someone of my age, compatible with "my poop thing" and do a truly poop size competition
5. Have you compared your poop to someone of the same gender or a different gender?
Both, although from what I've seen, women's stools are thicker and more compacted than men's. Obviously, I've seen far more women's than men's, but sometimes due to cleanliness/problems in the women's restrooms, I've had to use the men's and I've encountered a few "surprises". Sometimes children also produce large poops
6. How did you feel when your poop was bigger than someone else's?
Proud of myself
7. How did you feel when your poop was smaller than someone else's?
A little disappointed, but just jokingly, not taking it seriously. That said, I've never seen a turd so thick it filled the entire toilet drain, but I read about it here. So I'm sure there are people who poop bigger than mine
8. Can you share a poop comparison story from your life?
Yes. As almost always at my house, our wonderful and isolated country property. Although somewhat indirect, it's the most direct comparison and at the same time closest to my own poop size. It was a Tuesday at the end of last July; I was already 17-yo. I was babysitting a cute and sweet blond toddler boy (2-yo and 4 months). They left him with me at 3 pm and didn't come back for him until 9:30 pm. It was around 6 pm, and neither my mother nor my little brother were home. The boy needed to poop and wanted me to go with him, which was perfect because I really needed to pee.
I waited until he sat on the toilet-shaped potty by himself, checking that he did it correctly (this is good for his independence; he was already potty trained). Then I sat on my throne and completely relaxed my sphincters. The pee was very long; feeling the urine flow was very pleasant. While I was peeing, the boy was straining hard to poop. He was constipated and passed an impressive turd for a child his age, about 4 cm wide and 20 cm long, a perfect mix of Bristol stools type 2 and 3, hard, lumpy and cracked, dark brown in color. The smell wasn't good, but it wasn't strong. When I finished peeing, I started to notice that I also had poop (even though I was a 2-dayer, it seems my bowels were already full).
My brain interpreted this as a pleasant and safe situation, and activated my bowels. Ufff, the poop was here, I could feel the tip of the huge turd, what a sweet sensation. A few pfft-type farts, I pushed hard and the turd dilated my anus widely accompanied by fetid and squeaky farts. In 5 seconds, I effectively and completely evacuated a huge turd as a 2 pieces, both a homogeneous light mustard brown. The 1st curved slightly forward, 5 cm wide and 15 cm long, hard, lumpy, and with a little mucus between the cracks, a mix between Bristol type 2 and 3. The 2nd, 5 cm wide and 30 cm long, cracked but less lumpy and smoother, Bristol type 3. My smell overpowered completely the child's poop odor, stinking the whole bathroom, not eggy, rancid and putrid. The poop and the smell were my average.
I cleaned his bottom with baby wipes for a thorough clean and then flushed his poop down the toilet. Although the turd was thick and large, it wasn't comparable to mine in diameter or total volume, not to mention the color, as its dark brown contrasted sharply with my light golden hue. Three flushes were enough. We washed our hands, opened the window completely, sprayed air freshener, and closed the door so as not to stink up the house, as the bathroom smelled very bad (and I was responsible for most of the odor). While a 2-yo's poop isn't comparable to that of a calorie-burning machine fully developed teenager, I have to say it's the biggest in almost direct comparison (throwing the potty's poop on top of mine to flush them together).
I'd love to one day meet a boyfriend who shares my taste in pooping. So he could poop in the toilet while I watch, and then we could switch positions and let mine go on top of his while he watches, comparing sizes, colors, and textures. Now that would be a real direct comparison/competition; we'd probably clog the toilet too. I say boyfriend because, although as you know I have a little bisexual side, I can't relax my sphincter and do my poop if there's a girl my age meters from me (my poop thing). The only one I can do it with is my friend Milan (an exception to my poop thing) and if just thinking about it makes me embarrassed, I don't want to imagine it with a man...
Marina
To John H
Merry Christmas again to everyone. I'm so glad you liked my poop. The truth is, it was extremely pleasurable for 3 reasons:
- Physical sensations. Even though I have to push to get my poop out, it's pleasurable. My poop isn't the kind where it's stuck and won't move forward or backward and I don't feel any relief when I push, like I'm pushing against nothing. My poop is the kind where I have a lot of very well-formed poop and it's so thick that it sticks really well to the walls. That's why every time I push, I feel it move, even if it's just a little when I push hard, I feel it slide through my anus (very pleasant), and every time I push, I feel relief, even though I haven't completely expelled it yet. Sometimes it hurts, but very, very little, until my anus is completely dilated. It was more painful when I was little.
- The fact that I did it in a "new" toilet for me. Besides, I personally loved this small restroom.
- The fact that I did it in a, for me, safe and psychologically very pleasant space. In this case, surrounded by people who allowed me to comfortably and pleasantly relax my sphincter. Read my post titled: My Poop Thing and Past Experiences
Other things that surprised me about such an old toilet:
- The seat: although it was very cold (my poop was steaming), when I sat down I obviously felt cold on my buttocks, but not the sensation of: I can't sit here because my buttocks are literally freezing. The quality of the materials was very good.
- Soundproofing: Although the toilet is outside, it's attached to the house, which is also small. Pablo and Elsa's laughter while playing seemed to be coming from many meters away, almost imperceptible, when in reality, they were physically separated from me by about 2 to 6 meters.
I can't wait to poop one of my huge and stinky dumps there again.Konigin
Post Christmas Poo
Hi everyone, third post! I had a really good Christmas dinner and woke up this morning absolutely bursting for a poo, I could feel that not so subtle heaviness in my gut, my butt even felt full. So I got out of bed and walked to the back bathroom, for context the front bathroom is out of service cause my grandfather decided that Christmas Eve was a good day to try to replace the wax seal. I got there and found that it was occupied, by my sister, who was clearly doing a rather messy poo, I didn't bother knocking, I just went back to my room, got dressed in my usual outfit, black skirt with leggings, tennis shoes, and a grey shirt, then I grabbed my keys told my grandparents I was going for a drive, checked into the bathroom again, sis was still poopin', then I went out and got in my truck. I rode around town for a while, forgetting about my worries until they came back with a dull throbbing cramp in my lower belly and an unbelievably powerful urge to poo. I clenched and waited for it to pass, when it did I relaxed a little and immediately let rip a soft pre-poo fart. I clenched immediately which set off another cramp, I thought about where I could go, and eventually decided on the park, when I got there I was fidgeting, barely holding on, the first pavilion was occupied by a thumping party, the second was under renovation, the third by the playgrounds was open but too far away, I pulled into a parking spot, deciding to go to the one by the hiking trails, it's a bit more run down than the rest but I was full to bursting so I didn't really care, there's a male and Female side with two stalls each, I of course waddled into the ladies side, I checked the first stall for paper, very little, so I went into the second stall, checked the paper, there was enough, I locked the door, lined the seat, hiked my skirt, pulled everything down and immediately started farting up a storm the moment I put my bum on the seat. As I'm sitting there farting and waiting on my poo to start, I heard frantic footsteps, then the men's side door bang open, someone frantically checking the stalls, then the door bangs open again, more frantic footsteps, then the ladies room door banged open and a guy, though his voice was really light said "Oh my god, sorry miss but there's no paper in the men's" as he stumbled into the first stall, I could see under the partition that he had on converse and a pair of leggings, he was dancing from foot to foot as he locked the stall door, pulled everything down, sat and absolutely exploded. His explosion must have gave my body permission to go because almost immediately after my rear end opened up and started dropping massive soft but firm poos into the bowl, he finished before I did, used up all the paper in his stall, I gave him some from mine, he pulled everything up, apologized again, then left, I dropped a bit more poo, wiped up, it took like ten wipes, then I pulled everything up fixed my skirt, flushed, washed my hands and left feeling much better. Thank you all for reading! Konigin out-
P.S. Konigin is a German word that means Queen.Oksana
Radu's survey on page 3163
1. I am a female by the name of Oksana.
2. No, I've never compared my poop to someone else's because I know pretty
much that mine will always be bigger.
3. N/A
4. N/A on both questions
5. No, I. haven't had the opportunity to.
6. I felt very embarrassed.
7. N/A
8. No, sorry I really can't.
Saturday, December 27, 2025
Taylor
Poop battle with my sister
My identical twin sister Shelbi is visiting over the holidays and we went out on Tuesday to get the last few essentials ready for the big day. As we were out Shelbi mentioned she needed to poop so we went into the ladies toilets together. We took a stall each, pulled down our clothes and sat down. Shelbi started peeing as she pulled off some toilet paper and while she was mid stream I heard a quiet splash. She wasn't lying about needing to poop! The tinkle faded away and she said quietly "1-0" which made us giggle. Shelbi had drawn first blood but I wasn't far behind. My backdoor domed and I relaxed into it as the wide head of my poop forced its way out. There was another splash from her stall and she said "2-0" moments before my log broke off. "2-1" The remainder fell a few seconds later with a "plunk" and we were even. 2-2. I peed and once I finished I felt empty so I started cleaning up starting with my front. I heard another splash from Shelbi as I wiped my behind and she pulled off more toilet paper so she was finished also. It was a close battle but she won 3-2!John H
Happy Christmas and a comment for Marina
Hey all.
I am enjoying all the recent posts and want to wish all here a happy Christmas. I hope everyone eats and drinks lots and I look forward to reading about post Christmas dumps.
Thanks to all who posted during 2025. I am sure 2026 will be another great year for toilet experiences. I also hope that those no longer posting, such as Catherine are doing well.
@Marina. Thanks for sharing your latest poop in your uncles new house. I like how you held on to have a big poop to release. It's cool you used the outside toilet which sounded very nice from your description.
it sounds like a massive load you pushed out. It must have felt so good to push those long thick logs out. It was cool you could also look between your legs to see the poop coming out. Sounds like a much needed pee too.
I can imagine the smell was so strong in such a small space. I like how you took time to admire what you had pushed out and that you got right down near the toilet to smell it before flushing. Interesting that you were able to grab one of the logs to help flushing. The older toilets generally have a strong flush.
Thanks for sharing all the details, including the smell after and your family members jokes about your poop. I hope you can enjoy a good poop where you don't have to push to get it out.
Take care all. John H.
Thursday, December 25, 2025
Anna from Austria
poop at the mall
@mina and friends,
Thanks a lot for sharing your latest story. It is always neat to hear from you guys.
Now to my latest story. I was doing some Christmas shopping last Saturday. I visited the second mall my city has to offer because I needed to visit a certain shop that is only at that mall.
Before shopping, I decided to have a large cup of café latte. About 20 minutes later, when I was in the midst of shopping, nature called and I had to find the ladies' room. It was quite a challenge to find one. Unlike the layout of my usual mall, the washrooms were hidden. The biggest shock was that the restrooms had no doors. The entrance was open, and you could see the stalls from outside.
I was unsure about what to think regarding the possibility of sound leaking outside, but I had no choice. I had to go pretty urgently by now. So I decided to take the stall on the other side of the restroom. I locked the door, pulled down my slacks and my white panties, and sat down. Then I did prrrf type fart and one large log landed in the toilet. After that, I had to pee, and after peeing, I passed another, smaller log.
In the meantime, while I was using the toilet, I could hear many other ladies peeing. The walls between the toilets seemed to be rather thin, so I cannot rule out the chance that my bathroom noises were audible outside the ladies' room.
Greetings from Austria,
Anna
Marina
Christmas Dumps
How are you all doing? I hope you're having some good bowel movements. Yesterday didn't go according to my plan, but it was perfect at the end. In the evening, from 6 pm onwards, people started arriving at my house: my grandparents, auntie and uncle with cousins Elsa and Laia, and gradually everyone else (those detailed in my previous post). But the surprise came around 7:20 pm; Gabriel, Juan's brother, didn't just come with his mother and his 2 little girls, but also, without telling my mother, with his new partner (he is divorced, like his brother); in another car, a woman his age with her 16-yo daughter. NO, NO, NO, goodbye to my plan (my "poop thing", and unfortunately this girl was no exception). Luckily, my mother always makes extra food. Dinner was very good, delicious and we ate everything, although to avoid upsetting my bowels, I didn't drink too much fizz. At 10 pm the children; with the joy and excitement of the presents, it was lovely and it all worked out well. Fortunately, my poop urge was weaker than the day before, but instead I felt a rather uncomfortable sensation: my entire intestine was full of hard poop.
After the presents, around 10:15 pm, people started leaving: the Aunties (they left in my grandparent's car; they wanted peace and quiet and aren't very fond of young children) and my grandparents, Toni and Carmina. Uncle Toni and cousin Toni stayed longer. Finally, that woman and her 16-yo daughter left because the girl had plans with her friends. She told Gabriel she would meet him later in the small city. At 10:26 pm, their car drove out the outer gate of our property and I was extremely happy; I could finally do my poop. I started drinking fizz because I really wanted (I didn't care anymore) and waited 20 minutes in case they came back for some reason. I went to the 2nd bathroom to empty my bowels. There were 23 in my house: Antonia (92), Dolores (74), Lara (44), Juan (42), Gabriel (39), Isa (39), Jose (41), Toni (36), Amparo (38), Carlos (40), Mom (40), Tina (20), Mario (17), Javi (8), Andrea (7), Toni (7), Africa (5), Maria (4), Naiara (3), Elsa (3), Pablo (19-mo), Laia (2-mo) and me (17).
The urge wasn't strong, neither to pee (I'd already peed) nor to poop. I sat down, relaxed my sphincters and the urge to poop increased significantly; I felt the thick turd wanting to come out of my anus. I pushed and very slowly released thick and short pieces, like rocks/potatoes, a mix of Bristol type 1 and 2, light milk-chocolate brown in color, composed of pebbles fused together with a little mucus in between. One of them was very thick and had a nasty appearance; a big, heterogeneous, protruding pebble separated by a large crack from the main piece. All this was accompanied by plops, thuds, splashes, sliding and anal dilation noises, sighs of relief and squeaky farts, while the surrounding air was getting bad and putrid. In total, there were 7 pieces with small loose pebbles. After this I evacuated, slowly and with about 5 pushes, a turd of a more golden color (light mustard brown), 5 cm wide, 25 cm long, dry, hard, lumpy and cracked, perfect Bristol type 2. I didn't let anything else out. It took me 3 minutes to release all this knobby poop but it was extremely pleasurable. The bathroom stank of shit, not eggy, putrid and rancid, like old manure. I went through my usual cleaning and deodorant process and left the bathroom incredibly happy.
At 11 pm and few minutes I put our little angel Pablo to bed and at midnight, we made the Christmas toast and I toasted with cider. I could feel all the gas I'd drunk starting to move my bowels again. Minutes later more people left: uncle Toni and cousin Toni, Aunt Amparo and Uncle Carlos with Laia, Isa and Jose with Andrea and Antonia, Gabriel with his mother Dolores and Mario (he had plans with friends in the small city and stayed at his father's house because he celebrated Christmas Day with him). Elsa wanted to stay with me and Gabriel's daughters wanted to stay with us. We were just the 11 who spent the night at my house and I didn't feel like going out with my friends (I was expecting another bowel movement): Lara (44), Juan (42), Mom (40), Tina (20), Javi (8), Africa (5), Maria (4), Naiara (3), Elsa (3), Pablo (19-mo) and me (17). We waited 20 minutes in case anyone came back, and since nobody had to go in or out anymore I went to lock the external gate of our property. When I returned to my house the urge was very big; I really had to poop. The gas was pushing a huge and thick turd stuck against my anus. Both bathrooms were occupied; Javi had just gone into the 2nd one to poop and Tina was in the main one. A few minutes later, Tina came out and I immediately went into the main bathroom. There was a small, dark brown smear submerged in the water, but the smell was very faint.
As soon as I sat down, I relaxed my sphincters and felt the enormous turd wanting to come out, but it was too thick to come out on its own. I pushed and my anus began to dilate, accompanied by "pwaawaaff, pwa, pwa, pwooff" farts that completely stank the surrounding air, worse than the previous poop, not eggy and rancid, like a refrigerator with expired contents. I kept pushing hard and my anus continued to dilate, more and more, accompanied by squeaking farts. Finally, the huge turd shot out "FRAAACCC". A 30 cm long and very thick (6 cm head) curved chilli without footstalk (rounded head and gradually thinner to a pointed end) causing a faint but wide yellowish smear in the rear wall and with a homogeneous light mustard brown color. The head was made up of pebbles fused together, some of them large and with deep cracks. All the rest was like cracked tree bark, a smooth and slightly slimy surface Bristol type 3. The bathroom strongly stank of shit, worse than before, not eggy, putrid and especially rancid, like expired food. Then I let out a good pee and a few long brrrrt-type farts; I didn't release anything else. OMG, what a pleasure and what a relief. I went through my usual cleaning and deodorizing process and left the bathroom incredibly happy.
About 40 minutes later I was already sleepy (like everyone) but I got a really bad stomach ache and this time I knew the poop was really soft. Elsa didn't want to lie down, but she was making sleepy faces so I told her we'd go to bed when I got out of the bathroom. I went to the 2nd bathroom and as soon as I sat down, I pushed and effortlessly released thin ropes of very soft mushy poop, accompanied by a crackling sound and that stuck like porridge to the back wall of the toilet. I spent 10 minutes pooping until I was completely empty. It was light milk-chocolate brown with small pieces of undigested food and a horrible stench that stank the whole bathroom, not eggy and above all rancid, like rotten vomit. Once again, I went through my usual cleaning and deodorizing process and left the bathroom feeling very relieved and very empty.
When I came out of the bathroom it was 1:47 am; Elsa had fallen asleep on the sofa (she looked like a little angel, so beautiful I melted) and Tina also wanted to go to bed because she was sleepy; her eye was still reddish from the surgery and Lara put some drops in it while saying "My sweet girl, your vision is fixed now, let's see how we're going to handle the extra weight". Tina has always had a little of extra weight, but this time it's starting to be more noticeable. She's improved a lot in terms of independence; although, as you know, she has Down syndrome with very, very modest cognitive abilities even for her level, the adult workshops are working very well for her. We all went to bed and Elsa, Tina and I slept together. Today, Christmas Day, we have gone to church and had lunch with a lot of delicious food at my grandparent's house: Aunt Amparo, Uncle Carlos, Elsa and Laia, Grandfa, Grandma, Pablo, Mom and me. I hope yours was also very special. I wish you all the best, bye and happy pooping!
Tuesday, December 23, 2025
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN THE CAMPERVAN
Saturday spent all day wrapping christmas presents then had yo deliver to family two destinations .Seventy Miles .I left house after tea drove Thirty Miles to first drop stopped for a wee twice then carried on to the next drop had a wee on the way I returned home at eleven o clock ,pulled into drive had a wee in the ADVENTURIDGE POTTIE then made some tea undressed ready for bed ,made a second mug of tea and sat on edge of bed
Suddenly had an urge for a BM so I sat on the ADVENTURIDGE POTTIE a short wee then started pooping,as I had not pooped since Friday morning this was a welcome relief . I wiped then got into bed ,at three am I woke and had a wee then again at five am .The alarm woke me at at six thirty so I lit the gas again for a mug of tea.I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the kettle then turned it off as I had to get on the pottie immediately I pooped and peed at same time after ten minutes I was done so put on the kettle and had some tea .
Last night I spent in the camper again .this morning I sat on the pottie and had a regular NUMBER TOOTricky
Familiarity breeds awkwardness
It was 2007. This event occurred while I was on the job with 2 coworkers driving to an office 300 miles away from the office where we regularly worked. We had a meeting at 1PM. I was tasked with driving the truck. The first coworker who sat in the passenger seat was a strawberry blonde female of roughly my age. She was petite and very pretty. The second who sat behind me was an older man in his 50s, tall and fat, with a long grey beard and long white hair.
I didn't poop at the office that morning before we left. I had to delay my normal visit due to my workload. We were also in a hurry, and when I finally had my chance to use the Mens' room, the cleaning lady had it closed and was mopping the floor. I asked her how long she would be. She said it would take about 10 minutes. It was the only restroom in this building, and I didn't want to wait around the 10 minutes she'd be cleaning, and then take another 5-10 minutes to shit. My coworkers were already at the truck waiting on me, so I held it.
My urge quickly diminished and didn't return for hours. I felt slightly bloated but otherwise fine that morning as I drove. About 4 hours later, we grabbed takeout from a local Mexican restaurant for lunch and continued driving, eating in the car. I used the restroom there while I had the chance, but only needed to pee. We were in a hurry still, so I didn't spend 10+ minutes sitting on the toilet in hopes that I'd poop. Plus there was no stall around the toilet adjacent to 2 urinals, no lock on the door, and I didn't want anyone to walk in and see me on the crapper.
It was now after lunch time and we were still 50+ miles from the office when the urge returned. I had to go really bad. My stomach was loudly gurgling and I knew my coworkers could hear it.
*RORT-lup-preeeer-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
From the back seat, the old man heard it and asked me, "Did you just fart?"
I answered, slightly embarrassed, "No."
He pressed further, "I heard you fart!"
I answered, "That was my stomach." I was a bit embarrassed as this cute girl sat next to me, hearing the exchange, awkwardly smiling.
He then asked, "Yeesh. That Mexican food must be doin' a number on ya'."
I could feel the turtle's head poking as I continued driving. I wanted to fart to relieve the pressure and felt an intense need to pass gas, but I resolved not to stink the inside of the truck up. There was plenty of poop poking at its exit to add stink to the gas, and I was getting embarrassed. We passed a sign, indicating "Rest Area 1 Mile".
I then revealed my problem, "I need to pull into the rest stop."
The female passenger said next to me, "Do we have time? We're not far from the office."
I then awkwardly admitted, "It's a bit of an emergency."
The old man gave me a knowing glance and smile. The noises my insides generated gave away what I needed to do. The amount of time I was going to be gone was going to confirm it, but I had no choice.
Alone, I exited the truck and rushed to the Mens' room. There were two partitioned urinals and two stalls. The stalls had normal cubicles and doors, walls about 1.5 feet off the ground, and half-inch gaps between the stall walls and stall door, placed directly opposite to the sinks and mirrors.
I initially had the room to myself as I sat on the first toilet, pants all the way down. The stall walls started maybe 2 inches below my butt as I sat, revealing a generous portion of my lower legs to anyone who came in. It was here that I realized, as a thick, ropy log was smearing its way out of my posterior, that the gap was directly in my line of sight and I could see a thin sliver of myself in the mirror in front of me as I sat on the toilet. I could see into my own eye and a generous portion of my face in the mirror through this gap looking straight ahead. I regretted my decision not to choose the handicapped stall next to me, but it was too late as the poop was already coming out.
From not pooping that morning at the office and choosing to hold it, it was hard, thick, impacted, and was much larger than my usual productions.
I sat there content as it was loudly, slowly, slightly painfully, and effortlessly crackling out. It felt good, in spite of the pain.
*T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-pop-ft-z-t-z-t-z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-pop-t-z-t-z-t-z-T-Z*
I heard footsteps. I could see my male coworker using the urinal via the mirror in front of my stall. He finished.
He washed his hands at the sink right in front of me, and we briefly made awkward eye contact through the mirror, only for him to quickly look down and away once he realized that he was seeing me on the can mid-poop.
There was awkward silence as my bodily noises dominated the sound in the room.
*t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-T-Z-T-Z*
To break the awkward tension, or perhaps add to it, I'm not sure his motivation, he started conversation, "Damn <my name omitted>. You must've been holdin' it in all morning!"
It was still sliding out as one, long, continuous rope of poop, and the crackling noise echoed about the restroom, amplified by the toilet bowl.
After maybe five awkward seconds of hearing this, he then continued, "Don't be shy. I know those shoes!"
I obliged him. "I didn't go before we left the office."
He often used the adjacent stall next to me at work in the early morning after having his coffee. We never talked to each other, and would awkwardly hear each others' noises and smell each others' smells. This may have been the 20th time he saw my shoes/pants/underwear/legs under a stall and heard me pooping, but it was the first time he said anything to me about it.
He continued, "Like clockwork, you're always there around 8:15. You weren't there today!"
I could feel the load getting lighter and faster and more narrow. All of a sudden,
*BLOOPT*
It dropped in. It was an unmistakable noise and the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
As my coworker was drying his hands with paper towels, two late-teen boys, roughly high school seniors or maybe college freshmen, walked in and took the two urinals. He leisurely threw the paper towels in the trash.
Being unfazed by the fact that he heard a large log of poop sliding out of my ass and then dropping into the toilet below me, my shoes, pants, and ankles plainly visible below the stall and my image on the can reflected through the gap via the mirror, he continued, "And you're always there again after lunch. You shit a lot!"
Awkwardly, I joked, "It's nice to get paid for it."
Laughing, he continued, "Sure is!"
I didn't feel empty and pushed and strained just a little.
*RORR-R-R-R-R-R-t*
I ripped a long, dry, and voluminous fart. My anus rippled with harshness and pain as the sound echoed about the toilet bowl and reverberated about the room.
He continued, "You eat more than me, and I'm overweight! No wonder..."
*schlupft-fwoompt-PLUPT*
A smaller log quickly, effortlessly, and audibly slid out.
He then asked, "You going to be much longer? The meeting's at 1PM."
I answered, "I'm almost done."
As he left, he then yelled at me, "I'll leave you to it then. Don't fall in!"
I wiped up and exited the stall meeting the 2 teen boys at the sink. After seeing me exit the stall, they shifted their gaze away, but it was obvious they were looking at me or my feet through the mirror. I was probably older than them, but looked younger, and we awkwardly avoided eye contact with each other. I was slightly embarrassed.
When I returned to the truck about 7 minutes after exiting the truck, my coworkers were talking. He joked to her, "That boy's like me. He follows the motto of 'My boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that's why I poop on company time!'"
She awkwardly smiled at me, and said, "I used to hate going #2 in public. When I started going at work, it didn't bother me anymore."
I just took a big emergency shit, and they both knew it. The embarrassment quickly faded and we made it to our meeting on time.John H
Happy Christmas and a comment for Marina
Hey all.
I am enjoying all the recent posts and want to wish all here a happy Christmas. I hope everyone eats and drinks lots and I look forward to reading about post Christmas dumps.
Thanks to all who posted during 2025. I am sure 2026 will be another great year for toilet experiences. I also hope that those no longer posting, such as Catherine are doing well.
@Marina. Thanks for sharing your latest poop in your uncles new house. I like how you held on to have a big poop to release. It's cool you used the outside toilet which sounded very nice from your description.
it sounds like a massive load you pushed out. It must have felt so good to push those long thick logs out. It was cool you could also look between your legs to see the poop coming out. Sounds like a much needed pee too.
I can imagine the smell was so strong in such a small space. I like how you took time to admire what you had pushed out and that you got right down near the toilet to smell it before flushing. Interesting that you were able to grab one of the logs to help flushing. The older toilets generally have a strong flush.
Thanks for sharing all the details, including the smell after and your family members jokes about your poop. I hope you can enjoy a good poop where you don't have to push to get it out.
Take care all. John H.
Marina
Christmas Eve Dump for Tomorrow
Lovely stories lately.
To Leah: Your poop must have been amazing. I'm so sorry you didn't get to enjoy it as you deserved; because of the party at your house and the problems you're having with such a new loo.
To Gregory: I agree completely; the low-flush definitely contribute a lot. In my opinion, the shape/design of the drain hole also plays a role. As I mentioned in my previous post, the last time I had a bowel movement was at my aunt and uncle's country house. The toilet is small, european-style and from the 70s; it was completely full of my enormous poop. And yet it still managed to handle it all (it took 4 flushes, but it did).
To Bianca: This happens to me too although always, my poop has that rotten vegetable/food smell. In fact, even though I don't poop in them, I've smelled plenty of other people's poop in public restrooms and I can say with certainty that, comparing smells, I'm among that 20% of the population whose poop smells quite bad and strong.
This year we're celebrating Christmas Eve dinner (tomorrow) at my house; the large private fenced property in the countryside, with a centrally located house very far from all the fences that surround our property (the closest straight-line distance between the house's walls and the fences is 104 m) and with no close neighbors. We'll eat early, starting at 8 pm, because we have some very elderly people. Here in Spain, traditionally, the main/big Christmas gifts are always given on the evening/eve before King's Day (Roscon's Night) and/or directly on King's Day morning, since the tradition is to make young children believe that the gifts are brought by the Three Wise Men. But at home, Santa Claus has always brought us something (small gifts) on Christmas Eve. The thing is, since he's so busy in other parts of the world, he'll leave the gifts at the door at 10 pm and leave without being seen. This will be easy: We have 3 doors leading to the outside, so we can leave the gifts at the main door without the children seeing us, ring the doorbell, and go back in through either of the other 2.
If nothing changes, tomorrow we'll be 29 people: Lara (44, my mother's best friend after auntie Amparo), her daughter Tina (20, with Down syndrome and a significant intellectual disability) and her son Mario (17). Lara's sister Isa (39), her husband Jose (41), their daughter Andrea (7) and Antonia (92, Lara and Isa's grandmother, a strong but frail woman; she uses a portable oxygen concentrator device). Lara's partner Juan (42), his son Javi (8) and his daughter Maria (4). His brother Gabriel (his mother told me that he's younger than his brother, I haven't met him yet), his 2 daughters Naiara (3, the little girl from 2 posts back) and Africa (her grandmother told me that she's a bit older than her sister, I haven't met her yet), and their grandmother Dolores (74, the grandmother from 2 posts back). The aunties (93 and 95, 2 unmarried sisters, my grandfather's 2nd aunts). My great aunt Carmina (60, my grandfather's sister) with her husband Toni (61), their son Toni (36, my very handsome uncle) and their grandson Toni (just 7, my precious and only male cousin). Auntie Amparo (38) and uncle Carlos (40) with our lovely cousins Elsa (3) and Laia (2-mo). Grandma (65), Grandfa (68), Mom (40), Pablo (19-mo) and me (17).
Although I enjoy pooping when I'm home alone (which is almost never), I also enjoy doing it on my throne when I have guests. I love releasing massive turds knowing there are lots of people just a few meters away (especially if there are handsome men, as is the case here), but only as long as those people don't prevent me from relaxing my sphincter correctly, my "poop thing". It's been 3 days since my last poop (my previous post), but unlike my previous one (a slight urgency 3-dayer deliberately transformed into a 4-dayer, to poop in my auntie's country house) this time the urgency is greater. If I can hold out until tomorrow, that'll be 2 deliberate 4-dayers in a row… I plan to let it out at 9 pm. Before dessert, while everyone is sitting at the table watching the King of Spain's Christmas Speech on TV (it's always at 9 pm), I'll discreetly go to my 2nd bathroom and pleasantly release all of my, hopefully, huge poop. In the next post I'll tell you how it all went and give you a description. Merry Christmas and happy pooping!Radu
To Oksana
Hi
Some people experience pleasure from pooping a large amount, as evidenced by Marina's recent posts. Some people also experience satisfaction from pooping a large amount. I've also seen descriptions of pooping competitions on this forum. Thanks to this forum, you can not only stop worrying about pooping problems but also turn them into pleasure. You can even reduce the pain of constipation, as you'll also find tips and descriptions for dealing with difficult constipation here. I encourage you to fill out my survey on page 3163