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Husband always picks the worst time to be interested in me.
I apologize for the quality of this story, I am on the toilet right now writing it on my phone. About 30 minutes ago my stomach started rumbling super bad and hurting. I knew right off the bat I'd need a long time on the toilet. Luckily I had the house to myself for the moment, and I grabbed my phone, sat down and started reading. My stomach cramped up horribly and I leaned forward and pushed while groaning. As my poop started to turtlehead I heard the front door open. My husband called out "babe where are you?", and I yelled back "bathroooommm" with some strain in my voice. I thought he just wondered where I was, but he immediately opened the door and came in. So I'm sitting there slightly leaned over, p**p halfway out, and a bad smell, blushing, and it turned out he wanted to show me a gun he bought. Without a care in the world he tries to hand it to me. I sighed and told him "babe I am pooping, I don't want to see your gun right now, and my stomach hurts so I need privacy, he said said "alright I'll show you later" and then left and closed the door. I leaned over again and started trying to get my poop moving again, eventually with some gas passing and straining I was able to push a very large hard log out. I flushed so as not to clog the toilet, but my stomach still really hurt. I then entered a dry gas phase, which in a few minutes turned into wet gas, and now I'm having diarrhea. I hate my stomach, anyway a few minutes ago he texts me "almost done?" And I responded "nope, I'm having diarrhea" he sent me an angry emoji and said he wished he had a button to make me finish, so I sent him a laughing emoji and said me too this HURTS. Anyway the cramps are still coming in waves and I'm very gassy today. I keep letting out these small explosions that are very painful, but my stomach still doesn't feel better. Right now I am rubbing my stomach trying to make the cramps go away. Will make another post soon if I survive this, right now it feels like I'll never get off the toilet, so I'm going to stop typing and really focus. Bye for now.
Nytecat
I did another survey!
Here's a survey from page 2,849 that's right up my alley with my answers.
1. When you are alone do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet?
No.
2. Do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet if your family, SO(Significant Other), roommate is around?
No, even though my opposite sex roommate sometimes does it despite us being completely platonic.
3. If you are a noisy pooper such as loud farts, grunting. etc. do you try being quiet when you have company?
If there's people nearby who could possibly hear me, I do try to keep it quiet. Otherwise, I get a little noisy but I'm not a big grunter.
4. Are you ok if your children, SO, roommate walk in while you are on the toilet?
No. Thankfully I'm almost never asked to let someone else in.
5. Are you ok walking in to use the toilet while your children, SO, roommate is in there for another reason?
Yes, but only if I'm pressed for time and I can't wait for her to come out. I'm impressed by how chill she is letting me do that while respecting my privacy when I'm on the throne.
6. Are you comfortable using a public toilet if someone is in the stall next to you?
I wouldn't say comfortable but I can tolerate it.
7. How often do you get so constipated that you need an enema?
Almost never. Constipation is rare for me and it normally resolves itself.
8. Do you use a squatty potty when pooping?
No. I'm generally able to squat just enough on a regular toilet.
9. When was the first time you realized you were fascinated with pooping?
When I was a small child. I think most of us who develop this fixation begin at a young age.
10. What started that fascination?
At the time my mom and I were the only two people besides babies that I knew of who routinely pooped in their pants. That's the reason pooping accidents became a lifelong interest of mine and why I relate with anyone who lives with this issue. But it wasn't until the age of the internet and forums like this that I realized we were not alone.
11. Do you listen to hear you SO on the toilet?
I don't have a SO at the moment and while I sometimes hear my roommate, I don't "listen" for it.
12. Do you always wipe until you are completely clean?
Most of the time but not always. Yes, it can cause skids when I don't (next question).
13. How often in the course of a month do you leave skid marks in your underwear, panties, thong, etc.?
On average, one to three. Sometimes I get lucky and go over a month without significant skids. But I'm more likely to have a period of soft, hard to wipe poos which leads to daily skids instead. The fact that my briefs and panties consistently ride up into my butt crack doesn't help matters. I don't know if it's the shape of my butt or what but there's no such thing as wedgie free underpants for me. Sometimes it looks like I'm wearing a thong. But it's ok. I've gotten used to it.
14. Do you fart when you pee?
Occasionally, yes and I might even get a sudden urge to poop as I'm tinkling. As a male standing at a toilet or urinal, if I'm not in danger of being overheard, I will push that fart out full force. Every now and then, a small poo nugget will fly out with it. Then I have to take the extra time required to remove it but it's worth the great feeling that comes from pushing it out.
15. Have you ever had a poop get stuck half way out and needed help getting it the rest of the way out?
Sort of. I kinda gyrate and move around until it's loose enough to continue its journey. Luckily I haven't had to pull anything out by hand or ask anyone else to do it for me.
Leah
Memories(reply to scooter)
Scooter your post got me thinking back and there's bound to be lots of things I'm going to miss out here, but here are something to go back on.
School was a very long time ago for me! Like everyone so my memories of school aren't great, but I remember when I was young (in secondary school) I was very poop shy, both at home and in school, so that's probably the first time I remember what it felt like to be constipated.
Back then you could go to the loo during class if you needed to but the system was that one pupil could go at any time, I only used it to pee when I was desperate as I refused to poo at school, the only time I would try to have a poo was at the end of lessons and you would have 5 minutes or more to get to the next class.
Normally all loos would be full, or during lunch break you would be waiting for a loo to open and you would have a group of girls at the sinks and preening themselves in the mirror and I'd go into a loo, pull my skirt down to my ankles and sit on the loo, often I couldn't even pee as the girls room was so busy and loud, the sounds of loud talking and doors slamming hand dryers going put me off peeing, let alone pooping.
I would normally have a stomach ache and hold my poo all day, and find a nice quiet loo after the final bell when everyone was going home, the girls room would always be busy at this time but it would always quieten out after a little while of sitting on the loo.
I remember once I was in the main girls room after school and I was sitting in the end loo by the window, it wasn't a massive room but there was no main door, a bit like an open archway and you can hear sounds in the corridor outside, well I was sat reading one of my school books, I may have been looking at an assignment when I heard some voices coming down the corridor, it sounded like a teacher in her clinking high heels talking to some pupils outside the loos, it turned out to be the headmistress! Mrs street was her name, she said her goodbyes and clip-clopped into the girls room.
I could her Mrs street walking, she tried my locked cubicle, as I was in the end one, she hurried into the one next to me slammed the door shut and I could hear her bum blowing up as the door shut, I had a poo coming out slowly but it had stopped by now, and it went back up my bum as I was too anxious and shy.
I heard the rustling of Mrs streets skirt being pulled up/down followed by a loud thud and a moan as another big fart ripped followed by several loose sounding plops.
I could not believe what I was hearing, she clearly came to use my cubicle far away from the others so she wouldn't be heard as much, just like me, a few other girls came in to pee, but they were very vocal about the smell. I was quietly pushing as Mrs street was panting a little, another plop followed before a sigh and then she rolled off loo roll to wipe herself with and then she left.
I could hear the cleaner coming in, I heard the trolley being pushed and I stayed sat whilst the cleaner just started cleaning, I think in the end I only managed to push out a small pebble as I couldn't poo with all the distractions around me, I went home still constipated and desperate.
I must have used public loos in my hometown before going home, that was how I coped
Bianca
Post Relief
Hi. I've had more poop come out than expected rather than pee. I also had small poop urges with lots of poop. Whoever wrote the urges vs relief, welcome if you're new! My poop has been mushy, but nothing interesting. Bye.
ECG
Bathroom Openness and Neurodivergence
I've mentioned my friend Catherine a few times now, and over time we've continued to become more open with each other about the bathroom. It's become clear that this is an interest we both share, and she told me that this is a subject she and all of her other friends are open about - which includes me now. In my last post, I wrote about sending her a toilet selfie as a joke, and this morning I sent her another one, not so jokingly now that I know from last time she likes them. She said it made her laugh, then thanked me for it, and sincerely at that, not sarcastically in an "I did not need to see that!" way. I've said I will continue to send them occasionally, and start looking for different bathrooms so that it doesn't get repetitive for her if I use my home bathroom every time.
In one of her voice messages to me this week, while speaking to me she said she was going to the staff bathroom at her work, and I could hear her enter the code to access it before she ended the recording, and started a new one a few minutes later once she'd finished. I said that I thought she was about to record herself peeing, and it would have been pretty funny if she had! She told she that once she has reached a level of closeness with someone, she will continue recording a voice message or talking on the phone while she pees, but only for peeing, not when she goes for a poo. Now I'm wondering if the pause was because she had a poo, or if I wasn't on that level of closeness before, but now I am. Once she brought it up, I said that I would return the favour and let her listen to me pee if I need to go while we're talking.
I enjoy and value our openness because I think it shows a level of trust and intimacy in each other. It's a taboo subject that's risky to bring up in conversation, so I think that once you've found someone safe to share it with, you want to make the most of it. Most of all, it should be fun and enjoyable for both of us to do things like send toilet selfies or listening to each other pee (not that we've done this yet, only talked about it and indicated we're open to it). We're both consenting adults doing this, so it will only happen for as long as we're both into it. I've found that I have to be in the right mindset to take a toilet selfie, it's not something I can do if I'm not in the mood for it, which has previously resulted in me not taking one when I promised I would.
To finally bring this back to the title, both of us are neurodivergent - I have Autism, Catherine has Autism and ADHD. Most of her friends are also neurodivergent, as are a number of users of this site, which leads me to wonder if there is a connection between neurodivergence and openness about the bathroom? Does anyone else here share things with others like toilet selfies or bathroom audio?
RP
Sleepover story
I remember once i was like 14. I was invited to a sleepover, with some family. Or maybe it was a camp, i am not sure. What sticks in my memory thou is that we talked about bedwetting. I only tried that once.
But i kinda had to pee, and i was only in my undies. So i went to my sleepingbag, and while talking about it, i peed a little in my undies. It was quite fun, and only a little wet. Later i peed a little more. My undies were wet but the sleeping bag was dry. I went to bed and they were dry in the morning, despite being very wet
Mina
Dear Iris, Dear Anna Beth
Iris, we are happy for you! We always hoped that your cousins would be understanding, and they were. Now maybe you won't need to poo in front of them, you can always say to them, "sorry, I'm still nervous" and we hope weather will be good so they can go for walk while you defecating with a huge satisfaction and closed curtains. For some people, ten minutes is very long time, but for us four it is normal time. We are often defecating for longer than that. It is never wrong to sit on loo more than ten minutes to defecate lots.
Anna Beth, Maho said that perhaps your boss is married and has daughter. If it is true, he will have lots experience of poo of girl. So even he sees your poo, he might think, "no big deal". And Mina knows some men are very gentleman and won't look in loo to see poo of woman. Because Rhondda Daddy in Wales was such kind of man. We four don't hide what we doing in loo, but he never interested, he only say "take your time" and he don't think about it. Perhaps your boss is such the man.
Mina's mother said to Mina that when she was honeymoon her husband (Mina's father) saw her poo in hotel room. It was a huge diarrhoea and he was very worried, but chemist told him, it is maybe travellers' diarrhoea, and chemist was right. So Mina's father gave a medicine to Mina's mother, and next day she was OK and did normal poo and he saw and was happy.
By the way, Mina was honeymoon baby... Parents were married in June and Mina was born very late February.
We hope everyone is very fine!
Love to Everyone.
Chakamami Family
Urgency versus relief
I can well identify with very recent posts . I sit to wee ( mostly) as it is more relaxing and if I take my time and meditate I pass more urine than I thought I had in me . And sometimes a poo which I had no indication of earlier . And what is more interesting is that poo can work its way out without effort . I have posted about this a few times before over the years. Thunder
Thunder
Urgency and relief and update
Earlier on this morning, I I gave my stories on the subject.
Well, it happened in practice just an hour ago. I saw a customer and then needed a wee and went to my favourite public toilets and sat down. I I had a big relieving pee and then that feeling down below. I pushed out a very big movement and I was so happy it felt like a complete the evacuation. What was important is that the stools were very thick which made me very happy. For a long time now I've been passing rather thin stools not pencil shape but bigger than that but it's nonetheless still very thin. So very happy thunder.
Anna
Badly constipated (PMS)
Hey all.. i dont know if this is normal but every month the week before i get my monthly bleed i get sooo constipated for a week. The beginning of the week is ok, i cant poop at all and even though i have to there is no urge to go, but the last 3 days of the week i have to have a bowel movement what feels like urgently and i cant get anything out :(
Its difficult because i live with my family (mom, dad, sister, brother, and myself) i share a room with my sister and the whole place only has one bathroom, so everyone knows each others habits. I normally poop 2-3 times every day and they know it. So now during these bouts of constipation i have to sit for so long to the point others need the toilet, and inevitably they dont hear the beautiful flush of the toilet.. Well now everyone knows about my constipation and everyone is constantly asking me if ive been able to go. They are concerned but its making me embarrassed and stressed. My parents at dinner will tell me to go sit on the toilet and just try.. i always do as they say. They can see my distended stomach snd its to the end of the week now and it hurts badly. I always feel the need to push but its no use. My mother massages my stomach often which gives some relief. Even while im trying to go my family will come to the door and ask if ive made progress, they hear me crying in there. It hurts so much and hear me straining. But them asking me makes me get anxiety. The only time i get relief is when i finally get my period. I just want my family to back off abit because they are making my problem worse.. im so embarrassed everyone knows. And because its like clockwork monthly they know the next time i will be backed up ugh..
Becc
Long Time, No See
Hi!
I posted on this forum for a short while in 2017. I looked back and found most of my posts starting on page 2641 and going through the 2660's...
I am a tall, curvy, athletic woman (6'2, 210-220 lbs) with a hearty appetite and, as a result, has some pretty big poops! And, I am so interested in pooping that I became a Physician Assistant in a Gastroenterology practice. I workout regularly, and eat a healthy diet normally but I do allow for splurges of my favorite comfort foods from time to time. I also do strength training and cardiovascular workouts to stay in shape as an adult, as I was very active growing up, even playing college basketball for a small, private school.
I also discovered that I'm asexual. I just have little to no interest in that part of life. So, I moved home with my parents to help take care of my aunt Kate, who had breast cancer and passed away a year ago. I live in a tiny house on my parents' property.
So I came back to this forum because I just love to talk about this subject. I have so many stories from the medical practice!
And, I pooped my pants recently. It was the weirdest experience of my life!
So, if anyone is reading and would like to hear more, please let me know! I'm happy to share!
Becc
Denise
Urgency vs relief
To the anonymous poster - yes I have experienced that too! Now and then I'll sit for a 1 or 2 that doesn't feel especially urgent and just feel absolutely cleaned out afterwards! Funny how that happens.
I would also say I experience the opposite too. Sometimes I think I have to pee so bad but when I go not as much comes out as I would have thought. I assume that's because something else might be squishing my bladder, like if I've had a lot to eat or drink but the liquid hasn't manifested into pee yet and the food is still digesting, my bladder capacity might be smaller in that situation so it takes less pee to feel full. I'm no biologist though.
I think this discrepancy has contributed to some of my accidents over the years as it's not always been very clear to me what level of urge I was experiencing until it was too late.
Funny, just yesterday I needed a 2, very normal not urgent, but then soooo much came out, it was probably as big as some of the poops I've ended up doing in my pants because they were too big to hold. How strange!
Norm
Lights Out - Survey
Recently I was in a public toilet. I was in a cubicle sitting on the toilet, had taken a dump and was most of the way through wiping my ass and nearly clean when the lights went out as they were on a timer (I think 5 minutes). I opened the stall door and leaned out but the sensor was near the main door and I wasn't going to go that far with my pants around my ankles in case someone came in!
I gave myself another few wipes and was confidant enough my ass was clean. I pulled up my pants, flushed, came out and over to the main door and the lights came on. I just went back in again and gave myself one more wipe to double check and I was indeed clean. I washed my hands and left. I think if it happened again I would be more confident in telling my ass was clean in the dark.
I know blind people have to get around this, but for sighted people wiping your ass is generally a visual process so I'm just curious:
1. Has anybody ever been sitting on the toilet in a public place and the lights have gone out after you've dumped your poo and before/during your wiping, due to sitting there too long when nobody else comes in or leaves another stall outside?
2. How did you proceed then (assuming you didn't have a phone or other light source)?
3. Did you just continue wiping and hope it was clean, pull your pants up/dress or skirt down, flush and leave the stall and forget about it?
Jenny SIS (it's been a while since you posted - if you read this, hope you're well and had a good dump today!) often mentioned blind wiping the first few times, but it becomes trickier to tell blindly after that.
4. Did you have another way to tell you were clean by feel or smell, and do it that way?
5. Did you take a chance and lean out of the stall and wave your hand about to try and get the lights on again?!
Hope all your evacuations go well today!
Thunder
More on Suppositories
I use to take ( until very recently) daily osmolax but have now switched to glycerin suppositories. I have mentioned this previously. The last one I inserted was on Wednesday….. still not easy getting it in due to my hands but worked too well . The idea is to retain the suppository for a while , which I did , but a sudden sense of urgency caused me to shit my thunderwear ( what I call my incontinence undies ) to such and extent it leaked onto my trousers . My time on the toilet was out of this world! An explosion of big healthy turds …. Felt so much better! I tried to poo this morning but to no avail . Having a family brunch this morning and then a massage that involved my colon and will see what that brings . On the subject of shitting myself my partner almost did the same this week also . Coming home she got the urge on the train and then had to walk a good distance from the station to home and then coukd not find the key then did and just and only just made it ! In my case I did not despite being at home !
Anna Beth
To Scooter - A School Poop Story
When I was growing up, I only remember pooping at school a few times. And when I did, it was usually a normal log - nothing really to write home about.
But my junior year in high school, something made me have to go really badly. I do not remember all the details surrounding this poop. I mean, I usually went every day. I never struggled with constipation and if I missed a day or two at the most, my body would automatically do its thing and relieve itself at some point.
But this day was urgent for some reason. It started in my second block, around 10:00 in the morning. My stomach felt heavy and then started cramping and I felt that familiar feeling in my bottom. But it was much more intense than usual. I was shy in high school and I did not want to ask to go to the bathroom (college cured me of that - I feel I can poop anywhere and at anytime now). As the class went on the feeling became more intense. The feeling in my bottom was like a solid poop feeling, but it also felt like there was so much more in there than normal.
The teacher finished teaching and told us to work on our homework. By this point I was sweating a little and in agony! I got up and went to the desk and told the teacher that I was having an emergency and needed the restroom. It was 11:00 at this point.
So I walked so fast down the hall to the nearest restroom and entered the nearest stall. It was clean, thank goodness! I pulled down my pants and panties and sat down and relaxed and let a huge poop loose! It came out so fast that I really didn't realize how much it was until I lifted up and saw that the bowl was full of loggie poops! I had to take a picture!
It really smelled in there and I heard some girls come in and comment on the smell. I was embarrassed but I flushed after wiping and went to the sink.
Thank goodness they were in their stalls when I left mine, so they didn't see me!
I went back to class and my friend texted me and said, "You had to poop!" And I sent back a poop emoji!
Leah
Weird poo day
Hey guys what's up?
I have to share a story from today (thursday) because today was very unusual, my stomach was very off and I needed not one, but TWO poo sessions at work.
Ok so the morning was normal, I take a regular laxative every afternoon (I don't know why I bother lol!) And I suspect because of that laxative, I am always quite gassy in the morning, I don't normally poo at work so I'm normally gassy all day onn and off.
And by mid morning I could feel the pressure building quickly in my lower stomach and I thought about holding it off, but the cramps got too much and I caught a break in the work so off I went, with a spring in my step.
We were all warned in a work meeting days ago about bad work standards and people taking too many loo breaks or being too long in them ect, but that was aimed at the guys! But anyway with that on board I tried to be as quick as I could.
I hurried into the main ladies loo, grabbed my magazine off the table and walked into the end loo, quickly undid my trousers and pulled them down to the floor, with my thong.
I quickly placed the magazine on my lap and started looking over it, while peeing I forced it out even faster as I started pushing while peeing, this is not like me but I knew I had to be quick, when my fierce pee stream ended I shuffled my bum forwards slightly and pushed hard "uuugghhh" I could feel it there but it wasn't coming so I desperately started pressing into my lower stomach using both hands and holding my breath before letting out a big vocal grunt.
I had to keep taking breaks as I was constipated again, after several minutes of trying I was pushing a hard poo out and it broke off, I desperately tried to push the rest out before it went too far back up my bum, desperately pushing hard allthroughout. I still felt like I was full of poo, my lower stomach felt full but it wasn't going to come, except for a small plop and I couldn't focus on my magazine. After all that and I only pooped two small poos.
Looking at the time what, 10 minutes of trying to force this poo out I had to wipe my very messy bum and go, but my bum was very messy for what I had done and I probably didn't wipe well enough either.
I left the loo feeling worse than before I went in and, over the next few hours I felt the need to fart, but it felt like I was pushing out poo into my thong, I pushed slowly but it was farts, I just felt very weird but I didn't feel like having a poo but I felt full.
I made it to lunchtime and I needed to go again, I always pee at lunch, I normally only pee in the staff break room, which is two single sex loos, but I needed to finish my poo from the morning so, after eating I made my way to the ladies, walked past the sink and mirror and into the single loo, bolted the door shut and took out another magazine from my handbag, unbuckled my trousers and pulled them down to my feet, with my thong.
I had more time here but I get paranoid, because it's only a single loo I worry about someone coming in and knocking on the door, it's the same in the men's next door.
So I get straight to business, I start peeing and I start pushing hard, I just hope that nobody was in the mens room because they would have heard me struggling next door! Both single loos have windows next to each other, I got back to pressing on my lower stomach and I could feel it coming, I was holding my breath, letting it out in a push and panting and eventually a much bigger poo splashed into the bowl and I did feel much better, I had another very messy bum which I did my best to clean but, when I got home I had too pee so I decided to wipe my bum again and the paper was still filthy and i wiped several times more, I probably got some skidmarks but I couldn't tell as my thong was black.
Happy posting all!
Wednesday, September 10, 2025
Tricky
Re: Scooter, Poop at School Stories
I've posted many of them. I have some more I could add, but they weren't nearly as eventful or awkward. I used to poop at school almost every day, sometimes twice, during elementary school, then stopped in middle school and the first high school I went to because those schools had doorless stalls and I was afraid of being bullied for using them. At the second high school I went to, then college, I resumed my normal habit of pooping at school every day.
Here's an incomplete list of some stories I posted on this site that involve me pooping at school or pooping around my classmates, or witnessing other students poop at school.
Grade School:
-Page 3065, First ever awkward poop at school
-Page 2941, After school buddy dump
-Page 3049, A grade school poop story
-Page 3051, A sequel to a grade school poop story
Middle School:
-Page 2875, My first time using a doorless stall
-Page 2944, A Middle School Poop Story
High School:
-Page 2942, Streaks of Love
-Page 3052, A Saturday field trip to a wildlife preserve
-Page 2870, A high school poop story
-Page 3112, An Honest Mistake and a Lesson Learned
-Page 2953, First time getting walked in on at a public bathroom
-Page 3066, Science Project
-Page 2955, Semper Fi
-Page 3088, The day after I ate too many lima beans
-Page 3055, Clogging a toilet in high school
-Page 3090, First time pooping in the locker room, Junior year of HS
-Page 2928, Re: Kieffer, bathroom access during a college admission test
-Page 2954, Re: Peter, New Survey
-Page 3034, Farting while peeing, and another poop story from school
College:
-Page 2878, My first dump at college
-Page 3128, Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt1
-Page 2882, Mirror, mirror, on the floor...
General:
-Page 2943, Re: Mark, The Boy's Toilets
-Page 2955, Re: Stefanie, school toilets
-Page 3052, Re: Question for Tricky; Scooter
-Page 2885, Re: Zip
-Page 3071, Re: Normal to hold it when young?
-Page 3024, Re: Avoiding high school bathrooms
-Page 3133, Re: Jessica, not wiping after a poop
STEPHEN.P
Today is Wednesday I went into garage this morning and drained the oil from the car then went to post office to pay a bill.On way back I felt a BM brewing , I got home went into bedroom and picked up the toilet roll and stand, carried it to garage .
Now I had to poop the time since Sunday evening seventy five hours ago.
I undone my overalls tied the arms together pulled down my pants and sat on the THETFORD SIXTY SIX POTTIE,WHICH HAS A LARGER BOWL.I had a wee then one minute later poop I felt two logs pass then i stood up and looked into the bowl, two logs eight inches long one inch diameter, I sat down then pooped again another two logs I assume same size .
I started to push then leaned forward arms in lap and passed two big loads then a long wee it was awesome after fifteen minutes I was done.
I tore three sheets from the toilet roll and wiped then another three and finely another two,I dressed then put my foot on the flush pedal the poop dropped into the lower tank.
The bowl was covered with poop so I filled the bowl again and used a brush to clean, then detached the bowl from the lower tank and carrien it to the outside drain and emptied .I rinsed the tank twice then took it back to garage and reassembled .Poured half pint of blue fluid into bowl then two pints of rain water put foot onto pedal it dropped into lower bowl then poured two pints of rain water into top tank .
I have just used the pottie again another NUMBER TOO ,taken the toilet roll and stand back to bedroom as the damp weather has now started
Tricky
Desert Dump, Pt 3
We continued driving for the next hour and a half. I kept farting, not nearly as much as before, but it still stunk like 3 days worth of impacted post-gluttony poop and we still kept the windows down.
About 25 miles from the meeting site, all Hell finally broke loose. I felt everything quickly loosening up and moving toward the exit. It felt like I had an entire beer keg inside my gut, except having been shaken violently from each bump in the road during the car ride, as if the keg had a leak and was slowly foaming all of its contents out to expand the pressure on my lower GI tract. Within 10 seconds, I now had cold sweats on my face and could feel that this was going to be an unstoppable force of nature. I clenched my buttcheeks tight as sharp pains shot up my abdomen and spine. My body shook. I suddenly had to shit, very, very badly. Perhaps the worst I ever had to in my life. I wasn't going to make it to any sort of facility. This was non-negotiable: I had to shit and I had to shit NOW.
I quickly stated my predicament to my coworker in no uncertain terms, "Now I need to use the bathroom. It's an emergency."
With a mixture of annoyance and understanding, she asked, "Do I need to stop the car?"
The realization now set in that I was going to take a massive shit at the side of the road in the desert outside the car, with absolutely nothing for coverage since there were no trees, brush, or anything to hide behind, with any highway traffic speeding by able to watch me. I didn't want to do this. But I now had no choice.
I pleaded, barely able to talk as holding it in took all of my mental and physical effort, "Yes. Please hurry."
With a resigned sigh, she said, "Oh boy..."
I could barely maintain composure as I used all my wherewithal to keep from filling my pants as the car slowed and she pulled to the shoulder of the road. The pressure built up so much that I could feel my anus dilating and the sensation of warm poop smearing itself around my ring piece and touching my underwear. I seriously worried I was rapidly filling my pants, but I prevailed and managed to stem the flow long enough for the car to stop, as I kept my buttcheeks painfully clenched.
I hurriedly opened the car door. She then with a tone of seriousness yelled, "Don't mind me, I won't look."
She looked to her left, facing the highway. As I left the seat and leaped out of the car, I now felt the tip of the turd pushing out the back of my underwear as sharp, stabbing pains shot up my entire digestive system. It was now coming out and nothing was going to stop it. I managed to shut the door before I could go any further. I was not even able to distance myself from the car.
With nothing for coverage, I turned around to face her, to get as much privacy as possible so that at least if she did look my way, she wouldn't be able to see my privates or get a side or rear view of the shit as it was exiting my butthole while squatting down. As I turned around, I simultaneously unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and started lowering my pants in one swift, precise, and coordinated motion. I now had my ass out, but before I could completely pull my pants down to my knees and fully squat down to finally let it all out, large nuggets of foul-smelling feces were already dropping out onto the dirt below me between my feet.
*plapt* *plapt* *plapt*
With my pants and underwear now at my thighs as I faced toward the car, I was finally situated and balanced into a squat position, with my privates tucked away from view inside my pants and underwear, feet spread apart in a wide stance, ass facing away from the car, and if I was lucky only the left and right sides of my upper legs and ass would be exposed to her view if she should look my way.
It all exploded and extruded out involuntarily, loudly and violently. I felt so dizzy and filled with euphoria that I thought I was going to fall over as I braced myself against the front passenger-side door...
It was very hard, smeary, sticky, and wide. I could feel it leave a warm, buttery filth all over my posterior, forcibly spreading my buttcheeks apart even beyond what the squat position I was in did for me. The relief was perhaps the best I had ever felt while defecating, or close to it(I had other contenders). I involuntarily moaned.
By the time I could think straight, about 5 seconds into this excessively-wide and unbroken cable of shit slurry still slithering through my anal sphincter, she then remarked, "Wait! Will you need something to wipe with? I have some napkins you can use."
The thought never even occurred to me given the urgency of the situation. I then told her, "Yeah, I will."
She then responded, "Ok, I'll hand them to you."
Neatly folded napkins in hand, she leaned over to the passenger side window and briefly turned my way to hand them to me as I was facing her with my pants lowered to my knees covering myself up as best as possible as a long ropey turd was hanging out of my backside. We made eye contact...
...as she quickly turned her head away again, "I didn't know you were already going! You should have waited or at least said something!"
I told her, "Sorry. I couldn't hold it anymore."
Nervously yelling, she interjected, "Don't worry! I didn't see anything! Sorry!"
I knew she lied about not seeing me. She was embarrassed about it. There was undeniably a morass of shit falling to the ground between my feet and I'm certain that she saw it pouring out of my ass when she looked out the wibndow. She didn't want to acknowledge it, and at the time, neither did I. Luckily, my ass was facing the opposite direction to her line of sight, and she saw my face instead, just as a dog turns to face its owner while it stops to squat down and shit during a walk. I even felt like that dog: awkward, increasingly relieved, dependent(since she had the wiping material I needed), and otherwise totally shameless. Make no mistake, I wasn't in the least bit embarrassed at this time, even if perhaps I should have been.
I was now grunting and moaning as it worked its way out of me.
15 seconds or so later, with the cable of crap still extruding out of me, I saw a car approaching from my left, coming up from behind where she was parked. It honked at us four times while it passed, its occupants getting a side view of the show. I heard people cheering as the car drove by. They probably got quite a sight.
Continuing to look away from me out the drivers' side window or at the drivers' side mirror, with mixed parts fascination, annoyance, embarrassment and disgust in her voice, she then said, "Let me know when you're done. I'll have to hand them to you through the window."
I said, "Sorry."
She continued, "No, it's okay."
The shit continued sliding out of me. I still was not even embarrassed even as the reality finally set in that I was taking a massive shit next to an attractive co-worker of the opposite sex on the side of the road, having been through so many awkward pooping scenarios in my life by this point. I considered the experience more novel than anything else. Not even any of the girlfriends I had ever saw me like this. It was a bit of a turn-on. I felt bad for her having to witness me in this state though, since I doubt it was wanted on her part. It certainly wasn't on mine. There was a massive pile of shit underneath me and I was certain she saw it dropping out of me for that brief period she glanced at me. It was not a proud moment for me and I felt disgusting for assaulting her eyes, nose, and ears with this.
It took about 2 minutes total for the rest of it to slide out of me, uninterrupted and constantly pouring like a milkshake machine, but it seemed like hours. I had to shuffle forward a footstep or two to keep it from hitting the back of my shoes or my dress pants. At the end of the cable, I ripped out a very long and squeaky fart.
Followed by another soft ball of poop hitting the pile below me...
*plapt*
Leaning forward against the car, I could feel that my butt was an absolute mess. I now thought that I was finished, and that it was time to wipe.
"I'll need those napkins now."
She turned to face me again, leaning toward the door, trying with futility to avert her gaze while reaching through the passenger window of the car to hand them to me. She handed them to me and she then turned away, not as hurriedly this time since she already saw me when I got started and it was obvious by now that she knew that I knew that she knew.
She then warned, looking away again, "That's all I have. If you need more, then you'll have to find something else to use."
Meekly and with gratitude, I said, "Thank you."
The napkins were neatly folded, small, very thin, and when fully expanded were roughly the size of a small wallet. Maybe 10 of them in total. No longer in the middle of extruding a massive dump with a break in between, while carefully avoiding the pile I had deposited, I shuffled out of the way just enough to get to the rear passenger door right as sticky wads of poop fell off of my butt onto the ground as I shuffled around with my pants and underwear at my thighs.
Once I got prepared to wipe, a second wave came, this time, a bunch of soft mush. It loudly crackled out just as before, every bit as sticky and smeary as before. It was over and done with in less than 10 seconds. I felt a lot better, but not fully empty.
I continued squatting and straining for another minute or two hoping the rest would come out, to no avail. I didn't feel quasi-empty anymore and felt a lot more was on the way. A number of cars passed, but none were rude enough to honk or yell out the window at me, even thought it was obvious to anyone who saw me exactly what I was doing.
A third wave came, this time diarrhea, followed by a loud fart sounding like the bronx cheer of a whoopie cushion.
*WOM-M-M-M-M-PT*
It came rushing out and was done in about 5 seconds. I knew she heard it, as she yelled, "Are you STILL going!?"
I then said, "Yeah. Not done yet."
She countered, "Ok. I'll keep looking away then."
It finally came out and now I felt confident enough to wipe. Maybe not fully emptied out, but at least confident that we'd make it to the meeting site on time, so that I could get to a proper toilet facility ASAP. I had to make this count, because I was going to need every one of those napkins, and I had nothing else to use other than the money or receipts in my wallet, or maybe a sock or underwear if it came to it.
I was able to wipe in relative privacy and she didn't have to see any of that at least.
The relative privacy of squatting down by the rear passenger door was welcome given the severity of the cleanup job. I used every one of those napkins, first pulling golf-ball sized wads of sticky poop off my rear, before progressing to mostly smearing poop all over my butt since they weren't very absorbent. The paper they were made of was thin and they tore as I wiped, getting poop on my right hand. I was now down to three napkins and nowhere near clean. I used two to clean my buttcheeks enough not to stain my underwear, and used the last one to wipe off some poop that inadvertently got on my right hand during the cleanup. The immediate area around my anus was still smeared with poop, but I'd just have to sit in the car with my cheeks tightly clenched until I could get to a proper toilet.
I never felt so filthy in my life.
The tip of the turd that kissed my underwear before I was even out of the car was not as bad as I thought, and I found upon inspection it surprisingly left no stains or streaks. I got lucky. I had no visible poop on any of my clothing. I very narrowly avoided a very bad accident by a fraction of a second, many miles from the nearest town, with no change of clothes on me. I hadn't shit my pants since middle school, and kept that winning streak even through this. It was a miracle.
I counted that as a win, pulled my pants back up, and felt a creamy filth around my anus as I clenched my buttcheeks together in effort to avoid staining my underwear from not being able to wipe adequately.
I stood up, facing her through the car window as she continued looking away, "Ok, I'm done now. You don't need to look away anymore."
She turned to face forward, then responded, sarcastically and jovially, "Feel better yet?"
I responded, "Yeah. Could you move the car up a bit? I don't want to step in it getting back in."
She drove up about 5 feet and I walked around my mess. It was massive.
I got back to the front passenger door. This co-worker was far from the first person to see me poop, and I wasn't embarrassed in the least about that. But she looked very uncomfortable, nervous, and slightly amused at the situation. It was certainly novel to her.
Reaching into her purse she pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and handing it to me through the window, face beet-red with embarrassment at what she just witnessed, she then remarked, "Use it before you get in the car."
Awkwardly, I told her, "Thanks. I'm sorry you had to see me do that."
I continued, with some remorse, "I shouldn't have taken that laxative."
As I was rubbing a generous amount of sanitizer onto my hands, with awkwardness and sympathy, she responded, "It's okay. It was an emergency. You had no choice."
After a pause, she continued, "I've been there myself. Why do you think I carry napkins in my purse?"
I retorted, "At least I didn't crap my pants. Another half a second and I would have."
She then stated with a bit of derision, and a bit of amazement, "Don't talk about it anymore. I want to forget this ever happened."
As I opened the door, I tried to hand her back the bottle of hand sanitizer. She exclaimed, "I don't want it back! Keep it!"
So I did.
As I got seated and put my seatbelt on, she continued, "I swear to God, I will tell no one. Not a soul. Your secret is safe with me!"
She was keenly aware word would get around if she told anyone anything, as she'd already heard many other poop stories about me and other coworkers that I never told her, which were brought up casually over the years by other coworkers. I might never live this down at the office if everyone found out that I took a massive shit in front of her. It could have potentially been a career-ending event for me and she also knew it.
To be continued on Pt 4.
Adam
Post Title (optional)Adverts UK TV
Hi All
The UK TV has started to show some riskae adverts.The first one was a month ago advertising Pepto to settle upset ????.It shows a group of people men and women in yellow high vis vests all singing about Pepto and how it helps with upset stomachs.The final verse was sung by an older man standing with a brush pointing to his arse singing its good for diarreah as well.It may be that when they did the original take he was holding a mop but perhaps they decided to change it to a brush as it may have been leading to thoughts that the poor man needed to mop up.
Then a few weeks after we get an advert for spray deodorant.A guy in white soccer shorts sprays deodorant down the front of his soccer shorts.Then we see him playing goalkeeper and jumping up for the ball.A team mate is at the front of him close to and sniffs his crutch much to the amazement of the guy in goal.The guy that does the sniffing looks very pleased with the smell and over the moon with the lovely odour.
Finally we get an ad for womens sanitory towels being shown with illustrations.Then the ad shows the womens backside.She is in mid grey tracksuit(sweatpants) bottoms
Her arse has a big stain on it.Possibly it is meant to show the effecfs of a period without a towel for protection,but it looks like she has followed through on the shot. Unbelievable !
I was discussing it with my freind Sean.Now he a!ways has an answer.He said "Perhaps they could combine all three ads into one.Firstly the one for Pepto with the man fpointing to his bottom coupled with the one with the guy squirting deodorant down his pants but only use the woman to spray it down the back of her trakkies ." Then Sean paused and he continued. "Perhaps the guy on the soccer team that sniffs his team mates crutch could come in then helping to hold a step ladder for the woman to reach a top bookshelf and he sniffs her backside.He could have the same look of delight on his face.It would n't cost half as much for the ads.They could split the cost between them " He said. Well i fell apart laughing. It's quite suprising to me that the Ads Commission or whatever it is in the UK has allowed these ads on the UK TV at all.
I figure that the next one will be for airspray where a guy is sat on the khazi in a public toilet and sprays air freshener in the air.A guy in the next cubicle is so happy with the smell that he takes out of his bag his sandwiches and starts to eat them whilst sitting there.
I know what my gran would say if she saw these ads. "Whats the world coming to"
Adam
Becky
Is someone else's period blood hazardous to my health?
Warning: gross. My roommate STILL leaves blood on the seat. It disgusts and even nauseates me. It's generally dried and hard to wipe up.
I have had some stomach issues lately and need the bathroom a lot. So it's very stressful to have to clean up these messes. I've also accidentally sat on it a couple of times and tbh I yelled at her for it.
Also, I want normal poops again. I had a major vomiting attack on Friday (unsure of the cause), and aside from that, I've been alternating between diarrhea and constipation. It's so awful! I can't eat much either.
STEPHEN . P
Went to a club meeting Sunday had a wee before meeting then again before leaving .I drove eight miles had urge for BM carried on another three miles then pulled into a layby pulled ADVENTURIDGE pottie from locker down with jogging bottoms and pants sat on pottie and had a NUMBER TOO.
I pushed pottie back into locker then carried on home,then had a cup of milk and went to bed .Many times I weed during night at 06:30 the alarm woke me went downstairs into kitchen washed made tea and drank went out to van pulled pottie from locker and had a NUMBER TOO then back to house carried on with house work.
Went to GYM AT 07:00PM stayed till closing time went home glass of water then bed .Had one wee during night then woke at 06:00am sat on black glass pottie had a NUMBER TOO. I took the pan to the bonfire emptied washed then took back to bedroom.
I washed made tea and drank went back to bedroom sat on the bedpan checked my emails then had another NUMBER TOO then out to garden emptied the pan washed the took it back to bedroom.
Iris
Camping Day Three
Hi everyone, iris here! Thank you for your support. My camping trip was very successful and I would like to give another update now, and another in a few days when I have time.
I managed to pee in front of my cousins okay! It literally got easier with every trip and by the last day I was peeing as soon as I sat down while still talking to them. My cousins were not shy at all. I don't think a day went by where I didn't see at least one of them crapping!
I arrived at the site on Monday and I had my first camping crap on Wednesday. I explained my predicament to my cousins and asked for some privacy so they went for a walk so I could go to the toilet. They didn't wait outside so they wouldn't know how long it had taken me, I had an hour to just do what I needed to do.
I waited a few minutes for them to leave because I didn't want one of them coming back for their sunglasses or something and once I was satisfied I was alone I closed all the curtains in the van (my cousins leave them open!!) , pulled down my clothes and sat on the boxy, plastic, camping toilet. I had a short pee and over 10 minutes I completely emptied my bowels. It felt so good to go. I cleaned up and sprayed some air freshener, probably too much, and sat outside with the biggest smile. I was so proud of myself.
Iris
Scooter
Poop at School Stories
Now that summer break has ended and school has started back up for many, I'm ready to read any poop at school stories from your childhood or anything that happened recently if you are still in school. Those are always some of my favorite stories!
Taylor
Urgency Vs Relief
Yes!! I know exactly what you mean. I love when I sit down to pee and it just seems to keep coming and coming, even if it was only a small urge at first.
But what I really love is those moments when I sit down to pee... and only pee, and I am then greeted by something knocking at my back door! I love when I sit to pee and I am surprised by a poop at the same time. It's just the best!
Darlene
Re: Urgency vs Relief Question
I remember having chipotle for lunch and then taco bell much later. No surprise there when I ended up doing a bigger poop than normal when I first woke up. It just kept coming for the last 5 minutes or so. I just continued to scroll on my phone while all of this was going on. After I was finished, I wiped myself front to back then flushed twice and showered afterwards.
I also started improving on my water intake and also felt like I pee way more forcefully and longer than normal and more frequently. I drink like eight glasses a day and maybe might have a beer or two after work. I'll have to post more of my famous beer pisses on here as they are definitely huge. Like overflowing a pitcher..
Urgency vs Relief Question
Hi everyone, I had an dxperience a while back that raises an interestion question for the people on this forum.
Many months ago, I started making an active effort to improve my health, which included eating healthier and drinking more water. I recall a day where I was doing really good with my water intake, and I got the urge to pee around mid-afternoon. It was a very comfortable urge, and I didn't feel any rush to get to a bathroom, but it had been about 2 1/2 hours since I las peed and I wasn't busy so I decided to just go.
I walked into the bathroom, got to the toilet and let go, expecting to not have to pee a whole lot since it didn't feel very urgent. To my surprise, I started peeing a lot more forcefully than I expected to. The stream lasted maybe 20 seconds, and it felt really good. I flushed and left like normal when I was done.
On to my question: We all know the feeling of being desperate to pee/poop and how relieving it is to finally be able to go. But, does anyone else feel like it's MORE relieving when you don't have to go that bad but it's a bigger release than you expected? Like when you barely have to pee but it lasts a while, or you hardly need to poop but it's a really big one that doesn't need a lot of effort?
Gemma
First few weeks in dorms with Jess
As I have written in the past, myself and Jess became good friends owing to our stomach issues, we both went to Uni together and ended up staying in the same halls. We were in effect neighbours, both had rooms to ourselves but communal bathrooms. I was thrilled but accepted I had to learn to use them, admittedly I'd planned to get up at 5am on the day I needed to number 2 so I'd have the bathroom to myself for at least an hour to do what I had to do.
Well we all know in those circumstances we get constipated, I'm always constipated anyway so for the first 2 weeks I didn't need to go but I was thinking I needed to by week 3 so I set my alarm for the following day. I was in my room and then a knock at the door, it was Jess, this was about 10pm. I let her in and she was almost crying, really upset, I asked what was wrong to which she showed me her stomach, it was really bloated. I by now knew what that meant and explained I'd set my alarm to try and do it myself, Jess begged me to go with her then and there. I agreed, locked up and went to the bathroom. There were 4 stalls and opposite 4 showers, sinks to one side. As we walked in I heard a stall slam and lock, russel of toilet paper and a sigh, I asked Jess if she wanted to come back later and she mouthed she can't, it needs to be now. I wasn't comfortable but I said ok for support and we left a stall, Jess took the next one and me the furthest. I lined the seat and I assume Jess did the same and we both sat down, the girl who got in first just finished her wee as both me and Jess started. I then realised the girl hadn't moved by the time we'd all finish and we were sat in silence.
After some time Jess messaged me asking if I thought the girl was still there, I replied yes and the silence continued. Jess suddenly gasped as we sat there and the girl on the end sighed. There was some heavy breathing from girl and a massive thud, it must have been huge, I and Jess continued in silence, the girl the apologised that she couldn't hold it and had to go. I said we're in for the same thing to which Jess in a strained voice said can we be quiet please as she needed to concentrate.
Jess then grunts and strains and plop.. so at this point I thought what the heck and joined in, the girl on the end then lets out another one thud and starts wiping. Jess and I sit there with the occasional strained noise and plop as we do our usual rabbit pellets. The girl said goodbye and washed her hands and left, meanwhile I and Jess continued for about an hour and a half, little tiny plops. Jess finished first and sat waiting, I finish and we washed up together and went back to our rooms
Anna Beth
Yesterday's Poop
Well it was a doozy!
It wasn't because I was sick or constipated. Rather, the break room toilet broke.
I did a really big poop that broke into four pieces and followed it with a few plops. But it was a clean wipe. When I went to pull the handle I heard a pop and the toilet would not flush. I had to get my boss, which was soooooo embarrassing!
He looked at it and was able to remove the lid and pull the chain from the inside of the tank. But he had to call a plumber to fix it.
So my boss saw my big poop!
Norm
Janitors of the opposite sex - Part 3
Some time back, there were some posts here about pooping in bathrooms while janitors of the opposite sex are cleaning or working there nearby. I put up two posts about some of my experiences having a poo where female janitors were around, but I remembered another one since, from the other side where I was effectively the janitor.
Many years ago, I worked as a barman. Part of my duties were cleaning the toilets at the end of the night but also ensuring they were clean and well stocked with toilet paper and soap periodically during the shift.
Late one night, as we were closing, getting the last customers out and starting the cleanup, a young woman who had not been in the bar came in and asked to use the toilet. I said that was fine and pointed her to the ladies and she went in. She was early to mid 20s, with long brown hair, a nice pleasant face with glasses, was of average height and slim build, wearing jeans.
I was clearing up where possible and had my mop and bucket ready. She was in the toilet for a while, at least 10 minutes, so she was clearly taking a dump. It was a relatively small toilet with two cubicles and I didn't want to crowd her by going in cleaning the other one so I waited for her to finish. She came out eventually and looked very relieved. She gave me a cute, knowing look and smile which I returned, and said thanks, and we each said good night. She left, disappeared into the night and I never saw her again.
When I went in to clean the toilets, it was clear she had used the one nearest the door. There was no major smell and the toilet was fine, and some toilet paper she wiped her ass with hadn't flushed away, and was floating there with a thick, brown poo streak on it. Seemed like she had done a big poo with a
Saturday, August 30, 2025
Zane
Zane
Hello again Toiletstool!
I have another buddy dump story involving my family friends' 10-year-old kiddo, Andy.
We were at youth group, playing a board game with four other kiddos. Andy stood up and urgently said, "I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."
When he was gone over five minutes, I figured he was having a difficult poop. He didn't have a phone at the time, so I couldn't think of another reason he would be gone so long, lol. After roughly 10 minutes, he returned to our game looking somewhat relieved.
After youth group, I had planned to bring him for ice cream in our grocery store town, a 30-minute drive from the youth center, but only 20 minutes from his house. I had felt a small urge to poop shortly before leaving, but I figured it could wait.
Since we hadn't visited this specific ice cream parlor in quite some time, we both decided to go all out. Each of us ordered an affagato: two shots of espresso poured over two scoops of ice cream, topped off with a huge chocolate chip cookie!
Shortly after enjoying our overindulgent treat, I knew I'd need a restroom soon. As soon as we stepped out of the ice cream parlor, Andy quickly announced, "I have to go to the bathroom!" and started walking toward another store.
I quickly stopped him, "Wait a minute, buddy. I need to go too. I know someplace with more than one toilet."
We made the short 2-minute drive to the swimming beach. Being a spring evening, the park was completely deserted, but the restrooms were open.
This restroom has three toilet stalls. I walked past the first stall, taking the middle, and directed Andy into the large stall. We both latched our doors. I quickly pulled down my pants and sat down on the standard-height toilet. Andy took a few more moments to sit down, since his toilet was super tall.
One peculiar detail about this restroom: The walls behind the toilets were extremely reflective. Andy and I could clearly see each other sitting on the toilet. We happened to glance at each other at the exact same time, and just laughed and waved. We are like family at this point so honestly, we wouldn't even need stall doors.
With his feet unable to touch the floor, Andy was struggling to get into his "airplane crash position" on this particularly tall toilet. I'm sure being kinda pudgy made things even more difficult for him. Poor guy!
I asked, "Are you good buddy?"
He replied, "I'm fine."
He finally got settled into a more traditional poop position, leaning slightly forward, arms folded across his stomach. He began with his usual grunts and toots. I started pooping almost immediately. It was one long snake, followed by a few smaller pieces. Andy and chatted the entire time, about summer plans and the beach.
I felt cleaned out fairly quickly, and I wiped right away, but decided to stay and chat with him, so he didn't feel rushed. We continued our buddy dump chat, with Andy going, "unngh" or "uhmm" mid-sentence every few moments, usually paired with a toot or two.
After a few minutes, Andy stopped talking completely and began to bear down. The restrooms was completely silent at this point. I didn't hear any more toots, but he would give a soft grunt every few seconds. After a couple minutes, I began to hear what I could only describe as a "butthole opening sound"...then a small crackle, followed by, plip..plip..ploop...PLOP. He was actually pooping! Yay for Andy! His poop smell quickly filled the restroom. He gave a few more soft grunts and toots, then started pulling toilet paper. He wiped 3 times, inspecting the paper each time. I imagine it must have been a fairly, "stealth plop" type poop for him, being somewhat backed up.
I flushed when he flushed, and left my stall when he left his. We walked over to the sinks, washed out hands, and walked out.
"I feel sooooo..muuuchhh..better!"
Andy said with a sigh of relief.
I laughed, "Me too, buddy! Me too."
He said, "My stomach was hurting really bad, and my mom always tells me, just go poop, and it works."
Thanks for reading!
-Zane
Gemma
First few weeks in dorms with Jess
As I have written in the past, myself and Jess became good friends owing to our stomach issues, we both went to Uni together and ended up staying in the same halls. We were in effect neighbours, both had rooms to ourselves but communal bathrooms. I was thrilled but accepted I had to learn to use them, admittedly I'd planned to get up at 5am on the day I needed to number 2 so I'd have the bathroom to myself for at least an hour to do what I had to do.
Well we all know in those circumstances we get constipated, I'm always constipated anyway so for the first 2 weeks I didn't need to go but I was thinking I needed to by week 3 so I set my alarm for the following day. I was in my room and then a knock at the door, it was Jess, this was about 10pm. I let her in and she was almost crying, really upset, I asked what was wrong to which she showed me her stomach, it was really bloated. I by now knew what that meant and explained I'd set my alarm to try and do it myself, Jess begged me to go with her then and there. I agreed, locked up and went to the bathroom. There were 4 stalls and opposite 4 showers, sinks to one side. As we walked in I heard a stall slam and lock, russel of toilet paper and a sigh, I asked Jess if she wanted to come back later and she mouthed she can't, it needs to be now. I wasn't comfortable but I said ok for support and we left a stall, Jess took the next one and me the furthest. I lined the seat and I assume Jess did the same and we both sat down, the girl who got in first just finished her wee as both me and Jess started. I then realised the girl hadn't moved by the time we'd all finish and we were sat in silence.
After some time Jess messaged me asking if I thought the girl was still there, I replied yes and the silence continued. Jess suddenly gasped as we sat there and the girl on the end sighed. There was some heavy breathing from girl and a massive thud, it must have been huge, I and Jess continued in silence, the girl the apologised that she couldn't hold it and had to go. I said we're in for the same thing to which Jess in a strained voice said can we be quiet please as she needed to concentrate.
Jess then grunts and strains and plop.. so at this point I thought what the heck and joined in, the girl on the end then lets out another one thud and starts wiping. Jess and I sit there with the occasional strained noise and plop as we do our usual rabbit pellets. The girl said goodbye and washed her hands and left, meanwhile I and Jess continued for about an hour and a half, little tiny plops. Jess finished first and sat waiting, I finish and we washed up together and went back to our rooms
Darlene
Re: Urgency vs Relief Question
I remember having chipotle for lunch and then taco bell much later. No surprise there when I ended up doing a bigger poop than normal when I first woke up. It just kept coming for the last 5 minutes or so. I just continued to scroll on my phone while all of this was going on. After I was finished, I wiped myself front to back then flushed twice and showered afterwards.
I also started improving on my water intake and also felt like I pee way more forcefully and longer than normal and more frequently. I drink like eight glasses a day and maybe might have a beer or two after work. I'll have to post more of my famous beer pisses on here as they are definitely huge. Like overflowing a pitcher..
Anna Beth
Yesterday's Poop
Well it was a doozy!
It wasn't because I was sick or constipated. Rather, the break room toilet broke.
I did a really big poop that broke into four pieces and followed it with a few plops. But it was a clean wipe. When I went to pull the handle I heard a pop and the toilet would not flush. I had to get my boss, which was soooooo embarrassing!
He looked at it and was able to remove the lid and pull the chain from the inside of the tank. But he had to call a plumber to fix it.
So my boss saw my big poop!
Norm
A Year On
A few days ago, I was sitting on a toilet in a local department store, having unloaded a nice, big refreshing dump. While i was relaxing for a moment and enjoying the relief before wiping my ass, I realised it's about a year since an incident while I was sitting having a poo on this same toilet led me to this site and my first post here. That time, I had taken a dump, was nearly finished wiping my ass when some guy opened the door which I thought I had locked but hadn't and he saw me sitting on the toilet. He was a bit indignant and his attitude was poor in hindsight as I had to lean off the toilet to pull the door shut again as it opened outwards, and he was staring at me across the floor in the store after. I haven't seen him since thankfully, or dwelled on any of it, but finding this site, posting, and reading others' stories here has been great.
Strangely, recently a similar thing happened the other way around. I was in a local coffee shop and there was a pretty young brunette woman sitting near us. She had gone out to the unisex toilets and a while later I needed a wee before we left. The first cubicle was taken, and I thought the next one was free and pushed the door in but she was inside. She was sitting on the toilet, but I didn't see much just the top of her head really. I apologised and she did as well but didn't need to. I was a bit embarrassed and I presume she was, but she was nice about it and it was all fine.
Just thought I would share that. Thanks, this site is therapeutic and helpful. Hope all your evacuations go well today!
Thursday, August 28, 2025
Urgency vs Relief Question
Hi everyone, I had an dxperience a while back that raises an interestion question for the people on this forum.
Many months ago, I started making an active effort to improve my health, which included eating healthier and drinking more water. I recall a day where I was doing really good with my water intake, and I got the urge to pee around mid-afternoon. It was a very comfortable urge, and I didn't feel any rush to get to a bathroom, but it had been about 2 1/2 hours since I las peed and I wasn't busy so I decided to just go.
I walked into the bathroom, got to the toilet and let go, expecting to not have to pee a whole lot since it didn't feel very urgent. To my surprise, I started peeing a lot more forcefully than I expected to. The stream lasted maybe 20 seconds, and it felt really good. I flushed and left like normal when I was done.
On to my question: We all know the feeling of being desperate to pee/poop and how relieving it is to finally be able to go. But, does anyone else feel like it's MORE relieving when you don't have to go that bad but it's a bigger release than you expected? Like when you barely have to pee but it lasts a while, or you hardly need to poop but it's a really big one that doesn't need a lot of effort?
Mina
P S to Kimi
Dear Kimi,
Of course you must make a priority to your studies. You can tell us more lovely poo stories after your exams!!
Love from Mina + 3
Taylor
A friend in need is a friend indeed
I was shopping with my friend, Rebecca today. Becky is a truly amazing woman, not letting being in a wheelchair stop her from doing what she wants to do. I was pushing her along in her wheelchair and as we passed the shopping centres toilets she gestured to me.
"Taylor I need to go to the toilet, like go go." I knew 'go go' could only mean one thing.
"Can you help me please? I can go by myself but it is so much easier with help" I was more than happy to help and we went into the disabled toilets together.
Becky lifted herself up off the chair and I helped pull down her clothes and she slid over onto the toilet. She started peeing immediately the moment she sat down so I am sure she was very desperate and then I waited for her to take care of the other end. She peed for a long time and as the tinkle died away she flashed me a shy smile as I heard a squeaky fart. She was going! There was only a few seconds silence before I heard a loud splash immediately followed by another and she sighed. "Sorry, I'll try to be quick" I told her it was perfectly fine and for her to take as long as she needed and I patiently waited for her to do what she needed to do. After about a minute I heard a thud, her log landing on top of another and she took some toilet paper to wipe with. Her face tensed up as she pushed and I heard a barrage of plops and splashes before she started wiping herself. She needed five handfuls to clean up and she pressed the handle to flush with her elbow before looking back to me with a smile. She lifted herself up off the seat and I helped her pull up her underwear and leggings then helped her back into her chair. She mouthed "Thank you" and she washed her hands before we carried on with our day.
Mina
Some answers and a story
Dear Iris,
We are sorry we can't advice to you. Because we are very different! We are never nervous about defecating, and we happily defecate in front of our crushes.
But we are keeping fingers crossing for you. We are happy that you managed to pee. When you finally have to poo, we hope your cousins will be kind and understanding, when they see you are so nervous.
Dear Kimi,
Another beautiful story! Thank you! We really enjoy to read about the adventures of beautiful medium butt. Mina never write with sitting on the loo and defecating interminable, because she needs her dictionary and vocabulary notebook. We admire that you can write and defecate in a same time. and it was nice to see that you did a very lots, because that is just like us, our bowel motions are unbelievable huge because we eat like tyrannosaurus. But because we also defecate like tyrannosaurus, we don't get fat, touch the wood.
My mother said that when she was very young, toilets in trains were squat style, and wee and poo dropped onto railway line below train. Hisae had experience to defecate in Japanese bullet train but her toilet was sitting style. One Japanese novelist wrote story about Japanese young woman who travelled from Osaka to Tokyo to get married and on the train she was a diarrhoea, so she had to squat on train toilet long time and many times because in those days train was slow and time was nine hours.
Tuesday last week Hisae and Mina had amazing time in beige loo. (Maho and Kazuko pooped in green loo.) We now poo before we do makeup, because we sometimes cry and often kiss, not good for makeup. Hisae sat down, lean forward so Mina could watch her. She dropped one large sausage, about 25 cm long. Then she gave loud o-nara (fart) and her beautiful bottom opened wide. Turd came...and came and came and came. Maybe Chae defecating non stop for nearly 20 seconds!! Her turd was a bit soft, not very soft, and how long we don't know, maybe nearly a metre. It curled round and round changing direction sometimes when it reached loo water. So look like snake!!
"Chae, you have to stop."
"I can't stop." But finally she stopped. So Mina could flush. When we flush, motion girl always stands, so we can close toilet lid. That is for prevent disease. But when Hisae stands after her defecate, Mina always feel envy envy envy. because her bottom is so beautiful, two perfect melons!! Mina want bottom like that.
After flush Hisae sat down again and dropped two brown bananas, then three brown lemons, then many brown strawberries, then finish. Mina getting impatient because Hisae sitting on toilet more than ten minutes, and Mina's bottom saying threat things to Mina. But finally Hisae finished, and because Mina was hurry, she dried Hisae's bottom with beginning her defecate. Then Hisae turned round so she could kiss to Mina long long kiss.
Mina hoped to produce snake long of one metre like Hisae but the God was not kind to Mina. Her snake broke to many pieces. Plop plop plop plop plop.... "Wow Minappé. How many you are pushing out??? You have to stop!!" (Hisae stopped kiss to say this words.)
"I can't stop..."
Plop, plop, splat, splat, splat.... But finally Mina succeed to take a break. She stood up, Hisae closed toilet lid and flushed, with saying, "Minappé your bubble butt is most beautiful bubble butt in while world."
That flattery is very pants. Why Chae say such a nonsense? Mina sat down again, and resume plop plop splat, more and more. "Minappé, beautiful." Like you say Kimi, under our big butt is beautiful artwork!! (In both cases, very very large beautiful artwork.) Mina gave to Hisae long long kiss. But kiss and defecate in same time is not easy.
So MIna also sat ten minutes, actually nearly fifteen, then washed her bottom and Hisae dried it. But we are early bird so we have time for makeup, and also dressing, because it is very hot now so our la ba ba is birthday suit. Then we met Maho and Kazuko outside flat and went to work together. Looking at eyes of Maho and Kazuko, we immediately know that they also had great time on toilet together. We can always know by their eyes. We don't work same office (Maho and Kazuko do) but we use same train station.
Kimi, you are right. La ba ba is most relaxed thing in life! We always looking forward to next la ba ba! We hope you will have wonderful la ba ba every time you need, and admire your beautiful artwork every time. We all four of us send you our warmest love.
And love to all people this site.
Chakamami Family
Adam
Post Title (optional)On the Tube
Hi all.
Just reminded me of something i saw on the Underground(Tube) in London.I went to visit my mothers sister my aunt in London.She suggested that my cousin some years older than me took me into town to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace.When we were going home we of course caught the Tube.It was very busy.I got a seat on the longitudal seat backing onto the windows as they all are on the Tube.My cousin got a seat opposite.After a few stops a youth got on aged about 18 or 19.He had to stand and hung onto the grab rail near the doors with one hand.He looked pensive and kept looking at the stations we were going through.He kept biting his finger nail with the hand he had free.He kept turning sideways and then back.He was obviously in a rush to get off.Suddenly his black trousers bulged at his bottom and i realised why he looked so worried he desperately needed a shit.Of course it was too late and he had an accident.It must have been quite a cloddy dollup.Obviously holding it all day at work.Well he must have figured he could get home for a nice comfortable private shit but it overgot him before he got home and he lost complete control as he stood there.He got off at the next station and we got off as well to change trains.We were behind him as he went up the escalator.Half way up he put his hand on his bottom and felt his creation nestling there.He disappeared at the way out point because we were going for another train and not leaving tbe station.My cousin and other passengers were not aware because everyone in London is wrapped up in their own business.
I thought to myself well hes'got some extra washiing to do now when he gets home poor guy.I hope he lives alone so he doesn't have an embarressing confrontation over his messy kecks at home.Cor blimey as they say in London.
Adam
STEPHEN . P
Two days ago Wednesday I caught the 12;00 AM bus to town then went into all you can each after eating a large amount and two pints of Guinness which took three hours I paid bill then left to catch bus back home on way went into a pub and had another pint of Guinness.
One hour later I caught the bus home . The bus dropped me three hundred yards from my house . I walked into the field to wee . A lot of piles of poop were on the ground so had to look for a suitable spot. I took of my trainers ,shorts and pants the squatted down hoping I would poop as well as a wee. I had a wee then I stood up then squatted again I pushed several times the stood up for a few minutes before squatting for a third time then squatted again I had a wee the began pooping,I managed to do a small pile before wiping then dressed and continued home had a glass of lemon juice and sat in garden.
Six am I went in house to bedroom then went to sleep I woke a few times for a wee then at 06;30 alarm woke me had a wee then went downstairs. had a quick wash brushed my teeth filled kettle tea bag into mugs with milk . suddenly I had to do a NUMBER TOO URGENTLY so went into garage lifted lid on the THETFORD 66 foot onto slide then sat down Immediately I started a NUMBER TOO WHICH TOOK TEN MINUTES !!.I reached over and grabbed the box of KIMBERLY CLARK INTER LEAVED toilet paper and wiped,then dressed flushed then back to kitchen
At 2 pm I drove van to GYM as I was getting out I had to poop again I pulled the pottie from the locker and used it for another NUMBER TOO which this time was four minutes before wiping.
This morning I had breakfast washed brushed my teeth went to the village stores bought a lottery ticket then went into shed and used the THETFORD 66 had a NUMBER TOO which took four minutes wiped with ELSAN BLUE toilet paper
Stranger
Has anyone had a poo next to a complete and utter stranger, and I don't mean on a toilet with a divider between.
A friend of mine was recently driving back from Manchester to London when the traffic had stopped because of an accident. She eventually became desperate for a poo, but was too embarrassed to climb up the embankment to the hedges and bushes. After a while she said the desperation became too much, and she got out of the car, when the lady behind her shouted to her, " are you going where I think you're going?" I said I was, she said, can I come with you, I'm too embarrassed to go alone, with all these people knowing exactly what I'm up to. Apparently the two of them together went up the embankment, skirts up, knickers down, and together had a satisfying poo! They even shared tissues. I didn't ask how close they were, or if they had a sneaky peek at each other.
Tricky
Desert Dump, Pt 2
Some hours later, we stopped at a gas station still some 130 miles from the job site. My co-worker now needed the restroom. Like me, she drinks a lot of water and pees a lot. I also felt the beginning stages of movement, as if I'd finally be able to take a long-awaited and overdue poop.
An obese middle-aged latina clerk with dyed-blonde hair, painted-on eyebrows, and thick lipstick, eyed me as I entered, my book in hand for reading material which I was reading in the car, and watched me look around the entire store for the Mens' room. She politely asked me, "Do you need the restroom?"
I responded, "Yes."
She pointed to an unmarked door by the back and said, "Over there, mijo."
My coworker entered the store and followed me in through the door.
We went into a hallway, with doors to indicated Mens' and Womens' rooms, and each took our respective restrooms. The Mens' room had a single bowl-style urinal next to an open toilet less than two feet apart, with only a shallow partition between them, sinks/mirrors on the opposite side of the toilet, and no lock on the outside door. The room was a bit of a mess, with a sizable yellow puddle of pee on the floor underneath the urinal, toilet paper scattered all over the floor, graffiti all over the walls, and the inside of the sit-down toilet's bowl coated with a generous layer of brown fecal smears. In spite of this, the toilet seat appeared clean upon inspection. This would have to do.
This was intended to be a multi-user room, so I resigned myself to the fact that if anyone came in, I'd have an audience and zero privacy. Oh well, far from the first time. I could feel my lower GI tract twinge as if it was finally about to expel solid waste. In anticipation for the epic battle with my colon ready to start, I lowered my slacks all the way down to try to get as comfortable as possible, readied my reading material and dress shirt on my lap to cover my private, and looked forward to this much-needed relief, in spite of being presented with this otherwise undesirable restroom arrangement fully lacking privacy. I was intent on pooping here come Hell or highwater and wanted to get it out, even if I had to sit on this toilet for a long time. I didn't care if anyone walked in and saw me on the crapper with my pants and underwear down at my feet, as that already happened many times before in my life including just a few hours ago at the dollar store. Normally, in a doorless stall, I'd sit with my pants at my upper legs, but the large size of the book gave me more than adequate coverage, and I'm much more comfortable trying to push out a big turd and sit for an extended period with my pants all the way down, than pulling them up to my upper legs. With my pants all the way down, I'm better able to maneuver all of my muscles as needed to get that extra few percent of flexibility needed to push it all out and it also provides for a much easier wiping experience.
I sat on the toilet loudly farting, amplified by the toilet bowl as I sat with my hairless legs and boy-smooth ass fully exposed and dress pants at my socks, book and dress shirt covering my privates. I sat there, relaxed, with a slight closed smile in great anticipation of finally getting this all out of my system.
Within about 5 minutes, three people came in at once to take turns to pee, all three middle aged Mexican men, all dressed like construction workers. It sounded like I was pooping out diarrhea to any observer, but I only wished I actually was pooping out anything at all as I sat. Nothing solid or liquid was coming out while my posterior generated lots of loud and awkward noise reminiscent of a trumpet each time I gently strained and pushed. With each fart, I could feel the pressure finally ease on my insides. The laborers were obviously uncomfortable seeing me on the can exposed like this, as I sat looking like a well-dressed and attractive teenaged schoolboy, making these rude noises, only my book on my lap for privacy, comfortably reading and in my own world as if there was absolutely nothing abnormal about the fact that I appeared to be defecating in full open view of strangers without privacy, and enjoying it. They put great effort into averting their gaze from me, as the first used the urinal standing right next to me, and the other two waited in line turning to face the entrance until their turn to piss came. It was much more awkward for them than me, but I was very used to doorless stalls and open toilets at this point as I'd used them many times before.
Finally, much anticipated movement.
*ploop* *FWERRRR-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
It wasn't much, but I felt it splash my butthole. Rather disappointing. I'm sure they heard it as they were very quick to leave and didn't even wash their hands, obviously not wanting to have to watch me on the toilet through the mirror either. I thought the whole scene was hilarious, other than the fact that not much poop was coming out of me yet.
Minutes passed. No more solids moved, just gas. I felt slightly better, regardless. I continued pushing, straining, farting, hoping I could poop out the Shitzilla I could still feel rampaging around in my gut and roaring like a monster with the sounds of obvious peristalsis and excessive flatulence.
About 10 minutes later, another man opened the door as I was letting out a loud, bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart. He was a younger white man in his 20s, also appearing to be a construction worker or oil field worker.
*ROMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-T* *ploop*
He saw me sitting on the toilet exposed, reading, calm and confident, as I felt another small piece drop out. With a shocked voice at seeing me there, he remarked with exclamation, "Oh shit! Sorry kiddo."
I looked over at him, we locked eyes, and said, "I don't mind. Go on ahead."
I felt like a really big poop was finally crowning and pushed as hard as I could.
*BRAAA-p-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-T* *bloopt*
Another bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart came out followed by another hard but small piece of poop. Hardly any poop came out, but it legit sounded like I had diarrhea.
Upon hearing that noise and perhaps seeing me strain as my knees spread out and quivered during a very high-effort push, he immediately turned around and walked out. This was obviously too awkward for him. It was no secret what I was doing and there was zero privacy here.
More minutes passed, maybe another 10 or so, as I kept farting and nothing more came out. I checked my phone for the time. I'd already been in there for 30 minutes. We were running out of time and had to get to the job site in a a bit over 2 hours. While looking at my phone, I got a knock on the door and saw it crack open. It was the clerk.
With a bit of annoyance and impatience, she yelled, "Are you about done in there? I'm about to do a scheduled cleaning."
I let out more gas, echoing about the bowl...
*brrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
...as I told her, "I'll need a few minutes."
She yelled, "Kid, you've been in there for more than 30 minutes! Are you playing with yourself in there!? If you're not out in the next 5, I don't give a rat's ass if you're done or not, I'm coming in!"
The door shut. I took her threat seriously and that was my cue to leave. Nothing substantial was happening, and she made the situation that much more awkward. I wiped and it was clean on the first pass. In the toilet bowl were three golfball-sized nuggets of dense, compacted, light-green poop. It wasn't hardly anything. I flushed, washed my hands, and left, feeling slightly better from getting rid of all of that gas and a little bit of solids, but still very disappointed that I didn't actually get it out. It still FELT like I had to poop urgently after I got off the toilet. The mass proved immovable, and it was going to come out when it was ready, regardless of what I wanted.
The rude clerk was awkwardly eyeing me as I purchased some more water and some snacks. For the length of time I was in there, she knew I was sitting on the toilet. As the employee tasked with cleaning it, she also knew at least 4 other people saw me sitting on it due to lack of privacy in the room, and she definitely heard me fart while seated when she waited outside the door. It was as if I broke some sort of taboo by being comfortable enough to sit in a doorless stall for such a long and leisurely #2 session, reading a book, with random strangers watching me use the toilet. She knew why I was in there, yet knew I didn't at all seem bothered by it, and I think that weirded her out. Given her comment, she probably thought I was sitting there for the fun of it trying to be seen on purpose. Which explains why she rushed me. But in truth, I was just trying to poop and there was nothing more to it.
Getting back to the car, my coworker remarked with unconcealed embarrassment, "The Womens' room was missing stall doors. I had to wait for everyone to leave before I could go. I'm going to make a guess that the Mens' room doesn't have doors either."
I responded, "Nope. No doors. Not even a stall, really."
She then recounted, "I saw some guy complaining to the cashier about having to see you sitting on the toilet. That explains that. They need to put some doors up. That's disgusting!"
Without hesitation, having loathed doorless stalls and open toilets in my past, and still very much preferring shitting in privacy versus shitting in the open, I said "I agree."
She continued, "I also complained about lack of doors in the Womens'. She told me she didn't own the place, and it isn't her problem. She said there's still a private restroom for employees, so it's all OSHA legal. She wouldn't let me use it, and I had to go. Luckily no one came in."
I showed her the bag, "I bought some snacks."
She then asked, "Worked up an appetite now? You were in there long enough. You must feel a lot better."
With disappointment, I answered, "Not really. I tried to go, and almost nothing came out."
She then said, seemingly traumatized by her restroom visit, "I wouldn't be able to either. That's got to super embarrassing to be forced to go in front of strangers like that. Is that why you couldn't go?"
It wasn't the fact that I was in a doorless stall that made me unable to poop. The conversation was also now beyond awkward, but I decided to continue it, since my predicament had been dominating our conversation for this road trip as it was, me revealing ever more details about just how bad my situation was, mostly due to all of my uncontrollable farting and long and frequent bathroom stops, with nothing substantial happening no matter what I tried.
I had to correct her. "I've been using doorless stalls since middle school. They don't bother me anymore. I've used them 20+ times by now, usually with other people in the room. I'm not embarrassed at that anymore like I was when I was a kid."
With surprise, she remarked, "Really!? This is the first time I've ever used one, and I waited for everyone to leave. Never again. Next time, I'll hold it."
Not thinking about appropriateness given that we were merely coworkers/friends, not a couple, I continued where I left off and got graphic about my situation out of frustration, "There's pounds of poop backed up in me and it won't budge. Right now I feel like a giant constrictor snake that's been digesting a pig for 3 months and it's ready to involuntarily exit at any time without warning. I think I'm about to take a very an epic and messy shit at any time, and it's not going to give me much warning."
Not expecting that response, with both amusement and disgust, slight laughter mixed with anger, she said "Too much information!"
I apologized, "Sorry. You had to ask, and that's the truth. I won't be able to hold it when it wants to come out, and I wish I could just get it over with. My insides hurt and I've been feeling like I badly need to go all day, but I still can't."
She paused, now concerned again, "So what are you going to do? Do you want to try to go again before we leave?"
We were running out of time. The meeting was at noon, only 2 hours from now, the speed limit was 70 mph, and we still had to drive another 130 miles.
I explained, "We'll be late if we wait around any longer. The clerk also rushed me off the toilet to clean the Mens' room and I'll have to wait for her to finish."
My coworker then said, "You should try to go one more time, okay?"
I left the car and went back in. The clerk had both Mens' and Womens' doors propped open and was mopping the Mens' room. I asked her, "I need to use it again."
With a bit of frustration, she yelled, "You're going to have to wait for me to finish!"
I asked her, "How long will that take?"
She yelled, "10 minutes!"
Defeated, I returned to the car. I told my coworker, "She's cleaning it and told me another 10 minutes. Lets just go."
She then exclaimed, "Not good, <my name omitted>!"
I continued, "That place was a mess anyway. She probably thinks I made a big mess of the toilet that she's cleaning, but it was bad before I got there. It is unfortunate that the laxative hasn't worked yet. I can't stand this anymore. I'll try to go first thing when we get to the meeting."
She warned me, "Are you sure!? There's nowhere else to stop until we get to the oil field. Are you absolutely sure you'll be okay?"
I explained, "No, but I don't know what else I can do. It could be hours before the laxative works."
We left. My fate was now sealed.
To be continued in Pt 3.
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Last night had another Sunday poop in the campervan undressed then slept in van had a wee twice once when I woke up,went into house made two mugs of coffee put on lawn then went to bedroom and collected the OAKLEAF bedpan from the bedroom.
Today is forecast to be hot I drank the coffee then went back to house and made another two then returned to the garden.I pulled down my shorts and pants then sat on the bedpan and sipped my coffee after ten minutes had the urge for a BM.I finished the coffee the need to poop was now was now nessasary ,leaned forward and pushed had a wee then pooped.
I sat another ten minutes going NUMBER TOO the results of eating a lot of fruit from the garden. I got off the pan and slid myself forward dragging myself to clean my bum,then dressed took the pan to the bonfire and emptied ,washed under the water butt then left to dry.
p .
Tricky
Desert Dump, Pt 2
Some hours later, we stopped at a gas station still some 130 miles from the job site. My co-worker now needed the restroom. Like me, she drinks a lot of water and pees a lot. I also felt the beginning stages of movement, as if I'd finally be able to take a long-awaited and overdue poop.
An obese middle-aged latina clerk with dyed-blonde hair, painted-on eyebrows, and thick lipstick, eyed me as I entered, my book in hand for reading material which I was reading in the car, and watched me look around the entire store for the Mens' room. She politely asked me, "Do you need the restroom?"
I responded, "Yes."
She pointed to an unmarked door by the back and said, "Over there, mijo."
My coworker entered the store and followed me in through the door.
We went into a hallway, with doors to indicated Mens' and Womens' rooms, and each took our respective restrooms. The Mens' room had a single bowl-style urinal next to an open toilet less than two feet apart, with only a shallow partition between them, sinks/mirrors on the opposite side of the toilet, and no lock on the outside door. The room was a bit of a mess, with a sizable yellow puddle of pee on the floor underneath the urinal, toilet paper scattered all over the floor, graffiti all over the walls, and the inside of the sit-down toilet's bowl coated with a generous layer of brown fecal smears. In spite of this, the toilet seat appeared clean upon inspection. This would have to do.
This was intended to be a multi-user room, so I resigned myself to the fact that if anyone came in, I'd have an audience and zero privacy. Oh well, far from the first time. I could feel my lower GI tract twinge as if it was finally about to expel solid waste. In anticipation for the epic battle with my colon ready to start, I lowered my slacks all the way down to try to get as comfortable as possible, readied my reading material and dress shirt on my lap to cover my private, and looked forward to this much-needed relief, in spite of being presented with this otherwise undesirable restroom arrangement fully lacking privacy. I was intent on pooping here come Hell or highwater and wanted to get it out, even if I had to sit on this toilet for a long time. I didn't care if anyone walked in and saw me on the crapper with my pants and underwear down at my feet, as that already happened many times before in my life including just a few hours ago at the dollar store. Normally, in a doorless stall, I'd sit with my pants at my upper legs, but the large size of the book gave me more than adequate coverage, and I'm much more comfortable trying to push out a big turd and sit for an extended period with my pants all the way down, than pulling them up to my upper legs. With my pants all the way down, I'm better able to maneuver all of my muscles as needed to get that extra few percent of flexibility needed to push it all out and it also provides for a much easier wiping experience.
I sat on the toilet loudly farting, amplified by the toilet bowl as I sat with my hairless legs and boy-smooth ass fully exposed and dress pants at my socks, book and dress shirt covering my privates. I sat there, relaxed, with a slight closed smile in great anticipation of finally getting this all out of my system.
Within about 5 minutes, three people came in at once to take turns to pee, all three middle aged Mexican men, all dressed like construction workers. It sounded like I was pooping out diarrhea to any observer, but I only wished I actually was pooping out anything at all as I sat. Nothing solid or liquid was coming out while my posterior generated lots of loud and awkward noise reminiscent of a trumpet each time I gently strained and pushed. With each fart, I could feel the pressure finally ease on my insides. The laborers were obviously uncomfortable seeing me on the can exposed like this, as I sat looking like a well-dressed and attractive teenaged schoolboy, making these rude noises, only my book on my lap for privacy, comfortably reading and in my own world as if there was absolutely nothing abnormal about the fact that I appeared to be defecating in full open view of strangers without privacy, and enjoying it. They put great effort into averting their gaze from me, as the first used the urinal standing right next to me, and the other two waited in line turning to face the entrance until their turn to piss came. It was much more awkward for them than me, but I was very used to doorless stalls and open toilets at this point as I'd used them many times before.
Finally, much anticipated movement.
*ploop* *FWERRRR-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
It wasn't much, but I felt it splash my butthole. Rather disappointing. I'm sure they heard it as they were very quick to leave and didn't even wash their hands, obviously not wanting to have to watch me on the toilet through the mirror either. I thought the whole scene was hilarious, other than the fact that not much poop was coming out of me yet.
Minutes passed. No more solids moved, just gas. I felt slightly better, regardless. I continued pushing, straining, farting, hoping I could poop out the Shitzilla I could still feel rampaging around in my gut and roaring like a monster with the sounds of obvious peristalsis and excessive flatulence.
About 10 minutes later, another man opened the door as I was letting out a loud, bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart. He was a younger white man in his 20s, also appearing to be a construction worker or oil field worker.
*ROMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-T* *ploop*
He saw me sitting on the toilet exposed, reading, calm and confident, as I felt another small piece drop out. With a shocked voice at seeing me there, he remarked with exclamation, "Oh shit! Sorry kiddo."
I looked over at him, we locked eyes, and said, "I don't mind. Go on ahead."
I felt like a really big poop was finally crowning and pushed as hard as I could.
*BRAAA-p-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-T* *bloopt*
Another bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart came out followed by another hard but small piece of poop. Hardly any poop came out, but it legit sounded like I had diarrhea.
Upon hearing that noise and perhaps seeing me strain as my knees spread out and quivered during a very high-effort push, he immediately turned around and walked out. This was obviously too awkward for him. It was no secret what I was doing and there was zero privacy here.
More minutes passed, maybe another 10 or so, as I kept farting and nothing more came out. I checked my phone for the time. I'd already been in there for 30 minutes. We were running out of time and had to get to the job site in a a bit over 2 hours. While looking at my phone, I got a knock on the door and saw it crack open. It was the clerk.
With a bit of annoyance and impatience, she yelled, "Are you about done in there? I'm about to do a scheduled cleaning."
I let out more gas, echoing about the bowl...
*brrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
...as I told her, "I'll need a few minutes."
She yelled, "Kid, you've been in there for more than 30 minutes! Are you playing with yourself in there!? If you're not out in the next 5, I don't give a rat's ass if you're done or not, I'm coming in!"
The door shut. I took her threat seriously and that was my cue to leave. Nothing substantial was happening, and she made the situation that much more awkward. I wiped and it was clean on the first pass. In the toilet bowl were three golfball-sized nuggets of dense, compacted, light-green poop. It wasn't hardly anything. I flushed, washed my hands, and left, feeling slightly better from getting rid of all of that gas and a little bit of solids, but still very disappointed that I didn't actually get it out. It still FELT like I had to poop urgently after I got off the toilet. The mass proved immovable, and it was going to come out when it was ready, regardless of what I wanted.
The rude clerk was awkwardly eyeing me as I purchased some more water and some snacks. For the length of time I was in there, she knew I was sitting on the toilet. As the employee tasked with cleaning it, she also knew at least 4 other people saw me sitting on it due to lack of privacy in the room, and she definitely heard me fart while seated when she waited outside the door. It was as if I broke some sort of taboo by being comfortable enough to sit in a doorless stall for such a long and leisurely #2 session, reading a book, with random strangers watching me use the toilet. She knew why I was in there, yet knew I didn't at all seem bothered by it, and I think that weirded her out. Given her comment, she probably thought I was sitting there for the fun of it trying to be seen on purpose. Which explains why she rushed me. But in truth, I was just trying to poop and there was nothing more to it.
Getting back to the car, my coworker remarked with unconcealed embarrassment, "The Womens' room was missing stall doors. I had to wait for everyone to leave before I could go. I'm going to make a guess that the Mens' room doesn't have doors either."
I responded, "Nope. No doors. Not even a stall, really."
She then recounted, "I saw some guy complaining to the cashier about having to see you sitting on the toilet. That explains that. They need to put some doors up. That's disgusting!"
Without hesitation, having loathed doorless stalls and open toilets in my past, and still very much preferring shitting in privacy versus shitting in the open, I said "I agree."
She continued, "I also complained about lack of doors in the Womens'. She told me she didn't own the place, and it isn't her problem. She said there's still a private restroom for employees, so it's all OSHA legal. She wouldn't let me use it, and I had to go. Luckily no one came in."
I showed her the bag, "I bought some snacks."
She then asked, "Worked up an appetite now? You were in there long enough. You must feel a lot better."
With disappointment, I answered, "Not really. I tried to go, and almost nothing came out."
She then said, seemingly traumatized by her restroom visit, "I wouldn't be able to either. That's got to super embarrassing to be forced to go in front of strangers like that. Is that why you couldn't go?"
It wasn't the fact that I was in a doorless stall that made me unable to poop. The conversation was also now beyond awkward, but I decided to continue it, since my predicament had been dominating our conversation for this road trip as it was, me revealing ever more details about just how bad my situation was, mostly due to all of my uncontrollable farting and long and frequent bathroom stops, with nothing substantial happening no matter what I tried.
I had to correct her. "I've been using doorless stalls since middle school. They don't bother me anymore. I've used them 20+ times by now, usually with other people in the room. I'm not embarrassed at that anymore like I was when I was a kid."
With surprise, she remarked, "Really!? This is the first time I've ever used one, and I waited for everyone to leave. Never again. Next time, I'll hold it."
Not thinking about appropriateness given that we were merely coworkers/friends, not a couple, I continued where I left off and got graphic about my situation out of frustration, "There's pounds of poop backed up in me and it won't budge. Right now I feel like a giant constrictor snake that's been digesting a pig for 3 months and it's ready to involuntarily exit at any time without warning. I think I'm about to take a very an epic and messy shit at any time, and it's not going to give me much warning."
Not expecting that response, with both amusement and disgust, slight laughter mixed with anger, she said "Too much information!"
I apologized, "Sorry. You had to ask, and that's the truth. I won't be able to hold it when it wants to come out, and I wish I could just get it over with. My insides hurt and I've been feeling like I badly need to go all day, but I still can't."
She paused, now concerned again, "So what are you going to do? Do you want to try to go again before we leave?"
We were running out of time. The meeting was at noon, only 2 hours from now, the speed limit was 70 mph, and we still had to drive another 130 miles.
I explained, "We'll be late if we wait around any longer. The clerk also rushed me off the toilet to clean the Mens' room and I'll have to wait for her to finish."
My coworker then said, "You should try to go one more time, okay?"
I left the car and went back in. The clerk had both Mens' and Womens' doors propped open and was mopping the Mens' room. I asked her, "I need to use it again."
With a bit of frustration, she yelled, "You're going to have to wait for me to finish!"
I asked her, "How long will that take?"
She yelled, "10 minutes!"
Defeated, I returned to the car. I told my coworker, "She's cleaning it and told me another 10 minutes. Lets just go."
She then exclaimed, "Not good, <my name omitted>!"
I continued, "That place was a mess anyway. She probably thinks I made a big mess of the toilet that she's cleaning, but it was bad before I got there. It is unfortunate that the laxative hasn't worked yet. I can't stand this anymore. I'll try to go first thing when we get to the meeting."
She warned me, "Are you sure!? There's nowhere else to stop until we get to the oil field. Are you absolutely sure you'll be okay?"
I explained, "No, but I don't know what else I can do. It could be hours before the laxative works."
We left. My fate was now sealed.
To be continued in Pt 3.
To Adam
Great story about your mate having an accident in his tighty whities, was that the only time it happened to him. Did it ever happen to you as well?
B
What diapers? (In answer to carsfan)
I pretty much exclusively use tena ultima.
To give some background, much like the other neuroduvergent people here, I tend to be bad at knowing when I need to go, and how urgent that need is, so for the last five years or so I've been in nappies 24/7 because I got sick of dealing with wet & soiled clothing and furniture.
In my case, while wetting is an issue (and has become far more so since being in diapers full time), the main problem is pooping. Because of that I've tended to steer away from pull ups, because they're not great at containg the accident if I can't change immediately, and even if i can, trying to change a pull up filled with poop can be an absolute nightmare. By contrast, the Tenas can last several hours in the day, holding multiple wettings, and don't leak if I can't change a messy accident quickly. They also last a whole night, which is important depute to bedwetting issues.
I tend to keep a stock of both plastic backed and cloth backed versions, as its easier to untape the cloth back ones and use the toilet (which i try to do when I can), and are more discrete in terms of sound, while the plastic backed tend to be a little better at containing the smell of a messy accident, so are useful if I'm not sure ill be able to find somewhere to change immediately.
Denise
Update
Hey everyone!
Shout out to Tomtom, thanks for your message I appreciate hearing your thoughts. And shout out to Carsfan, thanks for sharing your accident story. I'm sorry it was so embarrassing for you. You know I can relate. I'm sorry we both had to find out the truth about pull ups the hard way, but I'm glad we're well protected now!
By the way, the first diaper I tried was a molicare but I have also tried Megamax. My partner is handling all that for me so I had to ask him, haha!
No real updates on my end, things are still going really well, thank goodness. I've travelled a few more times without incident and I'm still feeling really good :) the more interesting thing to report is I met up with a local women with ADHD support group!
I must say, despite my challenges hearing other people's stories almost made me grateful for mine, haha. Some people have had SUCH difficulty in other areas, like work and relationships and racking up debts and stuff. I know all that is difficult and embarrassing too, but these are also pretty common adult problems, you can find books and podcasts and all such about improving relationships or re-jigging finances, but there's no such industry about being an able-bodied adult who just doesn't always make it to the bathroom on time. Sigh. So, I was nervous going in - I wasn't sure anybody else could relate.
I decided to be brave though. We were chatting about hyperfocus and I decided this was my moment. I said sometimes my focus is so intense I miss body cues, like needing the bathroom and truth be told, I haven't always made it on time. There were some knowing nods, thank goodness! Turns out only two others have actually had accidents, but nearly everyone could relate to dashing to the bathroom now and then. We started swapping stories and I talked about wetting my pants after getting distracted in a graveyard because it's the most 'funny' or like, inoffensive story that we can kind of laugh at.
I noticed one girl (who definitely gave autism vibes) nodding along and looking embarrassed. Later, when some people had left, she and I got to chatting and she brought up the bathroom stuff again and how glad she was that I mentioned it. I had held back about pooping my pants because I know that's kind of, well, next level, but I wondered whether she might be holding something back too. So I decided to be brave again and just spill. I said 'you know it's one thing to wet your pants but it hasn't always just been pee for me, which is really embarrassing to admit'. Her eyes went wide and immediately she said 'me too!'.
As it turns out, she's only had one poop accident so far but oh goodness, it was a doozy. I'll share a short version here.
Basically, she was at a music festival and pooped her pants in line for the porta potties. Being distracted and a little overwhelmed by the crowds and music, she'd just neglected her body's signals until it was an emergency and then of course there's finding the toilets, waiting in line, and well - she just couldn't hold it. Even worse - it was the type of festival where people dress up and tend to do drugs, think Coachella type vibe. So she was wearing spandex shorts and it was super obvious that she'd pooed her pants badly - oh, how awful.
The worst part is, there were some well intentioned (probably stoned) girls in line who saw what happened (obviously!) and tried to help, but my friend was kind of in shock and was just standing there and didn't respond to them initially. So, they assumed she might've taken too many drugs and got the nearby first aid team to come over. She was sober, by the way, and finally reacted and was saying no I'm fine but then the first aiders were there and asking her questions and she was just standing there pants full of poop in front of huge lines of festival goers trying to explain she wasn't sick or high she'd just had an accident. She said by the end of it she was just in absolute tears, mortified about her accident but also having to explain herself in front of a long queue of strangers. The first aid people ended up taking her back to their area which had its own toilet and she was able to clean up there, but what an absolutely HIDEOUS ordeal!
Oh, and she was so humiliated she went straight home which was not easy, there was a shuttle bus and then she called a cab because she'd carpooled with her friends and of course they were wondering where she was and for a long time her friends were funny with her because her behaviour had been so weird that day. She never told them, she was way too embarrassed to admit what had happened. She said they're all over it now but it was a difficult time.
Anyway, it made me feel better about my recent accident, that's for sure! I told her about mine and I think she felt the same. I'm glad I was able to speak openly about my accidents generally, and get some support from this friend too. I'm happy about that.
Kimi
Chakamami Family
Dear Mina, Maho, Kazu and Hisae:
I'm really really happy to read your story again! When I finished reading the last paragraph, I almost cried out! You're so kind and warm-hearted, and your "adventures" are really amazing! I believe that you truly enjoy defecating and it's a part of your life.
I noticed the toilet you have used. In China, especially in some schools and kindergartens, toilets without any doors or curtains sometimes appear. I have ever seen a toilet like that when I was on a summer camp last year. It was a school toilet and had no doors. I didn't pee or poop in this toilet, but when I first walked into it, I saw someone in the stall. Maybe she was pooping. Luckily, she didn't notice me. Students hated those kinds of toilets, because others will get to know that they are peeing or pooping in it. After all, nobody wants others to look at his or her butt, don't it? I have never gone to those toilets, so It may be an unforgettable experience if I must pee or poop in the toilet without doors.(blushed)
I'm ready to share a recent story to you: Last weekend my family and I ended our vacation's trip and we took a train back home. The train would take us about six hours. It was an afternoon. After about two hours, I was sitting on my seat,and felt that I might need to poop on the train. It was urge because the last poop came out after I got up. The train had a small lavatory, and I saw a little boy walked into it. The indicator light turned red, and the boy stayed in the lavatory for several minutes. I guessed that he was "la ba ba"¡ª¡ªan expression for children in Chinese, means "poop"(verb) in the lavatory. Many Chinese children often request their parents to bring them to toilets to "niao niao"(pee) or "la ba ba", but when I was a child, I only "niao niao" in public toilets, so I envy the boy a little. As soon as he got out, I quickly ran to the lavatory, and then locked the door. In front of me was a sit style toilet, and it was a little bit dirty. The air smelled like pee. I couldn't occupy the toilet for a long time, so I quickly took a sit style toilet packing paper, and try covering the toilet seat. But the paper was too hard to use, so I failed and gave up. I just wiped the seat, then took off my pants. A part of my butt touched the seat. As soon as I relieved my butt, a couple of big banana poop jumped into the toilet. I pushed harder and harder, and then more poop came out. They didn't smell stinky, but they were completely brown. They looked good and healthy. I felt so relaxed and stood up, admiring my "beautiful artwork"(blushed) for a second, and then wiped my butt. Some poop stuck on my hand, but I quickly washed it by water. I flushed the toilet, then got out.
Although I'm not used to using public toilets to poop now, but I'm training to do that. I decide to adopt my poop thoughts. When I want to poop outside, I won't hold them, and I will let them out in public toilets. (The precondition is, the toilets should be clean, at least not so dirty) If I can get used to it, my poop will feel better, and my body will be healthier, too. I'm sure that I will overcome the shyness, and let pooping be an enjoyable thing like you. I'm sure I can do that.
The new term is coming and I will face the junior high school graduation exam. Because of the study, I may not reply to you in time. But don't worry, I'm always there to hear from you!
Many thanks to you. Best wishes!
Love from,
Kimi
P.S. When I type down these words, I'm sitting on the loo at my home and "la ba ba"(doing a big poop)! After a sound of "burururururururu", under my butt is several yellow stinky poop like sausages. I suddenly feel that pooping is one of the most relaxed things in the world!
Princess Toadstool Peach
A shart while I slept and snoozed in my royal bedchamber
Hello everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I like to share a brief story. So that night when I was snuggled up in bed smiling dozily in my warm toasty blankets, sheets and pillows I was desperately needing the bathroom but I didn't want to ruin my long deep sleep so I wiggled and mumbled tossing and turning until I did a extra big toss in my sleep and then before I knew it. "PAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppp!!" I woke up with a start yawning and looked at my bedchamber and pyjamas it was covered in a brown stinky pooey mess. I turned pink as my pyjamas. I heard of sharting in public but didn't expect me to do one in my sleep. I quickly changed my PJs and my blanket and sheets. But the smell didn't seem to go away. I couldn't tell Super Mario Mario my boyfriend but I quickly offered a new bedchamber off EBay and that was the end of that. Ok bye bye now.
TomTom
To Carsfan
I have issues sensing when I need to go (both #1 and #2) and I've been in and out of diapers throughout my life. When I'm home I use MegaMax because it lasts so long, I really don't like putting on diapers so the longer it lasts the less I have to think about it. When I go out I wear depends pull-ups.
Zane
First Post
Hi there Toiletstool!
Long time reader, first time poster here.
I am a 27-year-old male, Italian, medium-length black hair, black eyes, 5'9", 180 pounds, muscular (according to friends, family, and strangers..LOL). I have several poop stories from my youth and adult life, involving me and/or other people. I may decide to share many more stories in the future. Let's begin with the first, of several, poop stories involving a super cool kid named Andy:
My family had been friends with another couple for years. I even grew up with their two children, who were 2 years younger and 4 years younger than me. One year after I graduated high school, they had another kid, Andy. It's been super fun to watch Andy grow up over the years.
When he was 10-years-old, he could finally attend my youth group events (he had been anxiously waiting for YEARS, lol). At this age; Andy was roughly 4'6", super tan, medium-length brown hair, blue eyes, and a bit pudgy. With Andy being a young boy who eats everything in sight, it was inevitable I would learn about his pooping habits, lol.
The boys' room at our youth center building has a main entry door, with three sinks on the left wall, followed by three toilet stalls, two urinals on the right wall, followed by two shower stalls. The taller of the two urinals is on the wall directly across from the center stall. We usually keep the entry doors to both restrooms propped open for ventilation while the building is unoccupied. Sometimes people will shut the main restroom doors while using the restrooms, sometimes not.
One day during youth group, Andy asked if he could shut the boys' room door. I told him "yes," then remembered I had to pee about a minute later.
I walked into the boys' room and took the urinal across from the center stall, which I noticed was locked. When finished, I walked past the center stall to the sinks. Out of the corner of my eye, through the stall crack, I noticed Andy sitting there, pants at his shins, hands reached out holding his legs, with his head buried in his lap. It reminded me of the airplane crash position. I hadn't heard any poop noises, so I left in a hurry, assuming he was poop shy.
A couple weeks later, I was at the youth center during youth group and had to poop. I walked into the first stall (nearest the door) and sat down. As I was sitting, Andy came in and entered the center stall. I knew he had to poop, but figured he would wait until I left, being poop shy and all. NOPE! He started grunting and farting away while telling me all about school, LOL.
It was a super fun buddy dump experience, but I never actually heard any plops from him, just farts and grunts. This would not be the case with my next story however....
See you there!
-Zane
Iris
Camping Day One
Hi everyone, Iris here! I mentioned earlier down the page about my camping problem and I wanted to give you an update. This is my second day camping and things are going better than I expected. I crapped yesterday at home before leaving and we stopped at a rest stop along the way to pee. It took me a few minutes but I managed. My older cousin crapped then and she was still out before me. I am still shy but doing better. At the actual campsite I managed to pee in the camping toilet last night before bed. There is no privacy whatsoever but I managed to go with my cousins there after holding it all evening. My cousins both went in front of us with no problems!
My younger cousin was the first to crap at the campsite, I actually woke up to find her sitting there having her morning dump! My older cousin went after her coffee but I haven't been able to yet. I am just too scared! I have managed to pee a few times though so I am making progress.
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