Darlene
Replying to Thunder
While I had never got on an airplane before, I have still dealt with being in such an enclosed space such as a port-a-potty and what I had done was while in mid-squat, I kinda bent forward to make sure I was entirely clean.Pete
St Paddy's Day poop
My bowels have behaved strangely for the last week. During that time I spent at least one hour every day trying to shit. After about three days I took a single laxative pill and after 48 hours without anything happening, this morning the inevitable happened. The moment I got out of bed and went to the bathroom for my morning pee, I got the urge and after much struggling produced a single rather large turd. I had another message a couple of hours later and produced three medium-sized Bristol Scale3 turds which brought much relief. After lunch, I sat for a few minutes, relaxing and finishing off a glass of wine, when I got an unmistakable message that the turds were knocking urgently once again on my back door and from the discomfort it was clear that I dare not risk going up the stairs to the upstairs bathroom because of the possibility of shitting in my pants, so I went to the downstairs toilet and produced a very large quantity of softish turds, not quite liquid but more small pellet-like Bristol scale1 turds. I just hope that the accumulated excrement in my gut has now been finally clearedDarlene
Finally..
This past Saturday night, I was having a hard time reliving myself after getting home from work. I usually have two bowel movements per day. But, for some reason it was like I could do was just pass gas and manage to pass what looked like a small pebble in the toilet. I sighed and eventually wiped then flush, putting down the toilet lid.
I took a shower afterwards, somewhat feeling better. Putting on my cute pajamas set coming out the bathroom shortly after, letting my roommate know about me being slightly constipated despite drinking plenty of water throughout the day. Before I sat down, I fixed a tall glass of water and took two stool softeners before eating my dinner I brought home.
It was one of those sandwiches where it was supposed to be a foot long but, I couldn't finish the entire thing so I threw it away along with the soda and chips I had with it and went to bed. The next day, I woke up I tried to poop again and nothing was happening until 10 minutes later. I could finally poop despite it being loose along with one big solid piece where the end was out of the water part.
I wiped twice and then flushed it, watching it go down. I also had a second wave but it wasn't as much as the first time.
Thunder
Keep your Valves and Bowels in Good Working Order
I note Mina's post about defecating before a recital . I was, and still am
Am a brass musician . We had a bandmaster who said keep your valves and bowels working . He was a rather loud and wild Aussie musician who loved a joke and could turn an ordinary brass band into champions!
As to me I do not think contests , recitals etc affected my bowels , however , we all had the " famous nervous piss " before an important performance . As a side issue Japan has some great brass musicians and brass bands . Thanks for the post , Mina. ThunderLeah
Desperate in a&e
Hey everyone, I'm loving the stories but I've just not had any time to post my own stories. It takes quite a lot of time to type these.
Last Saturday I was involved in an accident which meant I had to be rushed in to the emergency room. I'm stable but far from fine.
I must have been in there for over 12 hours and I was unsteady on my feet so the nurse always had to walk me to the loo
I had to change into a hospital gown and in the morning I was desperate for a poo, so I got the nurse to help walk me to a loo, I pulled my gown up and sat down on the seat. My stomach was really hurting and I had a good wee.
But the nurse kept knocking on the door "leah are you OK in there" and I would be like "yes thankyou" whilst pushing out this huge poo.
I didn't have anything for me to tell the time, but I laid a huge poo which clogged the loo. I was so embarrassed and when I was finished I flushed twice and it still wouldn't go down. I had a real guilty look on my face when I came out. But at least I felt so much better.
I'm at home now recovering.
Love from leahAnna from Austria
Reply to Amy
Poop Shyness should be quite hard to overcome. I do not know how to do it. I never head the luxury to develop it.
Since I was a little girl I have always been a morning pooper. And in the morning I am always out, first school, university and now work. So I am ok with the fact that I have to go in public but I do not enjoy it.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Marita
To Amy, Taylor and Marina! I loved to read your outdoor stories! I am an avid hiker myslef. Often I have to poop in the bushes. It is ok when first getting used to it.Carol
A warning
Occasionally when out walking in the countryside, I have had a poo when desperate. More often though, it's just a wee.
There was an article in our local newspaper reminding people, if you do have to poo in the countryside, please cover it up, with either soil or leaves. Apparently human poo is very attractive to dogs, and there have been cases of dogs getting ill after eating human poo. This is because remnants of medicine or drugs come out in our poo.Mina
P.S. Two more points
axoGirl! We are four 35 years old women, and we all four of us poo MUCH MORE than you!! So please don't feel embarrass!
And Katherine: Mina read and translated your post again. We think, even you are dry for few days, you had better to continue to wear pull-up for some time more. Then you won't have bad experience which bring back bad memories. We wish you a good luck.
Love from Chakamami familyAmy
I wanted to thank everyone for the advice I'll be taking all the advice into account next time I use the bathroom and the reason for my bathroom poo shyness is when I go to the bathroom to poop I am really gassy when I poop and I have large bowel movements that stinkMarina
Things regarding my posts about poops of my life
To Leah: Hi. I'm sorry to hear about your hospital stay, but I'm glad you're recovering. I liked the poop at your parents' house; it must be one of those that leaves you feeling empty and is very pleasant.
To Katherine: Hi, I hope you gradually recover and forget all that abuse. I didn't know it was also sexual. It's too horrible and monstrous to even exist. My God, how awful...
To axoGirl: Hi and welcome to the forum. I liked your massive dump at work and don't be embarrassed, maybe my poops are bigger. But from what I've read here, I know there are women around here who produce bigger poops than mine.
To BogBuster: Hi and, as always, what a good poop, I enjoyed it.
To Veronika: Hi, I'm glad you like my stories. By the way, my answers for your smear survey are on page 3173. And yes, I have an excellent memory, just like my mother. Although she always tells me mine is better (even though she doesn't work as a teacher, she's a teacher and studied psychology). Not just in terms of poop, but in everything. For example: "Honey, before I search the pictures, what year was that trip to...? - Well, I remember that trip to...and I really liked the… - It's true" she hugs me very tightly, kisses me and says to me "My daughter, how could I have made you so well-made…".
I've always been a very curious person, easily impressed by simple stimuli. So, in my mind, there are very clear and vivid sequences/moments/lived events that I know exactly when they happened, others that are also very clear and vivid but whose precise moment I can't recall, and still others that I know for sure I've experienced but are hazy. With all of this and with everything my mother offer, her excellent memory, photos, diary, people's birthdays dates (written), celebrations and so on, I can describe my lived experiences with accuracy.
As you know, I've always been fascinated by defecation and poop. My memories from when I was under nine are few because only the most intense experiences, those that impressed me most strongly, positively or negatively, are perfectly etched in my mind. Obviously, when I describe exact phrases/conversations in the posts, what's accurate is the general idea, not the exact order or words. I might be wrong about the specific time of the month or the exact day, or even shift them a week earlier or later, although that would be unusual. My mother has taken photos of almost every weekend and event we've experienced and these photos include the date and time, which is a not difficut way to ensure the chronology accuracy of the situations. Mom also has a diary with written birthday dates of all family, friends and acquaintances, which is also an easy way to know their ages in case memory fails, but in the case of girls/little girls, even if we hadn't had this diary, this would be extremely unlikely since due to "my poop thing" I had to know the ages of all the girls who have been on our property and they are also well recorded in my mind because of this.
The exact details of the situation, location, people present, and type of poop are absolutely accurate (also aside having the photos of the situations). From a very young age "my poop thing" forced me to pay attention to adult conversations and know when to say yes or not, when to go to friends' houses or not, when/where to stay or not, or who was coming or not to the property that day, which people were there and which weren't, all simply to satisfy my bowel momvements in the most pleasant and comfortable way possible (this is sad, but totally true; also, thanks to this, those situations were extremely enjoyable or extremely unpleasant, helping to burn them into my memory). This also explains why the situations almost always coincided with weekends, when gatherings and celebrations took place at our country property, or when my mother and I simply went down to enjoy these weekends with guests and/or some infant to babysit and, in many more few occasions, Mom and me alone.
When I can't remember exactly how many days old my poop was, I write "few-dayer". Obviously, when I write "3-dayer" I might have been wrong in some specific cases and it could have been a 2 or 4-dayer, but not a 1 or 5-dayer, since I've never gone to the bathroom every day in all my life and my average since I was little has been a 3-dayer. Besides, my mother always reminded me "It's been 3 (or 4) days since you've been to the bathroom, so sit down as soon as we arrive and try to poop". When this happened and the poop was very pleasant for me, the type of "dayer" was happily etched in my memory. Not always for positive reasons, though; for example, sometimes on a Wednesday, a friend my age would be at my small city home, I really needed to poop and had to hold it in. When she left, I'd look out the window to watch her go and when she was a safe distance away, I'd go and let out my urgent poop. The next poop was on Saturday, right after arriving at the property, and it was extremely pleasant, so everything was etched in my memory; a very pleasant poop coming after a last poop I'd had to endure unpleasantly 3 days earlier. So my brain recorded both, the very good, but also the very bad.
Regarding the finer details of the defecation itself: the way the poop is expelled, broken up, and/or falls, its color, texture, smell and farts/sounds, loose pebbles flung to the sides, turds/pieces swirling, submerging, floating in the water etc. all are perfectly accurate, clear and vivid in my mind due to the immense enjoyment these bowel movements produced in me, just like the meals associated with some of them. For good: this delicious meal (which impressed me and is etched in my memory) also resulted in an extremely pleasurable poop (which impressed me and is also etched in my memory). For bad/good: this binge of dairy/popcorn made me feel very unwell ("same"), but it also resulted in an extremely pleasurable poop ("same").
So all of this is due to graphic material from my mother, that both of us have excellent memories, my fascination/pleasure with defecation and my selectivity in it (my poop thing, that marked my entire life). Thus, what seems like an incredible or prodigious memory, well, I think that in reality it isn't so much; I'm simply someone who, since childhood, has experienced bowel movements very intensely, both the good and the bad. Having said all that, whenever I ask my mother, it's just as a info of the situation not the defecations; she knows nothing about the poops I post here or "my poop thing".
One thing I find curious, but also frustrating, is why I remember so clear some experiences and not others equivalent to those. Let me explain: I know it's normal that from around age nine onwards, the pleasant memories are very easily well imprinted, which is why I remember so vividly, and also so many more than when I was younger. But from before that, of the memories I do have, I know there are some that were just as good or maybe even better than the ones I remember. A very typical example of past average experience: My mother, with a baby in her care and me alone on the property, pooping pleasantly my average poop then and in a such safe situation (I remember it very vividly and clearly). The following weekend, the situation was identical in every way, but my memory is vague. Obviously I Know it was real and I've experienced it (not a dream), but in one instance I can close my eyes and relive it, and in the other it's a vague memory or not so clearly. Why, if they're the same only change the day ocurred and that day all was pretty the same?… Bye and happy pooping
Jacqui
Hi all! It's been a while, so I'll just get straight into it.
Friendly responder's questions
1. What is or are your sport or sports of choice?
2. Before an event, do you have a certain schedule so that you are comfortable before the event?
3. Have you ever needed to "go" really badly but just slowed down training rather than stopping?
4. Do you ever not eat enough because you don't want to have to "go" during the event?
5. Have you ever had to go badly enough where the last steps or drive home are almost unbearable after training?
My answers.
1. Cycling is my sport of choice at the moment. Although, I don't do it competitively.
2. If I'm going on a long ride I usually try to poop before I put on my gear. My ideal schedule is toilet, chaffing powder, lycra.
3. Yes. The worst experience I had was when I first started. I must have eaten something bad, because 2 hours in I started having diarrhea and stomach pains.
4. No, I like food too much.
5. Yes, see answer 3.
Unfortunately, I don't have time to write about some of my recent experiences, but I'll try to post more in future.
Mina
a few thoughts...
First of all, Mina started write this ten minutes ago. But before started, Mina read the latest posts, and burst into the tears again. Because of Katherine, and father's belt. So cruel. Maho said, if she is there, she snatch belt from father. Maybe hit him with it. This is remind Mina: What is the mean of "LIT INTO him"? Is it mean "attack"? We are writing about your kind Jennifer, Katherine.
Leah, we were shocked very much to read about your accident. And you have many problem with defecate now. We hope you be back to normal soon! We hope you can relax a bit while you defecating, it will help you to not panic.
Marina, your posts very interesting. very long, so Mina can't translate all at once. She translate little by little. It is interesting that you were able to do your motion because boy David was crying after spank. Mina thinks, if someone she know spank like that, she (Mina) need to do a huge diarrhoea at once. Actually she has this experience. Once (she wrote this site), she woke up in the midnight with remembering that her friend Victoria (member of this site) was spanked 20 times by mother. Mina got out of bed with loud crying and ran to loo and sh**ted like there was no tomorrow...
Hisae decided she don't work in nursery, because...it closed. Owner was arrest by a police. We don't give detail, not this site material. And her old boss said her, Hisae please come back, so she decided go back!!
Anna, yes very funny story. If hairdresser wash hands well after huge defecate, no problem of a hygiene we think! Like you, we don't worry. We look back to Kazuko story Mina wrote. Audience look at all those pretty girls (and a few boys) play their instrument, they don't know that all those girls defecating like crazy just short time before performance! But if they know, they don't mind, perhaps. All girls and boys wash hands well. Flute and clarinet and harp smell of soap.
Now our news. We, all four, at home because COVID. Very painful all of us. Leah, you are right, when we not active, we become constipate. But for some days we did not work because fever, so we had a lots of time to sit on loo and try to defecate. And finally we success all of us, even Maho who has trouble to produce brown banana even when she is not COVID. Because of fever, we don't push our bottom. We just relax. And after lots relax, brown banana come out with not so much effort.
From beginning of this year Mina sometimes reading very early post of this site. And when she found very interesting post, she translated for crushes. Recently she found one post, writer said, "I surprise people make so much grunt noise when they push out their defecate. Because I never make noise." But we too, we are very quiet. Grunt noise is almost never. Today Maho sat on loo for half an hour because she didn't do defecate for many days. She almost never move. Of course her bottom moves, because if it doesn't, her big brown salami never drop into loo. But rest of her beautiful body don't move. She sit there like statue. Her eyes move little bit, because she send flame of love from eyes to three crushes. And her mouth move a little, because she give little smile, and sometimes blow kiss to crushes. And when she stand after about five turds, for courtesy flush, she moves her whole body. Today her first three salamis took fifteen minutes to drop into loo. She was like statue all that time. After that her salamis came out more quickly, they were seven more, plus little pieces, but still she is statue. And no noise. She is quiet perfectly. Very very quiet beauty queen statue with ten huge salamis under her!! No, not ten because of courtesy flush...
Mina found another post where writer say, she hear that Japanese woman not shy at all about toilet, even she defecating very lots. We think that is true. We are not shy at all and we know many women here who are not shy. Usually they don't talk about defecate with man except he is their family like husband, but most women even when they are with friends, women friends, when they want to defecate they defecate, and they don't try to hide it.
Mina conclude with lovely Katherine, like she started this post with lovely Katherine. When she read old post, she don't translate post about angry spank from parents to children who have accident. But that is past. And we hope Katherine, all your spank and beating is also past, and we hope your future full of love, so you have accidents less and less. We have lots hope in your church, we hope you find kindness there. It's OK tell us your unhappy past, because we love you, but we hope to read about your happy future! Maybe not happy immediately, but happy eventually, we hope... and hope and hope and hope hope hope...
Love to everyone.
Chakamami Family
P.S. We have story about Maho's friend Shinri, but this post too long, so next time.
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
STEPHEN.P
The phone alarm woke me at 06: 30 this morning had a long wee in the Thetford Elegance bedroom pottie.laid on the bed and stretched ,suddenly
had to poop so sat on Jones Relax bed pan .Had a wee then started to push
My bowels opened .had a very enjoyable NUMBER TOO.Wiped with five sheets of kitchen towel.
I slid off the bed put on a dressing gown then carried the bedpan downstairs and left outside garage door.I went into the kitchen washed my hands and made some tea,took it to lounge and drank .I dressed and prepared dinner as Margaret would be picking me up at one o clock .
The bedpan I took to the bonfire the vegetable peelings to to the compost heap ,dinner had at 12 pm then took my tools and THETFORD 245
POTTIE from the garage, ???? arrive loaded car and drove the the house at ????as soon as we arrived I went to the downstairs cloakroom and sat on the toilet ,had a wee then tried to poop without success.
I brought in the tools and the pottie and carried it all to the spare bedroom .I selected the tools went to the bathroom and removed the cistern and brackets downpipe and brackets toilet seat removed the pull chain and put all into car.the cistern I put onto wooden blocks in the bath filled with water added some bleach.
???? appeared and asked if she could use the pottie ,help yourself I replied I removed the mirror and cabinet Margaret appeared said I have had an accident with the pottie then said sat down for a wee then farted and had a follow through.
the mirror and cabinet I put into spare bedroom then removed the toilet seat and put in car.???? phoned told me to remove the toilet seat downstairs cloakroom as the decoraters will do both jobs two weeks time .I had a wee in the toilet then removed the seat and took to car.
???? made some tea as I drank it she said I will spend a penny then we can get going.I finished the tea then wet to the spare bedroom the door shut I knocked ???? called out I am having a NUMBER TOO make some tea,???? appeared as I was drinking the tea and said could we leave the pottie here .
,she said I want to sit and poop when the decorators are here it is more satisfying than the toilet.I agreed to her request and also left the tools we left the house half hour later ,I have just arrived home.
The metal pipes and fittings will be replated the toilet seats stripped and relacqure,d I anticipate I will refit the items in a few weeks.
1st Grade Memory
I remember my friend Ethan pooping his pants in 1st grade. We were outside at recess one day after lunch and running around and then he suddenly froze where he was and made a face. I asked him what was wrong, then he grabbed his behind and winced as a very loud, wet fart came out of him. He looked at me and said "I pooped my pants" and looked like he was about to cry. I told him it was ok and we could just go to the bathroom and that I would help him.
We started back to the school building and told the teacher we were going to the bathroom (but not that Ethan had already gone in his pants because we didn't want to get into trouble). When we finally got into the bathroom, Ethan took his pants down at the first stall (they were just dividers), and there was a big glob of thick but mushy light brown pooh stuck between his cheeks, like plastering them together almost. I went and got him some wet paper towels, and the first one he used, he had to literally scoop the pooh out from between his bum with it, then he threw it in the toilet. It was a lot of poo and very soft, and he ended up smearing a lot of it on his bum by mistake.
By the time he'd removed most of the pooh from his butt, the toilet was full of the dirty wet paper towels. Then he suddenly grabbed his stomach and said he had to go again. I told him the toilet looked too full to flush already, so he quickly shuffled to the next stall with his pants and dirty underwear still around his ankles. He almost made it, but he let out a fart right before he sat down and a stream of very soft pooh came out and splattered onto the floor and part of the toilet before he sat down, then groaned as sludgy pooh slopped out of him into the toilet bowl. I could tell he was embarrassed but I told him it was ok and that it happens sometimes. He got some toilet paper and wiped a few times, but was forced to stop when yet another blast of pooh came out.
I went to get him more paper towels and that's when I saw he'd made a trail of light brown pooh between the toilet stalls when he'd switched.it must have fallen from his underwear or bum or both, but it was a real mess . At that point I knew I had to get a teacher, so I gave him the paper towels and then went to get her.
Darlene
Huge Dump
I undid my belt along with unbuttoning my pants and slid my panties down that had a few skidmarks from not wiping properly from when I went earlier. I sat on the toilet seat and began to pee, a slow steady stream that continued on for at least almost a minute, I was really shocked at the amount as I wasn't even full yet. But, I have always had a huge bladder.
I blame all the water and lemonade, I've been drinking as of lately because of the hot weather where I live. I don't like to be dehydrated at all but in exchange I definitely been peeing more often. I pressed down upon my bladder to make sure every drop was out and felt relieved but not quite, I farted very loudly along with messing up the inside of the toilet that I cleaned earlier with diarrhea.
I sighed very loudly while holding my stomach still bent over. My stomach was definitely messed up from taking that stool softener earlier. But, I needed to seriously take my second poop of the day to still be regular. I've farted once more before letting out this long log that eased out with no issues but then ended up pushing out another one that felt like it wrapped around itself.
I was finally done and wiped front to back then dropped the toilet paper in the toilet, pulling back up my panties and pulling back up my pants, fixing them the way I had them until I heard the door open. It was my roommate coming in looking for something, I wasn't embarrassed at the time but she did tell me that it did stink in the bathroom and she started to spray.
I apologized for making a mess and promised to clean up afterwards, then attempted to flush until I realized it wasn't going anywhere. My friend glanced inside the bowl and said that it was one of the biggest dumps she had ever seen and I replied to her that it was from all the protein I've been intaking on top of taking a stool softener.
My friend ended up telling me that I could probably out pee and poop anyone she knew then walked out, I agreed with her. I then grabbed the toilet plunger and unstopped the toilet then flush for the final time, leaving nothing behind except a bunch of streaks. I cleaned the toilet bowl up before washing my hands/drying them then closing the door but not before passing gas and doing a burp at the same time.
It was definitely the protein..Tricky
The Library Removed the Stall Door
Some years ago, there was a library I would occasionally go to for research. It's not the same library as the one in the story "The Stalls Have Eyes" as that was located in a different city from the one I had moved to.
I was in the middle of reading a book when the familiar urge to drop some fertilizer out of my butt made itself known. No big deal, and as I always did when this happened, I closed the book, rested it on the table I was seated at, and headed to the Mens' room. I'd probably pooped in there twenty times by now, mostly concealed behind the relative privacy of a stall door
I walked into the Mens' room. It was a two-urinal, one-handicapped-stall arrangement. Except, this time, the stall was missing the door it used to have. Seated on the toilet was a middle aged obese man with curly brown hair sitting with his pants all the way down, hairy butt exposed. Nothing was blocked from view. I'd seen him at this library many times before, often present in the restroom while I was either washing my hands or using the stall or urinal.
While this was the only Mens' room available, there was an all-gender single-user restroom on the second floor. So I left and went there. But the gender-neutral one was currently closed for repairs due to vandalism, indicated by a sign taped on the door, telling patrons to use the bathrooms on the first floor. The door was locked, so I headed back down stairs.
I waited a few minutes outside for a flush before I headed back into the Mens' room, wanting to give the toilet user their privacy. The man who was earlier on the toilet was now standing at the sink, washing his hands. He looked homeless and stunk like body odor.
I walked over to the toilet and stood in front of it considering that I was about to take a very public and awkward shit. I wasn't uncomfortable with the idea, but hesitated a bit given the awkwardness of the situation, hoping the guy would leave. Instead, he shaving off his face with a razor.
He addressed me and said, "If you gotta' poop, go on ahead kid. I don't mind."
While it wasn't an emergency and I could have held it, at this point in my life, doorless stalls and open toilets no longer dissuaded me from doing what I needed to do, even if someone else was in the room already. I'd already been through 20+ instances in my life where other people saw me sitting on the toilet in a public restroom, this wouldn't have been an unfamiliar experience for me, and I could feel the turtle's head poking as I stood near the crapper. I'd have preferred that someone wasn't in there with me(or at least have the stall door present if I didn't have the room to myself), but I wasn't going to hold in my poop or leave the library, when I'd planned to stay there another two hours. The urge to poop wasn't going away, and I knew my body well enough that if I held it, it could become an uncomfortable emergency later in the day. Plus the guy obviously knew I needed to shit, so I wasn't going to shy away from the toilet since he didn't seem to mind what I was about to do, and since I had just seen him doing the exact same thing minutes ago.
I proceeded to sit with my pants lowered to my upper legs, t-shirt covering my private, sides of my hairless butt exposed, and hairless arms positioned over my lap. Without the stall door, the stall wall did nothing to cover me from where the man was standing and I was fully exposed, the man shaving able to see me in side profile view via the mirror as I sat on the toilet. I stared straight ahead at the wall and got down to business.
*fwort* *crackle* *ploop*
A small, hard log quickly slid out and dropped in. I felt a lot more on the way.
Shaving cream on his face, he started conversation. "I see you here a lot."
I responded, "Yeah. I like to read."
*B-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-T*
It was all gas, the noise reverberating about the room with a crackling echo. I could feel more solids on the way.
He then asked, "Is that so? Next time you're in here to drop a turd, you should bring a book in with you."
Trying to make the session quick given the awkward circumstances of it, that being the uninvited conversation and the fact that someone else could walk in on me at any time, I pushed and strained a bit, and could see out of my peripheral vision the man shaving was starting to watch me on the toilet, my noises making it obvious that poop and gas was leaving my body. I wasn't in the least bit embarrassed. What I was doing felt totally natural at this point, because it was, unwanted audience awkwardly watching me not withstanding.
*ploop* *ploop* *bloonk-tlupt*
Small nuggets kept firing out, one at a time. There were many, and the noise they made was loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. The water below splashed my butt.
I responded, "I don't like spreading germs onto books other people will touch."
*FWER-R-R-r-r-r-r-r-r-t* *plop* *plop* *rorrrrrr-t-t* *womp*
I was very gassy.
He continued, "Well that's considerate of you."
*WOMP-T-T-T-T-T-T* *bloosh*
After lots of small nuggets and a lot of audible flatulence, I felt empty and it was time to wipe. I was seated maybe 2 minutes total.
I rolled the toilet paper, wiped once, checked the paper, and it came back perfectly clean. This was a rarity for me, as my bowel movements tend to be messy. And it made things a lot less awkward that my unwanted observer at least wasn't going to watch me wipe poop off of my ass over and over again. I pulled my pants up, flushed the toilet, and joined the man at the adjacent sink to wash my hands.
As I was washing up, he smiled again, turning to face me, and asked,
"Say young man, how old are you?"
I told him my age. He was surprised, responding, "You're middle-aged!? I thought you were a teenager!"
I said nothing to him as I was drying my hands.
He continued, "Well you're a good lookin' man!"
While I wasn't in the least bit embarrassed, it was still an awkward situation given how excited the man seemed to be. The man started this conversation while watching me shit, after all. It was obvious the guy liked what he saw and heard when I'd have preferred to have been left alone.
As I walked out, he continued, "I bet you feel good after all that!"
My younger self would have been mortified, given that there was zero mystery as to what I just did in there in front of an interested observer, but this instance didn't bother me much. I performed a normal bodily function in the only place within the building available for me to do so, and it wasn't up to me whether or not an unwanted audience was present or whether the stall had a door on it. I had to poop, the facility was there for that purpose, and that's just what I did. I moved on with my day.
As I was sitting at a table reading a book, the same guy who watched me on the toilet earlier sat at a nearby table, maybe 10 minutes later. It was obvious he recently used the sink to give himself a bath and had changed his clothes. We didn't talk. I really wanted nothing to do with him. He didn't bother me any more as I read, and two hours later I eventually left.
The stall door was never replaced during any of my later visits to that library. I used that same stall again once or twice at a later date, thankfully with the room to myself each time, and I never incorporated that man's suggestion to read a library book on that toilet. I usually do read on the toilet(especially at work), but only books that I personally own.
Mina
Mina decides to be back : Dear Amy, about girls in boys' loo
Hi Everyone, we hope you are very fine.
Mina decided some days before to quit this site, but then she was so sad and cried, so now she is back. Maybe she won't tell any more story, because she always seems that she is breaking rule (she doesn't know which rule), but she write other things which they are not story.
Amy, your story about girls using loo for boys touched chord. We are not sports types, but Kazu had similar experience in her music life when she was schoolgirl. She plays flute. Before recital, she was butterflies in her stomach, so she went to loo. She sat down and soon she farting and plopping. After she sat there about 10 minutes, another girl came in to loo, shouted "Kazu are you there? Teacher wonder why you disappear."
"Yes I'm here but I can't come out now." Buu, buu, plop, plop, bururururururu.
"I tell teacher."
After ten more minutes Kazu came out. "Sorry, teacher. I had bad stomachache. Now OK, I can play flute."
Teacher said, "Kazu-chan, you are very good girl. Very good idea to go to toilet and defecate a lot before performance. Make you feel good and play well. Everyone should do same."
So from next recital, all girls went to loo. (Boys too.) Lucky thing was, concert hall had many toilets for girls, so like you and your friends Amy, all girls went into cubicles and defecated like there is no tomorrow. Most finish in five minutes but Kazu sat for about fifteen, and other girls stand outside her cubicle. "Good luck Kazu-chan. Defecate lots and lots."
Kazu obeyed to that order. Then she went on stage with empty bottom and played flute.
Kazu said, she is so happy to hear Mina's translation of Amy's post.
Katherine, we read your story, so horrible. Maho was so so angry. She wanted to give black eye to girl who hurt you. Actually we all angry, but Maho trembling, and fire fly from her eyes. She shout, "Katherine we love you. If you come our flat and have accident here, we help you with everything, never hurt you, hug and kiss to you instead." And she burst into the tears. We think like her. We love you. We are happy your news about church and pull ups.
Kim! Nobody in this site is weirdo. You are normal!
Love to everyone.
Chakamami Family
Amy
To Taylor
Hey Taylor! Read about your outdoor poop and totally appreciate it! I, as a distance runner, have a great many experiences unashamedly pooping outdoors. It is really freeing and exciting! I'll definitely do some more in depth stories soon when I have the time.Matthew
Theme park accident
Last year me and my best mate went to a theme park in the uk, his parents went with us but we went our own ways once we got to the park. I was having a great time until my stomach started acting weird. Next thing I know I'm on a secret mission to survive the day without anyone noticing I'd actually pooped my pants. The worst part was I already had a pee stain on my shorts that happened when I was trying to control the poop situation, so I was like 'wow… today is really going great.' Somehow I rode rides, walked around all day, went back to my mates for an hour in the car, stayed over and nobody noticed. Honestly I deserve a medal for that." 😭🏅
Katherine
While I spent most of my teens in an awful group home, there was one ray of true sunshine that showed up when I was 14. Her name was Jennifer. The reason she only lasted about a year was because she genuinely cared about us kids, especially those of us who was bullied by other kids and some of the staff and she advocated relentlessly for change and better treatment and conditions for us. I hadn't experienced such kindness and care since my first foster mom, Laura when I was 8. Jennifer was truly an angel and she watched out for me especially. The first time I met her was when I had to go to the office yet again to ask for dry clothes after wetting my pants in class. The staff member (one of the jerks)was mocking me and I started crying and out of the blue, this lady with dark brown hair and angelic dark eyes flew out of the side room and LIT INTO him! I was shocked and amazed! No one ever stood up for me before. Then she got me dry pants and a pack of baby wipes and walked me to the bathroom to get changed "I'll be right outside the door if you need me," she told me which made me feel so safe as I went in to get cleaned up. Jennifer started helping me right away. She would find me every few hours and quietly tell me it was time to go potty. She'd walk to the bathroom with me and stand right outside the door while I used the toilet. I magically started staying dry more because I was safe. Whenever I did wet my pants though, she would stay with me while I cleaned up making sure no one found out and bullied me in the restroom while I got cleaned up. One night she came to my room near the end of her shift and asked if I'd ever worn pull-up disposable underpants. I told her a long time ago (at Laura's). She said she'd managed to get a few packs and was going to talk to the authority people about letting me wear pullups, at least at night. She told me I could come get one from her each evening before she went off shift. During this time I was still waking up soaked every morning but not anymore. The next morning I woke having had the usual nightly accident but my sheets and pajamas were dry. I felt so good. Unfortunately the authority decided I couldn't wear pullups regularly. Apparently they would make me stop using the bathroom. As if. So all too soon it was back to soggy sheets and wet, sticky pajama pants every morning. I remember one time outside at the play area, I suddenly had to go pee. It was URGENT. I barely made it inside before I began to dribble. I always hated feeling helpless like that when the urges were so extreme. As I tried to hurry down the hall, pee was drooling down my inner thighs and my panties were very wet. I got close to the bathroom door and before I could go in I was full on wetting my pants and the floor. When I was done going, I ran to my room and hid which was how I often responded to my accidents because of how cruel certain staff members could be. Jennifer found me there, cowered in the corner, crying. She asked what was wrong and I admitted that I couldn't hold it and had had an accident. She left and quickly came back with clean pants and panties then walked with me to the bathroom to clean up, standing right outside the door as usual. After I was clean and dry again, she said she'd come get me in two hours to go potty. And she did. She was practically the only good thing about that place. After barely a year she was gone. The authority called her "too much" (yes, in front of us kids). But I knew she wasn't. All she had done was treat us like humans not problems. Of course, with no one to help me feel safe and remind me to go and such, I was quickly back to more frequent accidents.
Remi
Hi Sarah,
I'm Remi, a mom of four. My kids are always in the basement playing video games or watching stuff. There's no bathroom down there, and honestly, I didn't want them running up and down the stairs every time they needed to go. So, I told them to just use the utility room instead. It's got a drain thing by the furnace, so it works out okay. They weren't thrilled at first, but now they actually love it!
Plus, during e-learning, it’s been super helpful. They can quickly step away without missing anything. No more interrupting lessons or zoom calls.
Take care, Remi
thunder
Bottom Wiping on Aeroplane
I have just been on a plane trip and had to do a poo.
The toilets are so small I had extreme difficulty wiping my bottom.
Has anybody else had this and any solutions?
Thanks, Thunder
your name Sarah
Just had a really horrible poo and I've still got a bit of ???? ache and nausea but I don't know if that's from a migraine I've suffered with today. I hadn't been to the toilet at all for a while only to pee and my last poo was all in pieces so I've been eating healthier and drinking coffee in the morning; I haven't drank coffee for years but I thought it might help; I think it helped to some extent as I could not stop farting and I've been letting silent but deadlies out for two whole days so I knew something was up there. I kept making time to just sit on the toilet to try and encourage a movement, elevating my feet on a little step stool to help me pass something.
Today Saturday march 14th it finally happened, I had just eaten my breakfast and was changing my dogs water bowl when I let out a terrible fart and I started to get belly ache so I hurried to my upstairs lavatory not even getting chance to close the door; pulled my knickers down and sat on the toilet, I had a pee while quite a loud fart blew out then I just sat there preparing for a number 2. I felt as though I was going to throw up as my stomach turned and I felt my insides expanding, I just stared at the window trying to take my mind off the pain as poo started to slowly glide out, it hurt me so much because I could feel it stretching me both inside and out even though the texture was quite smooth; I could feel a lot of trapped gas in my whole abdomen as I pooped which was making me feel very bloated. The poo sped up which hurt even more and then there was a big deep splash. Even though I wasn't really pushing much at all I felt shaky and exhausted so I just sat a while; I felt like I was going to have diarrhoea but I didn't.
The poo felt like it had come out in one large piece but when I looked there were two long wide poos floating in the water linking together to create a V shape. It had made my bottom very messy and it took some time to wipe. I flushed and it went down then I cleaned the toilet because there were marks; then I flushed again; all clean! I washed my hands and had a warm bath.
Thankyou for reading, I enjoy everyone's stories here and wanted to contribute and say hello.
I hope people have had good toilet experiences today.
Lots of love,Sarah
Sunday, March 15, 2026