Catherine
Happy Thanksgiving!
It was a Happy Thanksgiving for me as I pooped four different times on Thanksgiving day, and they were all really hearty, voluminous poops!
I had my first not long after waking up, as I began my day with coffee, yogurt and some lemon water! This poop began like a snake and finished with mush. After wiping and cleansing, I felt ready to tackle a workout in our exercise room! Then I had breakfast and got ready for the day. I had a glass of prune juice with my breakfast to make sure that I maintain my regularity!
We had Alan's family over for lunch and I made dressing, a squash casserole, cranberry sauce, and corn and green beans, along with rolls to go along with a delicious Cajun fried turkey that Alan cooked! We had a wonderful lunch! After lunch I took another really big dump and it was very similar to the other I just described!
After resting and enjoying a little football, we drove to see my parents. I think I mentioned on the forum that they live in a retirement community because my mother was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. They live in a cottage, but it is served by the medical staff and such. My mother is struggling and it is good that my father has help. He can still leave to play golf and be with us. But my mother is pretty much confined to the cottage. We brought them both plates from our dinner and we joined them as well. It was a good visit. While I was there I was struck with a sudden urge to doodie and this one just made a pile in their toilet. There was very little form to it.
Finally after we got home we put some pajamas on and watched an Indiana Jones movie on Amazon Prime. During the movie I had to go again and again this one was a mushy pile like the one I did at my parents' cottage.
Alan, Zoe and Joey all made a few trips to the bathroom during the day too. I think we are fine, but our stomachs are not back to normal yet. Chloe seems to be well though. She had one really good trip to the bathroom after lunch that said made her "feel much better!"
And today I had a good one this morning and nothing since! I hope that I get back to my two large, voluminous doodie routine soon!
Love to All!
Catherine!
Robyn & Victoria
Jenny's Survey
Nice to see everyone again!
Here are our answers to Jenny's survey questions. We're from the Northern United States
1) Bathrooms outside of the home: (public) bathroom, restroom
2) Walls around a toilet in public where you may or may not see feet separating multiple toilets: stall, bathroom stall
3) Wiping material: toilet paper
4) Underwear you pull down: panties or undies
5) Poop stains in underwear: skidmarks
6) When you fart and a little poop comes out: shart
7) urinal: urinal, stand-up toilet
We've missed you!
Love from,
Victoria
&
Robyn
Denise
Some responses to Catherine:
Oh you are so sweet, and I'm sorry to hear you've been suffering with diarrhea! That sounds awful. I hope you're feeling better now!
Yes, it's true same as you my accidents have always been, well, huge. I could never relate to other stories where people have smaller or discreet accidents. But, mine have always been a result of holding it too long, rather than trusting a fart or other types of 'incidents' people seem to have. I do wonder what it would be like to have a smaller accident, although I hope I never find out!
Interesting question re: can I focus better when I really need to go. I thought about it, and realized I couldn't really answer because my ADHD hyperfocus happens fairly often, whether I have to go or not. So, I decided to conduct a little experiment! I waited until I had a strong urge to pee, then sat down and tried to do a very boring task I've been putting off. I definitely struggle to focus when it's a task I'm not interested in, so I thought this would be a better test than getting absorbed in something I enjoy. So, I worked at this task until I had to pee so bad I just couldn't hold it anymore. Then I went to the bathroom, relieved myself, and came back to keep working on it. And I must say, I noticed my mind wandered a lot more after I'd gone pee! So perhaps it's true that I can focus better when I have to go. That does make me wonder whether it's played a role in some of my accidents....something to think about!
Monday, December 2, 2024
Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
Dear April:
We are looking forward your stories. We hope we can help you to not be embarrass any more. In this site is nice people only, they never do criticism to other people in this site, unless it is really need.
It is very normal to pee and poo, and woman and man do it same way, with some difference because of a body shape, but the movement of the body waste is same.
Toilet is place to put our body waste. So it's always OK to sit there and urinate and defecate. We have to do! We four Asian women always enjoy when we sit on loo. It is very healthy.
When Hisae was schoolgirl she defecated in school loo every day, or nearly. Her friends knew what she doing, but they don't care, because it is normal thing. They ask her, "Are you OK?" and she answer, "Yes, lots came out" and then they don't think about it any more.
We are wonder about your age and the country you are from. But if you don't want to say, that's OK.
Dear Lindsey:
We are shocked your story. We hope you are not trauma now. One of us (Kazumi) had same problem when she was teenage girl. her mother said, only stay on loo one minute. Because to do a lot of poo is not ladylike. Kazumi send her best wishes to you. Maho too. She is very serene on loo, she looks very ladylike, even she is dropping unbelievable number of turds from her beautiful bottom, we are impossible to think she is not ladylike. Under her is splat splat splat many many, but her face is always serene.
All of us have experience to poo in nature. The time we did together, we really enjoyed.
Dear Catherine:
We were painful to read your posts. We hope you all will be better soon and have no more problem, and Chloe feel comfy when she doing finals.
And we hope that everyone is very fine. Love to everyone.
Chakamami
P.S. We do survey about words of loo next time.Catherine
Responses
Jenny: I love your witty responses! Somehow, I don't think you would cure your skidmarks if you could! Either way, I am so glad you are having bowel movements that you enjoy! Thanks for loving me unconditionally with my accidents and my appreciation for a good solid accident!
Here are your questions: I am from the Southern United States!
Let me know what you call them, and where you are from!!
1) Bathrooms outside of the home: Restrooms, bathrooms, public restrooms
2) Walls around a toilet in public where you may or may not see feet separating multiple toilets: Stalls
3) Wiping material: Toilet paper
4) Underwear you pull down: Panties for women, underwear or boxers for men
5) poop stains in underwear: When I first read your name years ago, my first thought was skidmarks in the toilet from a large poop that brushed the bowl as it flushed. I guess I would call stains in underwear skidmarks too, but I first thought of the marks in a toilet. What do you call the marks in the toilet?
6) When you fart and a little poop comes out: Shart, I guess.
7) Urinals: just that - urinals
April: I am so glad that you are here and look forward to any stories you have to share. I hope that you find the support that you are looking for on this forum!
Skidmarked in Portland: Welcome! What is it about skidmarks on the west coast???
Trina: It is so good to hear from you! I would love to hear more about Derek! I wish you all the best, SPAS!
I hope that everyone is well!
Love to all!
Catherine!Catherine
The Mother of all Doodies
Y'all,
I think I just took the biggest dump of my life.
And it happened in my office!!!
I woke up this morning bloated and feeling yuck, not from being sick but from truly being constipated. I have never really had to drink prune juice before, but I bought some yesterday, and I drank a glass in the evening and again this morning, on top of my normal daily diet, which is already loaded with fiber.
As I drove to work I started farting again. These were loud and long but they smelled strong too, which is unusual for my gas. I was working in my office when I started cramping. The cramps began to feel almost like labor pains. "Jill" the owner of my pharmacy and mayor of our town, saw that I was in pain. I explained the situation and told her that I needed the toilet but I didn't think I could make it. I could not move!
Jill sprang into action and brought the trashcan over to where I was standing and said, "I will close the door and get you some toilet paper." I replied, "I have plenty in my purse if you will bring it to me as well."
She closed the door and flipped the lock so that no one would disturb me. I lowered my slacks and panties and hunched over my desk and rested on it. My stomach cramps were awfully painful and strong, but the stool was so thick that I did not begin to defecate immediately. My cheeks spread and anus domed but the doodie had not begun to pass. Then I got hit with a major cramp and slowly the biggest, thickest log began to slither out of me. It curled into the trashcan, and looked like a giant snake all curled up. I think that at its thickest point it was at least 2.5 inches, maybe more, but no thinner than 2 inches. Because it was not laying in the trash can long, I could not guess how long it it was. But it had to be 18 inches at minimum. I took a picture with my phone.
Not long after that I farted and a thinner and softer log began to exit. It broke off followed by another that was softer and each moved faster until the solid became more soft and mushy. But it kept coming as my stomach kept cramping. I farted one last time and followed up with an almost liquid wave.
When I looked into the trash can the huge snake that I passed initially was now covered in a pile of mushy poop. My stomach felt so much better. I took another picture.
I wiped with my Goodwipes and then dry toilet paper. My office smelled horrible. I tied up the bag and lifted my slacks and panties and just sat down in my office chair. I was exhausted. Jill text me to see if I was OK. I replied to give me a minute but feeling better. I pulled a couple of more garbage bags and tied the original in them and went out back to our public garbage can.
Then I asked if Jill could bring a candle to burn in my office. She picked out a nice Fall scent and brought it to my office. When I opened the door, I could tell that she was taken aback by the smell. I opened a window and let the candle burn.
And, as I began to serve my customers, I wondered what they would think if they knew what all just came out of me!
Of course, I texted Alan and Beth (not on the same thread). Both were in awe but sympathetic.
I have to get back to the pharmacy counter! I hope everyone is well!
Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends in the USA and blessings to all, no matter where you live!
Catherine!Jessica W
A small correction
I accidentally wrote "yes" when I was asked whether my poos float or sink. Silly me! Well, they sink, too heavy to float :)
And I guess that I will have a good poo after breakfast, bit gassy right now.
See you till then,
Jessee
Leah
Reply to mjd, I'm glad you liked my story, I'm a new poster so not used to writing stories or being descriptive.
In reply to your questions, I was quite desperate by the time I got to the loo's and i started to feel anxious or paranoid when I could hear other women chatting outside, because it's highly embarrassing if everyone can tell your pooping, so my urge to go was fading so I started pushing desperately incase it went all together and all I could produce was small parts followed by loud sighs. I don't normally grunt or push loudly ever, but I guess I can do it without realising, but I do it when I feel I have to, even in a public loo on the beach.
And for your other question I poo every few days, but I forget my last poo since it's not that frequent umm, I can't remember but it must have been a few days since the poo was sticking out of the water.
But by comparison I can poo at work like I'm at home, I don't think about or worry about it because I know everyone at my work, is anyone else like this?
Catherine
Normal
Hi! It's Wednesday as I write this! I'm just about to close up the pharmacy for Thanksgiving!
And it seems that my bowels have returned to normal. I am having a glass of prune juice with each meal to make sure that I do not get constipated. But I had a really nice bowel movement last night at my normal time. It was very soft and smooth and came with a pretty strong urge to go. However, it was nice, soft, and thick.
This morning was the same thing!
So, I'm hoping that I am OK. I talked to Alan earlier, who was out of school today and home with the kids, and he said that they were all feeling fine. Chloe got home Tuesday night and she said that she wasn't worried about getting diarrhea. She didn't want to throw up but she had no worries about getting a diarrhea bug.
So, Happy Thanksgiving!
Love to all!
Catherine!Bianca
Vacation Blowout
Hi all. Today I blew up the bathroom at the Austin Visitors Center twice. Both poops were soft, gassy, and smelly. Mom sprayed air freshener near my stall. I figured my poop might be mushy a bit today, because some of my farts late yesterday evening smelled like diarrhea. To Linsey who told the story abot the poop rule, how dumb indeed. I do not find pooping dirty for ladies. If I had to poop and was in the woods who cares? Bye.
Emma two
Desperate guy at the bus stop
After work this afternoon I was waiting for the bus to arrive when I noticed a fit looking guy who looked to be in his late teens to early twenties I'd say. He was fidgeting around a lot and he let out a poo smelling fart so I knew he was desperate for a toilet. After a while he stopped fidgeting and he was standing funny. I knew he was having an accident in his pants and it wasn't long before I saw his trousers sagging under the weight of his poo. He'd wet himself as well and when the bus turned up he didn't get on. I got on the bus and sat down by the window and watched the him walk away with a very red face.
Alyssa
Pooping in public
Hi all. Just wanted to share a story of a recent public poop I had. First off I'm Alyssa 25 yrs old , 5'2", and about 110 pound latina. I'm usually very shy when in comes to pooping in public but this last weekend when I was out shopping I felt a huge urge to go that I knew couldn't wait. When I do poop in public I try to take the end stall since it usually extends wall to wall giving me a bit more privacy. Once the urge hit I made my way to the Target bathroom hoping it would be empty. Once I walked in I realized that both someone else was in there and that the end stall did not connect all the way as there was a sink and mirror there. Regardless, I still wanted the end stall and as I walked past the first stall I noticed the stall gaps were huge! I could clearly see in the person sitting in the stall, giving me more anxiety of having to poop in there. I went to push the door to the last stall and it was locked. Through the gap I could see a girl sitting on the toilet with her black jeans and white panties to her knees, I then took the stall next to her as I had no choice. I quickly placed a seat cover and pulled down my jeans and pink thong to my knees and sat down. My goal was to finish as soon as I could before someone tried my stall and see me through the gap. Normally I'm embarrassed and wait for others to leave before I start but I knew the urge was too much and literally as I started to pee a huge log existed my body and luckily did not make a plop sound! The relief was instant and i continued peeing for a few more seconds. I then heard a plop from the girl in the next stall. I finished peeing and decided to look at what was done and it turned out to be a log over a foot long but not too wide. I had not had a good poop in a few days so it made sense for it to be that big and why the urge was so immense! I quickly wiped as there was not much to clean (love when that happens) and pulled my clothes up as I had successfully pooped in record time. As I was washing my hands the girl in the last stall finished wiping and joined me at the sinks. She was a pretty blonde teenage worker and we both were embarrassed as we made eye contact after both needing to poop. I left the bathroom now feeing much better and continued with my shopping!
Jessica
To Austin
Hey, Austin! Not sure if you were referring to my post about pooping at work with the janitor as you mentioned school. Anywho, it's great to hear that you're not poop shy. When I was in school I definitely was. I would always hold it in until I got home or atleast I would try to. There's only one time I remember pooping at school. I can share that story later when I have more time :) if you'r interested. And wow, clogging a public toilet is impressive. My poops are typically very soft and wet so clogging isn't a problem for me. Also, to answer your question, I scroll on my phone while I'm on the toilet.
NatBat
Response to Bathroom Mirror
To ECG
I was visiting a friend once in college and noticed she had placed a mirror in front of her toilet. I joked that it was so she could look at herself while she pooped. She hesitantly said "yeah" and made a face as if she never considered that implication. Apparently she put it there so she could sit down while doing her makeup. This was a small apartment/dorm so she didn't have much space otherwise. I doubt this is the case for all mirror toilet scenarios, but it's at least one explanation.
Emma two
Caught trying to poo in the woods
To Lindsey J
I once got caught trying to poo in the woods when I was 14. I was out walking with my family and my mum knew I was desperate to go. She told me to go in the woods as she didn't want me messing myself. I felt embarrassed to do it outside but I knew it would be a lot worse than pooing myself so I went behind a tree. I'd just pulled my jeans down and was about to pull my knickers down when I saw a woman shouting at me. She asked me what I thought I was doing and it was disgusting. I quickly pulled my jeans up and ran back to my family still desperate for a poo and my mum had a big row with the woman over it. It was really embarrassing for me as my mum asked the woman what I was supposed to do, shit myself!? The woman stormed off and my mum told me to wait for a while until she was far enough away and I went back into the bushes and had a very relieving poo behind that tree.
Annie
Surprisingly soft poop after breakfast
Hi. Got up this morning about 8:15 AM, put my feet into my flip flops, sat up, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste off one of the desks, grabbed my Walmart bag from the floor, went to the door, took my flip flops off, opened the door, went into the hallway, put on the flip flops out there, went to the washroom, brushed my teeth, put the toothbrush and toothpaste in my room, went upstairs, greeted my caregiver (longtime friend) and sat at the table. She served a delicious open face sandwich (that's so that I could take a picture of what I was eating first. Remember I have memory issues from the brain surgery and stroke from 2013) and a cup of coffee. She's been gradually giving me a cup of two of coffee every day since I have gone a year or year and a half without a seizure. I thanked her and slowly ate breakfast and drank the coffee. It was delicious and I was thankful. At 8:50 (after breakfast) I took my medications and drank the last of my coffee. ????. My caregiver was in her room so I didn't thank her again and she doesn't want anyone to text her, only call. I grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar and went downstairs to my room. Soon enough I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag off the bed, walked to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, walked into the hallway, put the flip flops on out there, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, walked in, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and peed first a lot. Then I pushed out a big surprisingly soft poop (one big soft log). I was done very quickly. Bathroom stunk too. I think the food and coffee triggered that lol. Pushed back my sleeves, grabbed the toilet paper out of the Walmart bag, took some off the roll, put the toilet paper roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Yuck. Put the dirty toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up, turned around and looked in the toilet. There was a big soft looking poop in the toilet that took up quite a bit of the toilet. Wow! Flushed the toilet and it went down no problem. Stomach is still gurgling so maybe another poop is coming after lunch. Washed my hands well, turned off the tap, grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, opened it, turned off the light, walked to my room, turned on the light, opened the door, took the flip flops off outside my room, walked into my room, put the flip flops on in here, dried my hands on the towels, closed the door, walked to the bed and have been writing this for a while. Already went upstairs too and refilled my water jug and jar. Now relaxing. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and that you're having a good week.
Happy pooping and peeing!
AnniePrincess Toadstool Peach
It maybe not Ladylike but it is Dirty
Hello everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I like to inform you all whom might be listening. Pooing maybe not Ladylike but it is Dirty. But still no one should be telling you that you cannot defecate outside. Not even your family because if you hold in your brownloads for too long you could get blocked up or even worse get a annal fissure. Ouch! That's what happens when you keep it in for too long or don't get enough fruit in your diet. LINDSEY J take it from a Nintendo royal princess such as myself pooing is just nature calling out for you to release your bowels. So don't panic just do it far away from your family and don't tell a soul. I defecate in tree stumps, bushes, potties, chamber pots. outhouses, public restrooms and toilets. No matter where I do it. Nobody should do a weird rule only boys can defecate or urinate whenever they please. As long as you clean up afterwards you'll be fine. OK that's all I got to say. Bye bye now.Darlene
Endless Pee
I ended up peeing on the toilet for over two minutes after consuming a lot of juice, when I thought I was finished.. more came rushing out towards the end or so I thought. Before I left the house, I ended up peeing twice and felt so much better afterwards.
Emma two
To Lindsey J
When your mother caught you trying to poo outside and made you pull your pants back up, were you able to stop going or did you end up doing it in your pants? I know I wouldn't be able to stop going once I'd started. I'd have to finish even if I wasn't allowed to.
Thursday, November 28, 2024
Tricky
First day on the job, first dump on the job
I was a scrawny teen boy of about 120 lbs and had just gotten a job. I started work on this day and had been in training for the last 4 hours. My manager was a nice guy, an older obese man in his 60s, with thick rimmed glasses, curly gray hair, bad teeth, and a southern accent. He liked to joke a lot and had a charismatic but jovial nature about him.
I hadn't gotten the chance to use the bathroom all morning because it had been unusually busy compared to the work days that came after, thus I didn't poop that morning and hadn't peed since leaving the house. Plus I was holding in my farts to avoid stinking up the cramped room me and my manager were both working in as he trained me.
It was now lunch time, and I had to release all three states of matter from my body.
I entered the Mens' room. It was a very cramped two urinal, one-stall, one sink arrangement, with the mirror above the sink reflecting back all toilet activity in the room. It obviously was not updated to ADA compliance, or it would have been a one-toilet restroom, it was so small. Two of my male coworkers were waiting in line in front of me for a urinal to pee or the lone sink to wash their hands, with another five or so behind me. I needed the stall to take my long-awaited poop, but someone was in it having a very sloppy and flatulent bowel movement.
We only had a 30 minute lunch break anyway, so I decided I wouldn't be pooping just yet as I took my turn to take a long-awaited pee in a partitionless bowl-style urinal in front of my older adult coworkers waiting in line or washing their hands, right next to an older coworker that was doing the same in the adjacent urinal. I faced straight ahead, avoiding taking a peek and hoping he gave me the same courtesy, because the privacy here left a lot to be desired and it was very awkward and at the time slightly embarrassing, even though by this point in my life I'd peed in front of people many thousands of times. I knew I was being watched to some extent simply because there was a line for a urinal, but also because I was a new hire and it was the first day where I'd just met all my new coworkers. And as I gushed out a liquid stream of pee in view of them, the farts kept slipping out, muffled. I had hoped no one heard them.
*pfffffffffft*
They stunk, but it was hard to tell if it was the person in the stall or me producing the odor, and the farts were quiet enough that I barely heard them slip out over the loud stream of piss coming out of me and splattering the water ahead, so others probably didn't know it was me making those smells. These farts smelt like legit poop. They were thick with a beefy aroma. I finished, flushed, zipped up, and took my place at the sink, silently slipping out as much gas as I could before leaving the room.
As I washed my hands at the sink, without even trying, I could tell which of my coworkers it was blowing up the toilet because the gap between the stall door and the cubicle was big, at least an inch and a half, the toilet was placed right next to the stall, and the opening at the bottom of the cubicle almost went up to the bottom of the toilet bowl, leaving a generous portion of the user's lower legs visible above their shoes. It was another new hire, a boy in one of my classes who went to the same school as I. He had brown hair and was tall and thin, 6 ft and about 160 lbs. This made me uncomfortable. He looked oblivious and/or apathetic to the fact that he could be seen through the gap, which presented a partial side view of him on the toilet. I could see the side of his butt, see that his butt had small and fine hairs on it, that he had his pants all the way down showing off his hairy legs, and a strained expression on his face as if it was taking him significant effort to push out a turd. As I washed my hands, he leaned forward, taking the side of his face out of view of the gap.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT* *ploop* *ploop* *RORT* *ploop* *weeeeeeeeeeeiffffft-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*
I heard him sigh in relief, as everyone in the room was stone cold silent, listening to the various bodily noises echo about the room, the toilet bowl itself seemingly designed to amplify them.
I left the restroom, and ate the lunch I packed.
An hour passed, and I had been back to the training with my new manager. I still had to poop, but we were in the middle of something involved, so I had to grin and bear it, and just hold it. My insides churned and I could hear my lower GI tract growling as more matter worked its way toward its exit point pushed on by lunch. It took us another 30 minutes or so to finish, when I finally had my chance. It wasn't yet an emergency, but at this rate it would get there some time before the shift was to end. I knew I wasn't going be able to make it home, as much as I dreaded how little privacy the stall actually provided. Unlike a former school I attended, at least the stall had a door and provided some coverage, and there would be no bullies to contend with. My hope was that no one would be in the room, and I'd get in and out efficiently and quickly.
So I told my manager,
"I need to take a bathroom break."
He responded,
"Go on ahead."
I rushed to the Mens' room, feeling the increasing pressure on my back door. I also had to pee again. I entered. Just my bad luck, someone was in the stall. I took a pee at a urinal. I could hear wiping, but was not comfortable waiting around, and avoided looking at the stall as much as I could because the gap would allow me to see more than I wanted to of its occupant. At the very least, this arrangement encouraged one not to waste time on the toilet. The stall occupant was most visible when I was facing the mirror at the sink and I could tell it was a middle-aged man I sat next to at lunch. I looked down and away. This was the only place for men to poop in this building, so that toilet saw a lot of use.
I exited. The pressure in my bowels continued to build up as two more hours passed. I was ripping out silent but deadly farts that could no longer be contained. These were those farts that come with the added scent of the warm, built-up feces they had just been filtered through. My manager certainly noticed because he showed up with a can of air freshener and sprayed some in the room when he came to check on my progress with the assignment, but he otherwise didn't say anything about it. We continued working.
A few more minutes later, it was now an emergency.
I excused myself again,
"I need to use the restroom again. I'll be right back."
He gave the approval, with a slightly unsettling smile on his face,
"Okay buddy. Take all the time you need."
He probably knew. The farts gave away what I needed to do. I made my way to the Mens' room again. This time, it was empty. I shut the stall door, latched it, pulled my pants down to my feet, and proceeded to poop my guts out.
*plup-tlop-tlop-pla-plut-bloop-ploop-plop-pluft-tztztztztztztztztztztztztztztztztztztztztz*
A barrage of soft but heavy blobs quickly fell in, followed by the crackling of a very soft, loose, wet, thick, and warm log. I could look to my right and see out the gap clearly at the sink and mirror. I could make out a generous portion of my face in the mirror through the stall gap, as well as a small part of my butt planted on the wall-mount toilet, and clearly make out the side of the shirt I was wearing. It was definitely awkward considering how obvious it would be to anyone who came in that it was indeed me on stiting the toilet, even though no one else was currently in the room. I felt a bit of embarrassment at it already, and pushed to expedite my session here.
A long, squeaky fart came out of me...
*fweeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEErrrrrt*
...as the door opened. It was my manager. He went to the urinal adjacent to the stall I was sitting in, which was in front of where I was facing, I could see his shoes below the partition as he unzipped, and stared to pee. I continued my dump.
*ploop-plut-bloosh-plop-plop-PLUNK*
This was now even more embarrassing. I was used to pooping around other people in public restrooms and had done so thousands of times by this point, including around people I knew, but there was something about this restroom arrangement that made it uniquely awkward. Not just the massive gap in the stall to my right exposing me as I sat, but the fact that the toilet bowl amplified every noise, the walls echoed these noises about, and the room trapped all smells, or the fact that this room was cramped making the experience even more intimate than it would be in a typical public restroom, or the fact that anyone using the stall would be easy to identify, even if most of the view of them on the can is still obstructed. It wasn't just all of that, but also the fact that I'd have to see this manager again every day I had this job into the future. This was the only restroom in the building, so whether he saw enough of me or not to identify me, by default, having witnessed me excuse myself to the restroom just minutes ago, he knew it was me in the stall sitting there with my pants at the floor, baring my hairless ankles and maybe a few inches of my hairless butt to anyone else who would enter the room.
*brrrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-T*
*BLUNK*
A large ball of poop dropped in following another long fart. More was coming...
My manager flushed the urinal and proceeded to the sink, where he decided to start up a conversation with me...
"<My name omitted>, don't forget to get with me to show you how to log your hours before you leave today. The computer gives me problems if I have to enter them late."
He addressed me by name. Indeed. He clearly knew it was me in the stall and the noises I generated while seated left no mystery with regard to what I was doing. I was very embarrassed. This was a time in my life where I was not comfortable talking to people while sitting in a stall or peeing at a urinal. I sat there with a sticky log of poop hanging partially out of me, feeling ready to drop into the water, and it took effort just to muster up the courage just to say...
"Okay."
I was so uncomfortable and trying not to push because I didn't want him to hear any more. Perhaps he sensed my discomfort, but his jovial nature got the better of him...
"I want you to like working here, so don't feel rushed whenever you need to go to your second office. I like to bring a magazine in here. It's a nice little break from the grind."
I didn't respond, which may have made things worse because the room was otherwise dead silent, allowing any and all noises to echo about the room.
*PLOOP*
Another log loudly dropped in as he was getting ready to dry his hands with some paper towels. The room stunk with the odors I generated farting and pooping my guts out for the last seven or so minutes.
He continued,
"There's a can of air freshener on top of the toilet paper dispenser. It's there if the funk gets to be a bit much."
It wasn't there this time. I said nothing about it, a bit embarrassed.
He left the room, obviously not wanting to linger around in the miasma. It smelled just like the farts I'd been letting loose for the last few hours. Two more people came in to pee while I was wiping my butt.
I exited the stall, then made it to the sink before they did. They saw me washing my hands as they waited in line, knowing that I was the one who was in the stall when they entered. It was an awkward experience on the whole. I was a new worker, first day on the job, so everyone's attention was on me, and these two were also cognizant of the fact that I just took a massive dump in that stall and totally stunk up the restroom. One of the men asked me,
"Are you old enough to be working here, kiddo?"
I responded, awkwardly,
"Yeah. I'm 18."
I was drying my hands as the first man went to the sink and the other responded,
"You sure don't look it."
The first guy started laughing,
"He's still growing!"
The other, who also sat next to me during lunch and was using the stall earlier, commented,
"Sure eats like a 250 lb man! Enjoy being young while it lasts."
I don't know why I found this so embarrassing, but I did. I'd taken many public poops, including a few in dreaded doorless stalls or stall-less toilets in view of other people, but I never felt so glad to be out of a restroom as I did then. My insides felt even better, now that they weren't carrying over a pound of poop in them. Implied in the last comment was that I also crapped like a 250 lb man. They both knew...
I met my manager back in the first office and we continued the job. The day ended and I reminded him about logging in my work for the day. He showed me how the system was set up. After I finished, just about to make a final trip to the Mens' room again to pee before leaving for the day, he told me to come over. He opened up a desk drawer, and it had a bunch of magazines in it. He described their purpose,
"This is my reading material for the second office. Pick out a few to bring with you when you need to make another visit there."
I saw some vintage Playboys and a Hustler as I flipped through his stash, so this guy obviously was a very laid-back fellow regarding what his employees did in the bathroom on the job.
He was very insistent about me taking some to keep in my desk, and I grabbed 4 magazines. The facilities at this particular job may not have been ideal from a privacy standpoint, but having a boss who was laid back about me using the bathroom at work and taking enough time to be comfortable doing so, formed within me a degree of confidence when it came to pooping at work that I didn't think I'd ever have. I have this manager to thank for my periodic need to defecate on the job not becoming a source of anxiety or any worse embarrassment than it needed to be. From that day forward, I always pooped at work when needed, no matter what job I had, typically twice a day, usually magazine in hand walking to or from. For the length of time I worked at that specific location, in spite of that obnoxious gap in the stall, I felt no further embarrassment dropping a deuce whenever I needed, regardless of who else was in the room at the time. Many of my coworkers took the same attitude here, even if they didn't have permission to access the bosses' magazine stash as I did.
I worked at this place for a year, part time, and mostly on weekends. Even then, I definitely took wll over a hundred poops in that stall within that window of time, probably close to half of them while sharing the Mens' room with at least one other coworker, but on at least two occasions having waited for someone to vacate the stall with a larger crowd of 5+ people in the room. There were no buddy dumps because there was only one stall, but more than once I had to either wait for someone to exit the stall or someone had to wait for me to exit the stall. I also didn't have much in the way of conversations while on the toilet here, as everyone kept to themselves. Stall gap aside, cramped room, and being in a noise chamber, this wasn't a bad place to lay cable. The people are what made the difference.
I have a few other notable experiences pooping at this office. On one particular day, I had explosive diarrhea and had to make about 5 sit-down through the course of the work day. There was also one time I clogged the toilet here and had to ask my manager for a plunger, and one instance where the stall door lock fell off while I was latching it. No sure which of hose stories I will tell next.
This habit of pooping at work and taking enough time to do so comfortably, with reading material for assistance, carried over into subsequent jobs in other places, including a different office I spent almost a decade working at(the same one in "Poop a the Office", page 2880).
I like pooping at work and highly recommend. The best part is getting paid for it. I have zero embarrassment, shame, or guilt about it.Annie
Urgent runny poop
About 10 minutes ago I got a major urge to poop (again). That surprised me considering I pooped not that long ago (a long soft poop). This one felt urgent like diarrhea. Uh oh. Grabbed the Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, left my room, put the flip flops on out there, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, went into the washroom, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and peed in the toilet first then pushed and runny poop splattered into the toilet. It didn't take that long but it stunk. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, took out the toilet paper and took the last of the toilet paper off the roll. Put the empty roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until it was clean. Yuck. Very messy. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear (black boy shorts underwear and black sweat pants) up and turned to look in the toilet. The toilet water was completely brown. Yuck. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands well, turned the tap off, grabbed my Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light and left the washroom. Walked to my room next to the washroom, took my flip flops off outside my room, turned on the bedroom light, opened the door, went in, closed the door, put on my flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels in here and now have been writing this for quite a while. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy. I like everyone's stories on here (that's why I have been coming here since I was 19 almost 20. My first post was about a poop accident I had and I was too embarrassed to put my name). I'm now 38. I hope everyone is going well and being safe and happy.
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie