MJD
To Leah
Wow that Xmas Eve poop does sound epic - it can happen to anyone I guess. Had it been a few days prior since you had had a poo then? I bet it took a lot of pushing to get it to poke out of your bum? Did you grunt for a sustained period of time or just keep softly pushing?
Love the Boxing Day story - very brave to unleash a big load at a game!! Did you have to push at all?
Interesting about the laxatives. Is the constipation worse when it doesn't work? Do you have to push harder? Are the turds bigger?
Love the stories!
trekkie
To "Not weird, just autistic," that's really interesting. I'm autistic too and am always interested in meeting more of us! It seems that not realizing when you have to go until it's dire could be really problematic out there in the world, but you haven't had a ton of accidents from it, it seems. Your story, though, was really interesting and it's great that your mom is so understanding, and that you could find some good in your accident despite the embarrassment.
Steve A
Kimberly CH 2nd Survey
1. Have you sharted/most most memorable "don't trust a fart" moment?
A few times, one time after holding in some gas for a while, and another time when I was sick.
2. Most unpleasant poo experience?
Whenever I'm constipated or when I'm sick with diarrhea.
3. Memorable poo experience with a loved one / partner?
Even though I haven't experienced this yet, I've only pooped at a friend's house (who was a girl) and she didn't seem to mind.
4. Have you ever pooped in anything that wasn't a toilet?
Outside of having a few accidents when I was younger, I've never pooped outside or anything else that wasn't a bathroom.
Nobody
Rough Couple of Days
Saturday, my dad went out to play music at a bar and my mom went too. He wanted her to take a camera and record two of the songs they were playing, but she was going to use an older DSLR. I sent my 4K video camera with her instead because larger battery, larger memory card, higher quality, etc. I stayed behind to do computer things. I had my mom to bring me food when she came back. I/she ordered a jalapeno chicken sandwich, but they sent the burger variant instead. It was still good, but I was also still disappointed because I'm kinda over not-homemade burgers.
Anywho, as I said, the burger was still good. As usual for my weekends, I stayed up "really late" (like 9 AM) before I went to bed. I woke up a mere 2-3 hours later and woke up with that feeling in my belly. Well, I couldn't actually feel much of anything at first, but I knew somehow. I got up, went to the bathroom and threw my butt onto the seat, exploded, went back to bed. I struggled to go back to sleep for a bit, as usual, and all was well…for about two more hours. Woke up again, rinse and repeat the cycle, go back to bed. This time, however, the pain in my guts was near unbearable. Tried to roll around and ultimately had to just prop myself to where I was laying, leaned up (if that makes sense). About an hour later, I hadn't fallen asleep again yet, but I began to feel the third round. Yet again, I get up, go to the bathroom, do what needed to be done, back to bed. This time was less painful to lay flat on my back. Woke up again at about 5 PM feeling much better.
I wanted to tell that part of the story first because it was the one I remembered the most details about. The first part of the story takes place also on Saturday. I don't recall what I had eaten on Friday, but it made me feel like I would explode when I woke up. Lots of pain in my belly. I was very gassy throughout Saturday, ripping some hefty ones. I almost stank myself out once or twice! I did eventually use the bathroom but that did nothing for the gassiness lmao.
Mina
Kazumi has crazy idea
Hi Everyone, we all of us hope you are very fine.
Today Kazumi and Mina worked from home, not going to office. Late in morning, Kazu said, "I feel heavy feeling my stomach..."
But she decided to be patient until lunch break, then she would go to loo. Mina said, "I prepare lunch" but Kazu said "No, come to loo with me." So Mina said OK. We have one hour for lunch but our both bosses are very kind, they don't mind we are away a bit longer if all our work is done.
Then Kazu decided to eat first because she felt, she would have easier time in loo if she eat. She didn't do a motion yesterday so she feeling full very much. So we prepared lunch together.
We had simple lunch (but it was big volume). Many leftovers in fridge but we ate all!
Then Kazu went to loo, she put her phone on shelf and pressed recording button!! She want to record her BM! Helpful because now Mina can give all details, we hope you enjoy.
She put off her slacks and panties and sat on beige loo. Mina next her.
At first, nothing except wee.
"Kiss to me MInappé"
"OK"
But suddenly she turned away her head and then...
Buuuu. Buuuu. O-naras came (it is mean farts).
Then suddenly, BRRAAPP. Noisy crackle fart.
Kazu's face became to red a bit. Plop. Then she relaxed , then tense again and Plop, then PLOOP. very heavy one.
Then she relaxed, and then suddenly again PLOOP. Then BRRAAPP. Horrendous fragrance spread around beige loo.
"Minappé I love you"
"Kazu I love you"
BRRAAPP. Plop. Plop. Six turds in loo. Not so long, but very fat and look heavy! Two of them were maybe wide 6 centimetres. Others four or five. Longest one about 13 centimetres.
"Stand up Kazu, I flush"
"OK"
Mina Flushed, then Kazu sat down again.
"Kazu you have most beautiful bottom in whole world."
"No I don't. You have, Minappé."
For few minutes we are quiet, then suddenly BUU, Buuu, Plop four times. Mina looked. They were four very long ones, but not so fat.
"Kiss to me"
"OK"
Kisss Kisssss.
Suddenly "Aaaaaah!" loud voice. Mina looked....
Bururururururururururururururu. Bururururururururu. Burururururu. Very huge mushy!!
Kazu gave big breath.
Burururu. Bururu. Buru. Getting shorter.
"Kazu this motion is very wonderful! I love you!"
"Nearly finish"
Buru. Plip. Plip. Little ones.
Are you OK Kazu?"
"I feel good" Plep.
Mina is relief. Kazu's motion is unbelievable huge, Mina worry she is sick. But she is OK. Now we are sure.
Kazu washed her beautiful bottom and Mina dried, then Mina did wee and flushed twice, because loo was very full. Loo had banquet. Four long turds and a huge mushy mierda. Then we washed hands and back to work. Kazu worked in green flat today so we could be together.
Kazu switched off recording. In evening we played with Hisae and Maho. They said "Uuuuuu!" many times. Total time for Kazu's defecate was 13 minutes and 21 seconds according to recording.
We hope everyone has wonderful time in loo and everywhere!
Love to Everyone.
Chakamami Family
Wednesday, January 22, 2025
Catherine
Hi Toiletstool!
I have been mostly regular since that ferocious dump I had on New Years Day! I am back to my usual two long, thick, BMs daily. I love the holidays but I love routine as well and I'm glad to be back in mine!
Trina: It is always so good to hear from you and I celebrate your growing relationship with Derek! Also, while I know that you would have rather not had an accident I can tell that you experienced that conflict of "it feels good but it really is gross." I'm glad that you were able to make your online appointment! I hope that you are well and having a wonderful 2025!
Colm: Welcome to the forum! It sounds as if you handled that situation like a true gentleman. I hope Kara gets passed the embarrassment soon, but the way that you handled things I am sure helped her!
Shayna: What an amazing dump! But I am sorry that you could not enjoy that at the bookstore or in the comfort of your home! Otherwise, I hope you 2025 is going well! Always good to hear from you!
Anna Beth: I love really, long, thick dumps too! They are the best! Welcome to the forum!
Heather: I am so sorry about your diarrhea ordeal. I hope that you are better now!
Mina: It is always good to hear from you and the three crushes!
Kimberly, here you go:
1. Whats your most bizarre poop experience (ie caught short on a hike etc)? Pooping in a trashcan in my office recently. I shared that on the forum a month or so ago.
2. Memorable childhood poop incidents ? Oh goodness, I shared this on the forum years ago but it was when I was a preteen and had an enormous poop in a brand new dress as we were on our way to church. It was that incident that led my mother to seek medical attention for me and to help us all learn to eat very healthy, something that I have maintained until this day!
3. Have you wiped someone else's behind & do you remember what it was like ? I have helped my little boy but never someone else my age.
4. Have you ever seen someone pooping outside of the bathroom (like out in the world). When a tropical storm came through and knocked out our power, we all had to poop outside in a hole. We have a well and now a full generator for our house. But at that time when the well went out, we had no running water.
5. Most unexpected poop experience ? I am not sure how to answer this one. Accidents are unexpected. Being sick in front of Alan was unexpected. But I think that when I first buddy dumped with "Beth," helped Jill years ago when she was constipated, and when I had to poop in the trashcan in my office would be top 3 unexpected poops.
1. Have you sharted/most most memorable "don't trust a fart" moment: I have a few times in my life when I was sick with diarrhea. But I've never just farted on a normal day and lose any poop.
2. Most unpleasant poo experience? Pregnancy. It wasn't that bad but I was off my routine of normal poops and had a few accidents too.
3. Memorable poo experience with a loved one / partner: Alan and I shared an intimate moment on the toilet on our honeymoon. It was the first time I did a solid doodie in front of him.
4. Have you ever pooped in anything that wasn't a toilet ? A trashcan a while back. See above.
I hope that's helpful!
And, I really miss Jenny SIS! I hope your 2025 is off to a great start! And to Kristi, Annie, Carlie B, Sarah E, Shannon, and Denise, please write soon! Also, Adrian and Brandon T, I hope you all are well. And from the past - Amylee - if you are still out there, I would love to hear from you!
Just let us know how you are doing!
I hope everyone is doing well and dooing well!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Kimberly C.H. Survey II
1. Most memorable don't trust a fart movement?
This happened my 2nd week of high school. I had to get used to asserting myself, such as asking my study hall teacher permission to use the toilet. There must have been 75 of us in that room and he didn't like to walk over to us to hear our request. It was hard for me to get "Bathroom" out since I was so shy. So when I finally got permission, and got onto the toilet, I was ready to explode. I was so lucky that the back of my new dress didn't get the soft crap that my underwear did. After cleaning myself (using the toilet paper from two cubicles), I took my underwear, threw it in the trashcan and thought I was done with the problem. Going without underwear had a drawback, I found. Standing in the lunch line a couple hours later, I mistakenly let off a fart and a piece of crap flew out of me and hit the floor below me. Luckily it was not seen by anyone.
2. My most unpleasant poo experience?
Throughout middle school. All toilets had the privacy doors taken off. At first, that freaked me out. Then I was late to some of my classes because I would wait for passing period to end so I could crap in privacy. Problem was, others had the same idea. A teacher came in and yelled at me to get off the toilet just as I was passing the big one. I had to go back to class and hold it until after school. Then I was able to pass it but the toilet I sat on to do it was beyond filthy.
3. Memorable experience with loved one/partner?
My boyfriend and I did a buddy dump one afternoon at his house. Luckily he and I both had softees, otherwise we would have had one big clog job on our hands. Also: he got an erection.
4. Ever pooped in anything that wasn't a toilet?
Yes. A empty yellow cling peaches can. I was about 10, was at the park and needed to shit my brains out, but the toilet buildings were locked up. I almost filled the can my friend was holding, but I didn't dare move because the lid was not completely cut off the can.
For Jessica:
"Arena Poop" was a great story! I like that spreading your ass cheeks wide with your hands idea. Do you take selfies of yourself on the toilet a lot? I haven't taken one in a couple of years. At school, I took one while I was on the toilet during study hall; an administrator confiscated my phone since I had it out in school. She made me show the picture to my mom. Mom was upset with me for not having followed her directions of sitting on toilet paper rather than directly on school toilet seat.
To Shayna
Shayna I enjoyed your story about pooping at the convenience store that must have been a huge dump! Hope your poop came out alright I took a big dump this morning it was nice & smooth. What's your most memorable poop you've had? I'm looking forward to hearing from you! My name is Austin by the way!!
Christie
Kimberly's Survey
A few things about me before I fill out the survey, I'm 21 years old, Transgender male to female (pre operation) but I still pass as a girl most of the time. Brown hair, brown eyes, tall, skinny, etc.
1. Have you sharted/most most memorable "don't trust a fart" moment
I shart all the time, I usually hold in my gas until I can get to a toilet to let it out, most of the time when I sit to let all my gas out they end up being super wet sharts. Sometimes they just slip out and I'll have to go change my panties depending on how bad it was.
2. Most unpleasant poo experience
Any time I had to poo in high school or in College was unpleasant, not really because of my poo in particular but because a lot of the bathrooms lacked stall doors, toilet seats, toilet paper or anything like that, so it was always an embarrassing unpleasant experience.
3. Memorable poo experience with a loved one / partner
I used to share a bathroom with my step sister, and there would be times where I was brushing my hair and she'd be on the pot pooing or vice versa, we were very close and still are close, in fact the last time we shared a bathroom was at a family reunion last year, we were both in the same stall taking turns on the pot while catching up, our grandmother's green bean Casserole messes with both of us every time and we both need to spend at least 30 minutes each on the pot before our tanks are emptied.
4. Have you ever pooped in anything that wasn't a toilet ?
I own a chamber pot, does that count?
Leah
Mjd
To mjd-
The Christmas eve poo was very annoying and it came at the worst possible time, I had to wrap presents and go out and buy some more things for the big day so, I'm sure I was stressed out but on Xmas eve I could not force that poo out no matter how hard I tried, I just had to wait it out, good thing I had something to read, it left me very red faced.
Epic is an understatement as I have never had a poo like that in years, and it clogged the loo, giving me more work to do.
I'm 33 years old and this should not be happening at my age, the best part of an hour wasted just having a poo, but yes, I felt very relieved and I let out a massive groan of relief, pew!
Christmas day was very uncomfortable, I spent the afternoon with my sisters family and the in-laws and I remember we ate quite late, around 3pm but the whole afternoon we were eating and drinking and the whole time I felt gassy and bloated and I was holding in my farts all day, my stomach felt bad I was sitting on the sofa holding my stomach.
I only used their loo to pee in, and to fart, but I only went a couple times so it didn't look like I was going all the time, I don't think I had a poo until boxing day when I was at a football game.
The aches got so bad it felt like someone lit a match and blew up my stomach, I had to go! The atmosphere was brilliant, and loud so I quickly made my way to the ladies room I ran in the first cubicle, a few ladies were at the sinks, I pulled my christmas tights and black thong down to my ankles and let out a big booming fart, I was peeing and my mushy poo slid out of me and i let out a "guuuh" in relief, it really stank too, the ladies at the sinks complained, they must have been doing makeup but I didn't care I was no longer than 10mins. I don't think I was that empty though, but still happy nonetheless. I had to wipe my bum 10 times it was very messy, by the time I flushed and came out, the others were gone. I washed my hands and went back to the game.
New years day was just a normal poo, no constipation and now with my laxative I'm taking my bowels go from constipated to diarrhea to constipated again, so that's not working. happy new year
georgina
Kimberly C.H Survey II
1. Have you sharted/most most memorable "don't trust a fart" moment
The only time I remember a really, really bad shart was last year in university. I had the equivalent of a midterm two days from this point and I was so stressed about it to the point I was shitting every half an hour due to nerves. One night, I was in my dorm studying, as the library (where I usually study) had been closed for the week for some reason or another. Around about 4 hours into my study sesh, I was really, really bloated, to the point I thought I was going to explode. I had already gone for one of my 'nervous poops' about 20 minutes before, so I was under the impression it was just a fart that needed releasing. Just as I relieve the pressure, "uh oh". Complete disaster, I checked my panties only to realise the inevitable. My initial reaction was "thank god the library was shut", otherwise I would've left university to never return.
Since then, I have always made damn well sure that it is definitely a fart.
2. Most unpleasant poo experience
This happened when I was on holiday in France when I was about 16 at the time. I was recovering from some sort of illness at the time and I was pretty constipated for the first few days of the holiday. I hadn't pooped for about 2 days at this point and we were just about to visit the Louvre that day. As fate would have it, that morning at the Louvre would be the time my bowels needed to evacuate. We had only arrived about 20 minutes before I had to run at light speed to the toilet, I really wanted to see the Mona Lisa before a massive crowd of people emerged to block its view, but I guess my bowels had a different idea. After getting to the women's, I had the worst poo of my entire life. It was absolutely enormous and it just kept coming, and coming, and coming. It was incredibly uncomfortable for the solid 4 minutes I was constantly shitting for but the relief after I was done was unimaginable. I felt like a new woman after that shit, but I was brought back to Earth when I realised the smell it caused. This was a pretty loud poo too, I did my best to keep quiet as there were other people in some stalls along, but if that didn't cue them in to my situation, the smell definitely did.
3. Memorable poo experience with a loved one / partner
I don't have many of these but one off the top of my head would be with my now ex-boyfriend. He was at my house for the day and we weren't doing much, just chilling on our phones in my room until he excuses himself to go to the bathroom. At this point, we were kinda new into the relationship and both of us for sure embarrassed to go for a #2 at the other's house. Now, he's in the bathroom for a few minutes now, and I'm switched on enough to know that he needs a poo so I sneakily make my way to the other side of the bathroom door to confirm my suspicions. Bless him, he;s trying his best not to make a noise but it's fairly obvious, even if I stayed in my bedroom I would've heard it. When he returns from the bathroom, he apologises for the noise which he certainly didn't need to do, but he was really embarrassed.
Later on when I needed to poop, I made sure that he heard me too, just to bring me down to his level of embarrassment a bit more.
4. Have you ever pooped in anything that wasn't a toilet ?
Yes, my pants, a fair few times I'll be honest. Most of the time when it does happen every few years, it's because I am not paying attention at all to my bowels until it's wayyyy too late. I'd honestly say 9 times out of 10 I poop a little bit because I'm so hyper fixated on something. Damn you ADHD!!
Nobody
Rough Couple of Days
Saturday, my dad went out to play music at a bar and my mom went too. He wanted her to take a camera and record two of the songs they were playing, but she was going to use an older DSLR. I sent my 4K video camera with her instead because larger battery, larger memory card, higher quality, etc. I stayed behind to do computer things. I had my mom to bring me food when she came back. I/she ordered a jalapeno chicken sandwich, but they sent the burger variant instead. It was still good, but I was also still disappointed because I'm kinda over not-homemade burgers.
Anywho, as I said, the burger was still good. As usual for my weekends, I stayed up "really late" (like 9 AM) before I went to bed. I woke up a mere 2-3 hours later and woke up with that feeling in my belly. Well, I couldn't actually feel much of anything at first, but I knew somehow. I got up, went to the bathroom and threw my butt onto the seat, exploded, went back to bed. I struggled to go back to sleep for a bit, as usual, and all was well…for about two more hours. Woke up again, rinse and repeat the cycle, go back to bed. This time, however, the pain in my guts was near unbearable. Tried to roll around and ultimately had to just prop myself to where I was laying, leaned up (if that makes sense). About an hour later, I hadn't fallen asleep again yet, but I began to feel the third round. Yet again, I get up, go to the bathroom, do what needed to be done, back to bed. This time was less painful to lay flat on my back. Woke up again at about 5 PM feeling much better.
I wanted to tell that part of the story first because it was the one I remembered the most details about. The first part of the story takes place also on Saturday. I don't recall what I had eaten on Friday, but it made me feel like I would explode when I woke up. Lots of pain in my belly. I was very gassy throughout Saturday, ripping some hefty ones. I almost stank myself out once or twice! I did eventually use the bathroom but that did nothing for the gassiness lmao.
Monday, January 20, 2025
MJD
To Leah
How was your constipation over Christmas / New Year?
The Christmas Eve poo sounded epic - how long were you on the toilet? I bet you were relieved to have gotten that out!
STEPHEN.P
TAKEN SHORT
This morning woke had a wee then went downstairs made a mug of tea then drank had a wee in the shed then into van to take more to unit which I loaded yesterday .When I arrived at unit felt like I needed a poop ,as I unloaded the need increased so continued my task then went to the THUNDERBOX TOILET,I wiped the seat pumped the blue fluid then down with my jogging bottoms and pants and sat down.
Immediately I had a wee then pushed ,my bowels opened then I continued to enjoy a good poop after ten minutes I wiped with the paper on the dispenser .I pulled up my pants and jogging bottoms ,on the slope was my pile of poop ,pumped until it had all slid into the storage tank
Today was the first time I have had a NUMBER TOO in this toilet as on all previous trips I have pulled into the layby on way home just down the road and used the ADVENTURIDGE pottie in the van.we all get taken short ocaisinaley
Princess Toadstool Peach
Babysitting, Shopping, and BM Potty Training with Baby Peach
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am babysitting looking after Baby Peach. She's been potty training recently and I and her are buying some potty training supplies to make this more fun and comfortable for her. She is quite easy to please and very happy indeed shaking her rattle I love it when she is happy and excited. Until later on when we are just about finished she gurgles and coos meaning she needs to go potty and then I need to go too so we go into a parent's room public restroom to go do our business. I close the automatic doors and set up Baby Peach's plastic pink potty for her next to the toilet then I ask Baby Peach if she needs a peewee tinkle or a BM pooh poo. She holds up two fingers meaning she has to go poo. So I take off her Huggies diaper pull up nappy and sit her down on her potty while I lifted up my dress, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sit down on the toilet adjusting myself and squatting as I read a book all about the process of peeing and pooing in the potty to Baby Peach. Baby Peach wiggles about clutching both sides of her potty. She often does that when her poo is hard to get out of her bottom poo hole. I stroke her head and tell her it's OK these things happen to all of us. She feels so much better doing her business with someone like me that the moment she feels better I start defecating "PLOOP PLOP PFFFFFFFTTTTTT SPLASH TOOT PAAARRRRPPPP PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!!" Then she gives me a nod lifts her feet up and goes "FOOMP!!" I knew she would do it. After I wee and wipe both my vagina and bottom, get up, pull up my panties up and my dress down. I help Baby Peach clean up too. She sure made a solid load of waste dump. Pretty impressive like the thick smelly loaf I pinched! I take her potty to the toilet to empty it. It was pretty sticky to get out of course but I managed to get it out quite well. Then I flushed both of our business down and put back on Baby Peach's Huggies diaper pull up nappy and we both leave the restroom with warm happy faces on. Her potty training is getting better and better each and every time. Bye bye now.
Lysira
Whoops...
Seems like ever since I had my birthday last month, I've had more difficulty holding my pee.
I'm only in my mid-30s but...it seems like I come closer to peeing myself several times per week more often than not.
...and last night, it escalated. I wet my recliner because I just couldn't make it to the bathroom in time...so I kinda just...let go right there. I put towels down afterward and then my mom brought spray to use should it happen again.
I'm not sure how to feel but like...I know y'all will understand my embarrassment the way my partner did.
Kimberly C.H
Survey II
The responses to the first survey were a fantastic and insightful read !
I think i have enough for a 2nd survey
1. Have you sharted/most most memorable "don't trust a fart" moment
2. Most unpleasant poo experience
3. Memorable poo experience with a loved one / partner
4. Have you ever pooped in anything that wasn't a toilet ?
Trina
Streak over
Hi everyone, especially the SPAS (or what is left of us?)
I've been busy and haven't had time to post lately, or really anything new to post about but that changed yesterday.
I've been doing some physical therapy for a minor knee injury from working out and have to drive back and forth a couple of times per week for the last month. Yesterday I had a morning appointment, where I normally have afternoon appointments, so all my usual timing was thrown off a bit, including my morning BM.
While in therapy, which lasts around 45 minutes, I could feel a growing need but knew I could hold it and didn't want to lose any therapy time. By the end the need had gone away a bit so I decided to just head home. Then I remembered I needed to swing through the CVS to pick up a medication refill, and that was a slightly different route home than normal, but shouldn't take long.
I had to sit in the drive thru at the CVS for a while waiting on other people, with the urge getting stronger, and I was about to leave the drive thru and go inside to use their bathroom when the line moved and it was my turn at the window, so I stayed. It took a few minutes to get my meds, but finally I was done and started to pull away. I thought about still going inside to poo, but I was only 15 minutes or so from home, so I decided to just go home.
Well, being a different time of day and different route than I normally take, I didn't know there was road construction for an overpass between the CVS and home and that they were closing one side of the road and stopping traffic and stuff between rush hour times. So now I was stuck in traffic with no easy way to turn off or turn around or a gas station or anything to get into for a bathroom. I sat there squirming and holding as traffic slowly inched forward with the construction letting one side at a time go through the one open side of the road. I was very desperate at this point and fighting hard not to turtle head, but focusing so much on not pooping took away some focus on the other side and I couldn't help but leak a little, enough I could feel dampness on the crotch of my workout pants. I checked and could see a quarter sized dark purple wet spot on my medium purple workout leggings.
Traffic finally moved and I got through the construction zone. I thought about stopping, but I was close to home and already had a wet spot, but also wasn't sure I could stand up without losing everything. I hurried home, losing a couple more small leaks along the way, feeling the dampness get a little bigger each time. By the time I got to my neighborhood I was "touching cotton" as well, with only the car seat preventing it from coming out further.
I got the car into the garage, stopped, and quickly got out of the car, but the act of standing up was too much and I felt another big urge. I maybe could have held it long enough to get inside, or to minimize the damage, but I was home and it was uncomfortable and I just let nature take its course and filled my panties and full wet myself down my legs onto the garage floor while standing next to my open car door. The relief was exquisite, but then I remembered the garage door was still open and someone might see in so I quickly waddled over and closed it. I went to the bathroom to clean up and had just enough time to get online for a work call.
I think my last real poop accident was like September 2023 or something, so almost 16 months.
I haven't told Derek yet (yes, we're still together and going great). He knows I wet myself sometimes but this is the first poop accident I've had since we got together. We'll see.
Anyway, have to run. TTFN!
Trina
To Jessica
Jessica I liked your story about pooping at the basketball game! I hope your poop came out alright. What is your most memorable poop in public? Looking forward to hearing from u! I pooped this morning it came out great! My name is Austin by the way!!
Colm
Accident witnessed and shared
I'm a hobby photographer and a few weeks ago I had some new equipment I wanted to play with, so I invited a friend of mine, Kara, to come shooting in a nearby park with me. It was a beautiful afternoon with gorgeous sun and we tried to make the best of the light. As golden hour began I noticed Kara moving strangely. I was taking her photo when she jumped out of her pose to cross her legs for a second before resuming her pose. She blushed and said 'sorry, I need the bathroom but this light is too good to stop'. I told her we could take a break but she said she could hold it for now. I thought nothing more of it and we carried on
I've known Kara for about 8 years and we're pretty comfortable with each other. It's hot here and she was wearing a pair of short leggings and a crop top that day. Anyway at the time I forgot about her needing the bathroom but in hindsight, she was kind of dancing and jumping around towards the end of our shoot, and I know now she was trying hard to hold in a pretty big poop. Finally she said 'okay, I need a bathroom break'. The bathroom was not far, about a minute walk. I started packing up my stuff and Kara walked over to where she had left a few things. About a minute later i finished packing and looked up to see Kara walking stiffly towards me. She looked stricken and I immediately said 'what happened?' She looked at me with a shocked expression and said 'oh my god Colm I'm so embarrassed…. I waited too long and couldn't hold it'. I was confused for a second because her shorts were dry but then I twigged it - she'd pooped! She then turned around and said 'how bad is it?' I looked at her butt and blurted out 'oh my god!' She had a huuuge poop bulge, poor thing the leggings left nothing to the imagination and she'd clearly taken a huge dump. It was like a big grapefruit or even a small melon. I said let's go to the bathrooms and we started walking, her still stiffly and looking on the verge of tears.
Then another disaster - the bathrooms were closed. At this, she started crying. I tried to think and offered her to come to mine, I lived about a ten minute walk where she would need to take a bus home. She agreed but cried, everyone's gonna see me! I didn't know what to say, but then I noticed some flowering bushes nearby so I broke off a bunch and told her to clasp her hands behind her back as we walked, holding the flowers down over her butt. Surprisingly that didn't look too bad!
At mine she locked herself in my bathroom, refusing a shower but I guess cleaning off her butt. We didn't talk much and she left looking tired and sad. The next day she texted me saying 'I can't believe I'm saying this at age 28 but, I'm sorry for pooping my pants yesterday!'she went on to say that she just thought she could hold it a bit longer and got carried away with the photography but when she stopped to organise her stuff her body just took over and she couldn't stop it. Of course I assured her it was fine and said you're not the only one who's had an accident, remind me to tell you my story next time.
Well, we had coffee yesterday and she eagerly brought it up, so I shared with her and I'll share with you too. In uni, I went out one Saturday and got very drunk. I lost my friends and ended up meeting some strangers and going back to somebody's house where eventually I passed out. I hardly remember it. What I do remember is waking up at about 4am with the most tremendous urge to empty my bladder I have ever felt. I jumped up and frantically started feeling around, it was pitch black and I had no idea where I was. I was absolutely on the verge of setting myself and panicked as I tried to find a wall or a light switch. I had to grab my crotch hard and could barely walk. Desperate, I groaned 'I need the bathroom'. I stumbled upon a flight of stairs and made my way up, whimpering and holding myself with both hands now. I entered into a kitchen, where I promptly lost all control and pissed my pants. I could hear it trickling on linoleum floor. Beyond mortified, I found my way to the front door and ran out. My jeans were soaked and heavy. I had a forty minute walk home which was awful, I was obviously not going to call a taxi and while it was quiet I still encountered the occasional car and tried to hide each time.
Kara was very entertained by this and thanked me for sharing. She seemed much more cheerful too so hopefully she'll put this embarrassing situation behind her.
Steve A
To Anna Beth (Huge Poop)
I think we've all been there before (several times): foot long poops or slightly longer and similar thickness.
For me, they were more common during my high school, college, and some parts of my post graduate years (even though I'm only 27) happening everyday or skipping a day or two.
Even though my poops aren't always like that, I'm still fairly regular, like you are, since I always try to keep my diet well balanced so that I don't have any issues going.
Shayna
Huge, desperate dump in convenience store bathroom
This morning, I filled in at a Barnes & Noble about thirty miles from the one I work at, for someone who was out sick. Earlier this evening, as I was driving home, I began to feel a serious urge to shit. I hadn't had a BM since Tuesday afternoon and I was fairly confident I could make it home. I was so wrong lol. Before I was even halfway there, I was clenching my ass cheeks with a titanic effort and I knew I'd have to find a toilet. I pulled off to a gas station and went inside to ask for the key. The girl behind the counter said I had to buy something. So, trying very hard not to betray my desperation through my slightly shaky voice, I asked her for two packs of Virginia Slims (even though I didn't really need them). She got them down, I paid and I gratefully took the key and speedwalked outside to the unisex. I got in and was unbuckling, and even though I noticed how filthy the toilet was, I didn't care because I was about to shit myself. I ripped my jeans down and sat on the can, and a monstrous python immediately began its exit from my ass. I was slighty backed up so it was somewhat painful, but the relief was just euphoric. The turd broke off and splashed into the bowl, and more was on its way out. I grunted and moaned as my huge shit kept snaking out and, at long last, I was emptied. I wiped and stood up, and saw two fat, dark brown horseshoes curled around each other. How big it was in total, I couldn't say for sure. Somewhere between 18 inches to 2 feet. An absolute monstrosity. I flushed and left, and walked out to my car. And as I got to the door, I simply had to do it. I opened one pack, lit up, and took a long drag. I don't smoke often, but I felt like I had earned this one. It was a really close call.
Anna from Austria
some replies this time.
@Chakamami Family Thanks for yor nice words. I never have bad feelings when I have to luckily. After all it just natural and everybody does it.
@Nina Thanks for your reply. I also think that limited time with an unwiped butt can hurt. It happended to me few times as well. I just do not remember if it happended because there was no tp left or I was just to lacy and did not care.
It has been while since it happened but during my party time when I was younger I noticed a few times that my undies had some poop stains the next day after partying. I cannot remember If it was the fault of alochol that made me not worying at all about wiping or it was due the lack of toilet paper.
It possible that there was no toilet paper at all. A lack of toilet paper in the ladies room during a friday or Saturday night at a bar/lounge or club is a common thing.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Steve A
Kimberly CH Survey
Kimberly CH:
1. Whats your most bizarre poop experience (ie caught short on a hike etc)
Besides being walked in on (someone who thought a stall was vacant but wasn't since the door didn't lock) I don't have any "crazy" poop experiences (like being caught in the act) despite walking in on unflushed toilets on occasion.
2. Memorable childhood poop incidents ?
Besides a few accidents during my childhood years, nothing else memorable stands out.
3. Have you wiped someone else's behind & do you remember what it was like ?
I remember helping my younger brother clean up when he had an accident on the way home from school.
4. Have you ever seen someone pooping outside of the bathroom (like out in the world)
I've seen people pee/poop outside before, but they usually had to pee more often, since most people hid out of sight whenever they pooped outside.
5. Most unexpected poop experience ?
From random bouts of constipation and diarrhea, I think we all experienced our share of unexpected poops, despite some of us being regular and going around the same time of day (morning, midday, evening, etc)
For example, I used to be on a pretty regular schedule during my middle and high school years (going once a day every morning or skipping a day or two depending) But as I've gotten older, I'm still fairly regular, but it all depends on the time of day for me. Some days are consistent while other days are different, which is always "unexpected" for me, since I never know what time I'll poop each day.
Furthermore, there have been some days where I pooped 2-3 times in one day, along with having to poop at inconvenient times as well (at work, while driving, out in public, etc) which means that I always attempt to poop whenever I get the chance to (in those situations)
Anna Beth
Long Thick Snake
I had a very enjoyable poop today (Thursday). I had lunch at this nice place today by myself. It was not heavy, but I really felt full. After I paid my cute waiter, I stood up and realized that a big release was in my immediate future.
I made my way to the women's restroom and took the stall furthest from the door, lowered my slacks and panties and relaxed. My body took over. The relief was immense! It felt so good that it gave me chills!
When I inspected the bowl the turd was complete with no cracks and curled around the bowl. It was a perfect shade of brown and glistened in the fluorescent lights! It made my day!
Aren't those the best?
Leah
Lax dilemma
About two weeks ago I brought tried dulcolax for my constipation, I poured a few drops in my cereal in the morning and almost immediately after eating I felt a burning sensation in my stomach, and an ache but after a while it just stopped.
Anyway I carried on with my day and for several days I was either having diarrhea, or having long fart blasts with loose poo, I was even caught out in the pub last Saturday night, I thought I was OK, having pooed lots already over friday/Saturday I had this big cramp hit me, and I could feel something coming so I excused myself whilst holding my bum and running outside, down the stairs, through the car park and into the single ladies loo, only it was engaged.
This ladies room is located in a porch-style room with a door that goes to a separate bar, so the ladies is just a single room with a sink and window above the loo, with the car park outside.
The old wooden door has a knob and keyhole, I turned the knob several times and it wouldn't open, by this time I was panicking and breathing heavily, I pounded on the door, looked inside the keyhole and could just see the wall, the woman yelled "almost done" but I could not wait.
So I ran into the men's room, which is at the end of the car park, in the pub building but separate, entered from the car park, the men's room has two rooms, the urinal room to the left and a single loo to the right, which is next to the entry door, I ran in slammed the door shut lifted up my dress pulled my black thong down to my ankles and exploded with a big booming wet fart and a log flew out and I let out a big sigh.
I rolled off two small squares of paper and placed in on my bum hole, and my finger went straight through to my wet bum, I got a finger full of wet poo, I cussed, I wiped my bum several times it was very messy and I could hear footsteps walking along the gravel in the car park, some men or a man came in and walked to the urinal room and I could here zippers going and peeing! I tried not to giggle.
So when the coast was clear I flushed and left, luckily nobody was outside by the men's loo so I went back to the ladies washed my hands and rejoined my friends.
Today is Thursday and I have gone from having runny poos to being constipated again, this week I have been having plops all the time. I am wondering if this change in bowel habit is something to be concerned about, or whether I will need laxatives on a weekly/monthly basis I just don't know what's going on.
Saturday, January 18, 2025
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning the alarm woke me had a wee in the THETFORD ELEGANCE on with dressing gown then went downstairs .i had my usual LAXIDO then made tea and drank then some toast .aia started some washing then needed to go a NUMBER TOO so put on my jogging bottoms and shoes went to the campervan ,pottie still in the galley area paper towel on back of bowl down with jogging bottoms and pants,sat down.My arms in my lap leaning forward had to wee for forty seconds,pooped .
I pooped for five minutes a big load because I had been to the gym last night,having now sat for ten minuets and had a really good shit it was time to wipe.I reached forward tore three sheets from the ELSAN BLUE toilet roll on door folded and wiped then another three and wiped then another two,then dressed I took my gym bag back to the house and added more clothes to the wash,the water was now cold.
Hope I have another good poop tomorrow.
Tricky
The Next Morning
This is a continuation from my last entry, "Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt2", involving that same workplace.
I had to be at work at 8AM the next morning, before my afternoon classes. I woke up extremely gassy and no longer feeling emptied out from yesterday night's massive dump at work. While I was peeing, the farts were relentless, very dry, and slightly painful.
*BRORT* *weeeeeeeeeeeeiffffffffffff-t* *WOM-m-M-m-M-m-MPT-T-T-T-T*
I felt a new large mass shifting around in my lower GI tract as I ate breakfast, farting the entire time.
Before leaving, I spent about 10 minutes sitting on the toilet a home, in hopes I could go, or at least get rid of any gas that I could, before that long bus ride where I wouldn't have access to a toilet for a least an hour. I worried that the urge would strike while riding the bus to work, and I didn't want to be letting out audible farts enhanced with the smell of backed-up poop next to fellow bus riders, or trying to clench my sphincter to prevent a turtlehead from poking at my underwear. A lot of gas came out, but no poop. My parents heard it. I had to leave, not wanting to miss the city bus.
On the bus, my insides violently gurgled, while I held my sphincter clenched to prevent any farts from coming out.
*rrrr-OOOOOORT**prrrrr-T-T-T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*
A cute teen girl with red hair sitting in the seat next to me looked my way. It sounded like I was farting, but it was my insides gurgling. I was embarrassed, but I pretended she wasn't there as she stared at me, listening to the sounds of my insides in obvious peristalsis. She probably knew I needed to poop from the obnoxious sounds coming from my gut, but she said nothing.
As soon as I got off the bus, I was letting out built-up gas as I walked, a muffled but audible fart slipping out between my buttcheeks with each footstep. I passed a group of fellow college kids on their way to school walking in the opposite direction, as they stared at me. It was at this point that I felt a hard tip poking at my anal sphincter. It was a dire emergency, and I needed to find a toilet within a few minutes, or it was coming out, whether I wanted it to or not. Fortunately, I was less than a football field in distance away from my workplace.
I was about 15 minutes early to work, and rang the buzzer. No one came to let me into the building. I briefly contemplated dropping my pants by the dumpster as I felt the tip of the turd battering my sphincter, not at all gently. The head poking out was that of a very aggressive snapping turtle.
I stood there for maybe 5 minutes with my insides twisting in knots before Mel showed up at the door to let me in. I rushed in front of her, but suddenly felt sharp cramping as if I was going to involuntarily fill my pants with soft poop, and had to walk very carefully and slowly climbing the stairs up to the office. Toward the top, I had to pause for a few seconds, which annoyed her. She noticed me walking funny, while stuck directly behind me, and asked me,
"Are you okay?"
It took all my resolve not to rip what may have become a wet fart in her face as she was standing on the narrow steps of this old building directly behind me with her face at ass level and no way to go around me. But I kept it contained.
I answered, standing still, posture perfectly straight, trying to figure out how to take my next step up without all hell breaking loose into my underwear, as waves of pain shot up my entire lower GI tract, "Sorry, but I very badly need to use the bathroom."
As I got onto the second floor with a newfound strength to keep my sphincter shut as I walked, I started rushing to the cafeteria area where the restrooms were as fast as I could, skipping my office and not grabbing a magazine, as there was no time.
She yelled as I hurried, now 20 or more feet behind me "Again!? The toilets in the Mens' room are ready! Don't use the Womens'! There's no water in the Womens'!"
I quickly was distancing myself from her as a loud fart slipped out,
*B-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-T*
Thankfully it wasn't wet, but I felt my anus dilating and the poop prairie dogging it with each footstep as I rushed through the cafeteria, anticipating desperately-needed relief. I could already feel a warm wetness around my lower hole inside of my buttcheeks from the poop trying to force itself out, and it made a slight breach, as I now worried it could smudge my underwear.
And then I noticed it. Her cart of tools was at the Womens', propping the door open, showing the stall now absent, same toilet still there. The new Womens' toilet was sitting on the cafeteria floor by the cart, yet to be installed. The door was missing on the Mens' room entirely. The entrance had nothing there. Anyone could walk up to the Mens' room doorway, look in, and see everything going on in the Mens' room. There was a new water-saving urinal visible from the cafeteria directly in front of the entrance in place of the two bowl-style ones that were there before it, but the sit-down toilet was harder to spot from the entrance, and was placed in a location to where I couldn't see it until I was less than 5 feet from the doorway, on the far left of the room. Both fixtures were in the same locations as the originals, except the stall was removed and the Mens' sit-down toilet now faced the sinks. Luckily, the Mens' entrance was in the right-corner of the cafeteria area, and the sit-down toilet wasn't able to be seen from anywhere in the cafeteria unless someone walked right up to the entrance to the Mens'. I was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of shitting in the open like this, but in no position to hold it any longer. And it isn't as if Mel hadn't just seen me on the crapper the previous night anyway. I could feel it starting to come out before I could even get my pants down as I clenched my buttcheeks with all my might, feeling a warm, sticky wetness cake itself all over my rear as I hurriedly unbuckled my belt, and plopped my hairless butt onto the new toilet seat as a thick, meaty, soft, and smeary cable crackled out of me, just barely making it into the toilet...
*T-t-T-z-T-t-Z-t-T-t-Z-z-T-t-t-z-t-z-t-z* *FWOOMP*
I could see the cafeteria wall from outside as I sat, a dense log plopping into the toilet bowl within 3 seconds. It caused the toilet water to splash my butt before sinking.
I heard Mel's footsteps approach. She quickly headed to the Womens' room. I was thankfully positioned in a way where she couldn't see me on the commode as she walked by, because I certainly didn't see her. The toilet now faced the mirror instead of facing the urinal area and I could see my face contorting as more soft poop loudly flew out of me...
*plop-plop-FWUMPT-bloopt-blup-bloopt-plop-plop-plop-BLOOSH*
It sounded like someone was pouring their collection of marbles into a swimming pool.
I heard her yell,
"Sorry I didn't get the door on yet. Jim's at the hardware store getting new hinges and the lock. He should be back soon."
*ROARRRR-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-T* *PLOOMPT*
I farted out another log, as it splashed my butt again and the noises echoed about the room. She definitely heard everything, again. I wasn't as embarrassed as yesterday because she already heard me make similar noises before, and she certainly couldn't see me from where she was, but I still wasn't comfortable with her listening to me fart and poop, even if it wasn't the first time she was subjected to my bodily noises. It just felt... wrong. I was generally very comfortable pooping at work, but not like this...
I continued to sit on the toilet, waiting for more to come out, as I heard her working in the Ladies' room. I heard more footsteps enter the cafeteria.
Mel heard them too, immediately saying, "Jim! Don't go near the Mens' room! Unless you want to see <My name omitted> on the toilet."
*ploop-plop-plop-plup*
A bunch of softer blobs of crap were now sliding out of me, uncontrolled, like grease.
*FWOR-R-R-R-T*
And another loud fart that shook the walls.
I heard Jim pull out a chair and take a seat in the cafeteria. He then addressed me, chuckling, "Damn boy! You couldn't even wait for us to get the door on this morning? You should see a doctor! This isn't normal!"
He was sitting maybe 10 feet away, but fortunately I wasn't in his field of vision. Mel said nothing and I said nothing. I didn't like talking to people while I pooped. This was embarrassing, sitting on a toilet with no partition, and the door to the restroom missing, both of them able to hear every gory detail of my emergency bowel evacuation as it all slid through my anus.
*t-z-t-z-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-BLOOSH* *WOMP-P-P-P-T*
The last of it loudly crackled out and dropped into the water, followed by a loud fart as I gave one last push. I was probably seated for less than 2 minutes, but now felt FULLY emptied out, as if I battled a monster for hours. Time to wipe. The toilet paper dispenser was also in a new location, on the wall to my right.
As I started rolling the toilet paper, I heard Mel remark, "Good thing I changed the toilet roll in there this morning. There wasn't any left. SOMEONE needs to remember to replace it when they use the last of it. And you're welcome, <my name omitted>."
They could obviously hear me rolling it, as the rolling mechanism squeaked loudly as I pulled and then tore off the paper to wipe myself. She also expected that I was thankful for this, calling me out by name at the fact that I was using the toilet paper that she just put in. And I indeed was thankful. I didn't have to ask anyone to come in and hand me some wiping material, because I was fully exposed on this toilet with not even a magazine on my lap for coverage of my privates, already wallowing in discomfort as I was seated, and did not want the added awkwardness of someone seeing me on the toilet with my pants at the floor just to hand me much needed wiping material. Much needed, because this was another messy bowel movement.
I heard Jim chuckle. "You still had the closet locked!"
Mel yelled, "You know where the key is!"
I wiped up as I heard Melanie at work while Jim still sat at the table about 10 feet away. It was messy and easily took 10 or more passes over about 5 minutes. Neither said much of anything else. They were both now listening to me wipe my ass, over and over and over again. It was very awkward. There was no secret what I just did and what I was currently doing, and they heard me spending minutes, wiping, wiping, wiping, and wiping some more, broadcasting to them exactly how messy of a poop it was that they just heard me dump.
I pulled my pants up, flushed the toilet, and saw my deposit leave a bunch of thick brown smears on the way down. I flushed again. The flush on this new fixture was not nearly as powerful as the previous toilet, and the smears remained. I washed my hands, and approached Jim,
"I'm going to need to clean the toilet."
Jim, sighing with annoyance: "Make another mess of the toilet again? Come with me to the closet."
He unlocked the closet as I grabbed some latex gloves, toilet bowl cleaner, and a toilet scrubbing brush. We both walked back into the cafeteria, where Mel was now at the Mens' room entrance, taking measurements of the door frame with a tape measure. Standing in the doorway I could see the brown streaks coating the upper side of the toilet bowl, and she could too. It stunk strongly of my poop, much of it caked to the bowl above the water line, but no one said another word to me about it.
Jim washed his hands in the kitchenette area, retook his seat in the cafeteria, and resumed eating his breakfast, a box of 12 donuts, which was sort of gross since he was eating this entire time while able to hear everything that I was doing to that poor toilet just minutes ago. He didn't care. I heard Melanie drill holes in the new door as I spent the next minute or so cleaning the toilet bowl. I finished cleaning, flushed the toilet, sprayed some air freshener, and returned the cleaning items to the closet, before going back into the Mens' room to wash my hands.
As I was washing my hands, Mel asked me, "Feel better yet, kiddo?"
Embarrassed that she listened to the entire performance start to finish, uninterrupted, all I could utter was "Yeah."
She responded, "Glad the new toilet's working. You're the second one to try it out. Jim beat ya' to it this morning and had to get the plunger!"
I hard Jim yell, "Hey! You know how I am with these low flow toilets! I miss the old one already!"
When I got back into the cafeteria, it was about 7:55. Jim offered me some donuts, and I ate 4 of them. He had another box for everyone else who was coming in today. By 8 AM, Jim left to unlock the entrance to the building for the rest of my coworkers.
As usual, I drank close to a half gallon of water before leaving that morning. By 9AM, I felt like my bladder was about to burst. I'd been holding my pee since at least 8:30 AM, waiting for Mel to finish putting the door on the Mens' room, me not wanting to interrupt her, but I was able to hold it no more. I proceeded to the cafeteria, where she had the door on, but only by one hinge, as she was crouched down, working on the other hinge and holding the door up from the bottom with one of her free hands.
Annoyed upon seeing me, she asked, "You need to go AGAIN!?"
I answered, "Yeah. Sorry. It's another emergency."
Mel then asked, sighing, "#1 or #2?"
"#1."
"Well, don't mind me. I'm not at a good stopping point. Just go ahead and go."
Peeing in front of her was nowhere near as embarrassing as her hearing me poop. I stood at the urinal with my back to her, unzipped, and took a very long piss as she was crouched down, using a power drill on the door, easily able to see me peeing at the urinal. I flushed and washed my hands. She then said, "Well little boy, you're the first to try the new 'pissour' out. And it works! YAY!"
She was proud of her work, not seeming in the least bit awkward that she just watched me pee. I got back to work.
Mel had the new Mens' room door installed and locking by 9:30. The lock worked perfectly, and the new door also kept all of the noises inside from being heard in the cafeteria area when shut. I no longer heard anything in the cafeteria coming from the Mens' room. For the duration of the morning, everyone had to share the Mens' room while Mel worked on the Womens'. Mel even went into it for a good, long 10 minutes when I was cleaning the cafeteria. Nary a plop or fart to be heard, but I did hear two flushes before she left. By the time I clocked out around 2PM, both restrooms were operational and in full working order, with lockable doors.
I took another crap in the Mens' room before heading to school, magazine in hand this time, preferring this private location to exposing my shoes/pants/ankles in a public stall on campus yet again. Being the introvert I was, I much preferred pooping alone, with no audience. It was a long, leisurely crap that easily took 10 minutes or more. Mel was now sitting at the table again eating when she saw me exit. Smiling, she asked me, "It's much nicer, isn't it? We can finally get some privacy on the toilet!"
I found the situation too awkward to reply, but she was right. This upgrade was well worth the time and effort she put into it. She was no stranger to the awkward layouts that used to be there. The Womens' room that she used was worse than the Mens' from a privacy standpoint, and without a doubt she and her female coworkers saw each other using the toilet repeatedly thanks to the giant stall gaps. And now it all was replaced with something much better. The new restrooms were much more spacious and private, and I looked forward to using them each day for the rest of the time I worked there. No more gaps people could peek at me through, and no more possibility for someone else to come in at any time and hear me using the toilet. Pooping here was now an absolute pleasure. I relished the privacy and wished all public bathrooms could be like this. Everything came out that much easier and smoother without the stress of an unwanted audience and what used to be at least a subconscious fear of their judgment. The only downside was that I often had to wait for someone to finish up before I could go, given the reduced throughput of the Mens' room with it now being single user and lockable. The tradeoff was well worth it, especially since I didn't remember having any more #2 emergencies for the remainder of time I worked there, just the normal urge, which I gladly met with minimal delay.
Sadly, Jim passed away about 3 months later from a heart attack and Mel decided she didn't want to run the business by herself, as she now discovered she had a baby on the way. She shut the office down, sold the building, and quickly got married, moving on with her life.
I ended up getting a job with better pay but less hours at my university, and usually had to use the standard multi-stall restrooms each time I needed to poop, more often than not with other people in the restroom with me, but I will never forget how working at this place and all of the trials and tribulations of using the restroom here made me comfortable with pooping on the job and not ever feeling even subconsciously rushed about it. During jobs where I had full 8-hour shifts, taking a dump was a twice or thrice daily habit that stuck with me, reading material in hand, where I'd take all the sweet time I needed, up until roughly 2 decades later to this day. I have the laid-back attitude of this employer with regard to pooping on company time to thank for it.
At later jobs and places, many a cute young secretary learned of my bowel habits just by watching me walk to and from the nearby Mens' room for typically 5-15 minute absences, magazine in hand, with zero shame or embarrassment on my part that they knew my "secret". And my boyish good looks definitely drew their attention each time, as I'm sure they kept a mental note of my comings and goings. Even into my late 30s, I still looked like I was a scrawny 15 or 16 year old kid and the younger ladies loved staring at me for it. The magazine also meant something VERY specific with regard to what I was doing in that Mens' room, and I'm certain they knew exactly what, just based on the time expended for each session, no magazine needed to give it away, and sometimes multiple toilet flushes giving it away. I can even recount a few brief conversations on the subject of going #2 at the workplace with two younger ladies at one of my former jobs, but that will be for a different post.
Heather
Roadtrip disaster
A little about me I'm 35, have two daughter a 3 and 5 year old and I have struggled with lactose intolerance and ibs d and c for about 20 years now.. over Christmas me and my youngest daughter went to go stay with my mom about 5 hours away my oldest stayed with her dad at his house. When I travel my stomach gets really weird and I had been pretty constipated for about three days. Christmas day we had a big dinner with turkey and Mac and cheese ect. Normally I wouldn't eat the dairy(i LOVE cheese) but I figured it might help get things moving.. that night I only was able to pass a couple pebbles but I felt better, we had to leave the next day away to have lunch with my grandpa about 30 minutes away and then head home. When he asked haley my 3 year old daughter what she wanted she said pizza, which I Normally would never do anymore but he insisted we go where she wanted, this place had nothing but pizza and salad so I had three pieces of pepperoni pizza knowing I had a long drive and I didn't want to be stopping. I had been so constipated anyway it would be fine... right? We had a good meal and said goodbye and got on the road, and I started feeling a little bit gassy so I was going to take some lactaid but that bottle was empty. So I went ahead and grabbed some imodium out of my purse and took 3 just incase, I was feeling super gassy and passing some rotten gas pretty often but I felt fine until about 30 minutes later my ???? started to really churn and make noises, I started to get a little worried but I kept driving because haley was napping and I didn't want to have to wake her.. cut to a couple minutes later and my stomach was really rolling and I knew I had to find a exit with a bathroom and fast. I can't stand using public bathrooms and I have a 3 year old with me but I had no choice, my stomach started knotting up and I was sweating, I kept trying to fart but it felt like everything was just going to pour out of me... I found a exit about a mile up with a target and pulled off found a spot and tried to compose myself because I felt like if I moved I was going to explode everywhere, I managed to get haley woke up and out of her carseat picked up up and headed towards the store, probably waddling like a crazy person I was clenched so tight. It felt I had 10 milkshakes blending in my stomach we got about halfway to the back bathroom and I just stopped in my tracks and had to let a stream of pure liquid diarrhea out in my Jean colored leggings. But I managed to regain control and finally made to the back bathroom and the family bathroom was out of order that would be my luck I quickly went in the regular bathroom 4 stall 3 were taken besides the handicap stall thank God. Every step I took I went a little, I sat haley down and turned to the toilet and before I could get sat down it just started pouring out of me, a very hard 10 second stream of nothing chunky liquid nastiness that had been backed up 4 days followed by a booming gurgling fart that lasted about 3 seconds I look down it's all down my thighs and legs and in my pants, the lady beside me huffed and said MY GOD under her breath, to make matters worse my stomach cramped and right as I exploded again haley noticed this and said mommy why did you poop your pants? Very loudly. I was mortified. I sushed her and whispered mommies really sick sweetheart. My stomach was absolutely boiling and the lady beside us said something about the stench again and haley said mommy you STINK I shushed her as my stomach cramped again and I just poured more and more into the toilet.. while having the worst gas.. the toilet and my legs and leggings were a complete mess and I left the car in such a hurry I didn't get any baby wipes, my stomach was cramping so bad I just rocked and cried and tried to control haley... about 20 minutes later when I was finally done I cleaned my leggings and legs the best I could and picked haley up and walked out as fast as I could, the toilet was completely wrecked from me already having diarrhea in my pants and having to sit down. I just put a bag in my seat and left... I had another diarrhea attack about 30 minutes before I got home, I couldn't hold it, just a bubbly gurgling mess that smelled like idk even. All I could do is cry and hold my stomach. My fiance Emily helped me get our daughter out and helped me to the bathroom where I exploded again as she ran me a shower and did her best to comfort me.. I've had alot of embarrassing things with my ????, but most never in public especially with a 3 year old that's asking why mommy has diarrhea in her pants at the top of her lungs... anyway, cheers yall. If you have similar stories please share. I can't be alone..
Princess Toadstool Peach
Using a clean Outhouse and disturbed by the Neighbour's Dog
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and have I got a true story to tell. Today I was cleaning up the house for one of my neighbours because I am a kind person. Until just when I was relaxing and enjoying a bowl of nuts and bran and a cup of orange juice. I had to use the bathroom but much to my shock there was no toilet in there. Only a note "Our toilet outhouse is outside in the backyard. Bring your own toilet paper." I rush back home and get myself a roll of toilet paper as well as a newspaper and head over to the outhouse and open the door it's one of those ugly black seated ones with no lid and a handle which your use your feet to flush when you're done. I don't have time to argue I closed the door, walked over to the toilet, lifted up my dress, put the toilet paper on the holder, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sit down on the outhouse toilet adjusting myself and squatting as I read the newspaper. I'm so glad that this is a clean outhouse. But guess whom interrupts before I get the 1st nugget of poo out of my bottom poo hole? (????: WOOF WOOF!!) If you guessed the Neighbour's Dog or as I call him Sniffy Long Droppings you are quite right. Please go away I ask him nicely. But the dog wouldn't go away sniffing what I might be doing in there. I just sigh and begin to peewee tinkle loudly "TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh tinkletinkle dripdripdrop!!" the Dog just barks thinking I may have a hose in there. But I shush him and start pooing my dump waste out. "PLOOP PLOP PFFFFFFFTTTTTT SPLASH TOOT PAAARRRRPPPP PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!!" the Dog continues to bark but I take no notice as I grab some toilet paper and wipe my vagina between my legs and my bottom front and back. Then I get up and just when I'm about to pull my panties up the dog grabs ahold of my panties and I begin this Tug of war with him. "DROP IT!! DROP IT RIGHT NOW!!" I yell tugging as hard as I could until RRRRIPPP!! My lovely pink panties are torn. I'm so angry about this I wish I could get that restraining order against this pet but he's not my dog unfortunately so I have to go bottomless or wear my panties with a big tear in it revealing my bottom for the rest of the day great! I pull down my dress and use my foot to press the lever to flush the outhouse toilet. It wasn't a good day and to make things worse I missed out on my favourite show "The Super Mario Brothers Super Show" perfect. Well hopefully things will turn out for the best for me soon. And I don't have to worry about that troublesome pet again. Bye bye now. (???: Woofwoof!) Quiet you!!
Jessica
Arena poop
Hey Guys! Happy New Year! I haven't posted in about two month cause I'm been really busy with Christmas, work and of course the new year, but I did have a very interesting poop over the weekend. I went to watch a basketball game with my friend Leslie. I'm not much of a basketball fan myself, but Leslie is a huge fan and I go to a game every now and then with her. Despite not knowing much, I do enjoy watching the games. The stadium provides a great atmosphere and always gets me in a good mood. While watching the game I had a hot dog, nachos, and several beers. I'm not sure if it's just me, but beers often give me the bubble guts. Having one is okay, but anything over two will give me major gas and stomach issues. But of course, I always forget that in the moment and end up paying for it. Shortly after halftime, when we returned to our seats, I got a huge urge to poop. I tried to hold it in and wait until after the game but my stomach was seriously hurting. I told Leslie that I needed to go to the washroom and made my way over to the closest washroom, which was right outside the entrance to our section. It was relatively empty since most people had just gotten back to their seats from the halftime break. There were a few people washing their hands but all the stalls were open. I took the closest one and immediately unzipped my jeans and pulled down my green thong. Without any effort, I let out a long bubbly fart which lasted about 5 seconds. The others in the washroom definitely heard it and I was extremely embarrassed, but I couldn't control myself. I was a bit tipsy at the moment and honestly didn't care to hide anything. I sat up slightly and used my hands to spread my butt checks before sitting back down. I find this makes it easier to clean at the end and leaves less skid marks on my underwear. Anywho, I gave a light push and more bubble farts started to come out of me followed by multiple small strings of poop. The poop was very thin and came out of my butt very quickly. It was not liquid, but it was very soft. My friend Leslie sent me a text and asked if I was okay. I replied and told her I was pooping my guts out and sent her a selfie on the toilet. She told me to hurry up since the game was close and it was almost about to end. I pushed as hard as I could and endless amounts of soft serve poop came out of me for the next 8 minutes. I was finally finished. There was no more poop inside me, but I was still very gassy. I could have stayed seated to release more gas, but I didn't want to miss the end of the game. I quickly wiped my butt, which only took four wipes since my ass was spread wide the entire time. I made it back to my seat and enjoyed the rest of the game with Leslie and ended up spending the rest of the night at her place to catch up. Hope you enjoyed my story :)
Thunder
Mina , Maho's Relief
Thank you Mina for the posts on Maho 's constipation and relief . I wish I had someone to help me through a constipated motion. I can only get to my therapist occasionally. When I push really hard sometimes I feel like I am going to faint and I can be very exhausted after a BM . Ever since 1st January I have had very hard poos . Some of it feels so hard to the tough . Certainly a # 1 on the Bristol Stool Chart . I have been taking my Osmolax and it worked like a treat yesterday . Went twice and very easily yesterday morning and in the afternoon at work sat on the toilet for a wee and as I relax, my body shot a whole lot of poo. I had no urge before hand at all it just happened.
In Australia, we also have.All Bran.
Thanks for reading
Thunder
Anna Beth
Huge Poop Today
Listen, I needed to share this somewhere.
I took the biggest dump imaginable today. I'm a girl in my early 20's. I'm above average height, fit and curvy. People say I'm pretty and compliment my figure. I work out and jog to stay in shape and I eat a lot. I normally go everyday or every other day. But I had not gone to the bathroom since Friday.
I felt yuck until I downed a Celsius before work this morning. As soon as I got out of my car I felt everything move and that familiar feeling came back in my rear end signaling time to deliver chocolate to the porcelain palace. My stomach cramped, giving me a double whammy!
I walked straight to the break room and then went to the bathroom. They are only single restrooms so I would have privacy.
I sat down and let nature take its course. It felt SO GOOD!!
But when I stood up I couldn't believe how long and thick it was. It had to be well over a foot long and two inches thick minimum. I got my cell phone to document this!
I'm glad I did it at work. It would have clogged my toilet at home!
Nina
Reply Anna from Austria
I visit public toilets quite often and I also often encounter a shortage of toilet paper. In the office building where I work, there is a staff toilet, which usually has toilet paper, and on the ground floor there is a toilet, it is clean, open to everyone, but there is no toilet paper. Sometimes I go to this toilet to pee, but sometimes I poop when the urge arises. I admit that I do not always take tissues with me to this toilet and therefore I do without wiping.
I remember well the first feeling of my dirty ass, it was in my early childhood, which I spent in the village. My friend and I were riding our bikes and stopped at a forest plantation to go to the toilet. My friend said that she needed to take a crap, which coincided with my desire. We found a comfortable place, sat down not far from each other and started to take a crap. Soon after, my friend stood up and, without wiping herself, pulled up her panties and adjusted her skirt. We did not have napkins with us, and in such cases I usually wiped myself with leaves from the bushes. I asked my friend why she did not wipe herself. But she only said that she did not see a problem in doing without wiping. Then, without thinking twice, I just stood up and pulled up my panties too. At first, I did not feel anything and even forgot about my dirty ass for a while, until we got on our bikes and rode away. When we stopped, I felt my panties were between my buttocks, and I decided to adjust them. Then I felt wet and sticky.. Later. When I decided to pee, I took off my panties and saw a large frayed brown stain on the gusset. Before, I only noticed a few small stripes in this area, but now there is a significant brown stain. I don't know why, but I remembered this experience and later I began to repeat it more often. Now I do not feel dependent on the presence of toilet paper when I go to the toilet. I do not think that some limited time spent with an unwiped bottom can hurt.
Not weird, just autistic
Poor interoception
This happened quite a few years ago, in my 20s, I'm in my late thirties now...
It started while I was walking through the woods with my mum. I have poor interoception, which means I'm not always aware of what's happening inside my body until it becomes really urgent. At first, I just felt this vague discomfort in my stomach-like a heaviness that I thought I could ignore. But as we kept walking, the feeling became more noticeable, like an uncomfortable pressure that was hard to describe but impossible to ignore.
The terrain didn't help. Every step on the uneven ground made the sensation worse. The pressure in my abdomen started building, and I couldn't figure out how to manage it. I kept shifting my weight and adjusting my posture, trying to make it less intense, but it wasn't working. My heart was racing, and everything felt louder and brighter around me, adding to my sensory overload.
I told my mum, "I don't think I can wait much longer," but even as I said it, I wasn't fully sure how urgent it was. That's one of the tricky things about poor interoception-I don't always notice how bad things are until they're about to happen. My mum tried to reassure me, saying we'd be home soon, but I could feel my body tensing up. The pressure kept growing, and soon it was all I could focus on.
I stopped walking, pressing my legs together and bending forward slightly. It felt like the only way to keep some control. But even that wasn't enough. I could feel my body starting to take over, and I told my mum again, "I really can't hold it anymore." She paused and said gently, "It's okay. Just do what you need to do."
That was when I realized there wasn't a way out-I had to let go. I stood there for a moment, frozen, before bending my knees slightly and letting my body do what it needed to. The sensation of release was immediate and overwhelming. At first, there was this huge sense of relief, like a pressure valve finally opening. The warmth spread slowly, and I could feel the weight in the back of my clothes growing as everything settled.
It was strange and uncomfortable at first. The bulge pressed against me as it grew larger, and I was hyper-aware of the sensations. At the same time, I couldn't deny that the relief was immense. Once it was over, I stood there for a moment, unsure of how to move. Walking felt awkward because of the size of the bulge-it was heavy and shifted slightly when I moved.
I spotted a tree stump nearby and decided to sit down for a moment. Sitting felt strange at first because the bulge flattened slightly under my weight, pressing more firmly against me. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it, but to my surprise, it was oddly soothing. The pressure spread evenly, and the warmth was comforting in a way I hadn't expected. I even felt a pleasant shiver run through me as I adjusted to the sensation.
When I finally stood up, I instinctively squeezed my buttocks together, which made the bulge reappear more prominently. It was an odd but exciting feeling that caught me off guard. I held it for a moment, then relaxed again and focused on walking back to the car.
The car ride home added another layer to the experience. Sitting down caused the bulge to flatten even more, and the pressure and warmth became more noticeable. At first, it was a little overwhelming, but I found myself relaxing into it as the car hummed along. About halfway through the drive, I realized my bladder was starting to feel full. The urge built steadily, and by the time we reached home, I knew I couldn't hold it.
As I stepped out of the car and felt the cool air, I couldn't stop the release. The warmth spread downward in a steady flow, and the relief was just as intense as before. It was comforting and satisfying to let it happen, and I stood there for a moment, just breathing deeply and taking it all in.
When everything was done, I felt surprisingly at ease. The experience had been strange and unexpected, but it left me feeling calm and grounded in a way I didn't anticipate. Despite the embarrassment, I wouldn't mind repeating it if I ever found myself in a similar situation again.
Elsie
Kimberly C.H's Survey
1. What's your most bizarre poop experience (i.e., caught short on a hike, etc.)?
I went to a music festival, and someone had set up a camp toilet near the porta-potties. No barrier, just fully out in the open. Most people were still waiting for the porta-potty cubicles with locking doors, but those of us who couldn't wait and/or didn't care about privacy waited in the shorter line for the camp toilet. I was in that line because I had to pee and poo really badly, but I also must admit I was curious. Curious both about seeing all these strangers on the toilet seat with their pants down, and about what it would feel like to poo in such an exposed setting. When it was my turn, I was nervous, but it was ultimately liberating. I can tell that story in more detail if anyone would like me to.
2. Memorable childhood poop incidents?
This is from my middle school years. I was badly constipated - I hadn't pooed in about 3 or 4 days, which was unusual for me because I usually pooed at least once a day if not more. My mom was really worried about it and would ask me about it every day.
Anyways, I was at my friend Lauren's house and she came to pick me up. I had felt like I really had to poo but I was holding it in because I didn't want to poo at Lauren's house at all, let alone struggle on the toilet for a long time and then cause a blockage.
But after we said goodbye and before we got to the car, a big cramp hit me and I suddenly doubled over. My mom asked me what was wrong, and if I had to poo. I had to admit that I did, but insisted I could wait until we got home. I really couldn't, but I would have rather pooed my pants in my mom's car than go back into Lauren's house and block her toilet.
Unfortunately, my posture (I could barely stand, let alone walk) spoke for itself.
So my mom, without asking me, knocked on the door, and when Lauren's dad answered, she asked if I could use their bathroom. He said sure. My mom took me by the hand and ushered me into their house. My poo had already started to come out, so I had to clench my bum really hard. Lauren gave me a strange look as I waddled along.
My mom guided me into the bathroom, and told me she'd be right outside if I needed her. I closed the door behind me and lamented that there was no lock. I yanked my pants down to my ankles, and immediately sat down. This poo that had previously felt too hard to come out started coming out of me - slowly, but almost effortlessly.
Outside the bathroom door, I could hear my mom talking to Lauren's parents. They were being pretty quiet, but I clearly heard her say, "Sorry about this. She just has a ???? ache." I felt so embarrassed.
Once my poo came out far enough that it was at its widest point, it paused. I groaned from the pain. Immediately, my mom knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I was alright.
I told her that I was fine, but through my strained voice, I wasn't very convincing. She gently knocked, and, without waiting for my answer, she came in. The bathroom in our house was never locked when we were peeing, so we saw each other on the toilet plenty. But we usually locked it for a poo. It had been years since the last time anyone had been in the bathroom with me while I was pooing.
My mom sat on the edge of the bathtub and asked me how "it" was going. In a whisper, I explained that my poo was halfway out and it felt stuck. While I explained, I started tearing up. She gave me a hug and then looked around the bathroom for a stepping stool. There wasn't one. While she looked for a stepping stool, I looked for a plunger, and realized that was also not available. I felt a spike of embarrassment.
She gently removed the plastic bag from their garbage can, turned the garbage can upside down, and told me to place my feet on it. I did so. Then she started rubbing my belly and asked me to try again. I started pushing, and although it hurt, the poo did start to move again. I tried not to make any noise, but with the pain and the effort, I made straining noises, and a few "OW"s that were louder than I would have liked.
Soon enough the gigantic poo plopped into the toilet. I scooched back on the toilet seat to get a better look. It was about the size of a softball, and looked like it was made of a bunch of smaller hard pieces of poo that were stuck together. My mom asked if I felt like I had more in me. I answered yes - because I did - but I didn't want to make the clog any worse, and I didn't want to sit here longer than I had to. So I asked her if we could 'finish this at home'. She said yes.
I also told her I didn't think it would flush, and asked her to go get a plunger. I did that for two reasons: 1: I didn't want to have to ask for a plunger myself, and 2: I wanted her out of the bathroom while I wiped myself.
As I wiped my bum and pulled my pants up, I could hear my mom saying to Lauren's mom, "I'm so sorry about this but I think we're going to need a plunger." I felt so humiliated, even though I knew Lauren's mom would be sweet and tactful. I wondered where Lauren was and how much of this she was privy to.
When my mom re-entered the bathroom, I flushed, and predictably, my poo didn't budge. She plunged it while I stood there awkwardly.
Later, talking to Lauren, I learned what she'd been privy to - practically everything. Definitely enough to know what was going on. Her parents sent her to her room because they sensed it was something sensitive, but nonetheless, she tried her hardest to listen in, and got the gist of what was happening. She did tease me about it, but not in a mean way, and never in front of anyone else. It wasn't too long after that that Lauren pooed in a stall next to me for the first time. I think my embarrassing experience made her feel more comfortable about that sort of thing. I never felt comfortable around her parents after that, though, even though they were nice as ever and never brought it up.
3. Have you wiped someone else's behind & do you remember what it was like?
Only my baby nephew. It's gross, but whatever, it needs to be done.
4. Have you ever seen someone pooping outside of the bathroom (like out in the world)?
I once caught a glimpse of a guy squatting with his shorts down while I was on a hike. I didn't stick around though.
5. Most unexpected poop experience?
See number 2...
Hisae (translated by Mina)
Dear Anna from Austria
We always love to read your posts.
I had similar experience with yours. I was 17 and in senior high school. I went to concert with my friends. In interval, I needed loo very much, I had strong stomachache. Many toilets in concert hall, some were Japanese style, some were Western style, I was lucky I got Western style one. Of course I had to wait, there was huge queue.
I sat down with bare bottom and burururururu started at once and didn't stop for 2~3 minutes. I did wee with doing bururururururu. Then I looked and there was huge pile of mushy with horrendous fragrance. I flushed twice, then sat down to clean my bottom, then flushed again and went out of loo.
I gave little bow to next woman in line, to say "I'm sorry kept you waiting", she answered with little bow and went into toilet which I came out. She had poker face. Nobody gave angry look to me. Everybody seem to think, if you gotta go you gotta go, like Mina often read in this site. I washed hands and went back to my friends. They said with eyes, "you did defecate didn't you?"
"Yes"
"I hope you feel good"
"thank you"
Concert started again after that.
I think most women and maybe also men don't care about loo so long as it isn't too dirty, for example mierda on floor next to loo or mierda on seat. I don't like skid mark so I used loo paper to erase, but in Japan most people don't care, they say "shikata ga nai", it means "we can't help". Maybe most women and girls, include my friends, think that if you are a diarrhoea, you have to do defecate huge volume and nobody needs mock you. One of my friends was in cubicle beside my cubicle and I think she told our friends, "Chae is a diarrhoea" but nobody snigger. (She could hear my bururururururu noise, but she finished her wee while I still making noise.) Everyone my friends hope that I am healthy girl.
We all think that you, Anna, were surround by women who think same thing. They also make horrendous fragrance sometimes, and leave skid mark sometimes. Anyone who try complain is nasty woman, you don't need listen. We are happy nobody said nothing.
We hope you can always defecate with happy feeling and we hope you are good health and happy all the time.
We say same thing to everybody, Love to everybody.
Hisae, and Chakamami Family
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
Anna Beth
Mushy Release
I wrote about having the huge poop yesterday. Today's poop was not as enjoyable. I don't like soft, mushy poops. I feel dirty and embarrassed.
Maybe tomorrow's will be solid. Until then...
Tricky
Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt2
This is a continuation of my previous entry, "Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt1".
As I sat on the Ladies' room toilet, the copious gas audibly but softly filtered through the poopjam blocking my colon coming out with a muffled...
*pof-fffftt-pfffttt-poot*
The solid log of poop slowly started coming out, crackling louder with a...
*plooft-z-t-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T*
It was wet, very smooth, hard, bulky, heavy, and extremely slow. It came out like wet water-based clay. I didn't have to push. It was coming out involuntarily as I felt a very sour, bloated, full, cramped, stretched-to-its-limits, and slightly nauseous feeling all over my lower abdomen, zaps of pain and spasms tickling my guts in random places. Yet it felt oddly blissful as I felt the pressure inside of myself slowly shift around, my insides slowly pushing out increasing amounts of this foul-smelling, sticky waste as one continuous, uninterrupted, thick, hard rope, millimeter by millimeter, on its own time. It felt awesome.
About 5 minutes passed, and it was still coming out at a glacial pace, consistently, involuntarily and effortlessly, crackling. It had my o-ring stretched to its limit, but it wasn't painful anymore and gently tickled my anus as it slowly moved out, now continuously. I knew from experience not to push, strain, or rush this massive payload, lest it get very painful to pass or cause anal bleeding. It was too big for that, and I had to let it out on its own time at its own pace, as I sat there, worried I'd need to get the plunger when I was done. It was also very smeary. I felt the lengthy rope of poop forcefully pushing upwards on my butt as it pushed itself against the porcelain bowl, leaving thick, warm smears of filth all over my buttcheeks and also the inside of the toilet bowl, already above the water line, with plenty more still coming out of me. I enjoyed every sensation of it as I was reading the magazine, taking my time as was habit whenever I needed to poop at this workplace. I needed all the time that was reasonable to complete the task.
I heard footsteps in the cafeteria get closer to the door. The restroom door opened and I heard a stopper deployed to keep it propped open. As this wet, smooth, filth-covered dirt-dragon was still slowly slithering out of my butthole, I briefly saw Mel's face through the gap in the stall as she entered the restroom. We locked eyes. She quickly turned around and faced away from me upon realization that she was now seeing me through the massive stall gap sitting on the toilet, mid-poop, with my pants/underwear at my shoes, hairless ankles/legs/butt exposed, and magazine on my lap. The stall gap was at least 2 inches wide and left nothing to the imagination, as I recalled how much of the toilet was visible through the gap just by standing at the entrance. I was certain she saw my face and left buttcheek as we made eye contact.
*BRA-A-A-A-P*
A loud, crackling fart slipped out and the door slammed shut as I felt a wave of embarrassment come over me. Mel just saw me siting on the toilet pooping and she heard that loud fart.
5 more minutes passed as I continued pooping, nowhere close to being finished, massive log still loudly crackling it's way out of me. There was a knock on the door and it cracked open. With a sense of embarrassment, Mel said "Uh, sorry to bother you kiddo, but are you still on the toilet?"
I didn't know what to say or do as one or two long and awkward seconds passed, before I figured out to say something. I was embarrassed that she saw me through the gap earlier and heard the tell-tale fart. There was zero mystery as to what I was doing, and I was now reminded of her intrusion minutes ago. "Yeah."
More awkward silence for a few more seconds, except for the audible sounds of gassy poop involuntarily crackling out of my butt while she held the door ajar, obviously not wanting to see a partial but generous view of me the toilet again. I knew she could hear it coming out of me from the door, as I could hear the crackling/farting echoing in the toilet bowl and about the walls of the restroom.
*t-Z-t-Z-t-Z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z* *pfft*
She was now impatient, perhaps annoyed. "You've been in here for almost 15 minutes and I need to get my tools. I can't finish the Mens' room without them. Will you be much longer?"
All I could do was awkwardly say "Yeah. It was a bit of an emergency and I'm still going.", drowning in my shame.
This was very embarrassing. She was standing outside less than 5 feet away from where I sat. I could see the door slightly ajar through that obnoxiously sized and placed gap in the stall and knew that if she walked in she'd get a good view of me on the crapper again, as a massive rope of crap was still slowly working its way out of my asshole. I didn't say anything as more seconds passed, poop crackling out. She continued, "You said you had to pee. You coulda' said you needed to do a #2. I coulda' gotten everything outta' here before you sat down."
I heard the door get propped all the way open again as Mel said with barely concealed embarrassment combined with annoyance, "I hate to intrude, but I gotta' get back to work. Jim(the manager) just left to the hardware store and he's not here to get my tools out for me. I won't look at ya'."
She walked in facing the stall but looking down at my feet and away from the side gap, well aware of the big gaps showcasing me as the toilet user, clearly wanting to minimize her interaction with me in such an awkward shituation. The dirt dragon was still audibly slithering out of me, crackling, and I knew she could hear it. Even focused on my reading material I could see within my peripheral vision her struggle to fold the ladder and exit, trying her best to avoid looking through the gap at me. I tried to halt my sounds or progress as she re-entered facing the stall again, turning to her left to get to the tool cart, but it hurt and it started quickly and more loudly coming out in response to my attempt to slow/hold it.
While standing right in front of the stall door perhaps only two feet from me, she turned around to get the tool cart oriented to get it through the narrow doorway. She pushed hard on the heavy cart, not wanting to be in here any longer than needed, getting it caught on the door stopper. The abrupt noise of the wheel hitting the door stopper was loud and startled me a bit. My nerves were already on edge with this lady having intruded upon my solitude. Without warning, the gas and poop came rushing out.
*BRAURT-T-T-T* *PLAPT-thup*
There wasn't even any water left to make a splash, as it was all covered with poop, the tip of the turd loudly landing on the side of the toilet bowl, revealing its density and weight. The noise all loudly echoed about the toilet bowl and the walls shook just the same as they always did in the Mens' room during particularly loud bowel movements. She heard it all. I was extremely embarrassed. I meekly uttered, "Sorry."
She was standing in front of the stall door with her back turned to me, now resting against the stall door for what was maybe two long and awkward seconds, literally less than one foot of distance in front of my shoes, trying to look away from the mirror that partially exposed me via stall gap while she maneuvered the cart. She said, "No need to be ashamed. It's a restroom. We all do the same thing here."
I heard the cart get loudly rolled out, as she notified me "Ok, kiddo. I'm out now!" The door shut. Her intrusion was done and over within about 30 seconds. It felt like minutes. I was relieved she was gone from the room. A second dirt snake now slithered its way out of my ass, with the same involuntary urgency of the first, but it was slightly thinner and much faster, while every bit as smeary and messy as the first.
*t-Z-t-Z-t-Z-T-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-z-z-z-z-z-z-z* *pooffft* *t-Z-t-Z-t-T-z-T-z-T-z-T*
The restroom now stunk with a thick aroma, like poison mushrooms consuming a rotten tree trunk. It had a nutty odor. All of my poop coiling up above the waterline was the source of the stink. As Mel was pushing the tool cart to the Mens' room, I heard the manager walk into the cafeteria. He hadn't left after all.
Mel greeted him in slight frustration, "Where've YOU been!? <My name omitted>'s still in the restroom, and I needed you to go in and get my tools!"
I heard my manager(Jim) remark, "I went to get the ladder from the closet but it wasn't there. I loaded the old fixtures in the truck."
Melanie responded, "Sorry. I left it in the Ladies' room while I ate a quick bite, but <my name omitted> went in to leave a deposit. I'm in a hurry trying to get everything done and I thought you left to the hardware store. I had no choice but to walk in on him."
Jim replied, "No, I haven't got everything in the truck yet. Is he still on the pot?"
Mel, sounding awkward and embarrassed, laughing: "Yeah. I hope I didn't embarrass him."
Jim: "Ha! It's been 15 minutes. He must be taking a big one."
Mel: "Yeesh. I feel bad for violating his privacy."
Jim: "He shouldn't mind. He brings a magazine with him just like I do. Everyone knows it."
Mel laughed, "Whatever helps you guys get comfortable enough to relax, I guess. I took one just before he got here, but I didn't get the Ladies' room cleaned yet. I left the toilet a mess."
Jim replied, "I'll have him do the cleaning. For as long as he's been in there, it will probably still be mess when he's done. Don't worry. Get the tools set up in the Mens' room again and keep at it."
Mel, chuckling, "Alrighty. I'll be glad when this is done. The new restrooms will be so much nicer."
I heard her rearranging the tool cart, as my manager walked to the Ladies' room. Cracking the door, he politely but jovially asked me, "Is this how you keep your girlish figure? How much longer before you finally get to work, crapping kiddo?"
I nervously answered, still pooping, knowing a lot of cleanup was needed, "At least 5 more minutes."
He then calmly remarked, "Alrighty. Don't let your legs fall asleep from sitting too long!"
I heard Mel laughing hysterically at the banter, as she rolled her cart to the supply closet in effort distance herself from this awkward scene, yelling, "Jiiiiim! Leave the poor kid alone already!"
He shut the door, leaving me to finish in solitude. I only needed another 2 minutes or so to empty myself. I felt a very satisfying vacuum in my colon once it was out. A mountain of coiled brown poop filled the bowl. The little water that could be seen was like a murky, deep, brownish green moat surrounding this impenetrable citadel of crap. It was a solid, sticky, messy, smeary, stinky pile of crap that came out of me, probably weighing no less than four pounds. Worried that adding toilet paper would clog it, I activated a powerful flush that mercifully didn't clog or flood the floor. I think I made the right call as I heard lots of water barely sputtering its way down, leaving errant nuggets and three large softball-sized chunks of my poop still in the bowl, bobbing up and down. I flushed a second time to get rid of it all before wiping. The bowl was still coated in thick brown streaks. Another 7-8 minutes was spent thoroughly wiping my messy poop-smeared ass with lots of non-absorbent industrial toilet paper. I needed it, and looked forward to taking a shower when I got home as well. I had poop all around my hole, down to my upper legs, and even a little that somehow got onto my lower back just below my shirt. No matter how many times I wiped, I could never get fully clean, and I called it quits around the time that each new wipe revealed only a small streak of brown. I clearly still had lots of soft poop in my GI tract that had nothing substantial behind it to push it out, as I felt a strong vacuum sensation in my colon from the mass that had just vacated. The toilet paper barely went down on the third flush.
My manager came in as I flushed for the fourth time, 10 minutes after he last addressed me. While exiting the stall, I could see a bunch of dark brown, oily, nutty, sticky skidmarks well above the water line saturating the entirety of the toilet bowl, with some smaller partially-washed streaks still trailing into the drain of the toilet and beyond the s-bend, not erased even by the strong flushes of this thirsty WWII-era fixture. The room still stunk. This all meant that my next task was cleaning the Ladies' room, as there was no dedicated janitor and you were expected to clean up your messes here. My manager rushed to the stall as I washed my hands, using the toilet for a piss, not even lifting the seat or latching the door. I awkwardly told him, knowing that he could see the brown, stinky carnage left in my wake, "I'll be back to clean the toilet."
My manager, now loudly urinating, splashing his stream directly into the water, said, "That's what I was hoping. Not fair for Mel to deal with THIS shit! Your job tonight is to clean the building. Mel's gonna get the Mens' room ready for tomorrow."
I was very embarrassed. He obviously saw the mess I left in that toilet bowl. It was in far worse condition than when I first sat down on it, and that bowl was already a smeary mess then, thanks to Mel. He flushed and zipped up. As he washed his hands, I chased down Mel at the supply closet to get the cleaning supplies.
She asked me while failing to hide her knowing smirk, "Do you need the plunger again, Mister?"
I responded, "No ma'am."
I was embarrassed at her acknowledgment of what I just did, coupled with her matter-of-fact sincerity, reminding me that she still recalled when I clogged the Mens' room commode with an unflushable turd. She knew what I just did and even saw and heard me on the toilet just minutes ago.
She said, "You flushed it four times. I'm not judging you, but the plumbing here sucks. That's why the bathrooms are getting new pipes. Unfortunately, we have to change out these fixtures. Federal law."
I finally started working at 6:30PM, physically feeling like a million bucks, but almost sick with embarrassment that my massive emergency dump drew so much attention my way just minutes ago. Mel accompanied me back to the cafeteria as I pushed the cleaning cart. She had already set it up for me with some latex gloves, a spray bottle with bleach, a toilet brush, some rags, broom, dustpan, mop, bucket with sanitizer, mirror cleaner, and the key to unlock the TP dispenser. My right hand pushed the cart as I used my left hand to carry the industrial-sized toilet paper roll, because it didn't fit on the cart.
I entered an empty Ladies' room. I heard Mel in the adjacent Mens' room begin wrenching away on something as I cleaned. I replaced the toilet paper first and realized I'd gotten lucky I had enough to finish wiping myself earlier. There was no paper left on the roll. I used it all. And I still wasn't as clean as I normally get. The trashcan was given a new bag. I then scrubbed the toilet and repeatedly had to flush it, because there was enough smears stuck to the sides of the toilet bowl to keep the water brown. It took me three minutes or so just to clean the toilet, with me flushing it at least 5 more times in the meantime to try to keep the toilet brush from accumulating too much wet, sticky poop, and another two minutes for the rest of the room including the floor, mirror, sinks, and trashcan. I did have to use a lot of air freshener and yet again repeatedly flush the toilet after the water was finally clear, just to mostly get rid of the smell I left behind earlier. A smell that Mel had probably also experienced, but was kind enough not to acknowledge. I left the door open to air the restroom out. The restroom was sparkling and spotless, and even if an unpleasant odor courtesy of me still lingered, it was overpowered with the strong, burning scent of bleach and I expected/hoped my fecal odor wouldn't linger for much longer.
At the end of the shift at 8PM, Mel complemented me on how well I cleaned the Ladies' toilet this time as the manager stood with us. Knowing him, I could only assume he told her just how bad the mess was because he was unabashedly fascinated by things of this nature, but they tactfully never brought this up again. I thought this was the last time I would ever feel any embarrassment pooping at this job, but the next day had other plans. I had work again the next morning, and all of that soft, sticky, stuck poop lining the inside of my lower GI tract like wet cement still had to come out. The new restrooms would offer full privacy and were going to be lockable, for use by one person at a time. No more massive stall gap to partially expose the toilet user or coworkers awkwardly standing near someone sitting on the commode less than 2 feet away having to make the effort to avoid looking in. I looked forward to it. But I ended up having to take another emergency poop the next morning before they were ready...
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning had a wee then two mugs of tea felt the urge for a BM went to the campervan and used the ADVENTURIDGE PORTTA POTTIE.
This is the first poop since Sunday evening today IS Tuesday hope weather stays mild so tomorrow I can have another NUMBER TOO in the van
Katie
Replying to J (Modesty pee)
As for you question about modesty peeing in skirts, most of the modesty pees I've done are in skirts. I only mention the pants and shorts because they are the most notable. Very easy to pee in skirt, I just spread my legs and pee straight down through my panties. No noticeable wet spot at all. If I'm hanging out in my backyard by myself and I'm wearing a skirt, sometimes I don't even wear panties.
Bianca
Today my poop was loose. The most memorable poop after dinner had a couple of squirty farts near the end. When I had to go, the urges were light. Sometimes, I feel myself in the stories I run into on this site. I imagine myself going to the toilet, etc. I really stunk up the bathroom today. Bye!
Bianca
New Poster
Hi Tully! Welcome to the forum. I hope you get relief from being constipated. I have confidence you'll poop soon. It's always exciting to meet new contributors. All for now. Bye
Jessica W
To Tully
Welcome and sorry to hear about your constipation. I too been constipated lately, I always had those issues since I was little and I recommend some fiber, and if it still doesn't work, pepto bismol.
G'day,
Jessee
Nina
When I was at school, my parents had friends whom we would sometimes visit on weekends. They had a daughter who was a couple of years older than me and we often played in their garden, which was next to the house. The garden was quite large and we always went deep into it, there were big apple trees and lots of bushes with berries. I liked that you could pick and eat all of it. Of course, during the day we had to go to the toilet. I remember the very first time I needed to poop, I told my friend that I had to go inside. To which she replied that she never went home to poop when she was walking in the garden and that we could do it right there and there would be no problem, offering to do it together. She said that she might not be able to poop now, but she would definitely be able to pee. We chose a comfortable spot next to a bush, lifted our dresses and lowered our panties to our knees. Having settled down from each other at a distance of about a couple of meters, each did her own thing. I remember that at first I let out a good stream of urine, and my friend did the same. I saw that she was trying to strain herself in order to poop. My poop did not take long to come out and immediately began to crawl out of my ass one after another. The poop was soft and it was very easy to poop. My friend smiled and said that she would succeed now too and with relief squeezed out a not very large poop onto the grass. We began to laugh. After which I saw how a poop similar to a snake jumped out from under her ass. She exhaled with relief, immediately stood up and pulled up her panties. I asked her about wiping, but she only smirked and said that it was easy, when necessary, to do without it. I wanted to wipe myself with leaves from the bush, but I didn't do it either, looking at her, and just pulled up my panties and adjusted my dress. There were two piles of poop on the grass. I remember that my poop was darker in color and the pile was almost twice as big. Later, on other days, we again allowed ourselves to go to the toilet together. More often we sat down to pee, but sometimes we pooped.
My Post-Holiday Routine
For like 16 days we were out of school and I was able to do my pees and poos leisurely at home. I pooped most every day at about mid-morning. No need to worry about holding it for an hour when I could go during study hall. No need to survey 7 or 8 toilets to identify which has the cleanest seat. My craps are soft, but that means I go through a lot of toilet paper to fully clean myself. Sometimes I even have to go to another nearby toilet where there's more toilet paper available to finish my cleaning. Sometimes when I sit for a pee at school I have to wait for a toilet to open. Then once I'm seated on it I worry about those on both sides of me hearing my very noisy and sometimes interrupted pee. I'm very self-conscious about that and I know it can be irritating for the person on the other side of the door who might be about the burst. One girl, older and rather opinionated said waiting for me could cause a riot. Sorry--I just started crying.
Eric
Firm and satisying
I've been increasing fiber the past week and it's starting to pay of. I went beyond the recommended 25fg and almost to 50g some days. The first days was pretty gassy and swollen, but it's getting better lately. This morning I was awarded with a huge and wide bowel movement. It came all by itself, but I had to wait for over five minutes for it to get started. It did't hurt but felt really good. It came in three very wide but not so long turds. After about an hour after that first one it was time again. This time it was a smaller pice, a straggler of sorts. It hurt a bit and I had to push quite a bit to get it out. But here was more to come. After lunch and coffee it was time for my third visit to the bathroom and I produced single very pleasant movement. After dinner it was time for the last one so far and also the best one. Particularly firm one. First a very hard golf-ball came out and plopped loudly in the water below and two more , each one smaller than the previous, followed to my great pleasure.
Postman
Response and today's poop
Tully- I feel for you. I know what it's like to be really constipated. All I can say is drink lots of water and maybe try a stool softener. It'll come. Good luck!
I've been trying to eat more fiber lately and it seems to be paying off. This morning I had a nice smooth snake, about a foot long, and a few shorter logs. I was scrolling Facebook and just taking my time. Worked well. Relaxing on the toilet in a nice warm bathroom is one of life's simple pleasures.
Happy pooping, all!
Makayla
Doorbell Ditched while on the toilet
Hi my name is Makayla and I recently had a rather embarrassing situation. I just graduated from college and I moved back in to stay at my parent's house. It was a Saturday morning when my parents went out to run normal weekend errands and grocery shopping. I had the home to myself and slept in. I got up around 11am and went to the master bathroom. I have been very constipated the last few days but I anticipated I was going to have a bowel movement this morning. I lifted up my somewhat oversized tshirt, lowered my white granny panties (I wear these when I don't feel too great.) and anchored my butt to the toilet seat. I felt some movement and started to push….nothing. I stayed planted on the seat and after ten minutes a turd started to turtle head out of my butthole.
DING DONG!
Seriously?!? Out of all the possible times I could try to take a crap SOMEONE had to ring the doorbell.
I decided to ignore it as the first stool was humongous and stretched my butt…it was a little painful too. Now I was starting to get some soft mushy poop exiting my ass.
It was about a minute later…..DING DONG!
Not sure if anyone else ever had the feeling of going to the bathroom only to feel that you weren't done? Well that is how I felt just as I heard the bell ring for the third time
DINGALINGDONG.
UGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
As I had to answer the door I did not have time to wipe my tushy. I pulled up my panties and pulled down my shirt hoping I do not get too many skit marks. I literally ran down the stairs as if I was walking on eggshells. I open the door and….no one was there. I waited there and gave up after 5 minutes. I closed the door and ran back upstairs. I pulled down my panties and a small skidmark was noticeable… perfectly addressable with some soap and water I thought.
Just as my butt hit the toilet seat the doorbell rang again. DINGALINGALINGDONG
I pulled up my panties and made a bee line for the front door. I opened it and it was a roof repair chaser. He complained that I made him wait and that's why he went to the next house. I told him I definitely did not want work done on my roof and he was not welcome to come back. Also I was not happy that he disrupted me in the bathroom. Just before I could get him to leave he asked if he could use my toilet. Trying to be somewhat nice while holding back in the soft bowel movement that was knocking on my anal door I said "sure, go ahead." He opened and closed the door to the half bath I had on the first floor. From the distance I heard a loud fart noise and then a squeal (thought it was gas). IA few minutes later he opened the door and quickly walked out. " Excuse me" I asked?
"Oh, thanks" he said and he went on his merry way. I huffed and closed the door. I literally grabbed my buttcheeks all the way upstairs to prevent a messy accident. It took me half an hour to clean my butt and panties. I walked back to the half bath and noticed the guy didn't even do a courtesy to flush the toilet. He left a foot and a half long turd staring at me in the toilet bowl. The nerve of that guy….Oh well, I guess I had it coming…..soooo embarrassing.
Mina
All Bran! and its effect
Hi Everyone, Happy New year! (Not so new.)
Thank you Annie and Thunder for kind words. We are always moved very much when people say kind things to us.
Thunder, you asked for Maho's story of constipate, so here it is. It was happened last month, but Kazu made memo, so we can tell. We try to tell wonderful way for you.
We see that some people talk about All-Bran, it is cereal that has good effect on constipate. So we eat sometimes, Maho often. We are lucky that we can buy All-Bran in Japan. We think it is not Japanese cereal. Our favourite breakfast dish include All-Bran is: yoghurt with banana, kiwi, All-Bran, kinako powder, raisins, cinnamon, sometimes dates or prunes. Mix together. Delicious very much.
In December Maho was painful constipate. 20 minutes on loo on a Tuesday and only a few golf balls. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, nothing. She didn't feel good her stomach but even she is constipate, she always eat, so we are scared she will burst. She ate lots All-Bran.
Even she eat and eat, she doesn't change her shape. She is still beautiful figure!! Where she put all that food??
Saturday, after a breakfast, Maho said, "I think I can do motions!" with smile. We all say "Yiiiii!!" We are happy for her. We went to green flat, because we are sure we will need tatami room after Maho's huge defecate.
"Maholin you go first?"
"Better some one else first, then when I watch her defecate, my bottom will get excite and then I can do," Maho said. So Hisae bared her beautiful bottom and sat on loo with Maho next her.
Buu, buu, plop, plop, Hisae's bottom very active at once. Many farts (buu) and plops and splats, so Maho flushed loo, then more buu plop splat. Maho made funny noises. She was feeling something inside her bottom. But she said Hisae, "stay on loo, Chae, and finish. Don't be hurry!" So Chae continued buu plop splat until she was empty perfectly. She squeezed Maho's hand hard long time. "Maholin I love you." When Maho hear these words, her bottom react. "After you finish, I am sure I will do. Chae I love you." Kazu and Mina at door say "Uuuuuuu." Happy sound.
Finally Hisae finish her huge defecate, and after she washed her bottom with washlet Maho dried her. Maho's bottom saying many things, Maho said.
So Maho sat on loo, Hisae next her for massage. But when Maho pushed, nothing happened. Nothing came out. Maho was tearful face. Why her beautiful bottom never cooperate??
Suddenly BUUU under Maho's bottom. Happy!
But after that, again nothing.
Maho decided put off socks (she already not wearing pyjamas and panties) and put up loo seat and climbed on loo rim. Then she squatted.
"It's coming maybe."
"Uuuuuu."
Push push. Brrapp. (Mina learn this onomatopaeia in this site.)
"Yiiiii!"
Slowly Maho's beautiful bottom domed out. Turtlehead appeared! It is coming! Hisae's fingers dig into Maho's lower back. Mina and Kazu holding Maho from front so she don't slip. Mina kneeling, Kazu standing.
Turd came out slowly. Very long! Wide was only about four centimetres, but long was about 40 and then it broke. Splash into loo. "Yiiii!" More push, turd grew longer again broke again, push, grow longer, broke... Khaki colour, not so dark brown. Not smooth.
After five heavy splashes (we know from Kazu's memo) Maho started breathe, so we know she is pause. She stood up and Hisae flushed, then Maho sat down on loo again. Kazu busy to scribble on memo pad. More easier than use phone, she said.
Nothing happened for few minutes but then we hear brrapp brrapp brrapp, so Maho is starting again. Then suddenly Maho stood up and climbed on loo again and squatted. Crushes waiting with breath bate. Beautiful bottom suddenly domed, then next turd appeared, more quicker than before one. Grew longer and longer and broke just like before one, and same size, but only four plops it said on Kazu's memo.
So Hisae flush again. Then Maho sat down on loo again, and this time she stayed sitting. And for ten minutes she produced some plops, one at a time, they were medium size, we could see. And many little ones. "Maholin you are most beautiful woman in whole world." "No, you are."
Then beautiful Maho gave big breath. "Finally I empty." Tears on faces of all four of us. "Maholin how you feel?" "I feel refresh!!" We are so happy for her. She washed her bottom with washlet and we all dried with our love. Kazu flushed, that was third flush, Kazu was last one to dry Maho.
Kazu sat on loo and then Mina sat on loo, but this post too long so we don't give detail. But it was same with Hisae, except motions were more harder. Both Mina and Kazu on loo about ten minutes. About ten large turds each, and many little ones. And many farts. We all do o-nara much more than before when we sit on loo. Because we are old?? For New Year motion, Mina forgot to write, we did o-nara (fart) again and again and again all of us, in between of our defecates.
And then we rushed to tatami room and covered Maho with hugs and kisses and caresses. So Maho shout, "Don't make tea! I will make!!" And she made, and we drank, and it was delicious.
So beautiful time!!
We end story here, I (Mina) don't want to make off-subject post.
We hope everyone is very fine. Love to everyone.
Chakamami Family (Hisae, Maho, Kazumi, Mina)
Anna from Austria
Reply to Nina I enjoyed your story and I can empathize with how your colleague felt. I happened to quite often as well that there was no toilet paper in my stall after doing my number 2.
But unlike your colleague I could manage it to get some toilet paper from the other stalls or I could get some paper towels from the area with sinks.
It was still quite embarrasing to move around in the ladies room my pants and undies down somehow.
it was a miracle that I never got caught.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Leah
Tully
That sounds a bit extreme, I am in a similar position myself so I can reconcile, I needed to go last night for a poo around 8pm but I had a case of the rabbit droppings, about 50 of them. Even though I eat well.
I have this morning brought a much needed laxative that I will now experiment with.
What do you think has caused your constipation?
What work do you do that means you can't use the loo when you need to?
That sounds horrible.
Do you poo mostly at home or at work?
Do you force yourself to go? By pushing and grunting?
It's embarrassing I know all all about that. I hope you have a nice big poo soon and feel better. Speak soon
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Pete
Does anyone else have problems with sitting comfortably on the toilet? If I sit fairly well forward, which is very convenient when you get to the wiping stage I find that small pieces of shit tend to lodge on the walls of the toilet bowl just above the water level and not to be removed by flushing. I appreciate that it is easy to clear these using a toilet brush, but then you have the problem of cleaning up the brush, so I tend to avoid using the brush except in urgent cases. Repeated flushing often helps to loosen such adherent material but if you have time and know that no one else will be using the toilet in the meantime, I find it a good squirt of strong bleach usually shifts it after an hour or so.
BR>
Pete)
Heated toilet seat
We are having a particularly cold spell in Britain at the moment and I am really glad that my new bathroom has a Japanese toilet with heated seat. Before I got it I was very sniffy about heated seats. I could not conceive any reason why it was necessary. However, in cold weather it is proving particularly pleasant to be able to sit and shit in comfort. Does anyone else have a heated toilet seat?
Bianca
Farting
Yesterday I had refried beans that made me gassy. It didn't start getting bad until dinner. Sometime after eating broccli cheese soup, I started stinking up my room. Some of my farts were loud, too. Despite the smell, I had fun farting! Bye
Emma two )
Big relief early this morning
My last poo was three days ago and I woke up at two AM this morning with a stomach ache and a very desperate need to use the toilet. I ran to the bathroom holding my bottom trying my best not to poo myself and I just about made it in time. I quickly pulled my pyjama shorts and knickers down together getting them all bunched up in the process and threw myself onto the toilet seat and the moment my bottom touched the seat I exploded what felt like a bucketful of a hot mud into the poor unsuspecting toilet. Man it felt so good to get all that out and I pushed at the end of it to make sure I got it all out and wiped myself thoroughly before pulling my knickers and shorts back up more carefully this time. I washed my hands and returned to my bed feeling so much better for that massive clearout. I slept blissfully until my alarm went off at six thirty and as a precaution I went to the toilet again but I only had to pee which was good.
KEVIN
Replies
KATIE:
I like that you take modesty pees. Much better than holding it in all day. If I was a girl I probably would too. When you pee through your panties in a skirt, is it uncomfortable to have wet panties for the rest of the day, or do they dry fast? Have you ever pulled the crotch to the side to pee?
LINDSEY J:
I'm sorry to hear your mom's rule about only boys being allowed to poop outside and not girls. That must have been difficult walking past your brother's piles of poop when you yourself were desperate. I hope you made it to a toilet ok. When a girl squats down to pee, is it hard to not let the poop out too?
Sunday, January 12, 2025
Tricky
Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt1
This is a continuation from my last entry, "The Lock Broke on the Stall", involving that same workplace.
I had feasted greatly the day I turned 19. I was also given lots of my favorite snacks, including a large 32oz jar of mixednuts roasted in peanut oil, which I devoured in its totality the day of my birthday and during the day after while doing college homework. It proved to be a foolish decision.
It was now day 2 of no poop since my birthday. I woke up in the morning realizing that I had both college that day and work that night. My courses had a tight schedule, classes from 8AM to 5:30PM with 10 minute breaks between classes and only a 30 minute break from 12:30PM to 1PM to eat or get anything else done. I had to begin work at my job at 6PM and stay on shift until 8PM.
I skipped breakfast that morning due to time constraints but did get 48oz of water in me to try to relieve the constipation and bloating I felt. I knew skipping breakfast would further disrupt my bowel habits, but I chose to shower instead of eat. Having learned my lesson, I took only a quarter dose of the laxative I last used, the same one that gave me really bad runs at work months ago, since I worried that even a half dose was too much. I had a test in one of my classes at 1PM and was hoping I'd poop before then. Under no circumstances did I want an emergency while taking the test. I packed a lunch and dinner for the day. When I got to campus, the very first thing I did was head to the Mens' room and sit on the toilet in one of three stalls. Nothing budged, so I went to class ten minutes late.
All morning, I had been drinking a lot of water and peeing every 10 minute break between classes, farting out some very foul gas at the urinals as I stood near other male students. But the urge to push out the lunker didn't materialize all morning.
Immediately after I ate a packed lunch at 12:30PM, I decided to go into the Mens' room to sit in one of the stalls since I wouldn't have the time later since I had a calculus exam at 1PM. I got into an intimate two-stall one-urinal bathroom followed in by another student who took the adjacent stall. He was a very boyish Asian student with short black hair, maybe 5'-6" tall, 100 lbs, looking at least as young as myself. There was no one else in the room, making the vibe awkwardly quiet. I silently and gently pushed and strained, hoping to get something going, waited, and couldn't get anything solid to budge through my anus, as my stall neighbor sat down and peed, every drip echoing about the room. As we awkwardly sat on the toilets with our pants down low, I almost felt like I needed to poop while sitting there, but nothing budged, and I remained silent, not even gas slipping out. I envied my neighbor who I heard taking a long, solid and quietly crackling shit in the adjacent stall. I heard him quietly grunting, and could hear every muffled crackle and fart coming from his asshole with each push. I envied him for his relief that I didn't get as I sat silently on the adjacent toilet like some creeper with not even a fart coming out while I heard him spill his guts without hesitation or delay. I was embarrassed that nothing was coming out, because my neighbor had to have noticed my silence. This room amplified every sound. He was wiping when my watch displayed 2 minutes to exam time. I re-dressed, exited my stall without flushing, and washed my hands. My stall mate exited his stall, soon to be heading to the same classroom. He appeared embarrassed that I intimately heard all of the gross sounds of his toilet session.
I got to my next class at 1PM. I was farting at my desk every 2-3 minutes or so while I took the test. They were mostly silent-but-deadlies with some muffled but slightly audible stinkers. I'm sure those sitting near me heard my insides churning and gurgling slightly louder than the scratching noise of their pencils on paper.
*rort-r-r-r-r-r-r-R-R-r-r-t-T*
I turned the exam in at the end of the course period. Before I headed to my next class, I spent another 15 minutes sitting on the toilet in a lockable single-user unisex facility, hoping the extra privacy would be sufficiently inviting to my body to compel it to finally unload its excess weight. No poop came out.
I went about the remainder of the school day farting a lot between classes while walking back and forth to various Mens' rooms to pee out all that water I'd been drinking, but not feeling a real urge to defecate.
It was now maybe 5:45PM and I was at the workplace. Melanie unlocked the door to let me in. Me and the manager were sitting in the cafeteria as Mel prepared herself a meal of microwavable cheeseburgers in the kitchenette. I was eating a sandwich, chips, and fruit I packed for a quick meal to eat before starting my job at 6PM. It was just us three in the building tonight.
The restrooms in the cafeteria area were currently undergoing upgrades, being converted into lockable single-user ADA compliant spaces. The Mens' room was currently out of order. Mel said that the Mens' room would not have the toilet or the urinal working until next morning. The Ladies' room now had the only working toilet available in the building. Mel mentioned she spent all afternoon re-doing the lights in the Ladies' room since they went out, taking away time she needed to get the new toilet fixtures installed in the Mens'. At about 5:55PM, my manager left the cafeteria, as I prepared to throw the trash from my dinner away. I stood at the trashcan as I threw my paper bag, apple core, and banana/orange peels into the trashcan.
Finally, the lunker decided to start knocking on the exit door, surprisingly gently, but I felt all of its weight and I could feel that it was frighteningly heavy, quickly shifting itself toward the exit point. It was going to become an emergency quickly, as I could feel the mass rapidly moving. Mel began eating, inhaling those cheeseburgers as I left to grab myself a magazine and come back to use the toilet. As I grabbed a magazine in front of my manager, I told him that I was going to clock in fifteen minutes late because I needed to badly use the restroom. He laughed and said "Don't worry 'bout it. Clockin' ya' in at 6:00. Take your time, kid."
This indeed quickly turned into an emergency situation by the time I made it to the cafeteria area, but I took comfort in the fact that the toilet was less than 15 feet away, just behind two doors. Magazine in hand, I duck-walked passed Mel. She appeared oblivious to my presence, distracted by stuffing food down her face as fast as she could, paying me no mind, inhaling the last of those cheeseburgers. She clearly wanted to get back to work quickly because tomorrow may be difficult with only one working toilet, and she clearly wanted to get both operational ASAP. She didn't fully process I was even present in the cafeteria until I opened the Ladies' room door.
Mouth full of food, she remarked, "No one's in there kiddo. Go ahead and pee."
Awkwardly, I said "Ok."
Except my true intent was something more substantial, which I saw no need to specify to her while she ate. The magazine should have given away my intent anyway, as she'd seen me carrying it into the Mens' room many times before to poop, and certainly knew that was when I spent extended periods of time in the restroom. I eagerly awaited this long overdue visit to the toilet as I made my way into the Ladies' room, with Mel's approval, ready to take a massive dump, probably one of the biggest ones of my life at that point. I could feel a solid, heavy turd prairie dogging itself with each footstep to the stall as stinky gas quietly slipped out of my backside and the door to the Ladies' room shut on is own behind me.
The toilet and its stall had not been worked on yet, but the lights were brand new fluorescent tubes. The door to the cafeteria was not yet lockable, and the obnoxious stall gaps were still present from the other time I used this toilet when I had diarrhea weeks prior. To my great annoyance, a large foldable ladder was blocking the cramped entryway to the stall door, and a large, heavy cart full of tools was to the left of the entrance by the back sink. I carefully made my way passed the ladder just barely getting my skinny, physically underdeveloped self into the stall. I was now about to shit the big one and my lower GI tract was as full as it could possibly be. I nervously latched the stall door shut as I could feel the turtle head poking out, undid my belt, and saw that the toilet hadn't been cleaned yet. It had some thick brown streaks in the bowl from a previous user. I heard Mel get up and leave from her table, throw her trash away, and walk out of the cafeteria as I dropped my pants down to my shoes. I mounted my butt onto the seat, and proceeded to take a contender for the biggest dump in my life at that point.
Part 2 to come in the next post.
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Last night went to a club meeting had a Finger Buffet the heater was running for the full Twenty mile journey to and from the event.I reversed into the drive I needed to go on the toilet A S A P so opened the side door pulled pottie from locker took a toilet roll from overhead locker and sat on pottie ,had a wee as it reduced to a dribble my bowels opened two loads taking six minutes then wiped.
This morning the weather is very mild ,did some washing put on line made some tea the sat in the van to eat some food brought back from the buffet.A FEW MINUTES LATER ,needed to go a NUMBER TOO so opened side door climbed in and sat on pottie immediately a dribble of wee then had a good shit.this is because having had a load of cabbage ,carrots and potatoes yesterday.
Having sat and relaxed for a moment,wiped dressed took pottie over to drain put some water into bowel and cleaned then emptied rinsed the lower tank then took pottie back to van .I put a watering can with some water beside it ready for next time I use the pottie.
Thunder
To Tully
Yes, I know what it is like!
I have a weekly colon massage...had one just an hour ago.
As you are so backed up....try a Fleets Enema but if not available suppositories.
If you ,say live by yourself get a packet of incontinence underwear...I use Depends. The reason is that if you sit on the toilet straining too long you will get piles so put on the underwear and walk around as you push or lay on the floor on your back and bring your knees up to your chest and push.
After you have achieved a BM with enema or suppository take laxatives to clean the rest out.
Hope this helps....it helps me!
Thunder
STEPHEN.P
This morning one mug of tea ,made a flask of coffee then caught nine o clock bus to G Y M stayed for three hours then walked home.On way had a wee on the cycle track then again on the field Five Hundred yards from my house.When I arrived home put my bags in the shed with HI VIS jacket then went into house.
I made some porridge ,washed out the flask the sat at table and ate the porridge followed by toast then two mugs of tea . I went out to the shed to collect my under wear from the bag. as I leaned over I had an urge for a BM so went over to the THETFORD 66 pottie in the corner lifted the lid rinsed then opened slide put paper towel on back of bowl,pulled down my pants and jogging bottoms,then sat down.
Afew minutes later had a long wee ,a silent fart then pooped ,I pushed to keep going then sat a few minutes before wiping using KIMBERLY CLARK INTERLEAVED TOILET TISSUE.i dressed then pit down the lid and flushed ,
I then back to my bag collected my underwear then went into the house.
This pottie is not often used it has a larger bowl than the others which makes it more comfortable for the male anatomy.
Katie
Replying to J (Modesty pee)
As for you question about modesty peeing in skirts, most of the modesty pees I've done are in skirts. I only mention the pants and shorts because they are the most notable. Very easy to pee in skirt, I just spread my legs and pee straight down through my panties. No noticeable wet spot at all. If I'm hanging out in my backyard by myself and I'm wearing a skirt, sometimes I don't even wear panties.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Answering the rest of Kimberly C.H's great survey questions!
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am finishing off the rest of Kimberly C.H's survey questions. So here we go hope you enjoy them as much as I do enjoy telling them.
Memorable childhood poop incidents? I had a couple when I was a toddler before I was potty trained most of them was when I was wearing my Huggies diaper nappy pull up. I was just sitting around playing with building blocks until a thick smell came out of my nappy and it was all heavy and solid. I made some really huge brownloads back in my day and I still do of course.
Have you wiped someone else's behind & do you remember what it was like? Oh yes when Baby Peach or Baby Rosalina come over. I already told stories about them potty training before. But usually when they go pooh poo WOW WEE do they smell? Sometimes they forget about going poo and end up with disgusting bleeding red anal fissures. That's the worst part about wiping I recon I can tell and don't get me started on that.
Have you ever seen someone pooping outside of the bathroom? Sure I do but it isn't a person it's my neighbour's pet fluffy black poodle dog or as I like to call him Sniffy Long Droppings. Because when he really has to poo he really has to poo. He often drops a few brownloads on my castle path and I accidentally step in them. Yuck!! I don't know the actual name of the dog but I like to put a restraining order on that silly dog for defecating on my path. I mean…how dare he?
OK that's all for today. Thank you so much for your bathroom related questions Kimberly C.H and I hope you ask some more soon. In the meantime I got to do some work of the porcelain kind to take care of along with looking after Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina. Bye bye now!
Bianca
Suddenly
Hello again! I was typing in this website, when I got a gassy poop urge. My poop was mushy like this morning, but I farted more. Lol, my tofu with cauliflower made me poo poo. I also had to pee. Other than a few loose turds, my urges never felt really serious. I also have been doing loud dry farts today. Byelllllllllllllgll
Tully
Constipated and bloated.
First time poster. 29 female, 110 lbs.. I havent slept good for about a week, I dont know why but since then I have been extremely constipated.. I literally look about 5 months pregnant because I am very petite. I normally go twice a day. Im very uncomfortable and need relief so so badly :(. I wish I had someone to rub my bloated stomach and give me a colon massage.. I have been trying to go everyday but have only had tiny hard rabbit poops which provide no relief, I cried in desperation and frustration as it took so much work to get out so little. At work the last 2 days I have had the urge to go but wasnt able to get someone to take over for me so I could try. It really hurt because I could feel the poop at my anus needing so badly to come out amd it was hard as a rock but I had to hold it, sitting down was impossible it was so uncomfortable. Holding it made it worse I think. I might have to call in sick tomorrow try hard to pass something. I need relief so bad you guys :(
Nina
We had a corporate party at the office, the management was congratulating us on the end of the year, and in the conference room there was a small table with drinks and snacks. We drank a little, and a couple of hours after it started, two other women I work with and I went downstairs to go outside. They went to smoke, and even though I don't smoke, I went with them just to stand next to them and talk. After that, we decided to go to the restroom, which is there, on the first floor. There are several stalls, and each of us went to our own. I had already pooped that day, and I just needed to pee. I was sure that my two colleagues would do the same. I lifted my dress and took off my beige thong, which already had skid marks on it. I peed, put on panties, adjusted my clothes and left my stall. Almost at the same time, the second woman came out with me. I was sure that she had also peed. The two women who were in the toilet with me were about 10 years older than me. The other woman was in no hurry to leave her stall. We went to the sink to wash our hands. We decided to wait for our friend so that we could all leave together. Another 3-4 minutes passed before we heard her flush the toilet. I already knew that she was probably taking a poop. After a while, she flushed the toilet again. After that, I was completely sure that she was taking a poop. She left the stall and immediately looked into the next stall, then another. I realized that she was checking for toilet paper. Then she asked if we had toilet paper in our stalls? We said no. She said that she hadn't noticed the lack of toilet paper right away, well, it was too late now and nothing could be done once the job was done, and she started laughing. I confirmed to her that there was never any toilet paper there. She said that she would take that into account in the future. We returned to our company. Later I observed the behavior of a woman who had just taken a crap and had not wiped herself. She looked as cheerful as usual and was not embarrassed by anything. I thought she would take some tissues and go wipe her butt, but she did not.
Annie
To Mina
Awww thank you Mina *hugs* You're so sweet! I always love reading your stories. There's always so much variety and they're full of details and fun! Always makes me smile, just like your message to me today.
As for me right now, nothing exciting. I think I'm constipated again so I'm eating healthy and trying to drink lots of water (warm water). My head hurts a little too. Hopefully later or tomorrow I can have an easy big poop.
My youngest sister just had a baby yesterday too (her second son and she's 24). I wonder if she, her boyfriend and my nephews are pooping okay.
Hugs to you and everyone and Happy peeing and pooping!
Annie
Anna from Austria
Happy new year to everybody. I hope you all had a good start in the new year.
My new year started with a poop at a place I though I would never have do do a number one.
Was watching a musical (sister act) and during the break my ???? started to hurt a bit and I had to use the bathroom.
There was very long que in front of the ladies room because many ladies had to pee. When I finally got the ladies room I had to take care of my dress before sitting down. As soon as I was seated I had do a loud fart and then a soft log slided out of my behind without any effort. Some more airy farts and and another log. Then I had to pee and then I was done. I am sure every women waiting outside the bathroom had heard me. The next lady in the cue entered my stall right after I was leaving. I am sure she was not happy about the smell and the skid marks I left behind. I would cleaned up my skidmarks but there was no toilet brush. I washed my hands and left the bathroom and went back to my place. Luckily I have not seen any of the ladies again after going back to my place.
that is my first story of the new year. I hope you liked it.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Thunder
Maho Consipate Story
I read your last post, Mina.....would love to read about Maho constipate story.
Thanks and he best to you and your crushes.
Thunder
STEPHEN.P
Back from the gym yesterday evening ,hungry needed more than a jacket potatoe ,put potatoes in pressure cooker with some onions baked beans in the microwave cleared a space on the dining room table sat and ate.
The papers in the fireside chair moved to table then sat in the chair
fell asleep three hours later woke up needed a wee so went up to bedroom and used the THETFORD ELEGANCE POTTIE three hours later used it again then went downstairs and done my abloosions.
I cooked some dinner at one pm sat down and ate,then due to the clutter went upstairs and sat on bed and read the newspaper .I felt the urge for a BM sat on the VOLRATH bed pan had a wee the five minutes later had a bowel movement a slight smell of onions ten minutes later wiped and emptied the pan in the bonfire ,washed in the water butt.
I have just been to the bedroom sat on the THETFORD 245 and had another bowel movement.It has been to cold to use the pottie in the campervan
hopefully will get warmer next week so I can have a poop in my prefered
ADVENTURIDGE porta pottie
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Princess Toadstool Peach
Passing a Stool in my Most Bizarre Poo Experience outside
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am telling about the most Bizarre Poo Experience I ever had outside. I was just relaxing in my sleeping bag in my tent on a cold but windy night about to go to sleep. My eyes were growing heavy as I felt very sleepy yawning but then nature came a calling. So I got out of my sleeping bag, grabbed some toilet paper from my bag and then went to find a private place to do my most important royal of bathroom business. I went behind a huge rock but a family of moles were behind there watching me. I didn't want to end up what happened to Basil the Butcher's Dog. For he got defecated on his huge noggin right after he did a poo on the little mole's head in the Story of the Little Mole who Knew it was None of his Business. So I kept on looking until finally I saw a large leafy tree and bush. So without a moment to ponder I headed behind the large leafy green tree and bush, lifted my dress, pulled down my panties to my ankles and squatted down low ready to go pass a massive stool. But before I got down to business a gang of red squirrels scampered along and saw me. I tried to getting them to shoo and let me do my thing in peace but they wouldn't go away. I blushed and then opened up my behind. There was already a foul smell from my bottom poo hole and the red squirrels still kept on staring at me. They obviously never saw a royal Nintendo princess like myself do their business outside before. One of them chirped and one of them squeaked. It was quite bizarre and random to tell you the truth. The weather was getting so cold that my teeth started to chatter loudly and then my vagina floodgates opened up tinkling away onto the green grass then slowly I began to push as a thick brown rather large lump of poo began coming out. I pushed again as it plopped between my feet same with two other ones. The squirrels were amazed how much I could defecate then finally I released the last big one which pushed out between my bottom buns and onto the grass in a warm and fresh pile followed by some more peewee urine from my bladder ending with a couple of drips and drops. Then I took out the toilet paper and began to wipe my vagina between my legs and then my bottom front and back. Then I stood up, pulled my pink panties up and my dress back down again. Waved goodbye to my "captive audience of red squirrels" and then headed into my tent before the wind howled even more and the weather got more cold. I yawned snuggling back into my sleeping bag feeling very sleepy. Special thanks once again to Kimberly C.H for asking this question and I hope to answer plenty more of them soon. Until then next time bye bye now.
Leah
Unexpected loo stay
I had spent yesterday afternoon with a friend, we ate a stew in the evening but I felt fine all day, as soon as I got home lateish I needed to pee, so I went to my bathroom and pulled my skirt and thong down to my ankles and sat on the loo seat.
I had a good pee which lasted about a minute but I felt weird, I could feel something coming slowly so I reached around for a magazine and started flicking through it and I could feel a poo coming out, it felt good feeling it moving through me and then it suddenly stopped! An unexpected poo turned into unexpected constipation as I was left with a big poo hanging out of my bum, and for a long time.
Little bits of poo broke off making plops in the bowl nnnn-guuuh, mmmmmmm-uuuuuh. I was pushing and grunting and struggling, I'm sure the neighbours upstairs heard me but I gave up in the end. The poo was irritating my bum hole because it was there for so long it was hurting and I just let it come out on it's own, I fave gentle pushes and I was pressing my stomach trying to dislodge it.
I was in so much pain getting this thing out it was a nightmare, eventually after about 30-45 minutes it started moving and the pain only became worse as it moved out of me, it felt really long and there was a few big splashes as I gave a big sigh of relief, I stayed a few minutes longer but nothing else came out so I wiped my bum, it wasn't too bad surprisingly, only needed about 5 folded tissues, and then I wiped my vagina, i could see - and feel the sticky discharge, I don't know if I pushed to hard or if it was my time of the month so I placed a pad in my thong washed my hands, brushed my teeth and went to bed.
Christoph
Story & Survey
Hi,
I'm new here, but I've been reading posts on this site for a long time. I wanted to share my story and do a survey
When I was a child, I had a friend who often pooped near me. He usually crouched behind a bush, and I watched to make sure no one was coming, so I could warn him in time. I tried not to look at him, but somehow I usually ended up seeing his poop, which wasn't pleasant for me. However, I noticed that his poop was always the same: quite compact, straight, always the same thickness and length, but the colors were different.
Now for my survey:
1. Have you ever seen a poop poop (I don't mean small children)?
2. Has someone's poop ever made a big impression on you (size, length, thickness)? Please describe the story.
3. Has someone's poop made you want to vomit (smell or look)?
4. Has your poop affected anyone so much that they told you about it or you heard them scream at the sight of it?
5. Has someone's poop stuck in your mind so much that you thought about it for a long time or couldn't sleep because of it or did it come to you in your dreams?
Sophie
Answers to Kimberly
1. Whats your most bizarre poop experience (ie caught short on a hike etc)
Caught short on a hike in the mountains. I had squatted to poop behind a boulder when a man came by. He smiled and said sorry and disappeared quickly.
2. Memorable childhood poop incidents ?
Camping with my parents we often had to poop in the bushes.
3. Have you wiped someone else's behind & do you remember what it was like ?
Never.
4. Have you ever seen someone pooping outside of the bathroom (like out in the world) ?
Several times when hiking and camping. My parents, some of my friends, one of my uncles, some strangers too.
5. Most unexpected poop experience ?
Surfing at a beach in the countryside this summer. I had pooped at the hotel in the early morning, but had to go once more when at the beach. No perfect place to hide and had to squat at a low bush just behind the dunes.
Bianca
Hi again. Happy New Year! I hope everyone poops good as much as possible. My poops for today were small, but not watery. Lol, since getting into bluegrass music again, I imagine a fast paced toilet song created by me. I guess I'd say my butt was farting on the fiddle today. Bye.
BB
Amazing story from this winter
We were driving on the highway in one of the weekends to visit friends of mine.
The roads were slippery because of the weather, of course there were some accidents.
Unfortunately we got caught in a traffic jam because of some minor accident couple of kilometers ahead of us.
The highway was a line of crawling cars, sometimes stopped for couple of minutes.
Suddenly a car ahead of me pulled off to the road right shoulder.
The rear right door slammed open, and a young lady went out of the car.
She lowered her pants down, leaned forward and shoot a jet of yellow pee backwards. It was like a firehose.. really. The jet arced in the air about 2 meters to the back making a splash on the ground. It was about a minute or so until it finished. She shook her ass couple of times, pulled up her pants and got back into the car.
Needless to say, this incredible scene was recorded by by dashcam, as well as some others that pulled their phones :)
Princess Toadstool Peach
My Most Unexpected Poo Experience
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am explaining about my Most Unexpected Poo Experience. Special thanks to Kimberly C.H for asking this question. OK so one time I was busy helping my friend Bethany Mild with her housework cleaning up everything around the house until I finally did it and then I treated myself to some takeout KFC buttermilk biscuits and gravy. I don't know about you but the Colonel makes some buttery but also dry biscuits but dipped in some warm hot gravy makes it worth my every while. Until I needed to go use the bathroom after I finished and was about to watch some TV. I zipped inside the freshly clean bathroom, closed the door, walked over to the toilet, lifted up my dress, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sit down on the toilet adjusting myself and squatting as I read the newspaper as I felt like a big poo was coming out of my bottom poo hole. I was of course right. Because as soon as the hot gas hit my bowels I felt my stool play it cool pushing and oozing out of my bottom. I pushed away and as soon as I did my waste dump brownloads were soon out in no time flat. "PFFFFFFFFFFFTTT TOOOOOOTT PAAAARRRRRRRPPP SPLASH PLOOP PLOP PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!!" Oof! That was a thick and heavy one. I think it might of left a foul smell and some skidmarks too. Yuck! I'm just glad I don't have to wee. I then grab some toilet paper to wipe but…there….was…no TOILET PAPER!! What was I supposed to wipe with? Should I use flushable wipes or Bethany's shower towel? I didn't have time to make a decision so I quickly got up, pulled my panties up, lifted my dress down and flushed my messy pooh poos down the drain. Oops looks like I DID leave some skidmarks. I quickly clean them up, take off my clothes and hop into the shower and wash my behind nice and clean. "PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!" Oh no I pooed in my best friend's shower she's so going to kill me. I quickly stamp it down the drain and then wash all of my body even my vagina pubes and then get out of the shower and dry myself off nice and clean and get dressed just in time before Bethany gets home and I fall back onto the couch. ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz zzzzzzzZZZZZZ!!
We had a corporate party at the office, the management was congratulating us on the end of the year, and in the conference room there was a small table with drinks and snacks. We drank a little, and a couple of hours after it started, two other women I work with and I went downstairs to go outside. They went to smoke, and even though I don't smoke, I went with them just to stand next to them and talk. After that, we decided to go to the restroom, which is there, on the first floor. There are several stalls, and each of us went to our own. I had already pooped that day, and I just needed to pee. I was sure that my two colleagues would do the same. I lifted my dress and took off my beige thong, which already had skid marks on it. I peed, put on panties, adjusted my clothes and left my stall. Almost at the same time, the second woman came out with me. I was sure that she had also peed. The two women who were in the toilet with me were about 10 years older than me. The other woman was in no hurry to leave her stall. We went to the sink to wash our hands. We decided to wait for our friend so that we could all leave together. Another 3-4 minutes passed before we heard her flush the toilet. I already knew that she was probably taking a poop. After a while, she flushed the toilet again. After that, I was completely sure that she was taking a poop. She left the stall and immediately looked into the next stall, then another. I realized that she was checking for toilet paper. Then she asked if we had toilet paper in our stalls? We said no. She said that she hadn't noticed the lack of toilet paper right away, well, it was too late now and nothing could be done once the job was done, and she started laughing. I confirmed to her that there was never any toilet paper there. She said that she would take that into account in the future. We returned to our company. Later I observed the behavior of a woman who had just taken a crap and had not wiped herself. She looked as cheerful as usual and was not embarrassed by anything. I thought she would take some tissues and go wipe her butt, but she did not.
Kimberly C.H. Survey
1. This happened about 4 years ago. I was at a parade and carnival and didn't want to cross the street to use a gas station bathroom. So I used one of like 5 portable toilets across the sidewalk from me. I was about
10 seconds from shitting my shorts since I had eaten a lot of junk food. I went into the 1st toilet because it was available. I didn't really look to see how clean it was. (Sorry Mom!). I dropped my shorts with seconds to spare and I blasted my shit. The toilet paper roll was busted and while I was working with it, someone yanked open the door on me. There I was with 60 watt illumination with a marching band going by a foot away from me as part of the 9 p.m. parade
2. My most memorable childhood poop incident happened when my 5th grade class was on a field trip and after lunch I had to, of course, poop. The bus was waiting and my student teacher was helping another student who was sick in the single-stall bathroom. She told me to go directly upstairs and another ladies room was right on top of us. The outside door was open and I hurried up the step into the room, spotted an open toilet and quickly threw myself onto it. When I looked up there was a younger boy across the aisle from me dropping his jeans for a piss. I did my thing and then bolted out of there without washing my hands. Luckily the boy was so slow that he didn't see me.
3. Yes, several times when I was babysitting and the mom told me to check Adam's work before we let the bathroom. Adam had a lot of energy but he wasn't even close to efficiently wiping. That time his mom gave me my 3rd warning about me checking him before we left the bathroom.
4. There was this middle school girl at the movies who was too lazy to leave the balcony and go downstairs to the toilets. Her friend was holding a super-size drink cup against her butt and trying to get her to use it. I don't think it worked. Then they both fell asleep during the boring film.
5. My most unexpected poop experience was just last summer when I and one of my babysitting kids were riding our bikes down a hilly rough terrain. She unloaded when she hit a log head-on that she didn't see. Luckily she didn't go flying with her bike. It sure scared her though.
Christie
Therapist's office poo
My appointment was at 1:00 but I got there at 12:30, I was sitting in the waiting room when I started feeling bloated. I excused myself to the restroom, it's unisex with two stalls, I chose the first stall. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties. I did a small pee and farted a couple of times but there was no movement. I wiped my front, fixed my clothing, flushed and returned to the waiting room. Soon I was called back to my therapist's office. Our sessions are usually an hour long. About 15 minutes in my stomach started cramping and I felt the need to fart. But I held it in. Another 15 minutes later my stomach roared, gurgling and making all sorts of noises. I felt an immediate urge to poo. Michelle looked at me and asked, "do you need to go to the bathroom Christie?"
I responded, "Yeah but I think I can hold it till the end of our session."
She nodded and we continued talking.
A few minutes later I heard her stomach gurgling. She grimaced as she said, "Sorry Christie, but we're going to have to take a break, I need to go for a poo."
"Me too" I replied, the powerful urge having returned. We both left her office and made our way to the restroom. I couldn't stop passing gas the whole way. Michelle was walking very stiffly. Eventually we entered the restroom and we each took a stall. I took the first one, her the second. As soon as her butt hit the seat she started peeing, it sounded like a waterfall. I got my panties down and was halfway to sitting down when my soft serve load spluttered out, I got a little (a lot) on the seat but most of it went in the pot. After being fully seated my butt began firing off some more. In the other stall I could hear Michelle grunting and dropping firm logs. After the third log Michelle said "It feels so good to let this out, I've been holding it for hours."
I giggled a little. Saying that when you gotta go you gotta go. After about 30 minutes Michelle finished up and was in the process of wiping her bum while I continued to poo. Soon I finished as well, I wiped my bum, I usually wipe while sitting, and I cleaned the toilet seat off, I pulled up my panties, fixed my skirt, and went back to Michelle's office to finish our therapy session.
Hope you enjoyed my story! Comments and questions welcome!, Christie.
Monday, January 6, 2025
STEPHEN.P
OUTDOOR POOPING
Yesterday left house with my GYM bag waited on bus stop for the three o clock bus.At ten past three bus not arrived and I was getting the urge for a BM . I was wearing TENA disposable pants as the saddles of the exercise bikes are hard and it makes the exercise more comfortable I was tempted to poop my pants rather than miss the bus .The bus had still not arrived at half past I assumed it was really late or cancelled so I walked, into the field a distance of 300 yards,took off my hi vis coat laid it on ground inside facing up ,took off my trainers jogging bottoms socks and pants and placed on the coat .
I put toilet paper in one of my trainers then walked ten feet and squatt down immediately had a wee then my bowels opened I put my hands behind me for more support then pushed .I immediately felt very relieved as my previous BM was two days ago!!,I wiped dressed then walked back to the bus stop,some one was waiting at the stop the bus arrived six passengers they got on then I boarded perhaps the bus was late or a change in the bus time table . Glad I did not poop my pants.I came back from the GYM at nine o clock and went straight to bed I had a wee twice during the night then at six thirty woke went downstairs .
As I had been sorting paper yesterday the chairs were occupied so went upstairs and sat on bed while drinking my tea I needed a wee so sat on the OAKLEAF bed pan and finished my tea then sat and relaxed.Suddenly I farted and had a follow through so put my fist onto the mattress and pushed then wiped with four sheets of shades kitchen towel
STEPHEN.P
OUTDOOR POOPING
I was Fifteen the first time I pooped outdoors.It was a murky Sunday
morning when I arrived at my local angling club lake went to the toilet
block for a wee on way to the swim the door was locked so had a wee
against the wall then went to my swim,set up and started fishing.One
hour later had a wee then two hours later now 2pm needed to have a
NUMBER TWO
I went back to the toilet block the door was still locked I had a wee
against the wall then went back to my swim .
I was now having problems holding it so went back up the bank into the trees by the railway line undone my belt undone my levi jeans down with my MARKS AND SPENCER airtex under pants and bent over my bowels opened two logs a fart then another log then had a spurT of wee. I wiped with the pink DELSEY toilet paper I had with me the dressed and went back to my swim .
Two days later at a club meeting I raised the issue about the toilets locked was told do not have a key use the bushes,the following day in the playground another club member told me he seen me poop as he was nearby having a wee and I must get into a squattwhen ever possible push your back into a tree.
The following week I went straight to the swim had a wee in the reeds set up my tackle started fishing again I had to go a NUMBER TWO AT ABOUT 2 PM so went to the bushes ,rolled down my boots undone my belt undone my jeans down with my pants and squatt this time I had a much better poop,wiped with PINK DELEY TOILET PAPER,dressed and returned to my swim
I never used the toilet block again when it was open in the summer as I spent most days in the summer holidays fishing the lake.Often I would go to the bushes now in full leaf and go a NUMBER TWO before catching the bus home.
Kimberly C.H
Survey
1. Whats your most bizarre poop experience (ie caught short on a hike etc)
2. Memorable childhood poop incidents ?
3. Have you wiped someone else's behind & do you remember what it was like ?
4. Have you ever seen someone pooping outside of the bathroom (like out in the world)
5. Most unexpected poop experience ?
VioletIndigo
Couple of stories
I have a couple of stories from my life recently.
I was staying overnight at my friend's place recently, sleeping in her bedroom. Her room was right next to the only bathroom in the home, which she shares with a couple of roommates. The walls are thin so you it is possible to hear everything that happens in the bathroom.
I have used public bathrooms with this friend before, peeing many times and once when she was pooping and I was not. This friend is a tall Asian woman in her mid 20's. We were chatting, then she excused herself to the bathroom. I heard her sit down, fart, and almost immediately I heard a plop. I did not want to listen in and I wanted to give her privacy, so I started to play a video on my phone to make noise. She flushed and left the bathroom.
Fifteen to twenty minutes later, I got the urge to poop. I let her know I wanted to take a shower, since we were home after spending the whole day out. I went to the bathroom, sat down, let out a pre-poop fart and pushed out a wide log with a strong smell that plopped into the water. I felt really gassy, got self-conscious, and ran the sink to hide the sounds. I pushed out a few more turds and farts, and then I cleaned up and hopped in the shower.
The next day, my friend and I were chatting planning our day. Her door was cracked. Her roommate, a small Asian woman in her 30's or 40's, went to the bathroom. My friend and I kept chatting, but I could hear her roommate in the bathroom making pooping and farting noises. She was in there for a while, maybe 20 minutes. When she opened the door and headed back to her room on the other side of the home, I smelled a really foul smell come from the bathroom into my friend's room. I did not acknowledge it, and neither did my friend, and we just kept on our conversation. The smell lingered for a while.
I feel fortunate that in all of the homes I have lived in, I have always had some degree of bathroom privacy.
I was recently in a touristy building with the same friend from the last story. We had been traveling all day and I really needed to pee, so we found a bathroom. I have read many stories on this site about lines that go out of the bathroom and into the hallways, but I have never really seen too many lines like that in my life. This time, I was in one of those lines. The bathroom had around 6 stalls and all of them were occupied and the line went out into the hallway. The line moved surprisingly quickly and the bathroom did not have a smell.
The only other story I have is from a friend of mine who I do talk to about bathroom stuff. She told me she was consciously making an effort to eat foods with extra fiber in them and that she has been "taking shits to be proud of" that she may or may not have taken pictures of. She is the same one who would text me stuff like "I'm taking a massive dump in the library" that I have mentioned in previous posts. She has told me that she has no shame using public bathrooms but she prefers not to for hygiene reasons. I told her about my constipation and told her I would think about eating more fiber too.
Happy new year!
Mina
Wonderful first long visit to toilet in New Year
Mina write only her name this time. Recently all Chakamami posts go in trash, one after another. Mina said to crushes, "I give up" but crushes all said, "Never give up!" so Mina read FAQ again carefully, and she found place it said, "don't be many people at once" so perhaps that is problem. So Mina write one name only. (Mina is Chakamami Family typist.) At same time, she check tenses of verbs.
Happy New Year to Everyone!
We had wonderful first long visit to toilet of this year. We all defecated with gazing at photos of New Year Sunrise.
In Japan there is custom to watch sunrise on first day of New Year. We usually oversleep, but this time Hisae woke up at good time and went to window. View to east of beige flat is good, we live in hilly area so sun rises over hills. She took some photos. Then back to the bed.
Later we woke up and ate huge breakfast (actually brunch) of special lucky food, it is also Japanese custom. Then we looked each other, and eyes said, time to go to toilet, our bodies sent urgent message.
We decided we take Hisae's digital camera, we can gaze at sunrise with emptying our bottom. It will be real New Year Special Defecate!!
Hisae sat on loo first as usual, but she try to go slowly (her motion often come out too fast), so she can look at sunrise long time with defecating. And she was success! We were happy for her. Three times she did long long slow defecate. Few minutes in the between every time. Then little pieces.
Kazu was next. She is easier to defecate slowly than Hisae, and she had very very comfy time. Like Hisae, she was also three long long motions. "Beautiful sunrise," she said with defecating. About five plops we heard each time. Total time about 12 minutes maybe, little bit longer than Hisae.
Maho became to excited, because her urge became to strong. She is usually constipate (we have story about that but we plan to tell next time) but this time she is not constipate, she feels. So she sat on loo next. She gazed at sunrise pictures and pushed with her bottom again and again for about 15 minutes and it all came out. Not in waves like her three crushes, but one turd then one more turd then...then.. Number of turds was... well, everyone in this site know Maho's style maybe.
Then it was Mina's turn. Like Maho, Mina became to impatient. But she was similar style with Kazu, three long motions with prepare time in between, all three times break up some plops. How nice feeling to see New Year Sunrise with defecating!!
Kazu said, "when I was defecating with looking at sunrise, my bottom also smiling. I could feel her smile." We understand that feeling very well because we all had same feeling.
How happy people we are!!
Annie, you don't need worry that people don't read your stories. Because we always read and we enjoy. Many variety you write.
Catherine, thank you for kind greetings. We hope you and your family have wonderful year. And Princess Opal (thank you for kind words, we enjoyed to read what you wrote). And everyone. We hope everyone have wonderful year!
Love to everybody.
Mina and Chakamami Family
Leah's request
I'm 20 and think I'm better planning for the daily trips I take on our city's underground rail system. Part of the experience for me was back when my mom was taking me around the area for some of her business runs. We'd be on the main line and I'd tell her my 7 year old bladder was ready to explode. I got this short,specific lecture from her looking in my eyes and telling me about how my timing was bad, the toilets were filthy, and how I had to get into something called a "routine." When she would show me the whole Tran map atop most windows, she would then show me our current location, where we were heading, and the approximate location of a stop that had stores with 'nice' bathrooms that I would be able to use. That meant those seat papers you can pull off and sit on rather than having contact with the seat. If we were traveling from one side of our city to another, this caused me to pee my pants pretty frequently. There were toilets in about 1 of every 5 cars. But she said I would have almost total trouble using them because of the crowd waiting, the stop/go impact of the train's movement. Once or twice when I did use one she was upset because I proved her wrong. By the time I was able to ride with a babysitter or like now independently things have gotten better. I go into one of the closets, latch the door if its not broken, and seat myself, I try to start my pee right after sitting down. Often, that means I'm almost finished up when the train starts its jerking movement again. Once last year, I even had a crap that way. My underwear got streaked a bit but overall it was a better outcome that I had expected. I would never treat any future child of mine with the strictness and anger like mom used on me.
STEPHEN.P
This morning I woke at FIVE AM had a wee it was dark outside went downstairs to kitchen I went through my usual routine made tea put some washing in the washing bowl went into room and drank,after I finished the tea went into kitchen to make some more ,filled the kettle switched on suddenly I needed to poop,I opened the brush cupboard ,no bed pan the BRANN Q TOILET BUCKET WAS AT THE BACK OF CUPBORD a toilet roll fell out the cupboard and rolled towards the sink .
I was desperate to poop tipped the washing into the sink dropped bowl onto floor off with my pants ,I started pooping as soon as I began to squatt over the bowl I pressed my back onto the kitchen cupboard and got comfortable I started to wee then pooped again I dropped a third loadmy body was now in automic pooping ,I allowed my body to gently touch the bowl and finish the NUMBER TOO.
After ten minutes I grabbed the toilet roll and wiped .The amount of poop in the bowl was double what I would normally do and a lighter colour.I took the bowl outside and emptied in the drain I use for the porta potties .I came back in the house made some tea then went upstairs to the bedroom and sat on the THETFORD 245 PORTA POOPING POTTY FOR TWENTY MINUTES several times spurts of wee The tea got cold I poured into pottie .the bedpan I collected from the garden I have now put in cupboard I will resume with the washing later.
Postman
Catching up
I'm currently on the toilet taking my morning crap and reading post's on here. Sometimes reading about other people pooping helps move things along, for some reason.
I just stood up and looked in the toilet, and I see I just took a bowl filler. I feel refreshed!
Hope everybody has as good a crap today as I just had!
Happy pooping!
To MD Dan
I liked your story about texting while pooping me & my mom sometimes text each other while pooping. She texted me & said she clogged the toilet & there was another time she texted me & said she stunk up the bathroom at Kohls lol. Me & my mom are also open about peeing & pooping. I'd love to hear from u! My name is Austin by the way!!
Bianca
Hi all. A somewhat stinky poo left my butt earlier this week worth sharing. It made a quiet thump in the toilet, and most likely hit the drain. My lunch today was good, and I had to pass mushy poo while enjoying exercise. I paused my vintage bluegrass, and finished in the loo quickly. I also did a small solid poop early this week. Bye.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Trying to make a Big Long Steady Poo/Wee in a Noisy Restroom
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am doing some special yoga and physical activity with my best friend forever Princess Rosalina. We just stopped to have some lunch and then a couple of coffees Mmmm I do love how they crumb my chicken nuggets in special spices before serving them. Until Rosalina and myself have to go use the restroom. So we zip on over and enter the restroom. Inside I hear a mother and her daughter talking from one of the stalls. (???: But Mummy I don't want to go. ???: Everyone has to go to use the loo darling.) Ugh I hate that word! Why can't they say toilet instead more polite. As soon as we enter Rosalina takes the stall on the left side of the restroom while I take the stall on the right side of the restroom. I and Rosalina both lock our stall doors, I hear Rosalina placing toilet paper on the seat as I lift up my dress, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sit down on the toilet adjusting myself and squatting as I read the newspaper while Rosalina lifts up her dress, yanks down her panties to her knees and gently lowers herself onto the toilet sitting down on it. As we both sit down about to do our business I can still hear the Mother and Daughter talking ever so loudly. (???: Just please honey don't you want the pain in your stomach to go away? ???: Well…OK.) I hear the Mummy taking off the Daughter's pants and undies and sit her down on the toilet. She must really need to go. The moment when she gets on the toilet I and my best friend forever Rosalina take a deep breath and start our relaxing wee. "Tinkletinkle TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssshhhhhhhhh dripdripdrop!!" It feels so nice to get all that tinkle out of our bladders. (???: Don't you need to pee honey? ???: No I don't think so.") Sheesh from the middle stall they are sure making a lot of noise from there just like me and Rosalina. Then I feel like I need to do a poo same with Rosalina. I clutched onto the seat with both hands as I begin to push away but how can I focus when the Mummy and her daughter in the other stall is making so much chit chat in there? It's really starting to sound annoying like that Bluey show that is always on television and it just… "FLOOMP!!" (???: Good work Stacy. You went and took that poop quite well. ???: Thanks Mummy.) Nevermind forget I said anything. At that moment I push again feeling a loud crackle in my bottom poo hole as slowly it begins to come out. I think I hear Rosalina's business ready to come out too. I hear Stacy getting her tush being wiped by her Mother as she finishes up pulling her pants and undies until… (???: OK Staci now Mummy has to go now.) I can hear the Mummy lowering her pants and her underwear down as she sits on the toilet and at the moment me and Rosalina are both still waiting for our big poo business to come out as quickly as possible. Rosalina lifts her feet and then she defecates a whole chunky ton now pinching her loaf emptying her waste dump. "PARRRRPPP PFFFTT PLOPPLOPLOOP PLOOP SPLASH PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!" And hopefully I can get my thick brownloads done as soon as possible before I…(???: Mummy are you making a stinky? ???: Shhhh not so loud Stacy!) Boy those two won't shut the heck up will they? How can I release my bowels with so much chatter??? "PLOOP PLOP SPLASH PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!!" Oh guess my poos did come out after all. (???: Mummy was that you? ???: Stacy shush that was probably someone else.) Humph! Those two just won't shush. At that very moment me and Rosalina start wiping our vaginas and bottoms clean. I can hear the Mummy grunting like she's giving birth or something until me and Rosalina finish wiping and I could already smell something pungent. Yuck! I and Rosalina get off the toilet, pull up our panties and lift down our dresses and then we go ahead and flush. (???: Mummy that is a huge poop you just made. ???: Hush Stacy we don't want anyone to know that do we?) As soon as we flush our business both down me and Rosalina leave our stalls and we hear the Mother wiping her behind. "Guess Stacy's Mum has got it going on!" Snickered Rosalina to herself as she washes her hands. I laugh as I wash my hands too and then leave the bathroom too. As we leave we can hear a loud flush from Stacy and her Mother's stall and then leaving. I'm just glad I didn't lose my cool when hearing those two chit chat to each other. OK see you next time. Bye bye now!
Saturday, January 4, 2025
Thunder
Happy 2025 and hopefully not an omen for the future!
Despite high-fibre diet plenty of exercise or at least plenty for me plenty of fluids and going to the toilet we needed. I still have severe constipation problems at times. on New Year's morning I wake up at 5 am and thought a sit on the toilet might be the idea. I struggled out of bed very slowly and use the wall as my support to get to the toilet which is in the next room.
I sat and had a small fart and a bit of a wee and I got Phil something very hard inside me. I was determined to get it out. I pushed and pushed and grunted and out it came bit by bit. It was like a number one on the Bristol stools chart with steroids!
I sat there for quite some minutes pushing and what came out seemed like solid rocks. I did achieve my objective but was quite exhausted. It took me three times to get off the toilet, kept falling back and spinning out each time. I made it back to the bed went straight to sleep and woke up at 11 am feeling fine. In addition to my Osmolax then I took three colyxl and sennas . Ever since my piece of being rockhard. I went to the massage therapist just now and had a very intensive colon massage and then able to sit on the toilet at the shopping centre and got the evacuation with lots of very audible grunts . I cleaned up with my portable bidet . More news next time . Happy New Year or should I say happy poo year ? Thunder
David P
Happy New Year, plenty of poos to come for another year!
New year thoughtful post here, It is a new year and we are lucky to know another year of pushing out our brown logs is coming our way. Keep it up, if you're struggling with constipation, keep pushing and let out the turds even if a struggle as you feel better after (old poster Abbie is a key inspiration), if struggling with IBS stick with it, it is all good in the end, as much as things suck at times (I know as I get constipated and IBS), just think that without the poo coming out of us we would not get to spend other years here and see new things as we would die. So see it always as a good thing, each time you get the urge this year see it as a positive thing, my goal even if in public or wherever you find yourself and you get the urge, embrace it. We are human, we need to poo, been so uptight for so long, I begin to think in my mid 20s just let it out. The other night was out in a hotel lobby and was feeling all full and uncomfortable and thought I will go and try as thought I needed it but not sure, I left the restaurant between meals and was pleased to find the toilet was a single bathroom with a sink and a toilet in (but would have gone even if a room of cubicles sticking to my intensions), someone tried the door, me sat there with my trousers round my ankles and just about to start pushing, I got up off the loo and stood there anxious in case the door burst open, but all good and the person tried several times and went away. In the end I got back on the loo and began pushing, I managed a few hard dry pebbles and flushed. Felt somewhat better and went back to eat pudding! The next day I managed a big snake log of poo at home and felt so much better after that as was struggling with post Christmas constipation (nothing like the old stories by Abbie, but still constipated). I thought I would post again to update and share these thoughts, my new year's resolution is to feel comfortable doing a poo and embrace the urge I get when in public and hope others will join me in my quest! who else is up for it?
Question - since I have been going in public now when before I held it in, does anyone else find it so much harder to go for a poo when you are in public then at home? like sat on the toilet in a cubicle or a public bathroom, the toilet does not feel entirely comfortable or feel relaxed, my bum hole seems to be harder to open up, I have to push much harder to get my poo out of me and I just feel tense. Why is this? I finally manage it but always have to work hard and my poo is slow to get out, if it is pebbles I have to push much harder than at home I find, and if it is a big long snake I have to work on it much more focused then at home, any ideas why? It is like I have to actively 'push' my poo out of my hole in public but at home not so much, does this happen to anyone else? please let me know!- thinking maybe this is why the poster 'Abbie' struggled so much on the toilet at school and uni etc to open her bowels, like is there something much harder about pooing on a public toilet?
Jasmin K - Are you still around? How are things? I am missing the stories, hope you post soon. I hope you are not struggling too much?
Abbie - Same for you, are you still reading this even if not posting stories? I do hope all is well, I worry something bad has happened, I know odd, but I kind of considered you a friend in a way and not heard in many years from you. Crazy how so much can be bonded over a forum where we discuss the brown logs that come out of us that we are told is hush hush from a young age!
MD Dan
Holidays & Texting While Pooping
Hey everyone! I hope everyone had a great holiday season and New Year's! I have enjoyed catching up on everyone's stories. I pretty much read all of them, but it's hard to directly reply to everyone. I'll try to get some time to do some direct replies soon!
Thank you to everyone who showed support for Kate after her accident. She actually took it very well and it doesn't seem to have affected her much. We haven't brought it up again though. Everything is good and we're still perfectly comfortable using the bathroom around each other. Nothing really interesting to report on that end, though she did end up pooping during a video call with me, but I couldn't hear anything. The poop break was only a few minutes during the extended call, so it's not like that was the whole point of the call. haha
Speaking of chatting with someone while pooping, I had another interesting exchange with an old friend of mine, Liz. If you recall from a while back, she's always been open about pooping with me and we'll text back and forth sometimes about it. We have more or less an old-friend/brother-sister type relationship, nothing romantic whatsoever but just very open with each other because we've been friends for so long.
Anyway, one evening around 11pm I texted her asking if she was up to anything. She texted back that she was just staying home and nothing was going on. We chatted for a bit and all of a sudden she started to just send me random short videos. I called her out and asked "Are you pooping or something?" She said, "Hahaha, no. But of course since you said that, now I'm feeling the urge! lol" I said, "Yeah, me too actually lol" so I decided to go sit on the toilet. A minute or so later, Liz texted me saying, "I just farted really loud and scared my cat! She jumped like 3 feet in the air!" I "lol'd" at that and mentioned it's actually pretty late for me to be pooping. I usually poop in the morning. She said, "Yeah, me too. I usually go in the morning and afternoon, but I haven't pooped at all today, so..." I had let out a couple medium sized logs and finished up. I texted her back and said, "Well I feel better, how about you?" She said, "Yep! Probably lost about 3 pounds just now. Hahaha" We chatted for a little bit longer about some other things she has going on. It just had me thinking about how many conversations are had while one or more people are sitting on a toilet. hahaha
Anyway, that's all to report for now. Take care, everyone!
Postman
It's been years
I used to be a pretty regular poster on here, but it's probably been 7 or 8 years since I've been here. Glad to see the site is still going strong.
So to re-introduce myself, I'm a now retired letter carrier. I worked for the Post Office for over 30 years, and am now enjoying life. I'll try and get on and post some poop stories every now and then.
Catherine-glad to see you're still here. You were always one of my favorite commentators. Hope your New Year's Eve poop was a good one.
That's it for now. See you all soon.
Taylor
First dump of 2025
Happy New Year everyone! I hope 2025 brings you health, wealth and happiness.
Today I would like to share with you my first dump of 2025. I started the day like I always do, with a coffee but instead of enjoying it in the kitchen, I took it with me to the bathroom.
I walked naked into my bathroom and opened the small window next to the toilet to let some fresh air in while also giving me something nice to look at. I am on the 20th floor so I didn't need to worry about anyone watching me. With my coffee in hand I positioned myself on the curved toilet seat and made myself comfortable. I wasn't going to rush, not this one. I could feel my stomach gurgling with activity and I just sat looking out the window, sipping on my coffee as I let the magic happen naturally. Things moved quickly and my mug wasn't even half empty as I felt my backdoor dome as the wide head of a firm poop crowned. My body involuntarily pushed, much like when you have an accident, and I arched my back slightly as it pushed past the threshold. I was on autopilot and could simply enjoy the pleasurable sensations, sipping my coffee as a firm log slowly but surely inched out of me. It fell into the bowl with a series of small plinks, plunks and splashes and when my body pushed again I started peeing. Fluids in and fluids out. I pushed out another two logs with very little effort on my part and once I felt empty I stood up and looked at my creation. The bowl was filled with five logs about an inch thick and ranging from two to six inches in length, perfectly smooth sausages. I finished the rest of my coffee in one go, flushed the toilet and hopped in the shower to clean up.
This is going to be a good year.
Shane
Did you ever poop your pants in fear?
Hello everyone,
I have a question for you: Did you ever poop your pants in fear?
This question came to me because of a situation I had. You can already guess it. I in fact did poop myself out of fear. Or so I guess?
I was watching a horror movie my 16 year old son and my wife wanted to see together. I'm quite afraid of such things, but thought I could handle it.
I actually didn't need to poop beforehand. Maybe a little, but not like I was about to shit myself.
The movie started and it was pretty intense. When halfway through I was already shakeing, but when a particularly bad jump scare happened, I jumped up from the sofa myself and lost controll over my bowels. I actually don't remember it exactly. My wife later told me, that I stood there for a second, then farted and slowly started pooping my pants without being able to stop it.
This never happened to me before.
Does anybody have a simular experience?
Catherine
My First BM of 2025
Was rather messy!
We had a wonderful day with Alan's family on New Year's Eve, accompanied by lots of festive eating. While Alan and I gave up beer a while back, we did have some champagne to drink. But I think that the combination of eating lots, along with my normal high fiber diet, well it made me take a pretty big, messy, dump this morning. It started with some pretty violent gas and some cramping, which made me realize that I didn't need to try to savor the urge. I went right to the toilet, pulled my PJ bottoms and panties down and let it all blow out. After that, I had three additional, smaller but similar waves of blowout. It was never liquid, but just mushy.
I felt great after that but the toilet was such a mess that I cleaned it after I went.
Well, I love fireworks and that one was the main event!
John H: I hope all is well with you!
Annie: Hugs right back at you! I hope you have a wonderful 2025!
Well, love to all and Happy 2025!
Catherine!
PN
To Leah Re: Trains
I rarely ride trains (virtually nonexistent in most of North America), but I usually do have a harder time getting my stream started if I'm on any moving vehicle (plane, train, long-distance bus, etc.) But it's usually not insurmountable.
One day when I was around 9 or 10, I was playing hide and seek outside with a group of neighborhood kids. I was hiding up a hill in some woods behind my friends house in a really good hiding spot, but suddenly I had the urge to shit really bad that just came out of nowhere. I immediately got up and started running for my house. The kid who was the seeker saw me and started chasing me but I yelled that I was going to the bathroom, so he gave up. I made it across the street and onto my front lawn but suddenly my butt gave up the fight and rush of hot, sticky crap popped out and filled the back of my underwear.
I stopped running and instead stiffly walked the rest of the way into my house. Luckily there was a bathroom right by the side entrance so I didn't have to go far, but just as I got in there, I got the urge to go again. I quickly ripped my pants and dirty underwear down and sat on the toilet and groaned as another gush of soft muddy crap came pouring out. Now that I was on the toilet, I grunted and pushed a few times and every time I thought I was done, another glob of soft shit would ooze out.
When I was finally done, I peeked between my legs and there was a massive pile of soft poop coming up out of the toilet water. It barely had any shape and looked like a big cow pile.
Now I had to try and clean up. I took off my shoes and pants and kicked them aside, then looked in my underwear and it was full of soft shit that had an almost golden yellow color and it was smeared all over the place. I stood up and carefully stepped out of the underwear, then tried to tip the poop into the toilet behind me but it was so mushy and thick that it wouldn't come off the fabric, so I gave up and just left it on the floor.
I had to flush the toilet twice for all the poop to do down. Then I started to try and wipe my butt, but I used so much toilet paper, every piece was covered in mushy shit. I had to flush the toilet like 4 times so it wouldn't clog. Then I ran out of toilet paper, plus there was still the issue of my underwear, and at that point I had to open the door and call my mom for help. Except that she had gone out, and it was my older brother who heard me and came to see what was wrong. He laughed at my predicament, but still helped me by getting more toilet paper and a towel for me to wrap myself in because I had to go to another bathroom in the house to take a shower because the one I was in only had a sink and toilet.
Annie
To Catherine & story
Hi Catherine. Awww thank you! Each of us who lives here has to bring their own toilet paper, etc to the washroom, use it and bring the roll of toilet paper, soap, etc back to your own room. That's to prevent others from using it (despite there being a typed paper on the door saying not to use other people's belongings. Most people here work (I'm the only woman and I'm on Disability due to part of a benign brain tumour left, occasional seizures and memory loss so I need my caregiver's help to buy things I need). Thank you for your comment re: housing. It will take quite a while so I'm trying to wait patiently.
As for me this morning I had 1 peanut butter sandwich and a boiled egg for breakfast. I just came back from the washroom after having a very small unsatisfying poop. It was a bunch of little pieces of poop that were about the size of pebbles. I'm hoping after lunch, water and a coffee I can go a lot more. My exercise program starts again on Tuesday so I'm very happy about that.
Happy New Year and happy peeing and pooping
Annie
STEPHEN.P
Leah
Thank you for your reply train toilets
I was twelve the first time I had a NUMBER TOO on a train.It was on an evening school trip coming back from Southampton an hour before we would arrive at our destination.I was holding it for at least half hour I would not be able to hold it until we got home reluctently I went to the toilet,
Many train journeys previous I had only had a wee .I actually enjoyed having my first NUUMBER TOO on the train!!since this day I have been a NUMBER TOO on a train over a thousand times.i ALWAYS SIT DOWN ON THE TOILET every time so that all pee or poop goes into pan always leaving as clean as I found it.
I go a NUMBER TOO Four Hundred times a year and have used many public toilets many times I sqatt when I cannot find a suitable toilet.
Lena S.
Diarrhea in Public
Hi everyone, happy new year!
Coincedentally this just happened, and since Austin just replied to my last story I figured I'd post it here. To answer your question, I poop pretty regularly, usually every day, and I'm not timid about going in public. I've had more accidents in my past than probably the average person and will gladly take the embarrassment of tearing up a toilet in front of someone than going in my pants. It took me a while and quite a few mishaps to get to that point, though.
Last week I was out grocery shopping when my stomach had started to rumble. I had been feeling a little under the weather the previous day, but it was just the sniffles, and I was feeling fine that morning. I hadn't taken a dump since the day prior when I got home from work. My stomach kept rumbling, and I bent down to get a bottle of cleaner and a wet, bubbly fart slipped out. I was so thankful there was nobody else in the aisle, even though I'm not shy about my bathroom habits I definitely didn't want to face letting one rip in front of a stranger. It was definitely rancid smelling, and all of the sudden I felt a squirt of diarrhea rush to my butthole. I practically ran to the bathrooms at the front of the grocery store, and 2 were occupied, with wiping sounds coming from both sides. I took the middle one, ripped my pants down as fast as I could and lined the seat with toilet paper. I started peeing for about five seconds, and immediately let out a thundering fart and wave of wet, lumpy poop, which plopped quietly into the bowl for about five seconds. I doubled over from my stomach cramping, and the woman next to me muttered "jeez girl" under her breath. It was definitely a very heavy smelling load, but I pushed and let out another huge wave of liquid diarrhea, followed by a sporadic, long, bubbly fart. Just as my fart ended, the door opened and a girl in leggings and Vans shoes came in, she immediately tried all three doors and seemed pretty desperate. Luckily for her, the two women next to me finished wiping and flushed at about the same time. "Oh, thank you!" she half moaned, and rushed into the stall next to me. She sounded about my age, and I saw her leggings drop and she immediately let out a loud fart and a few seconds worth of pee. I definitely felt like I had more on the way, but it wasn't ready yet. I gave a courtesy flush, and the girl started pushing out a long, crackling log. It must have gone for ten seconds, and landed in the bowl with a small plip sound. She moaned with relief, and I let out another booming, wet fart and huge wave of diarrhea, stinking the bathroom out again. Some of it even splashed on my butt cheek, which I was very grossed out by. The smell was nothing short of overwhelming. I pushed, and crackled out a few chunks of loose but solid poop and another bubbly fart, and started to wipe. The girl next to me was wiping too, she eventually flushed. I wiped about 5 more times and flushed my load down, the toilet was full of chunks and brown water. I saw the girl next to me at the sinks, she was gorgeous, looked about my age (24), and had long, straight auburn hair and a really cute butt. "I hope you feel better," she said. I told her I felt the same way to her, and we left at the same time. I wished I could have dropped a load like that at home, but it was worth avoiding the cost of new pants.
See you soon!
Zane
Random people holding in their poop. Also, Hi, I'm Zane.
Hey, I'm a 22-year-old Australian fella. I've known about this site for a while but was always too lazy to post. However, after this little observation (I guess?), I've decided I wanna share some of the stories I have. I'm pretty busy and lazy, so don't hold your breath.
To start off, I was wondering if anyone here has ever seen a stranger visibly holding in their poop?
To elaborate, on the 31st, I was at the shops picking up some stuff for New Year's Eve when I saw a girl (maybe 20 years old) standing at the checkout with her mother (I assume). She was only a couple of meters away from me, and like any fella in his early twenties, I had a cheeky peek at her booty. When I glanced over, I saw her clench her butt tightly, and I realized she was fidgeting a fair bit. I tried not to stare, but I had a couple of extra peeks, and I was pretty certain she was holding in a dump. I finished at the checkout at the same time as them, and after leaving the store, I saw the two of them walk toward the bathrooms. I understand this isn't the most interesting story, but it's lingered in my mind ever since.
While writing this, I remembered a similar situation I was in. I was looking at perfume when a group of teenagers walked up next to me. They were talking amongst themselves when one of the girls said, "I'm letting out a really long fart right now." It caught me off guard, and I made eye contact with the girl. Her face turned bright red before she ran off, with her friends following her and laughing. Yes, I could smell the fart, and it was a bit stinky.
Happy poopin', fartin', and shartin' everyone.
Shayna
First mega dump of 2025
This morning, I woke up with my cargo all but poking against my panties. I hobbled to the potty (sprained ankle after I slipped on ice) and stripped because I had to shower after anyway. As soon as my ass hit the seat I pissed a nice, hard stream that made me shiver while my butthole dilated and a monstrous turd began its inexorable descent. It stretched me really wide and I bit my lip, because while the relief was indescribable it also hurt. I leaned forward and grunted loudly, even reaching back to spread my ass cheeks as wide as they'd spread and after an eternity, my BM dropped into the bowl with a loud splash. I looked into the toilet while I wiped my pussy, and saw what looked like a giant horseshoe circling the bowl. Dark brown, and very thick. At least eighteen inches. Phew! I felt reborn. I finished wiping, went back to bed, and was asleep within minutes. Happy New Year, everyone!
Leah's request
I'm 20 and think I'm better planning for the daily trips I take on our city's underground rail system. Part of the experience for me was back when my mom was taking me around the area for some of her business runs. We'd be on the main line and I'd tell her my 7 year old bladder was ready to explode. I got this short,specific lecture from her looking in my eyes and telling me about how my timing was bad, the toilets were filthy, and how I had to get into something called a "routine." When she would show me the whole Tran map atop most windows, she would then show me our current location, where we were heading, and the approximate location of a stop that had stores with 'nice' bathrooms that I would be able to use. That meant those seat papers you can pull off and sit on rather than having contact with the seat. If we were traveling from one side of our city to another, this caused me to pee my pants pretty frequently. There were toilets in about 1 of every 5 cars. But she said I would have almost total trouble using them because of the crowd waiting, the stop/go impact of the train's movement. Once or twice when I did use one she was upset because I proved her wrong. By the time I was able to ride with a babysitter or like now independently things have gotten better. I go into one of the closets, latch the door if its not broken, and seat myself, I try to start my pee right after sitting down. Often, that means I'm almost finished up when the train starts its jerking movement again. Once last year, I even had a crap that way. My underwear got streaked a bit but overall it was a better outcome that I had expected. I would never treat any future child of mine with the strictness and anger like mom used on me.
Catherine
Best Wishes for 2025!
As I write this, I am alone on my toilet in the master bathroom enjoying what will probably be my last doodie of 2024! It is a really nice, long, thick one!
I hope that you all have a wonderful 2025! And, I hope that each day you have at least one amazing bowel movement to enjoy! This forum has meant a lot to me! I love each of you all dearly!
Love to all!
Catherine!
John H
Replies/comments
Hey all. Happy new year.
@Catherine. Yes I think I didn't realise the size of the task at hand when I tryed to read every post on the website. It makes you wonder what gold we have missed out on though lol. Such is life. You can't do it all.
BTW if I can I will begin to respond to your post regarding your top stories as and when I can. I just have a lot of personal stuff on at the moment.
@Sandra. Now that sounded like the enjoyable kind of poo I like to take. It's clear you enjoy everything about a relaxing poo. Thanks for sharing such a detailed account of your poo on the train. I would happily enter that train toilet after you and yes you got to be careful with those sliding toilet doors. Hope you post more.
@JackMann. I have had dreams where I do long pees and poos. It always feels so real but thankfully I always wake up dry.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.
Thursday, January 2, 2025
STEPHEN.P
KEEPING REGULAR
This morning the phone alarm woke me at six thirty it was raining windy and dark I got out of bed had a wee in the THETFORD ELEGANCE POTTIE then back into bed and fell asleep.I woke at eight thirty pulled down my pants and sat on the JONES RELAX BEDPAN,a minute later had a wee then pulled my legs closer hands behind me leaned forward and pushed ,my bowels opened then a minute later pushed again and passed another load it felt really good then had another wee .
I sat for a few minutes then pushed again nothing so got off of bedpan and wiped with four sheets of SHADES KITCHEN TOWEL .I pulled up my pants got out of bed on with my dressing gown then carried the pan down to the garage.
I had my usual LAXIDO then brushed my teeth made two mugs of tea and sat in the chair.the rain stopped for a few minutes so emptied the bedpan in the bonfire and washed in the water butt
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Yesterday I thought was going to a a repeat of storm DARRAGH when alarm sounded cancelled and went back to sleep when I woke it was daylight I needed the toilet so pulled down my pants sat on the JONES RELAX bedpan had a wee then a few minutes later had a NUMBER TOO.
Today the phone alarm sounded Iput on my dressing gown and went downstairs filled the kettle switched on then had a wee in the THETFORD 66 pottie in the garage.I returned to the kitchen made tea brushed my teeth washed had a dose of LAXIDO then went into room to drink half hour later went back to kitchen made more tea sat at computer while drinking ,I took the mugs back to kitchen I needed the toilet.
I refilled the kettle off with my dressing gown on with jogging bottoms .made the tea and made my way to the campervan it was frosted over and very cold in I went the pottie was in the galley area took a toilet roll from the overhead locker the lifted the lid on pottie the rinse did not work so down with my pants and jogging bottoms and sat down,immediately I had a wee a strong flow as I had ,had four mugs of tea ,the tea I brought with me I began to sip then suddenly my bowels opened I was now having a fantastic poop for at least three minutes then
I started weeing again I resumed sipping my tea and felt the bowl contents touch my bum with my left hand I pulled the slideit would only open slightly as it was frozen.
I reached over and pulled a sleeping bag over my legs and sat for at least another five minuts before reaching forward and pulling off three sheets of toilet paper I then leaned over to my left and wiped then pulled another three and wiped then another two .I stood up and dressed closed the lid on the pottie and left
I have now come back to the van with a kettle of warm water and poured it into the bowl hoping this will thaw the pottie so I CAN EMPTY LATER
and I have run the engine to warm the van
Taylor
Supermarket witness
I was waiting in line for the checkout and noticed the toddler in front of me me moving around a little. It wasn't the typical bored toddler wanting to go home, there was something wrong. Her mother paid for the shopping and as she was finishing putting them in the bags the toddler suddenly half squatted. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to work out what was happening. She patiently waited for her daughter to take care of business and mouthed "Sorry" to me before picking her up in one arm, her shopping with the other and asking the cashier where the baby changing facilities were.
John H
Replies/comments
Hey all. Happy new year.
@Catherine. Yes I think I didn't realise the size of the task at hand when I tryed to read every post on the website. It makes you wonder what gold we have missed out on though lol. Such is life. You can't do it all.
BTW if I can I will begin to respond to your post regarding your top stories as and when I can. I just have a lot of personal stuff on at the moment.
@Sandra. Now that sounded like the enjoyable kind of poo I like to take. It's clear you enjoy everything about a relaxing poo. Thanks for sharing such a detailed account of your poo on the train. I would happily enter that train toilet after you and yes you got to be careful with those sliding toilet doors. Hope you post more.
@JackMann. I have had dreams where I do long pees and poos. It always feels so real but thankfully I always wake up dry.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.
To Megan
Megan I enjoyed your story about clogging the toilet my poops are big too sometimes. Do u poop in public? If so I'd love to hear your story I usually poop before I get in the shower too try lighting a candle before u drop a deuce next time that usually helps it not stink as bad!
Looking forward to hearing from u! My name is Austin by the way!!
Princess Toadstool Peach
the Midnight Snack Time turns into Midnight Pee + Poo Break!
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and tonight to celebrate the new year 2025 coming up I decided to have a midnight snack time in my bed before I drift off to sleep. I ate about four mint flavoured cookies, three apples, two extra sour cream beef bean burritos and one huge glass of chocolate milk with malt added. It was delicious. I was just about to nod off after eating…(YAWN!!) so much but my stomach feels a little squeeze and my bladder tingles. Time for a bathroom break. The moment I get out of bed I start running to the bathroom, then off goes my pyjama pants to my ankles and then I wiggle my bottom and then I sit down on the toilet adjusting myself and squatting reading the newspaper and then I start urinating "Tinkle tinkle TSSSSSsssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh dripdripdrop!!" Then I start to push feeling a thick large brown portion of poo coming out of my bottom poo hole. It makes me feel a bit gassy but then again I did have two extra sour cream beef bean burritos to eat. Oooo owww ouch ouch OUCH!! It's so hard to get out of there. I push again releasing it along with some crackles and hot gas "PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK SPLOSH SPLASH PLOOP PLOP!!!!" Ahhhhh so far so good. But maybe next time I will stop eating beans in my beef burritos. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my vagina clean between my legs then my bottom front and back and finally after one more gassy fart I get off the toilet and pull my PJ pants up. Wow it looks lumpier than the last one I took. But I am not the one to complain. So I flush the toilet and watch as the waste dump loaf I pinched along with my pee wee tinkle goes down the drain. Phew! I then wash my hands and head back to bed feeling very tired and exhausted and also quite sleepy too. YAWN!! Happy New Year to everyone and hope you enjoy 2025 next…ZZZZZZzzzzz zzzzzZZZZZ SNORE SNORT SNORE!!!
Catherine
Best Wishes for 2025!
As I write this, I am alone on my toilet in the master bathroom enjoying what will probably be my last doodie of 2024! It is a really nice, long, thick one!
I hope that you all have a wonderful 2025! And, I hope that each day you have at least one amazing bowel movement to enjoy! This forum has meant a lot to me! I love each of you all dearly!
Love to all!
Catherine!
PN
Reply to JackMann RE Toilet Dreams
I don't recall having either of the types of dreams you describe, but one recurring one is a dream where I desperately need to pee, but every time I am about to get started, someone or something interrupts me and I can't go.
Leah
Trains
-Stephen.p
I find your story interesting, about pooping on a train as it leads me to a recent story myself.
I was coming home from a day out up north, this was quite late in the evening on a Saturday night, lots of intoxicated people on the train and I needed a wee, I felt like I needed a poo too but I noticed that some young woman was vomiting in the train carriage, on the floor too I guess.
But some other women got her into the loo and she must have been sick in there, once they got off the train the train was quieter so I took my chance.
I walked to the loo and it was a normal door you push open, I went in and struggled to close the door, the door was sticking ajar, I was trying to ram it shut and it wasn't going, I couldn't lock it either so I tried to be quick.
I pulled my jeans and panties to my ankles and sat on the metal seat, the train was jumping about rocking, going side to side and I couldn't get my pee stream going, the moving train was putting me off massively.
I heard some footsteps coming so I was pushing the door but someone opened it inwards and it was the conductor. He quickly left, and left me red faced, I didn't get all me pee out so I quickly got some tissue and wiped my slightly leaking vagina, pulled my jeans up washed my hands and went back to my seat, the conductor walked past me and apologised for walking in on me! I was too tired and warn out from the day so I just brushed it off and dozed off.
Which leads me to a question for you all, does anyone spend lots of time in the train loo because they can't pee? I'm asking because I have noticed that lots of people do it and would like to get people's thoughts, happy new year
Emma two
Double relief in the woods
I was 17 at the time and I challenged myself to hold my poo for a week but I only managed to hold it six days in the end. I was walking home from town when the urge to poo hit me like a ton of bricks. I was near a wooded area by the golf course and I sneaked in through a gap in the fence and hid myself in the undergrowth where no one could see me. I was close to having an accident in my knickers but I managed to get my skirt up and pulled my knickers down just in time and squatted over the grass and relaxed my bottom. I pushed out a long thick rope of soft poo onto the ground and it felt so good I.... Well let's just say I got there! I'd never felt so much relief where I actually had two kinds of relief while I was doing it and it's not the only time that's happened to me when was desperate for a poo. I took a while to compose myself after my intense experience and wiped my bottom and front with some leaves and pulled my knickers back up and smoothed my skirt down and walked home feeling a sense of euphoria as I replayed the events in my mind. When I got home my mum noticed how happy I looked and I think she sensed what happened.
Catherine
Responses
Denise: It is always good to hear from you! I am so sorry to learn of John's accident, even if it was that long ago. I've feel like I am a good judge of stool size by what it feels like when I have to go. Maybe others aren't good at it but if the urge is strong and doesn't seem to relent, it is best to take care of it soon! It's usually a BIG ONE!!! Yes, I cannot relate to a smaller accident. It just seems like the pressure would not be as intense so as to force you to let go if it is a small load. Also, I am glad that you had people who could relate to your accidents. That's why I love this forum. I feel that I can talk about things that would be embarrassing if it were with people I know.I hope you are well and I love your posts as well! Happy New Year!
JackMann: I've had similar dreams. I've had a dream that I was pooping in a unisex bathroom and there were no stalls, just all of us sitting on the toilets in full view of each other. That was weird. I have had dreams when I think I am on the toilet to pee and I wake up and realize I have a very full bladder. I've never wet the bed though.
Megan: That sounded like an amazing dump! I'm glad it finally went down. Happy New Year!
Annie: I hope you have a wonderful New Year and that you are able to find a permanent place to live that would suit you! You are a wonderful person! Just curious, why do you have to carry your own roll of toilet paper to the restroom?
LC: Well, the first may not happen because I wouldn't ask them unless they indicated that they were sick. These women were avoiding using the word "diarrhea" but would use some other euphemism to indicate that they have/had diarrhea, like "sick at the other end." But in the second scenario I would remain professional but continue with the conversation, relating my own experiences as they might pertain to theirs. Happy New Year!
BB: Great story! Do you think she was a germaphobe and afraid to sit directly on the toilet? Keep us updated. Happy New Year!
Jessica W: So glad that you are back! I hope you had a wonderful birthday and anniversary! Happy New Year!
Jenny SIS: I miss you! I hope you are well! I hope that you have some wonderful, enjoyable BMs, with or without skids, whatever your preference! Thanks for making this forum wonderful!
Victoria and Robyn: Happy New Year! I miss you!
Mina and the Three Crushes: Happy New Year!
MD Dan: I hope that you and Kate are well! Happy New Year!
To all: I remain regular and have had some wonderful holiday doodies. Nothing really exciting for a story, but they have been long, thick and have smelt, well, I'll leave that to your imagination!
John H: Happy New Year!
I hope that everyone has a wonderful 2025! Happy New Year!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Annie
To Catherine, Thunder and LC
Thank you, I appreciate that :) I do feel appreciated now. Before I was feeling frustrated and ignored like no one was reading or caring about my stories (and they take quite a while to write)
To Thunder-Hi Thunder. I can't really remember that far back. I was in the Epilepsy Clinic in downtown Toronto I think before my brain surgery (my surgery was in July 2013 and it caused memory loss). I do remember that I was in the hospital for about 9 days (they take you off all your medications to induce seizures. They also don't give you much water so they had to give me a laxative and a suppository. That resulted in more than one trip to the washroom and ended up with me having diarrhea and pooping out a giant poop). I was much happier once I was able to go back on all of my medications, go home (I was married back then), shower and go to the washroom at home.
To LC-Thank you. I'm pretty open to talking about anything. Keep in mind that my memory is hit and miss due to brain surgery and a stroke.
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning woke at five am had a wee in the THETFORD ELLEGANCE portta pottie then carried it downstairs to empty.as I got to the drain to empty I needed to poop,ran over to the van and used the on board ADVENTURIDGE porta pottie,then carried it over to drain and empted .
I put the van pottie back into the van added one litre of water to the rinse and one litre water and hand full of washing powder to the lower tank then left in galley area ready for next time.
The THETFORD ELLEGANCE I took back to the bedroom then put one litre of water in the rinse and one litre of water and a handfull of soap powder in the lower tank then went back downstairs.I filled the kettle made tea as I drank I needed the toilet again so went back to van and had another NUMBER TOO.
Most shit ever
I woke up and I had to shit, went to the toilet pulled down my pj's and sat on the toilet and omg it was the most shit I had done in my life. First firm logs one by one not too big sank to the bottom with a plash.
Plop plop. I was bored I hadn't grabbed my phone. More shit firm every minute another log, this went on a while. Soon the splashes stopped I looked down between my legs there was a pile of these logs now sticking out the water. My stomach settled a bit I thought I was done oh think again, it went weird mushy splattering down from my bum
I kept going and when I stopped I had created a cow pat mound of soft shit. I grunted so many times and soon I was done the mound was a third up the toilet. After wiping a lot I flushed and the toilet water level rose to the top. Lived here many years never had that happen before. I panicked but luckily it went down and I gave it another flush just to be sure then very quickly got dressed and went to work, it's an hours drive.
About 15mins before I got to the office an urge hit me and I honestly thought I'm not gonna make it. When I got there I fumbled my card and ran up the stairs as the elevator can get busy, I work on the top floor. Legged it to the toilets and sat down in the nearest cublible again solid firm logs poured out of me smashing the toilet and my bum.
Polp.plopping when a college comes in to use the urinal and I kept plopping the whole time he was there. Eventually he went and I finished, this time the shit met the top of the water level a little bit poked out. I wiped and flushed it away staining the toilet a lot. I left quickly just in time to start my shift no time to wash hands. My female boss said hi I just smiled awkwardly and sat at my desk sweating from the biggest shits I've had.
Tricky
The Lock Broke on the Stall
This is a continuation from my last entry, "Explosive Diarrhea in Front of my Coworkers", involving that same workplace.
It was a normal night shift. I'd just gotten out of school and had a short two hour night shift. I arrived at work on time, and had to ring the doorbell so my manager could come over and unlock the door. I was needing to take a poop, probably my second for the day. Nothing particularly urgent, but I wasn't going to wait until I got home since I was comfortable pooping here and there was no point in holding it in.
I let my manager know I needed to use the restroom before starting as he clocked me in and I grabbed a magazine, but he told me he needed the stall first and that I'd have to wait. He gave me a list of things to do for the day before he left to the Mens' room to poop, also magazine in hand. I got started setting up a new computer, when he returned about 20 minutes later.
Manager: "She's all yours now. Don't fall in."
I grabbed a magazine and walked to the cafeteria, where Melanie greeted me, making herself something to eat for dinner as I walked into the Mens' room, magazine in hand. I latched the stall door shut just as the entrance door to the restroom swung shut, and noticed the latch on the door felt a bit wobbly, as the lock suddenly fell off of the stall door as I stood there. The door swung wide open and wouldn't stay put. I tried to shut the door, but it kept opening itself before I could even get my belt unbuckled to try to sit. I was too nervous to poop here, realizing that if someone walked in they'd get an eyeful of me on the crapper. I wasn't comfortable with shitting in doorless stalls or open toilets until much later in my life, even though I'd already used such facilities during emergencies when I had no choice. This was not a situation that had enough urgency to convince me to go here with no privacy when anyone could just walk in and see me on the toilet with no coverage.
Melanie was still eating at the table. She did most of the upgrades and maintenance here, having experience as a plumber, carpenter, locksmith, and mechanic, so I let her know about the broken lock, awkwardly standing there with my reading material under my arm, giving away what I was planning to do in there,
Me: "The lock on the stall door fell off in the Mens' room. The door won't stay shut."
Melanie: "Don't you hate that? I'll fix it later. If you need to go, I'll make sure no one walks in on ya'. It's happened before."
I thanked her and went back into the Mens' room.
I sat there pushing out a log with the stall door swung wide open and out of my reach, feeling exposed and vulnerable. If someone came in, I wouldn't be able to reach the stall door from where I sat. I heard footsteps as another coworker entered the cafeteria.
Mel yelled out, "Don't go in there. <My name omitted>'s in there and the lock on the stall broke again."
It was one of my male coworkers, that classmate who I could identify by his voice, "Again? I'll wait."
He knew the situation.
Mel then said, "Nah, just use the Ladies'."
I heard him walk into the ladies room, where I heard him take a long and loud piss, then flush, and wash his hands. He left the adjacent room right around the time my log dropped out into the water.
*BLOOP-T*
It was time to wipe.
As Mel promised, no one came in. I finished up, flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and exited the room about 7 minutes after entering, magazine in one hand, broken stall lock in the other. I handed her the broken lock.
She sarcastically yelled at me, teasing, "Get to work, slacker! You spent enough time in there daydreaming!"
I felt mildly embarrassed at her acknowledgment of my time spent in there. She obviously knew I just took a poop in there. But it wasn't that bad. She saw me walk back and forth to the Mens' room with a magazine in hand on a regular basis, and had already heard my noises at least once thanks to the explosive results of that laxative I took some weeks prior. She knew I pooped at work on the regular and she relished the humor of it, just like her uncle Jim, the manager.
I finished my shift around 8PM, and had to pee really bad. I made one final trip to the Mens' room and noticed the stall door was still hanging open. I stood at the urinal, just before starting my stream, when I heard a quick series of knocks on the door while it cracked open. It was Mel.
"Is someone in here?"
My pee rushed out aimed at the water of the bowl-style urinal.
*plip-p-p-p-p-p-p*...
I awkwardly said, "Yeah."
...*p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p*...
She said, "I'll wait for ya'."
...*p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p*...
Then the door shut.
...*p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p*...
It took a long time for me to finish up at the urinal because my bladder started draining itself at max capacity. Maybe after nearly two minutes of continuous peeing, I zipped up, flushed, and started washing my hands. Knowing I was now done upon hearing the flush and me washing my hands at the sink, she opened the door and walked back into the Mens' room, drill in hand, stall door lock prepared for installation, having just listened to me take a very long pee from start to finish.
She looked at me as I was washing my hands at the sink and said, "You must drink a lot of water."
I responded, now drying my hands with paper towels, "Yeah. About a gallon a day."
She then retorted, "No wonder your skin looks so clear! Water's good for ya'."
It was sort of awkward, but not embarrassing. I don't think she actually saw me standing at the urinal, just heard me, which I was used to in all kinds of settings. But if she did see me, she was far from the first female to see me pee.
I left the building and made my way back home.
Bianca
Went A Lot Today
I had a lot of loose poop. It seemed ok, and soft this morning. I also did plenty of farting on the toillet, too. Luckily, I no longer have my old smoke alarm in my room. Around this time of December last year, I was nervous to go pee late at night, because the broken thing kept beeping. Thank god my alarm clock isn't that loud, or I could get the pee scared out of me.
Annie
To LC
Thank you for your reply. Any type of reply to anything (except for intentional accidents or buddy dumps since I don't do either) are good. I appreciate it. What kind of reply would you (or anyone here) like? Let's make 2025 much better and get rid of the crap lol
Annie
To Denise and Catherine
Awww hi Denise! Thank you! *hugs* I do. When I wrote that post I felt ignored and frustrated (I think it was partially PMS) so I wanted to write that post to get my feelings out. I do feel appreciated now and less ignored. Not long until New Year's! Before anyone asks, no plans or resolutions here. I just want to make 2025 better than this year life and emotion wise. Thank you for your comment.
To Catherine-Awww hi Catherine. Thank you. I don't think the spicy food hurt my stomach just made me need to go then. Oh well :) Thank you. My brain injury manager is in charge of getting people housing, etc so it takes quite a while but better late than never. Wow the south of the US. I think you might like Toronto if you get to visit though it's pretty expensive (including our bus system, restaurants, etc). Still it can be nice depending on the area. Thank you for your comment.
To Thunder-Hi Thunder. Thank you for your comment. Yes I have off and on during the years, at first for unexplained seizures, once having a stroke (in my late 20s). They found out that I had a benign brain tumour (which was causing seizures, unintended weight loss, etc). I had brain surgery in July 2013 and go to MRIs and follow ups every 6 months. I go in a van with someone who works with my brain injury manager to and from appointments etc. Otherwise I have not been in the hospital and I'm on prescription laxatives and stool softeners and eat a healthy diet etc and they keep me regular.
To Megan
Megan I enjoyed your story about clogging the toilet my poops are big too sometimes. Do u poop in public? If so I'd love to hear your story I usually poop before I get in the shower too try lighting a candle before u drop a deuce next time that usually helps it not stink as bad!
Looking forward to hearing from u! My name is Austin by the way!!
STEPHEN.P
BOWEL CHANGES
Three years ago I stayed at a holiday park over christmas as their was loads of food I had to poop more often.using the toilet in the chalet did not give me the satisfaction of a good shit.
Several times I went to the campervan and had a good shit ,this year I took the car ,I used the toilet in the chalet many times and the toilet at reception often having a good shit.
Pooping in the campervan most days for the past three years using the pottie seat hight thirteen inches has improved the performance of my bowels
Tuesday, December 31, 2024
STEPHEN . P
Been in house sorting papers,had the urge for a BM came to the campervan
sat on the potty and done a NUMBER TOO .For some reason I always need to poop on a sunday soon after EIGHT PM.
J.
Replying to Katie (modesty pee)
Have you ever had to modesty pee in a skirt...you talked about pants and shorts.
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