It's non-fattening, natural, pleasurable, and still legal; We all have to go to the bathroom, regardless of our race, culture, creed and status. Welcome to the forum dedicated to the act of relieving yourself. Everybody is an expert, and stays anonymous,
The Frequently Asked Questions, or FAQ is a collection of the rules of the site. Outlining the use of, and expectations, for conduct, and interpersonal interaction on this site. It should be read in its entirety
With the advent of social media, interpersonal relations have declined substantially. The last three items deal with how to treat your fellow man. Consisting of mainly moral and ethical issues, the following clarifications have been collected and bundled over the years:
Thought id share this & see the general responses (im not sure the validity of this lol but its interesting netherless)
According to my mom (about what…25ish years ago) she & my younger sister were in a carpet shop. apparently my sister (who was a toddler at the time) thought one of carpet roles was TP and used it wipe herself leaving a skidmark
I don't know if anybody else has tales like this haha
im not a parent
Does stuff like this happen with kids lol ??
Steve A
To Catherine (Recipe for Success)
I have a question about All Bran Cereal and how it tastes? When compared to other healthy cereals with fiber/protein in them.
I usually eat various Kashi Flavored Brands, Raisin Bran (despite the sugar content) and regular Fiber One Cereal for breakfast.
Annie
To Weezer and really quick, big soft poop after breakfast
Hi Weezer-Thank you for your response. I was posting in frustration since I didn't think people read or liked my stories since it felt that way. I have sometimes gotten responses to my stories. I'm not going anywhere. Have a good day.
Now for my story. I woke up bloated this morning so I sat up when my alarm went off (I use my cell phone alarm with multiple times throughout the day for my medications. I eat at about 8:30 AM and 4:30 PM then take my medications. My 9 PM medications I take on an empty stomach), put my feet into the flip flops near my bed, grabbed my Walmart bag near my bed, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste off the desk, grabbed my water jar and went to the washroom to pee and brush my teeth. Afterwards I put my toothbrush and toothpaste in my room, filled my water jar and went upstairs for breakfast. I saw a bowl of food on the table which was still warm (my caregiver had it covered) which I ate slowly. I also noticed a clean, small coffee cup on the table (empty) and 2 apples. I decided I would have the apples for lunch and make coffee then. When I was done breakfast I took my 9 AM medications, grabbed my Walmart bag off the floor, grabbed the water jar and went downstairs. Went to my room for a while until about 10 minutes ago when I got the urge to poop. Grabbed the Walmart bag, went to the door, took my flip flops off, opened the door, walked out of my room, closed the door, turned off the light, walked to the washroom across from my room, turned on the light, went in, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my black sweatpants and dark grey high cut underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and peed first for about 30 seconds then pushed and splat! A big soft poop quickly fell into the toilet. Wow at both the speed of it and the stink. Pushed back my sleeves (wearing a lightweight long sleeved shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt instead of being bundled up in a sweater. My caregiver talked to me about that last night), took some toilet paper off the roll, put the toilet paper roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor then finally started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. The poop on the toilet paper was really wet and slippery. Yuck. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and looked in the toilet. Wow. There was a big soft messy poop in the toilet that took up a lot of the toilet. Probably about 2 or 2 1/2 feet long. Damn. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again because there was a flake/little poop piece that came off the poop. Went to the sink, washed my hands, turned off the tap, grabbed the Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light, walked next door to my room, took the beige flip flops off, turned on the light, opened the door, put the flip flops on in here, closed the door, dried my hands on the towels, walked to the bed and have been writing this for a while. I hope everyone is staying safe, happy and healthy. Not long until Christmas and New Year's. Let's hope that 2025 is better.
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie
Annie
Thank you Catherine and a re-introdu tion of myself
Thank you Catherine. I was feeling frustrated and ignored the other night on here so I wrote it in a polite but direct way. Awww thank you. I have had constipation issues since I was a baby and as I got older, seizures. Been hospitalized multiple times, a brain tumour was found, most of it was taken out in July 2013 though as of right now I go to MRIs every 6 months, follow up appointments every so often and am on Disability and living with my longtime friend until I get housing. For everyone here, you know my name is Annie, I live in Toronto, Canada, I'm divorced and live with my longtime friend until I get housing. I can't get around by myself. I need to be taken to and from appointments, my weekly exercise program, etc in a special van. I don't have kids or a boyfriend and am not sad about it. So I hope that helps everyone :)
Annie
Another mushy stinky poop
Just came back from the washroom again. I think the spicy, healthy food, coffee and water has been cleaning me out. A few minutes ago I got the urge to poop again so I grabbed my Walmart bag again, went to the door, took my flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put the flip flops on out there, closed the door, turned off the light, walked to the washroom, turned on the light, went in and closed the door. Walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet and relaxed finally. Peed first for about 20 seconds then pushed and really stinky mushy poop poured into the toilet (no farts or crackling). It was really quiet, quick and really stinky. I think it was a mixture of the vegetables, chili peppers, beef and coffee. P.U. lol. After I was done I pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some, put the toilet paper roll back, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and started wiping my butt. It was really messy, stinky and slippery. I wiped until I was clean, put the toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and looked in the toilet. The toilet was full of mushy poop and the water was brown. Stunk too lol. It was the second time today that I have gone. Flushed the toilet and everything went down. P.U. Washed my hands at the sink, grabbed my Walmart bag, walked to the door, opened it, turned off the light, walked to my room, took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light, opened the door, walked in, put the flip flops on in here, dried my hands on the towels in here, came to bed and have been writing this for a while. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and that you're all looking forward to Christmas, the holidays and New Years. Hopefully lots of good meals and poops for those!
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie
To Lena S
Lena I really enjoyed your story about pooping at home hope it came out alright. I pooped this morning came out nice & smooth nothing like a good poop to start the day! Do you poop in public? I sometimes do it depends on how bad I have to go! I'd love to hear from you!
My name is Austin by the way!!
Leah
A few thoughts
I want to start by saying that I am still pretty new here, I wasn't expecting anybody to reply to me, especially this soon after my first post, so thank you guys, I appreciate it.
Today is Thursday, hopefully just one more day of hard poop, I'm going out on Friday evening for drinks with some guys from work as it is the last Friday before Christmas I may have a story, we'll see.
MJD
I was trying to hold it until I found somewhere more secluded, but I still ended up pooing myself, it is one of the rare times In adulthood that I have had an accident, it should never happen but unexpected things can happen.
I am a city girl, so I have no reason to be going outside however, I admit that I do pee a lot outside after dark when I'm desperate, even then I'm still nervous about getting caught, but not pooping.
When I poo I see how my stomach feels, if I can feel it's stuck I push, and I get paranoid that it might go back up so I push even harder until I feel it moving and I stop - start
Friday, December 20, 2024
Bianca
Poop
To Anna from Austrailia: I don't mind the noises or smells of my poops. Ever since dealing with a side affect from medical treatment some time ago, my poops can stink. Speaking of noise, my quick poop after lunch today sounded like a turd motorcycle lol! The only poop concern I have is employment related. I once found a story in which a person was fired for pooping their pants. All for now.
MJD
Story For Leah
Reading you story about pooping outside reminded me of an occasion when I was caught out by the urge.
It had been two days since I had been able to have a poop, I could feel the urge but I had been unable to get anything out. I had gone to the park to have a walk to have a walk to see it I could get anything moving.
About half way though, I was hit by that familiar urge. I found the most secluded spot possible (over a log) and lowered my boxers. I peed gently and began to slowly push ugh ugh nn nnnnnn feeling this huge lump in my rectum. I had my eyes closed pushing nnn nnnnnnn as I could feel this poo slowly making its way through to my hole. I felt embarrassed incase anyone could heat or see me (luckily they didn't) but I just wanted this thing out of me .
I continued pushing nnnnnnn nnnnnnnn uggggghhhh nnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnn until the head of this thick turd emerged from my puckering bumhole. It was so big and stretched my hole but I kept going uggghhh nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn until I felt it taper off and land on the ground.
I felt tired and returned home to wipe.
JW
Quuestioon for Flight Attendent
I'm curious does the dry air in the Plane's cabins give you constipation problems? Every time I used to fly across the country on a five hour flight I ended up constipated with a hard, stubborn, poop that I really had to work at. I know the air is dry in the cabin and often wondered if i caused the flight crew special problems?
Princess Toadstool Peach
Pushing and also Releasing a Big Massive Stinky Pooh Poo Log
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I just woke up from a long nap and now I feel like I need to go do my business. My behind is ready to go and release my body waste! I head into the bathroom, walk over to the toilet, lift up my dress, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little royal wiggle and sit down onto the toilet adjusting myself and squatting on my high heels as I read the newspaper and begin pushing away feeling a little crackle and lots of hot gas and then I feel a massive log slowly oozing and peeking out of my bottom poo hole. Oh and it smelled too. Yikes maybe those dried fruit and nuts and prunes weren't such a good idea for a healthy snack after all "PAAAAARRRRPPP PFFFTTTTT TOOOOT PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK PLOOP PLOP SPLASH!!!!" They can also make me a bit gassy too same with coffee. But I should probably wrap this up like a children's present for Christmas and get to wiping. I wipe my bottom front and back. What are those little white moving worm thingies on the toilet paper along with my poo poo stains are those my toenails? I don't eat my toenails. Yuck!! As soon as I finish wiping I get up, pull up my panties, lift down my dress and then I flush this monster dump loaf I pinched down the drain. Good thing I only came here to poo and not wee. Anyway Merry Christmas and bye bye now. Oh and keep a eye for that Christmas Poo from South Park Mr Hanky he always appears during this time of year…(????: "HOWDY HO!!!" ) What the hell heck was that???!!!
Mary-Ann
Thanksgiving
Catherine, thank you for your warm welcome!
Two weeks ago, I was at my Aunt's for Thanksgiving. After stuffing myself with turkey, mashed potatoes, and all the fixings, I suddenly felt that all-too-familiar urge to take a massive shit. I excused myself from the living room where everyone was gathered around the TV and made my way to the bathroom.
As I approached, I could hear soft moaning coming from inside. Great, someone was already in there. It was my 18-year-old cousin Elly, taking what sounded like a big dump.
I knocked lightly on the door, "Elly? You okay in there?" "Yeah," she groaned, "I'll be out in a sec." I could hear her straining again, followed by another loud plop.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened and Elly stumbled out, looking embarrassed but relieved. "Sorry about that," she muttered as she washed her hands and left. I just nodded and closed the door behind her. She'd left quite the mess behind - skid marks running up both sides of the bowl, and a strong smell that made my eyes water.
As I started pushing out my own turd, I realized that my shit was going to be just as impressive (and messy). It came out in a long, slow stream, crackling and breaking apart as it hit the water. The smell wasn't great, but at least it was not as bad as Elly's.
I took my time, enjoying the relief of emptying my bowels after that massive meal. When I finally finished, I wiped and stood up to inspect the damage. The toilet bowl was filled with a mix of my own soft, mushy turds and whatever remained of Elly's logs - it was like some kind of poop soup.
I flushed (and crossed my fingers), but as expected, it didn't go down. Great, now I had to deal with this shit-storm too. I grabbed the plunger from under the sink and did my best to clear the clog while trying not to gag on the smell.
After several minutes of plunging, the toilet finally flushed (sort of) and the water level dropped just enough for me to breathe a sigh of relief. I washed my hands thoroughly and left the bathroom feeling much ligther. As I sat down next to Elly on the couch, I gave her a small smile. She grinned back at me, knowing exactly what we were both thinking about.
for Shauna B:
My sister had spent almost a year with him, but he was obsessed about making the senior varsity team and then going on to play on scholarship at college. She got jealous as was understandable. So while he was over the hill taking his shit, my sister composed herself, went into some bushes behind a rec distribution building, and did a reasonably formed 1-incher in his glove. It was about 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning and then she headed to our parents house. She never heard from him again. Hope this answers your questions.
Weezer
To Annie
I have been reading this forum for years. I have contributed a few stories under different names when I felt I had something remarkable or funny to share. I don't think I ever received a single response. So please don't think that noone likes your stories. I personally enjoy them - you are very real and honest. There is always a place for that. That is what makes this forum special. Everyone is completely honest [no reason not to be] and noone is judged. I hope you continue to post - I am sure you would be missed. But if you have read as long as I have you realize that people are very active here and then eventually fade away because they get busy with other things. There is always something new that captures our interest. All good.
Happy Holidays - to all
Weezer
Princess Toadstool Peach
Drink, Eat, Brush, Sleep, Sit, Poo, Wipe, Flush and Shave!!!
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am eating a couple of slices of pizza with pepperoni and extra sauce and cheese on top. I also have a glass of lemon iced tea to wash it all down. As soon I have my dinner and my drink. I feel so full I just can't eat a single bite. I walk upstairs by candlelight and let out a huge yawn as I brush my teeth with peppermint flavoured toothpaste and my shiny new toothbrush. Then after saying my prayers I flop into bed and put my nightcap on then count sheep until I yawn again with my eyes growing heavy and then I….ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ (YAWNN!!) Oh sorry I forgot about going to the toilet and doing my business. I head over to the bathroom, pull down my pretty pyjama pants then after wiggling my royal bottom a little I sit on the toilet reading the newspaper while I pinch my loaf dumping all my huge thick poo waste into the toilet after a bunch of hot gas and a crackle. "PLOP PLOOP SPLASH PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!!" I feel much better now. I then wipe my bottom nice and clean front and back, get up and flush it all away. Holy Cripes. My vagina pubes need a shave. (BZZZZZZZ!!) Excuse me please. Bye bye now!
Sky
Hey so first of all I'm new here! I'd been lurking here for a while and finally decided to maybe post!
I was at the doctors and I sat down in the waiting room for them to call my name. Then my ibs started to act up when I had just 5 minutes left until my appointment!!! At first I shifted around in my seat and think about other things to take my mind off it. My stomach was cramping sooo bad. Finally I just couldn't hold it any longer and hurried over to the bathroom which was thankfully nearby! I knocked at the door to see if anyone was in there, got no response so I walked in and thank my lucky stars it was empty. I hurried to get a seat cover off the wall and put it on the seat. It was hard to keep it in place but I was in a hurry so I just sat down and immediately pushed. Normally I would be too afraid to make noise so I would push lightly or not at all and just let it all come out by itself but I had no time! Sadly it was a loud one but it all came out at once. I wasn't sure if I was done but my stomach felt better so I hurried and wiped and it took a few wipes and I knew I hadn't wiped well but I shrugged and figured I got most of it off and I would wipe more at home. Stood up, flushed the toilet and washed my hands and rushed back out to the waiting area and I was so lucky I made it just in time for my name to be called!
Another time, at the movies I really had to pee. I sure regretted getting the largest cup of Coca Cola. I tried so hard to hold it! I shifted in my seat and tried to focus on the movie but the pressure building was too much and at a certain point I just knew I wouldn't make it through the entire movie. I hated that I missed part of the movie but I had to go more than I ever had in my life! I ran to the bathroom and did my business and had the best pee of my life! I felt so much lighter after! So much relief and I went back to continue watching the movie but I am sad to say I did miss some important things for the plot.
Many many moons ago I was around 11 years old and school took all of us on a camping trip. A real camping ground with nice big cabins and everything. We did a lot of activities. We were there all day. My friend Cody came up to me at one point and he said he badly needed to pee and didn't pee all day not even in the morning before school! Because of being in the hot weather all day he drank a lot of water from his big water bottle he was carrying so he was very very desperate to pee! He was too afraid to ask permission to go to the bathroom so he asked if I could be a shield for him so people wouldn't see him pee. I said of course. With his permission I quickly got a few of his other friends to come help me shield him from everyone and we formed a circle around him with our backs to him so we wouldn't see. We soon heard his pee hitting the grass along with him sighing in relief. This went on for over a minute but then a teacher saw us and yelled at us for going far away from the rest of them and asked what we were doing. She made us step away which exposed poor Cody to everyone!! Everyone was looking in our direction because we were getting yelled at. Without thinking I turned around and looked at him before looking away. Cody was completely exposed standing there peeing nonstop with his shorts and briefs around his knees and his bottom showing and his private parts on display for all to see!!! Everyone was laughing and staring at his private parts. He was yelled at for not asking to go to the bathroom while he stood there with his penis out still peeing up a storm! He bawled his eyes out and tried to turn away. Once he was finished he pulled up his shorts and briefs again and he ran to a nearby cabin and hid there, a teacher followed him of course, and I didn't see Cody for the rest of the trip, I guess he went home early. Poor kid. He even told me he really wanted to switch to another school after the incident! Especially because after it he was so badly bullied for it.
Final story! On vacation I just went swimming and naturally I decided to shower as soon as I got back in my hotel room. I had to pee but thought it could wait. I got in the shower and turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and began washing my hair. Then it became impossible to hold my pee. I guess the water made it extra hard to hold in. I really didn't want to pee in the shower because it was a hotel so other people would be using it in the future and I felt bad. But all of the sudden it just started coming out! I felt it begin to dribble from me and I felt the warmth on my legs as it ran down my legs. I was so disappointed in myself. I should've went before I got in the shower. I still feel bad about it. It looked like the soap and water did a good job of getting it away though.
Catherine
A Christmas Recipe
Hi Toiletstool,
As we near 2025, I hope everyone has a wonderful year. And, I hope that 2025 is your best year for bowel movements!
I realize that so many on this forum struggle with digestive disorders and super-busy lifestyles. Having a healthy BM for me is the next-best bodily sensation to sex. Well, maybe eating is next-best, but you get my point. I wanted to share an old recipe that I posted on page 2522, but it has been revised.
If you will follow it, you can have some amazing doodies and feel better over all. Imagine a life of poops that are long and thick, create strong urges in your bottom but hardly ever cramp your stomach, that are complete in one to two evacuations, and that clean up easily. It's possible!
Here's the recipe:
1. Fiber. I eat All Bran Cereal on top of Honey Nut Cheerios. Every. Day. Without exception. Bulk Fiber helps the stool retain water and provides more girth to the stool. Fiber expands when its filled with water. I would recommend no more than the daily serving, as it could cause malabsorption of vitamins and minerals in other foods.
2. Yogurt. Every Day. Without exception. I still eat Dannon Triple Zero even though the formula has changed over the years. It is excellent!
3. Water. Drink the recommended 64 oz. of water daily, but space it out throughout the day. I have to be conscientious of this during cooler months. Too, I recommend water as opposed to getting it through flavored alternatives.
4. Exercise. I run and work out regularly. However, at least walk for 30 minutes. It's good for you anyway but it aids in digestion.
5. Routine. Plan your day so that you are not in a hurry. Make sure that you give yourself time to poop. Don't ignore the signal to go to the bathroom. Eventually it will happen at a comfortable time for you.
6. Privacy. We all need privacy, as indicated by this forum, to go to the bathroom. If we cannot get the privacy we need, we at least need to be comfortable with where we go and who might know that we are going. It will help things move along as they should when we go. It's weird that I have found out that I tend to have to wipe more when I have pooped somewhere or with someone that I am not comfortable.
7. Charmin and Good Wipes. I will not use any other toilet paper. I like to save money like anyone else, when I am trying to get clean, I want comfort over cost-savings. I always have Charmin for my bathroom at home. I keep Good Wipes and Charmin when I am out and about. I also have a built in bidet in my toilet that helps. But wiping gently and thoroughly is important. And, if your poops are filled with fiber, they will be less sticky and easy to clean!
8. A healthy diet. I eat many vegetarian recipes when I can. I eat lots of fish. I do not drink soft drinks, eat junk food or fast food. I love to treat myself to pizza, burgers, or other high calorie meals once per week, but that's it. Eat healthy snacks, such as fruit and nuts. Find ways to get fiber through your food instead of taking supplements. Too, if certain foods irritate your bowels or cause constipation, avoid them. But do treat yourself once per week!
9. Eat breakfast. I eat a balanced breakfast every day (not two separate ones like I did when I was younger). Eating breakfast stimulates the digestive system early in the day. I'll have All Bran cereal and Honey-Nut Cheerios, fruit, yogurt, and usually a vegetarian omelette!
10. Coffee. I only have 8 ounces in the morning at breakfast. But the caffeine and the warm drink helps stimulate the bowels. Also hot tea or warm lemon water can do the trick. But don't drink too much to cause cramps!
11. Create a relaxing atmosphere in the bathroom. Splurge on some decorations, a good, comfortable toilet, air fresheners, candles, and anything that would make my bathroom an inviting place for me to be.
12. Enjoy the go!!! (I stole that from Charmin!). I know that I should not be as obsessed with going to the bathroom as I am, but it does feel good. We should not be embarrassed if defecating is a pleasurable experience. Even Mark Twain acknowledged defecating to be a pleasurable experience. If for just a few minutes you have a slightly euphoric feeling, don't be embarrassed that it was a perfectly formed, stinky, mud-like substance exiting your body that made you feel good. It's OK to look too!! In fact, we all ought to look at it because we might find abnormalities and catch them early.
I hope that this recipe will be a good one for you to try. Give it time to get to the size, frequency and consistency that is comfortable for you!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Catherine
To Annie
I am so sorry that you are feeling ignored and discouraged as you post here.
First, I hope you know how much I feel for your situation. I cannot imagine having the health limitations that you live with. Please know that I send much love your way. I hope that your health stays well and that you can enjoy your life as much as possible, even with the limitations you have. You are loved and valued.
Second, I, too, often felt ignored when I posted early on. It's hard to know what will spark a reader's interest on this forum. But I've been able to write with some wonderful people like you! I love to talk to Jenny SIS, Victoria and Robyn, Mina (Chakamami), Denise, John H, MD Dan, Anna from Austria, and some from the past like Kristi, Carlie B, and others! Write to one of us specifically or leave a comment about one of their stories. Be patient. These are good people.
Lastly, perhaps it is wise to reintroduce yourself, because so many people come and go on this forum. There are lots of new people now. Maybe they do not know you and your story.
Those are just some tips but I think everyone who writes here will agree with me that this forum would not be as special without you!
You write really well! And you are such an amazing person. Please hang in there with the forum!
All the best to you! From your poos to your life in general, warm thoughts, prayers, and well wishes are with you!
Love,
Catherine!
Jaycie
Recent Troubles
Hey guys,
I don't know what's been wrong me lately. I've been having many sudden urges to use the bathroom and have had to stop to use the restroom at places I would normally never go to. My last two episodes have both ended in my using disgusting gas station bathrooms.
On my way to work a couple of days ago, I started having some painful cramps that let me know what was about to unfold. I pulled off to the closest gas station to get some much needed relief. I found 2 stalls with the handicap one being available. I rushed inside and realized there was barley any toilet paper left in the holder. I had to ration what was left for my bum so I was forced to hover over the toilet. Not being able to hold back anymore, I got I to position and lowered my pants and fired away. Sludge began to spew out before a loud shart spray my mess all over the back of the seat. I was so embarrassed someone heard me blow a loud mess out of my butt and I graffitied the toilet with diarrhea. I quickly wiped to the best of my ability with what little paper there was, flushed, and left as fast as I could. I don't think I'll ever be able to step foot in that gas station again with the guilt I feel about the whole situation.
Today I had a similar experience on my way to lunch. I just pulled out of my office parking lot when I got hit with the same cramps yet again. I tried to ignore it but they grew stronger and I realized I didn't have much time before I had an accident. I rushed to a different gas station close to my office and hustled to the restroom. It was a single person bathroom so I locked the door behind me and immediately sat down. I UNLOADED into the toilet. I had around a 30 second wave of non stop mushy diarrhea followed by a loud fart and even more on and off diarrhea. This went on for another 10 minutes. I finally felt comfortable enough to leave so I began to wipe. While wiping, someone knocked on the door and I told them "just a second". The toilet was destroyed. I would have to make a swift exit for them not to notice. I went to flush and realized I had made a grave mistake. My mess was not going down, and panic was setting in. With no plunger or toilet brush in sight, I decided to cut my losses and just wash my hands and leave. As I opened the door I didn't even make eye contact with the person waiting, I made a straight B-Line for my car and left. I can't even imagine the disgust of the person who was waiting to use the toilet. It was filled to the brim with my waste and smelled like death.
How can I control my bowels better / be less embarrassed about going to public places like gas stations to unload unholy amounts of diarrhea?
Thank
Jaycie
MJD
To Leah
Sounds like you were really desperate - that booking wet fart must have felt really good, I'm sorry you got interrupted by the child but if you needed to go, you needed to go. Did you try and hold it or did the urge become ton much? Is that the first time you've pooped outside? Have you pooped in any other interesting places?
I know you say that you try not to push too much, and you are right, but sometimes it can't be helped I guess. When you do push / grunt do you bear down hard or more gently? Have you ever managed to complete a puzzle whilst having a particularly long session?
I know what you mean about wanting to be alone in the house - do you think anyone has ever heard you trying to go when you are constipated? Have your ever heard anyone?
Love the stories!
Leah
Embarrassing sleepover
On Tuesday I had arrangements for my friend to stay over at my flat, as my friend Kelly had business in the city and needed to be up early for her meeting, she could have stayed in a hotel overnight but I couldn't let her do that and that's fine, as I start work at 6am myself.
Kelly has medium long blonde hair, quite tall, blue eyes and a beach bum type, very well rounded figure.
I gave Kelly a spare key to my home because I didn't know what time she'd be coming over but it would be in the afternoon sometime.
I left work at 2pm, got home bursting for a poo at 2:45 since I seem to do that often now, fumbled with my keys got in pulled my trousers down to my ankles plonked my bum down on the porcelain placed my puzzlebook on my lap and waited.
I just threw my handbag down and sat on the loo, I did nothing else, a good welcome. I let out a small pfft as I felt my poo coming but it's stuck uuuhhh, owww, uuuuhh I groan and grunt as I have to ffforce it out over 10-15 mins. About 10 mins in, and with my poo hanging out a little I hear footsteps followed by the key being turned and the front door opening, the inner door opens and Kelly calls out "leah dear, are you home" I'm scanning the puzzle for the word "queen" so I open the loo door, which is next to the loo, stick my head out and Kelly she's me, I wave at her and she walks over to me. No! I said "it's too stinky in here" and I fan my hand, "I'll see you soon" and I close the door, I open it again and yell "make yourself at home" with a strained voic. and Kelly replies "your pooping" and starts laughing.
I hear the TV turn on, I hear a gameshow and I am finally pushing out this stubborn poo, uuuuugh, plooop! And the water splashes up my bum aaah. This poo was sticking out the water, it was long, and my bathroom has no window so it stunk even more, I spend another 5 minutes wiping my bum, wipe after wipe after wipe, so so messy I flushed and it all clogged! I flushed a few times and nothings I left it and washed my hands, I walked out and shut the door behind me and opened a window in my living room to clear the air.
"Are you ok" Kelly grinned as we hugged, I could hear you struggling in there and I explained my problem to her, "poor you" she said as she rubbed my stomach, I feel much better now I said, but now I need to fix the loo! I blushed so I filled up my kitchen bowl and poured it in the loo and flushed it all down and sprayed my flowery air freshener and we hung out, caught up with things and had supper.
I felt fine up until we were getting ready for bed, I undressed my lower half and could feel my stomach aching and I could feel something so I decided to sort of squat this time, my bottom at the back my feet resting on the front. Kelly still needed to use the bathroom and she came in this time and stood in front of me in her dressing gown.
"Leah, you spend more time in here than you do with me, what's going on"
I replied "that greasy chicken burger has upset my stomach" "I can feel a poo up there" in that moment Kelly placed one hand on my vagina as she put her finger up my bum, "your in the perfect position for this and I'm gonna feel around" "Kelly!" I gasped in shock, Kelly groaned as she said "I can't go any further but I can feel something" "ok" I said and then she lifted up her gown and sat down as I moved my legs to her sides.
She had a 10 second pee, wiped and went to the sink, washed her hands and brushed her teeth, all while watching me. "I'm gonna stay a few minutes longer" I said "I be out soon" and she left for the bedroom but honestly I could have been in there all night, I felt like I was going to poo at any moment but I had to give up, throughout the night my stomach ache continued and I felt groggy and I didn't feel well the day after and I left for work first, we phoned that day and we enjoyed hanging out, so for next time.
Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Bianca
Hi Folks
To Becky: I don't take medication that gives me poop. However, I get nausea sometimes. I hope you've been liking my stories. Here's a joke! Why is the toilet so rich? Because people keep making deposits. My poop was loose this morning, but it wasn't a lot. Mom did a squeaky fart yesterday, and so did I. Bye everyone.
Anna from Austria
Reply to Cathrine
i like Mexican food but I cannot say that I am used to it. I just have it once in a while. And when I have it, it always make me to "explode" on the bathroom.
I also want to answer your question what i find embarrasing when going number 2.
The smell and the sounds embarrass me the most. Especially the sounds.
I think it has something to do with my childhood. Since I can think I always had to go in the morning.
this means pooping at school could not be avoided. For some reason in my elemenary school I was the only pooper at school. Or at least the only loud pooper. I could never hear other girls fart during their bathroom seasons.
I never though something wrong with me. Because I could hear my mother and older sister doing it all the time. I could also hear some other older women doing their loud poops in public restrooms quiete often.
In middle and high school things changed a bit. Most of the girls theire were also reluctant to poop at school but when they had too they were also very noisy.
I still think that my early childhood memories still make me feel embarrased about the sounds.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Naughty piss Jack
Pee anywhere
Was anyone allowed to pee wherever they wanted or does anyone pee wherever they want? I've been curious if anyone actually does or was allowed to in their younger years.
Lena S.
Yesterday's bathroom break
Hi everyone,
I just wanted to say that I love reading everyone's stories! I've always found going to the bathroom to be so relieving, and this page makes me feel a little better about my stomach's habits and the accidents I've had over the years.
Shayna: I loved the story about your dump outside, it must have been so relieving.
MD Dan: Sorry to hear Kate had an accident, but I'm glad you were there to support her!
I loved Marley's accident story from a few weeks ago, I hope she comes back!
I'm back with another story about a really satisfying trip to the bathroom yesterday.
I was driving home from work yesterday when my stomach started to hurt. I already had to pee, I work about thirty minutes from home and had my hands full when I was leaving the office, and didn't want to find a spot to leave my stuff. I figured I could hold it long enough to get home. When I got to the next stop sign I lifted my butt off the seat and let out a long, loud fart. It really stunk the car up, and I drove the last mile home with the window open, even though I was freezing from these rough central NY winters. By the time I pulled in the driveway I really needed my daily bowel movement, usually once I feel my stomach start hurting a dump isn't far behind.
I unlocked the door and was greeted by my cat. I put my bag down and immediately walked to the bathroom. I pulled my jeans down and sat. I peed for about ten seconds, it rushed out with a hiss. Once the flow died off I let out a loud fart, which rattled off the bowl. I hardly had to push, I just released the clench on my butt a little bit and the head of a soft log started to crackle out. It already smelled very ripe, I guess the pork sandwich I had for lunch really got things going. The log kept crackling out, and I felt it hit the bottom of the bowl and start curling. I curled my toes and let the relief wash over me as this monster of a turd kept coming. It finally broke off two noisy farts ripped out one after the other. I waited a minute longer since I didn't feel done and felt another log on its way. I bore down and pushed, and another shorter log crackled and plopped out. I looked down and the big one was about a foot and a half long, and the smaller one was about six inches. The relief was incredible.
I wiped my vagina, pulled a new sheet and wiped the other end in only two passes. I felt so empty and light. I flushed the toilet and it all went down surprisingly, but left some good skid marks. I hit the bowl with a toilet brush and sprayed some Febreze to kill the heavy smell down a little bit. Thankfully I live alone.
Hope you all enjoyed!
Hey
I posted on here awhile ago about a girl named Cassie who was a family friend and we went camping with and she shit outdoors and about how I was a lot more poo shy back then. I think I mentioned there were a few more stories I could possibly tell and well here goes haha
So when I was about 27 I went camping with Cassie and her husband and a friend of theirs (female). We hung out the first night and ate and drank and whatever then got up next morning. I noticed Cassie walk away with some TP so I had an idea what she might be doing. Me the husband and the friend were having coffee and Cassie comes back saying "no one go over there hehe" suggesting that she had done a poo over there.
That night me and the other girl were hanging out when I said "um I need to go to the bathroom". She said yeah me too haha shall we go together? I said "well the thing is I need to shit haha". Surprisingly she said "yeah same. Go together?"
So anyway we both went off into a more secluded spot. I dropped my pants and she pulled down her undies out of her nighty. The first thing we both did was pee a lot letting out a sigh of relief. We spent the next minute or so both lightly grunting and letting out small farts. Then my actual poo started coming. As it crackled out I couldn't help letting out a grunt which she lightly laughed at. Shortly however that little laugh turned into an "uhhh" as I heard her crackle as well as noticed her hands gently grab her cheeks (presumably to spread them). I should mention that there was a small bush between us so we couldn't fully see each other but I just remember seeing that followed by a strong poo smell from her as she cutely scrunched up her face (she had dark brown skin dark eyes dark hair). She sighed and whispered "ahhh that's better". We both laughed quietly to each other, shared the TP to wipe then got up. When we got up I noticed her poo was a lot browner and longer than mine. She clearly needed to go more than me no wonder she was so keen lol.
After that we went back to the campsite and hung out until the next day where we all packed up and left. Great times
Not in contact with them anymore unfortunately but thought I'd share a story on here again (that last time was like 2018 or something).
John H
A comment and a question
Hey all.
@Annie. I enjoy reading your toilet posts. I like all the detail you include in your posts along with any replies you have submitted to me. I know it can be a timely process posting as detailed stories/responses do take a while to put together.
Question for all. Has anyone read every post on this site? I once attempted to start at page 1 and read all the way up to the point I first found this site. Again it's a timing thing. Bet there are lots of cool stories and it would be something to have read each and every post.
Take care all.
John H.
Annie
Had a good breakfast, coffee and constipated poop
Hi. Hopefully everyone is doing well and had a good weekend. Mine was okay, same as always. Got up this morning, went to the washroom (pee), brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Was surprised to see my caregiver was up preparing breakfast (a lot of the time she cooks and cleans most of the night and sleeps during some of the day). I said good morning to her and sat down. I was surprised to see a cup of coffee, a container of milk and 4 biscuits. There was also an apple. She told me to eat the apple first. I did and drank some of the coffee. She told me not to fill up on coffee. Soon she served breakfast and explained what was in them (biscuits with cabbage, carrots and cheese). It was a pleasant breakfast between the food, coffee and conversation. She refilled my coffee cup and told me to take the milk container downstairs after taking my 9 AM medications. I took my morning medications, thanked her and went downstairs. Quickly drank the milk, brought the container upstairs and went back downstairs. I could feel the urge to poop coming so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the washroom (already was in the hallway with my flip flops on), went in, turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled down my black sweatpants and green high cut (full coverage) underwear and sat on the toilet. Peed first quite a bit (it was a lot of milk, coffee and some water to let go of) then pushed out a big solid poop. This wasn't easy. It came out slowly and was lumpy feeling and thick. Great. Finally the last of it came out and laid in the toilet. No splash, no noises. Just laid there. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some off the roll and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks. The toilet paper was messy. Yuck. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my underwear and pants up and turned to look in the toilet. There was a long thick lumpy poop in the toilet surrounded by toilet paper. Very solid and stinky. Flushed the toilet and it went down (whew!). Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Last thing I want to do is clog the toilet especially since the guys here have been clogging up the sink (and making another tenant use drain cleaner on it since my caregiver can't go up and downstairs easily anymore because of her heart). Went to the sink, washed my hands, turned off the tap, went to the door, opened it, turned off the light, walked to my room, took my flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light, opened the door, walked in, put on the flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels in here, came to bed and have been writing this for a while. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy, happy and is having a good night/day (wherever you are). It's 10:03 AM here in Toronto. Will be Christmas soon. Have a good day.
Happy pooping and peeing
Annie
Annie
Pushed out a long poop
Hi. At lunch I had spicy noodles and rice mixed together (I think my caregiver is trying to get rid of leftovers or something) with carrots, beef, broccoli, chili peppers and little dates. It was ????. I had had coffee earlier and a good breakfast. Just a few minutes ago I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, left my room, put the flip flops on out there, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. It was getting harder to hold. Turned on the light, went into the washroom, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and peed first (Whoosh) then after my pee I pushed out a long poop that came out slowly and was solid. Finally I was done. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some off the roll, put the toilet paper roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping finally. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Very messy. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. There was a long solid thick poop lying in the toilet, probably about 2 or 2 1/2 feet long. It was huge. Flushed the toilet and it went down (so did the water level somewhat oops). Went to the sink, washed my hands, turned off the tap, grabbed my Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light, left the washroom, went to my room, took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light, opened the door, went in, put the bedroom flip flops on, dried my hands on the towels in here, closed the door, came to the bed and have been writing this for a while. Please let me know if you have been reading my stories because it feels like they have been ignored here. Thank you.
Happy pooping
Annie
Shauna B
Response to Anon
So she just dropped a load in his baseball glove ??
How did you find out about it
Was it ever specified if it was a log etc haha
Leah
Mike
Mike-
I have a job where I am on my feet and walking for eight hours a day, and working so you can imagine how thirst quenching my job is, drinking lots of water throughout the day means I also pee a lot, which means more walking and more drinking, I don't normally feel anything until after lunchtime.
I work with a bunch of guys and one of them I work with, John, he has the gassiest farts I have ever smelt, all morning stinking the place out, all the guys do it, quite loudly too so I'm not bothered about letting off a small toot when I need to. I need to take something, I'm going to experiment with a laxative and see how it goes this week, but I'm afraid of pooping myself.
I normally read a magazine on my lap but I find this puzzle book distracts me more, I had a big beer poo on Sunday morning after I woke up, it was satisfying and it just fell out of me, but now back to the normal working constipation. I have to sort this somehow and I was like this too in my old job, when I worked in the hospital.
Hospitals are hot humid places, the ventilation is poor, you get hot and bothered all the time and you drink all the time to stay hydrated, staff loos have no privacy but that's a different story altogether.
Catherine
Replies
Anonymous: I have only been called out a few times in a public bathroom. I think the most has been by my volleyball teammates in college who would make a comment about the smell! But I have had a few times when a stranger would say something. I wrote about it on the forum but I can't remember when it happened!
Princess Opal: I am grateful that I have only had a few instances when someone had to be in the restroom with me! But I would be mortified if it wasn't my husband or someone that I am close to.
John H: I am so sorry that your comment did not make it to the forum because I would have loved to have read your thoughts on them!
Chakamami: Thank you for your response! Those would be my greatest fears! I hope you all are well!
Regular Mike: Thanks for sharing! I think that it is pretty cool that you feel comfortable to defecate when you are working with a female student.
April: I am so sorry that pooping has been so traumatic for you. Thank you for your thoughts on my list...I really appreciate it! I hope that you will share your stories. And I hope that, even if you never "enjoy" pooping, you can find peace with it and live a healthy life. I am so glad you are on this forum. Prayers and good vibes your way!
Em: Welcome!
Flight Attendant: Welcome!
Anonymous: Thank you for the encouragement. I will go whenever I need to. I'm 44 now and really am not worried. But I appreciate your encouragement. I guess I wanted to see what everyone else finds embarrassing about pooping. Thanks!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Catherine
Replies
Anonymous: I have only been called out a few times in a public bathroom. I think the most has been by my volleyball teammates in college who would make a comment about the smell! But I have had a few times when a stranger would say something. I wrote about it on the forum but I can't remember when it happened!
Princess Opal: I am grateful that I have only had a few instances when someone had to be in the restroom with me! But I would be mortified if it wasn't my husband or someone that I am close to.
John H: I am so sorry that your comment did not make it to the forum because I would have loved to have read your thoughts on them!
Chakamami: Thank you for your response! Those would be my greatest fears! I hope you all are well!
Regular Mike: Thanks for sharing! I think that it is pretty cool that you feel comfortable to defecate when you are working with a female student.
April: I am so sorry that pooping has been so traumatic for you. Thank you for your thoughts on my list...I really appreciate it! I hope that you will share your stories. And I hope that, even if you never "enjoy" pooping, you can find peace with it and live a healthy life. I am so glad you are on this forum. Prayers and good vibes your way!
Em: Welcome!
Flight Attendant: Welcome!
Anonymous: Thank you for the encouragement. I will go whenever I need to. I'm 44 now and really am not worried. But I appreciate your encouragement. I guess I wanted to see what everyone else finds embarrassing about pooping. Thanks!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Leah
MJD
MJD-
I could feel the stool moving down I was desperate, out in the open in a public place with nowhere to go, I felt like jumping in the canal, open fields were hard to get into because of the hedgerows. I peed once in a more private area, behind the hedgerow and in some trees, the second time when I needed to poo the area was much tighter and no way for me to get through the hedgerow, so I hid in a bush beside the towpath and hoped for the best.
I hitched my skirt up, thong down around my knees, I was squatting over grass/mud I was moving around trying to get comfortable and a big wet fart boomed out, I sighed with relief and a small push to get the poo moving, it actually happened very quickly, I was waiting for my poo to fall and then I hear this little tapping of feet of a little girl who was running around. So yeah I pushed but I tried to keep it quiet, it left me very red faced in more ways than one.
Funny thing is I am normally regular, I'm used to pooping once a day or every other day, but I'm struggling with dehydration at work, I think I need to increase my fiber, But since starting this job the constipation has become chronic, I suppose, and I suppose being too active doesn't help either.
I try not to hold it in, but sometimes I'm too busy at work and I can't get away so I hold it.
At home I normally have a magazine on my lap, but at the moment I have a puzzle book to keep me occupied, that way I'm not pushing all the time and it's not good to push too much, I push and grunt if my poo gets stuck, but I normally just read.
I find it awkward if I am at home with someone, like one of my close friends and I'm taking ages in the loo and they know it and mock me, so in a way I would rather wait to be alone.
At home after work I can be on the loo anytime between say, 30 and 45 or 50 minutes. And my abdomen still aches after. So I'm not sure but the longest time must be around an hour.
Monday, December 16, 2024
Annie
To Catherine
Hi Catherine thank you! Here I feel mostly ignored or overlooked like no one likes or cares about my stories. Your comment made me feel good. How are you? Do you have any stories lately? Have a good day/night (not sure where you live. I'm in Toronto, Canada). :)
Tricky
There's a First Time for Everything
This is a continuation from my last story, "First day on the job, first dump on the job" on page 3117.
I had been working this job for about 3 months now. It was the day after Thanksgiving and I had been asked if I was available to come into work that morning. Enticed with the offer of double pay per hour for what would normally have been an unpaid holiday, I accepted. Being the day after a feast day, this also meant I spent the early hours of the day with what felt like was a bowling ball working its way through my GI tract, because I had crammed myself full of food the previous day and constantly kept myself passed being topped up. Before leaving for work, I sat on the toilet at home in hopes of getting at least some of this out of me, fearing that I could have an unwanted emergency during the bus ride to work, but nothing budged.
So I left for work, lower GI tract still full. Fortunately, I did nothing on the bus but fart, but I mostly had the bus to myself and the driver probably didn't notice. The farts were involuntary, violent, and loud, but fortunately they only came out when I was alone at the back of the bus. I was still embarrassed, fearing the female bus driver heard them, but she said nothing. My insides were cramped and in slight pain. I could feel the large, solid mass slowly working is way through me, constantly pushing more gas out in the process.
For the first hour or so of work, my insides loudly gurgled, constantly. There were only three people in the building today: me, my manager(the same one in the previous story), and his 30-something niece Melanie who worked as a secretary, cleaner, computer admin, and general maintenance person for the building. She was pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes, albeit slightly overweight. She did not generally perform janitorial work though and it was up to everyone who worked here to collectively clean up after themselves. Once or twice a week, I was given trash duty to empty all the trashcans into a giant trashbag and load it into the dumpster.
I'd been letting out farts all morning to ease the continuously building pressure. My manager heard some of them and laughed. During one conversation, we talked about the previous days' feasts. When I told my manager all of the food I ate, he commented that I was primed to take a "big, fat poop". He comment embarrassed me, because he wasn't wrong.
Hours passed. All of a sudden, I felt an intense need to use the toilet. My manager and I were in the middle of a work-related discussion so I tried to wait until a good stopping point to excuse myself to the Mens' room, when a loud but abrupt fart forced its way out of me, interrupting our talk.
*BOR-R-R-R-R-T*
That was as good as a stopping point as any, and I excused myself to the restroom, telling my manager,
"If you don't mind, I need to go to the second office."
My manager laughed, gestured toward his desk full of magazines, and said,
"Don't forget the reading material. Take all the time you need."
I opened his drawer and randomly grabbed a magazine.
I waddled my way to the Mens' room and into the stall, barely making it, tip of the turd aggressively poking at my underwear, and dropped my pants to my shoes. I proceeded to give the initial push that would let everything work its way out of my GI tract's exit point. But nothing would budge. This was certainly awkward, but I had the room to myself and therefore complete privacy to relax and take a leisurely, glorious, pleasurable, post-Thanksgiving dump. And get paid double-time for it, with the full endorsement and approval of my boss.
After a minute or two, things started to finally move. A massive, solid log started sliding out of me...
The mass coming out of my rear was absolutely monstrous. It took effort to keep from hurting myself as it was so wide. It would involuntarily slide, get stuck, then I'd have to gently push and strain, and then it would involuntarily slide inches more again accompanied by muffled gas. Each time more of h turd log slid out, it hurt really bad. I felt like my anus was going to rip apart and bleed. Eventually, I had to strain, grunt, and sigh with each push as it stopped sliding. It was a battle with a monster. This poop was hard, jagged, pushed my buttcheeks apart, felt warm and solid, and caused my chocolate starfish great pain as it slid a few millimeters out, push by painful push. I could feel the tip of the turd touch the porcelain and it almost felt like it wanted to lift me off the toilet as I pushed it out. I was maybe 4 minutes into the ordeal.
I kept grunting and sighing with each push. This turd hurt. I kept pushing, grunting, straining, and eventually...
*BLOOSH*
The rest of it violently slid out with a loud splash, this time feeling smooth. It felt great, probably one of the most pleasurable sensations I ever felt. For such a large, painful, hard, impacted poop, it was over and done with much more quickly than expected. I don't think I was in here longer than 5 minutes thus far, but it felt like an hour. I truly felt an empty colon leaving a pleasurable vacuum sensation, and was ready to wipe. The cleanup job was surprisingly easy. It took 2 or 3 passes, but usually my post-feast-day dumps require long and involved cleanup sessions, often taking longer than the pooping by itself. This was a lucky day for me in his regard, because it all came out clean, and I could get back to work feeling refreshed. At least until the next one came, as my GI tract was still very full of still-digesting food.
I pulled my pants back up, buckled my belt, and looked into the toilet bowl. Resting there was a poop brick, a foot long, and as wide as a large grapefruit. I couldn't believe something this large came out of me.
I flushed, confident that this old, 1940s-era, wall-mounted fixture with a giant water tank near the ceiling would gulp it all down.
It didn't. The large volume of water bobbed this heavy mass up and down and it didn't go down the drain.
I flushed again. Small pieces of it broke off and went down, but it was less than 5% of it. The bulk of it, a hard, knobby mass the size of a brick, didn't go down.
I flushed again, anticipating more of it would break off as the toilet water shook it around, and some did as I watched a few nuggets break off and get sucked down.
As the flush got near its end, my poop brick got stuck in the drain, and the water started to rapidly rise.
I grabbed the magazine, headed back the office, put it into my bosses' drawer, and told him of the issue. While I was comfortable pooping at work by this point, I was a bit embarrassed now. Reluctantly, I asked,
"Do you have a plunger? I need to unclog the toilet."
He chuckled,
"Boy, you're in trouble now. We'll have to ask Mel. She's got the key to the supply closet."
As I walked over to her office, he accompanied me, probably sensing my embarrassment. He got ahead of me and walked first into her office.
"Mel, could you unlock the closet? We're going to need the plunger."
She smiled and asked,
"You clog the toilet again?"
He then mentioned,
"It wasn't me this time."
She now had an awkward look of bewilderment on her face. I was the only other person who could be the culprit, and was outed by default with my manager claiming he didn't do it. I was such a small, thin, handsome young man, and they both knew I just pushed out of myself a massive, disgusting lunker of a turd that belied my size or appearance. I was even more embarrassed now. Possibly sensing this, she looked at me and said,
"It happens sometimes. No need to fret about it honey."
I followed her to the closet, where she directed me to the plunger. Pointing to the sink and hose in the closet, she then mentioned,
"Don't forget to rinse it when you're done with it."
I went to the Mens' room and my manager was already there. He remarked,
"If you get water on the floor, we'll also have to mop it."
I was embarrassed standing there, plunger in hand, as both of us could see what came out of my ass now clogging up the toilet. It was simply too big to flush, There may as well have been a large catfish stuck in the toilet, because the water had nowhere to go and that turd somehow made a tight seal on the drain. Fortunately, the water didn't yet overflow the toilet bowl, but it had risen to the very top. I slowly but firmly pushed the turd with the rubber suction cup's edges to break it up as he watched, very careful to avoid displacing enough water to dirty the floor, It split into chunks at the top, while the drain retained a large, impacted poop. Then I pumped the plunger twice, ever so gently to avoid making a splash as all the broken up light-brown chunks of excrement bobbed up and down in the water, my boss watching the spectacle. Without even flushing, the water suddenly broke the rest of it up into small balls and forced it all down, quickly and violently. The toilet roared like a bear. I flushed again with the suction cup of the plunger in the toilet water to rinse it.
The room now stunk like a slaughterhouse. I grabbed the air freshener off the toilet paper dispenser and sprayed the toilet bowl, as became habit after flushing the only Mens' room sit-down toilet here in this building after each use. At least as long as air freshener was stocked on the toilet paper dispenser. Satisfied it was addressed without making a mess, my manager left the Mens' room.
I took the plunger back to the supply closet, dripping a trail of toilet water on the floor, and as I walked passed Mel's office, she looked at me smiled from her desk. I rinsed it with the hose as asked, and put it back in the corner. Then I walked back to the Mens' room and thoroughly washed my hands before returning to work.
This was my first time ever clogging a toilet at a workplace. It was very embarrassing, even if this was far from the first time I clogged a toilet away from home or at a public place(Even by age 18, my poops had already clogged toilets at multiple schools, friends' houses, relatives' houses, malls, movie theaters, libraries, a courthouse, a city park, gas stations, highway rest stops, among other places). This may well have been the 30th time, it happened so often, and this manager was probably close to the 50th person to see what came out of my butt and stopped the toilet up. But as an introverted, shy person, I still never got used to it by that point. There were many more such clogging incidents to follow over the years at other jobs and places, or in other more public settings, some not as bad, some much worse. But I had to see those same two coworkers every day for the next several months that I still had that job, and they would always place my face to the events that unfolded that day. They both would forever know I, a skinny, frail, physically underdeveloped young adult that still looked like a fast growing early adolescent boy, took a gigantic toilet-clogging shit at work, and my boss actually got to see my output firsthand.
He was certainly impressed and reminded me of it at least 3 separate times that I can remember, to my slight discomfort and his great amusement. He also told Mel how big it was during lunch a week later. She didn't believe him, and I refused to confirm or deny it. As this discussion carried on, all of my 10+ coworkers including 2 cute college-aged women in the room were now quiet, listening intently to the conversation as we were all eating. They all knew of my plight that day.
Mel then told me not to feel bad. In front of everyone, she admitted that she clogged a toilet in the Womens' room three times over the 7 years she's been here and had to plunge it herself too. She recounted how on one occasion, she had to plunge the toilet in front of the same two young college-aged female coworkers who were in the room then eagerly awaiting the stall, since the only other toilet in the Ladies' room was missing its stall at the time. This Womens' room toilet had since been removed because the room was too small to keep a second commode while updating it up to modern code. If updated, the Mens' and Womens' rooms really only had room for one toilet each, but the existing units were otherwise grandfathered in because of the age of the building. They couldn't legally repair that stall without fully updating the room into compliance. This also explained why the Mens' room was so close and intimate, where one could be sitting in the stall laying cable while a coworker washed their hands less than 3 feet away, with a generous gap in the stall visible through the mirror partially exposing whoever was siting on the crapper, leaving enough visual cues to easily identify them, and if one was intent on it, actually watch them do their business.
But that was the only sit-down toilet available for me whenever I needed it. So I really had no choice, and just got into the habit of using it on average twice each workday for a poop, typically once in the morning and again within an hour or so after lunch. It DID have a stall with a door at least. Each meal was always pushing more waste out, and I ate a lot which constantly kept my insides primed. I ended up using this stall in the presence of every one of my male coworkers at least once, some of them 10+ times, and they definitely knew it was me in there each time. After all, I was able to readily identify my fellow male coworkers when they used it as well, just by knowing what clothing they were wearing that day, and sometimes able to clearly see the side of their face through the mirror as they sat with a few inches of their right buttcheek hugging the toilet seat showing in the mirror, thanks to that obnoxiously sized and placed gap in the stall. It didn't matter whether they pulled their pants all the way down or kept their pants and underwear as far up as they could get away with, I could see part of their butt and they could just as easily see mine. We were used to it.
Pooping. It's simply an unavoidable fact of life. In spite of the non-ideal situation, I enjoyed pooping at work here, cause I got paid for it, and the boss encouraged me not to rush and to take my time and enjoy each session. This prepared me for a lifetime of pooping at work nearly every day, without shame, guilt, and for the most part, embarrassment(exceptional circumstances arose quite a number of times, of course, whether it was being intruded upon by a cleaning lady, another clogging event, coworkers trying to converse with me while I was seated, ect.). From then on, I'd almost always walk to the Mens' room, magazine in hand, without any care who saw me walk passed them or any sense of embarrassment that they knew what I was doing in there, no matter where I worked.
Because taking a relaxing, pleasurable, leisurely a dump at work, and getting paid good money for it, is bliss. There are few pleasures greater in life, in my opinion.
Becky
Prozac poops, first poop at work ever
Emma Two, that's hilarious.
I've been on Prozac for almost 2 months now. It's working pretty well for my depression. Only bad thing is that I get a LOT of headaches and get nauseated sometimes.
I sometimes get diarrhea, but it's very mild, and I'm not sure if it's the drug anyway, because I get it sometimes (I used to think I have IBS, A but I'm not entirely sure. I can eat very spicy food and it doesn't always mess me up. I seem to get diarrhea when I'm stressed. Which is stupid). Otherwise, I am pooping more (and I already pooped a lot lol).
I even pooped at work once! First time I've ever done that. I had to go at like 11am, and was off at 4 or 5, something like that. In the past, I'd have just held it. This rarely came up as an issue because I'm very regular. Well, I felt nauseated and knew going would help me feel better. Weirdly, I wasn't desperate or anything, it's more that my stonach didn't feel right. So I went, it wasn't much, just a small log, but the nausea IMMEDIATELY went away. I courtesy flushed and sprayed some air freshener (imo, too much of it. I'm allergic. I was just trying to be considerate).
I was a little embarrassed and had trouble looking at people for the next half hour. Idk why, I know for a fact that several definitely poop at work! But honestly, I was kind of proud of myself.
This morning, I pooped a solid, big log after my first cup of coffee. I felt like there was more in there, but I don't like to push. So I had another cup of coffee, and pooped out several soft logs. Sheesh! I don't hate this though tbh.
Anna from Austria
Period Poops Question for women:
I want to answer the question about Peroid poops.
Mine are different. I always do diarrhea-like poops. Sometimes real diarrhea that is like water and occasionally mushy poop.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Catherine and a story
The only things that really embarrass me is other people, people who complain at the smell or laugh at your farts, having another woman putting on makeup at the sink opposite your toilet and thinking they're timing you, listening for your poo to fall.
I could feel my poo pushing it's way out about an hour after lunchtime one day this week at work, I went to the ladies, picked up my glamour mag that I keep on the large tampax table at the end of the room, went in the nearest loo unclicked my belt, pulled my trousers and thong to my feet sat down with the seat up, I always find it more comfortable and left the door open. I rest my mag on my thighs and started flicking through it, I then farted quite loudly.
The car park is just outside the large open window and I could hear people smoking and chatting at the smoking shelter, which is a few yards away and it puts me off when it's noisy but my poo was stuck once again and I knew I needed to go, I crossed my arms and pushed them into my abdomen to get things moving, it didn't help.
After about 10 minutes of pushing and panting and plopping, I heard the bathroom door squeak open, it needs oil or something, it's very loud when it opens, so someone came in so I pushed my stall door closed with my leg. I heard someone go into the first toilet, slam the door shut, have a quick pee then she went to the sinks, she knocks on my door "leah are you in there" it was carly, a colleague, with a poo hanging out I strained "uuuuh, yeah car" pete is looking for you" "ok" I said, "I'll go find him in a minute" "haha you f*ING stink" she said as she walked out. I didn't feel very empty but a had a big log snaking into the bowl with a big sigh.
John H
comment for Catherine
@Catherine. Hope you are well. I just wanted to say thanks for listing some of your top older stories. I did read them all and gave a detailed reply but it hasn't made it through to publication.
It took me a while to write and I can't remember most of what I said so I can't resubmit unfortunately. Perhaps I can try again at a later date if I can find the time.
Take care all.
John H.
MJD
To Leah
Leah-
Another couple of interesting stories - when you peed in the bush did you try and push at all first time to poop? It must have been embarrassing to get caught out - were you grunting or straining at the time?
Do you get constipated a lot then? I notice you mentioned that you have a puzzle book by the toilet? Do you wait to be by yourself to try and go? What's the longest time you've been sat on the toilet?
Keep the stories coming!
Embarrassed Pooper
to Denise
Denise, you've referred to your big solid poo accidents. Will you share those stories soon? I'm very curious!
Annie
A bit constipated
Hi all. Nothing special over here since I'm a little constipated (have been off and on since I was a baby. I eat a healthy diet, drink lots of water, do exercises in my room, go to a once a week exercise program that I'm picked up and dropped off for, etc). I also can't go to the doctor by myself because the brain surgery and stroke in 2013 caused memory loss. So I will increase my water intake, continue to eat healthy, do exercises and that should help. Just finished lunch and coffee (I'm allowed one a day because of my brain surgery, seizures and high blood pressure). So we'll see how that goes. If that doesn't help I will talk to my caregiver about taking me to the doctor. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy. Please let me know if you like my stories. It seems like no one here comments about or cares about my stories.
Happy pooping and peeing hopefully
Annie
Embarrassed Pooper
Jenny (SIS) survey
Let me know what you call them, and where you are from!!
I am from Barrie, Ontario.
1) Bathrooms outside of the home
I call them bathrooms. Sometimes, I say 'washroom' as well, but only in polite company. I don't know why I feel like 'bathroom' is less polite than 'washroom', but I do.
2) Walls around a toilet in public where you may or may not see feet separating multiple toilets
The whole surrounding, counting the wall behind you and the door in front of you, I call a stall. The walls aside from the door, I call partitions.
3) Wiping material
I call it toilet paper. I think it's weird when people call it bathroom tissue or toilet tissue or whatever. Toilet paper.
4) Underwear you pull down
I say 'underpants' as a catch-all.
5) poop stains in underwear
I don't really talk about it out-loud, but I guess I'd call them skidmarks, or poo stains.
6) When you fart and a little poop comes out
Again, I don't really talk about this, but I'm familiar with the term 'shart'. I also might just call it an accident, or a poo accident.
7) Urinals
Urinals.
Princess Opal
I've been busy, but I'm back!!!
Catherine: I'm mostly just embarrassed if someone else is in the room and can hear the sounds and see the weird look on my face. I don't really mind if close (female) relatives see me pee, as long as my, er, pubes aren't visible to them, but there have only been 2 people I didn't mind if they saw me pooping. One is my sister and the other is my cousin. I guess it's because they're so kind and accepting of me in general, that I don't mind if they catch me in such an uncomfortable situation.
Lindsey J: I'm sorry your mom had such double standards for boys and girls. I have a cousin whose parents seriously favor her younger brothers because they're boys. I wouldn't be surprised at all if they made up rules like that. I do know she peed outside when we were in the mountains, but she never had to poop while we were there so I have no idea. Probably not gonna embarrass her by asking her, but I hope her situation improves, whether or not her parents micromanage her bowels. And when I have kids, I'll definitely treat them as fairly as I can. If my sons have to poop outside, my daughters can do it too.
Chakamami: Just wanted to let you know that y'all are some of my favorite posters! I especially wanted Kazumi to know that I'm sorry her mom was so weird over pooping. Thankfully I've known all my life that girls poop just as much as boys do. I'm pretty sure everyone knows that girls eat, and that food has to go somewhere. I eat a lot, so you can imagine that I poop a lot. I'm chubby, and I wonder if people make rude assumptions about me because of it. I have a really round, ???? belly, but just because I've always been kind of chubby doesn't mean that I'm a glutton, or that all I ever eat is junk food. I'd say my bowels are pretty regular (but maybe a little slow), but if I ate only junk food I'm sure I'd be constipated.
Do you ever think about the fact that many people have fond memories of meals they ate a long time ago, long after those meals were flushed down the toilet as poop? I mean, I remember special meals from birthdays and Christmas and Thanksgiving that were so good, I've remembered them forever. Yet, a day or two after they were in my mouth, I finished digesting them and they came out the opposite end. Which usually felt good. Although I also remember ???? meals that caused great pain while pooping. I guess this just goes to say that just because all the ingredients farmers grow, and all the meals people have lovingly cooked for me, turn into a big mess in the toilet, doesn't mean it's purposeless. We have to eat to survive, and the end result of our meals is just a healthy, natural part of our lives. I remember earlier this year my dad baked fresh biscuits, my mom pared fresh strawberries, and my sister made whipped cream. Those 3 things all went together for strawberry shortcake. It was so good, I was practically drowning in happiness. My stomach felt a bit stuffed, but not uncomfortable. The next morning, I sat on the toilet and did a big, moist turd that was easy to pass and felt really good. I felt all cleaned out and I noticed my poop had bits of red in it. I knew it was the strawberries! 8-year-old me would've felt bittersweet about something so sweet and ???? turning into a big mess of poop, but 19-year-old me is happy about things like that. My body is happy to be working properly!
Catherine
Responses
Denise: It is always so good to hear from you! In a recent post you commented that you wondered if a smaller, more discreet accident, would be less embarrassing. I wonder if the reason we've had accidents with huge poops is because a more medium-sized one would not cause an accident. I think of it like peeing. I can work for an hour or so knowing I have to pee if it doesn't feel like my bladder is too full. I find the feeling annoying. But when I've had a ton of water or some coffee and it feels like my bladder is going to explode, I make sure that I stop what I'm doing to go. I guess our bottoms can get so full that we cannot suppress the urge to release the load...I don't know. So, would it even be possible to have a "smaller" accident?
Also, I can imagine that it was traumatizing to have a reputation among your family for having accidents. You had no idea you had ADHD as a child and I can imagine that it would be difficult for you to cope with being the one to have accidents. I hope that sharing these things on this forum helps you to find peace with that part of your life and to know that you are an amazing person!
Mary-Ann: Great story! I hope that you are well! Welcome to the forum!
MD Dan: It's always good to hear from you. I am so sorry to hear that Kate had an embarrassing accident but it sounded as if you handled it like a gentleman. Good for you! I hope Kate knows that you are a keeper!
Period Poops: It is rare that I have urgent, explosive, or super soft poops during my period. I think the discipline of a high-fiber diet full of protein, good carbs, and plenty of natural fiber has disciplined my digestive system. Maybe once per year I'll have a period that leads to 3-4 mushy poops in a day rather than my two usual loggie BMs.
Shauna B: Here you go!
(1): have you ever got your poop something unintentionally (like itching your butt with something) - I am not sure I understand the question
(2): have you ever had your bottom wiped outside of being a baby / toddler - Alan has a couple of times!
(3): have you ever picked up on someone around might have a badly wiped bottom - Sometimes I have to tell my son to go back and clean up some more.
(4): best instance of using your poop to get back at someone - Never have done this!
(5): longest time you've been stuck on the toilet / worse poop - I've had attacks of diarrhea that have kept me on the toilet for an hour at a time.
(6): similar to (2) have you ever gotten in trouble for not wiping well No.
Anna from Austria: Great story! Are you used to Mexican Food? I love it but I usually have to use the bathroom after eating it!
Annie: It is always good to hear from you!
Jenny SIS: I hope you are well! I miss hearing from you!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Princess Toadstool Peach
A Big Fat Oozy Poo Thick enough for the whole Toilet to Fill
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am going to the royal bathroom for an afternoon BM break before my nap today. I feel my bladder tingling so I also need a wee too.
I head into the bathroom, I walk over to the toilet after closing the door, lift up the toilet lid, lift up my dress, pull my panties down to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and sit down on the toilet adjusting myself and squatting as I feel a tight squeeze in my bottom releasing some hot gas as my bowels grow more and more stronger feeling a little crackle as I read the royal headlines in the newspaper "TOOOT PARRRPP PFFFTT!!!" Woo I have a feeling this won't end well. But whatever I better empty my dump waste fast! "PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK PLOOP PLOP SPLASH!!!" Ahhhhhhhhh much better. "TSSSSSSssshh dripdrip drop!!" Woo! I don't remember drinking all that. Time to wipe! I grab some toilet paper and wipe my bottom front and back and my vagina between my legs. Then I stand up, pull my panties up, lift my dress down and look inside the toilet. Holly Cow I never seen my stool that large before or that thick before. I better not flush this or it might clog. I close the toilet lid and then I wash my hands. Bye bye now!
Regular Mike
Bowel movement embarrassment
Yes, I have tended to find the smell of my poop embarrassing. As a boy I was particularly concerned to avoid a girl being nearby when I pooped. I didn't want the embarrassment of them smelling my poop. However, since as an adult I have discovered that most people can be mature about poop, knowing that everybody poops, I have found it easier to poop when others are nearby. In fact, I have found it freeing to poop with women nearby. I have even saved my bowel movement for when I knew I would be around a woman. For example, once I was tutoring a female friend over the course of a semester. Instead of doing my usual bowel movement at home one morning, I went to her house to tutor her planning to poop there. During our usual halftime break, she excused herself to do something in the other room for about five minutes. She might have been getting a snack. I took the moment to go to the half bathroom in her hall and go poop. I was in there about ten minutes, so she probably had to wait about five minutes. I found it exciting that she probably figured that I was going poop. When we reconvened, we picked up where we were without anything being said about me pooping, as was expected between mature adults. However, after another hour or so, my friend excused herself to use the restroom. She laughed and said something about her fast metabolism, letting on that she would be going for a bowel movement. I found that significant because she had never been that open with me before. I figured that she was open with me because I had felt free enough to go poop at her house. I enjoyed the experience of us both feeling free to let loose, so to speak, with the other one nearby.
I also like the idea of working with a new female student or classmate who I find very attractive and might even have hopes of asking out, and not wanting to poop near her. This would be a case in which I would want her to associate me with good, fresh, clean smells. I like the idea of becoming very desperate to poop in such a situation. I would finally have to ask to use the restroom and relieve myself. She would definitely know what I had done. Perhaps she might make a slight smirk upon my return. Or, maybe, she would make a light joke to let me know she knew what I had done. Then again, maybe she would not do or say anything. In any case, I think it would be a freeing experience, and a chance perhaps to grow closer to a beautiful and interesting woman.
Annie
A poop that sunk
Good morning. Got up this morning around 8:15, put my feet into my flip flops, grabbed my Walmart bag off the floor, grabbed my water jar, got up, went to the door, took my flip flops off, opened the door, went out of my room, put the flip flops on out there, closed the door, went to the washroom, pulled my pants and underwear down, went pee, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, turned off the light and walked upstairs to the kitchen area. I said good morning to my caregiver, she said hi, I sat down. Her son was at the table surprisingly. He was eating breakfast and slurping (ugh) coffee. My caregiver served me breakfast not long afterwards. It was an egg and onions on toast, some kind of dried meat, green leafy vegetables and potatoes. She said that I could make a cup of coffee (she lets me make one a day because of my blood pressure and because of my seizures though I haven't had one in about a year and a half). Before I started breakfast I made coffee. Everything was delicious. I was very thankful. After breakfast I took my 9 AM medications, grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar and went downstairs (my caregiver went to her room and her son went to work I think). Not long ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, stood up, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, went outside my room, put on the flip flops out there, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, went in, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and a loud long pee came out into the toilet. It felt good to let go of it. Next I pushed out a big-feeling soft poop (one piece). The bathroom stunk. It felt good to let go of it though. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper, grabbed it, took some off the roll, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up, turned around and looked in the toilet. There was a poop in the toilet that went mostly into the hole. Overall kind of disappointing. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Washed my hands, turned off the tap, grabbed the Walmart bag and left the washroom turning off the light. Went to my room, took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on the light, opened the door, went in, put on the flip flops in here, closed the door, dried my hands, came to the bed, put my water jar on the table and that's it. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and is having a good day. Just finished lunch here (a somewhat big lunch since I'm on a lot of medications and suffer from constipation. Have since I was a baby. I'm on prescription laxatives and stool softeners every day). More so I would like to see/hear comments on my stories. It takes a long time to write these stories. If you like my stories please say so. Thank you. Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your week (not long until Christmas and then New Year's)
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie
Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
embarrassing
Dear Catherine,
We always enjoy to read your writing!!
All of us four, we find only two things of your list embarrassing. No.8 and no.9, clogging toilet and having accidents. And also skid mark.
Doing motions in a friend's house is no problem at all for us. Perhaps you remember when Mina did long motion in non-flush toilet of her friend's house in extreme south of Japan, many many very noisy splat splat splat splat for more than ten minutes under Mina, but friend Momoyo only said, "Mina you did a very lots, it's healthy very much!" and she said nothing which make Mina embarrass. Mina felt very warm in her heart, and no embarrass.
Love to everyone.
Chakamami
Tricky
Re: LC, Replies
For me, my coworkers knowing me in such a way was basically unavoidable. I eat a lot, and poop about 3 times a day. So rather than hold it in all day as I used to do at school back when I went to a school with doorless stalls(which was extremely uncomfortable and sometimes painful), as long as I had a stall with a door on it and some basic semblance of privacy, even if minimal to the point of bordering on illusory, I'd just go ahead and go. I'd already had many much more embarrassing pooping experiences.
Some examples:
-The same month I got that job, I was taking a poop at someone's house and got walked in on by a young lady looking for her car keys, who exposed me to roughly 5 other people when she opened the door(see page 2887, "Re: Zip").
-I had also been seen using doorless stalls on rare occasions at previous schools I attended(Page 3112, "An Honest Mistake and a Lesson Learned", page 2944, "A Middle School Poop Stroy").
-I'd also been intruded upon at a gas station while using a toilet there(Page 2954 "First time getting walked in on at a public bathroom").
-I'd used a military barracks toilet when I was 16 while the drill sergeant made a running commentary and a student from another school sat near me(Page 2955, "Semper Fi").
So if my coworkers could or did get a glimpse of me through the gap in that stall, they weren't the first or only people to see me defecating. There were easily at the time 30+ people before them split among 10+ occasions. And since I'd used stalls to poop around other people hundreds or possibly thousands of times by that point, they weren't the first people to be in a restroom with me to know what I was doing in there or to hear my embarrassing noises. In spite of all of that, I wasn't without embarrassment when pooping around those coworkers and sill preferred privacy, and I certainly didn't like talking to people while in a stall. But I was definitely used to it and just went whenever I needed to go anyway.
I tried to post a follow-up to that story of that job but it was rejected. I may have gotten too graphic about certain things involving the reading material. I will edit it to see if it goes through. Long story short, I ended up clogging that toilet.
Tig
Noisy
Hi - Its Tig
I have been having one of Rya natural laxatives every couple of days and they work okay, I certainly poop more, without too much straining.
The only problem is I now seem to produce more and more gas, which can be embarrassing.
I go to the office typically on Monday, so before I do I make sure I sit or squat down on my toilet at home to try and relieve any gas and poop.
You should hear the rude noises I make and the smell, wow, glad I'm at home.
My poor toilet cops it so much now, I just keep it clean.
So last Monday I go to the office and up to about 11.00am, just holding onto my gas, but eventually I really needed to fart.
I was going to go outside, but it was raining, so I went into the ladies.
Good, nobody was in there, so I went to the end stall and sat down.
I have found I can hold a wad of toilet paper up against my butt which will muffle any noise.
But nobody was in there so I didn't worry.
I have also found you can just gently let them out and they are quieter
So I just sat there, gently easing them out, piff, poof, puff, good relief, just quietly doing this in the work toilet.
They did smell though, which was a worry.
Then someone came in and sat in the stall nearest the door.
I leaned down and looked under the partitions and saw it was a woman from the office.
She was a nice woman, I liked her.
She tinkled for a while and then sat.
I was wishing she'd get up, because I felt like I had more gas coming.
We both just kept sitting and I started day dreaming while looking at my phone
Oh dear, suddenly I produced rather a deep booming fart that echoed in the bowl and in the bathroom.
I did cut it off towards the end, but too late. I was so embarrassed and it smelled so bad, I could tell it was wet as well and I felt like I had do more.
I then heard a snicker from the woman and she started to tinkle again.
Amazingly she then also did a large booming fart and started to plop.
She did several plops and farting in between each one and then continued to sit.
Meanwhile I was holding on and holding on to whatever was putting pressure on my butt.
I decided couldn't hold on anymore, so I relaxed and sat, made sure my legs were closed, maybe keep the noise and smell in.
Started off with a hissing fart, that quickly became a booming fart and several fast plops and finally splattered the bowl with a noisy wet fart.
In spite of feeling really relieved I was so embarrassed.
I was just going to say seated as I did not want the woman to know it had been me and I still felt like I had more gas
The woman sat for a bit longer, she still did several small hissing farts, barely audible, but toilet bowls and bathroom's always seem to amplify noises.
She then got up, washed her hands and left. Thank goodness.
I continued to sit for a while longer and I was glad I was still on the toilet as I splattered into the bowl several more times.
These natural bowel movers work quite well, you don't need to push, you just sit and let it happen and it does happen.
The problem is you get much gas with wet farts, make sure you are on the toilet if you think you need to fart, probably more than a fart.
I suppose you call them Juicy Farts.
I then cleaned up and left a smell in the stall, lucky only one person came in, while I was in there.
Afterwards I felt so good, my bowels felt really empty all my gas had gone
I also spoke to Ann, I told her I can maybe help with her constipation problem and gave her some of the natural bowel movers recipes I had.
She said she would try them out and get back to me.
Will keep you updated
Love from Tig
April
School Dilemma
Has anyone ever had to be in a situation where like me they hated and basically refused to poop at school unless they had to, but by holding it in all day it would lead to a gas buildu and the embarrassing situation of farting in class would become a factor. In my case I would suffer in pain in almost every case but I feel like pooping at school is less embarrassing overall than even sneakily farting in class. I'm curious on what most people picked was it the first option of pooping at school, the second of farting in class or the bathroom or the hallway even, or the third to do neither but deal with the pain all day. It was a constant dilemma for me.
Responses to Shauna B's survey
1. If you're asking about on my hands, the answer is yes. It is hard to wipe with these dumb 4x4 inch squares of toilet paper that they have in every bathroom at my school. With the exception of the one in the principals offices, that is. Whether I'm standing or sitting, wiping is tricky but I'm trying to do better.
2. As a toddler I remember my mom getting mad a couple of times at home when I hurried out of the bathroom because I was doing something I wanted to finish. I had forgotten to flush. So she had me drop my tights and she did 3 wipes. Each had evidence that I wasn't using (she had a dumb term for it I can't remember) to take time to clean myself thoroughly. She got more upset when she pulled the toilet paper for the 3rd wipe.
3. Don't remember.
4. Yes, this involved my older sister. She pooped in the pocket of his baseball glove which he left on the bench at the park. She just went into the portable toilet there and did the act. With no one around, she put the glove back on the bench. I guess he came back later for it. He had kind of broken their relationship off.
5. About 15 minutes, perhaps 20. I had just started my crap when the civil defense alarm went off at school. I knew it wasn't the real thing because we had 4 or 5 of those drills a year. I did my crap, kept my privacy door shut and I put my feet up against it in case the bathroom was checked. It wasn't.
6. Mom got on my case a couple of times when I was home when she did the wash. Sorry. I did my best!
April
Going Over Catherine's list
As someone who has an intense fear of pooping anywhere from home alone in my own bathroom because of my trauma. I tend to hold it and go every few days which causes my poops to be bigger, louder, messier, and stinkier than average which tends to make me want to hold it more and it is a vicious cycle. I'll go 10-1 and elaborate on my thoughts on each.
10. Diarrhea- While this is a beautiful word, it can absolutely be embarrassing and painful, especially in public or at someone's house. I guess the one side to it is that it can sound like you're just taking a pee, but sadly the smell (which can be worse than normal poop and the loud farts that usually accompany it usually betrays the simple pee theory. Also the cleanup can be tough.
9. Having accidents, so I've never had an accident but I can only imagine how embarrassing it can be to wet or soil yourself espeically in public or at a place like school where kids never forget things like that, the humiliation of peeing and pooping in your pants instead of a toilet is almost unimaginable.
8. Clogging a toilet I have sadly done too many times, and I have some embarrassing stories to share at some point, the roller coaster heart in your throat feeling when a toilet doesnt flush at someone's house and you dont know where a plunger is, it's bad enough for someone to hear and smell you poop but to see the aftermath is truly horrific I even get embarrassed in public when it happens, because they are supposed to have super flush toilets.
7. Having to go in public or at a friend's house is the hardest part for me, peeing is still not great but I can manage but pooping in public work or school especially where people know you is brutal, same for someone's house, for an insanely shy pooper like myself I envy those who can sit and poop anywhere and I hope by some miracle that can be me one day. But droping a load when others are around is truly terrible.
6. Having to go urgently is rough simply because you have three choices try to hold it suffer through pain and risk making it to a pirvate bathroom, not make it and have an accident or have to sit and use the nearest toilet which while slightly less embarrassing can be hard. Urgent bathroom trips also often come with more noise and odor and a chance of toilet clogging since at least my body is pissed that I held it for so long it's getting revenge by making it as public as possible during the release.
5. Cleaning up can absolutely be humiliating I tend to have messy poops and having someone hear how much toilet paper I use is really hard especially if its like at school like one ply, the fear of getting it on my person is rough or if god forbid i don't have or run out of toilet paper and have to pull up my pants with a dirty butt or ask someone to burrow some, which is a dead giveaway that I had a messy poop.
4. I hate pooping so while I envy those who enjoy it, I can't relate to it, other than the relief of letting out a few days of poop can feel good.
3. The size of poop can be embarrassing I hate having a massive poop in a toilet when someone looks at it, because let's be honest a small poop is always going to flush unless the toilet is broken or someone forgets but has look at how big a poop I had makes me want to cry.
2. The sounds are the second most embarrassing part of pooping for me, I never ever have quiet poops I wish I did so much. The plops and splashes of poop are odviously humiliating, but farts, espeically the wet ones from diarrhea along with occassional grunts, groans, moans, and sighs that involuntarily come from me can be really embarrassing along with the sound of the toilet paper holder being rolled or the toilet struggling to flsuh add to the embarrassment of pooping.
1. The number one most embarrassing reason I hate pooping is the smell, it's no suprise that all poop stinks, but mine are especially bad, having a really stinky poop around someone in public or at their house is awful, it makes me feel so gross and makes me wish that my poops were silent and didn't stink too much. Smelly poops are humilaiitng and at times inconsiderate of others but it is a bathroom.
So there is my list I hope to have the courage to share my half a dozen humiliating poop experiences that made me the person I am when it comes to pooping, this was really hard for me to share and I appreciate all of those who read it!
Embarrassing Pooper
To Catherine
What I find most embarrassing about pooping is just the vulnerable position one finds oneself in. Lower half exposed, pants binding feet at the ankles, stuck on the seat (can't get up if something is coming out). I'd rather be seen naked than seen on the toilet with my pants down.
Signature
Public loo etiquette
Hi folks, lurked for a while and decided to try posting. For some background I'm male, 30, live in the UK, and I've always been quite a shy pooper. I feel like not a lot of guys are when it comes to this stuff, butvi've had a few embarrassing experiences that made me self conscious about it. I will go in public if I have to, but only because when I gotta go I gotta go.
This post is about a really awkward moment I had a couple of years ago. I was out and about and I felt the urge. I knew I couldn't make it home so I thought of Mt options, and the local library seemed the best bet. Inside it was a urinal and one toilet with its own lockable door. I had just got in there and pulled my pants down, hovering over the seat when I heard the door to the toilets open. I froze, wondering if he was about to try the door, but I heard him unzip and start peeing. I sat down, waiting for him to finish. Soon his stream stopped and I listened out, but the tap had been running for a good few minutes at this point. I glanced upwards at the ceiling.
Through the reflection in the lighting panel, I could see over the wall of the toilet that he was fixing his hair. I squirmed in place, as I really didn't want to let it out while he was in here. After a few minutes though, a hissing fart leaked out of me. I nervously looked up again and could see he had stopped and I saw him looking upwards too, so that we made awkward eye contact; me sat on the toilet, farting. He made a bit of a disgusted face but he put away his comb, washed his hands, and quickly left, at which point I could finally poo.
I don't know why you would spend so much extra time in a public toilet tbh, though I'm guessing he didn't know I was in there, even though the door was locked. Needless to say, I was really embarrassed, lol
Em
Denise, I've had similar accidents
Enjoyed your stories, Denise, and they're similar to ones that I've had growing up, and still sometimes do. I used to hold it for so long but was afraid of going in front of people, which led to lots of pee and poop accidents. I remember hanging out with some friends at a friend's house and really needing the bathroom. We were watching a movie and I was waiting for the movie to end so that I could go to the bathroom. I remember standing up and going to get a drink of water so that I could cross my legs, as my poop was almost coming out in my pants. Thinking back about it now, why didn't I just go to the bathroom?? But as I stood there pouring myself a drink of water, I bent my knees and could feel a big poop pushing out into my pants. I felt the bulge with my hand and it felt huge, but it was just the beginning of a much larger poop. I came back to the living room where the movie was playing and just hovered there. I then said something like "I'll be right back, keep watching though" and waddled to the toilet. I remember looking at the back of my leggings in the mirror and there was quite a bulge there. I dumped out the poop which was thankfully quite firm, in the toilet, and cleaned my panties out as best as I could. I remember feeling terrified that my friends would smell me. I was 14 or 15 at the time.
Anyway, I've had lots of those types of accidents since. I'm almost 30 now and just last week had an accident in the car on the way home from work.
I enjoy reading everyone's stories.
Flight Attendant
Hello, I have been a flight attendant for 2 years now for a Seattle based airline. I found this forum in a search accouple months ago. Oddly enough, I have become a fan of a poster named Jenny who signs off as "Skidmarked in Seattle."
I am a very clean and educated woman. I actually have a master's degree in teaching, but decided I would be happier for a while taking a breakfro teaching and traveling. I do like to wear cute and comfortable underwear, often cotton thongs and regular panties. I have never had an accident in my pants that I could remember, nor even a wet fart. Honestly, I had never seen a skid marked pair of women's underwear, my own or someone else's until when I started flying. For some reason, whether it is the long hours, the bad toilet paper in planes or the cramped bathrooms where it is difficult to wipe (I am 5'10") I have been getting skid marks since 2022. I was kind of living in shame, but no figured no one would ever find out until I shared a hotel with my gay male flight attendant friend "Jack" . I neglected to pick up a white pair of skid marked Calvin Klein bikini panties next to my and blushed as I saw him see the dirty pair on the floor. My friend reassured me that he had shared his share of hotel rooms with flight attendants over the last 5 years and it happens to everyone he states due to the aforementioned reasons. He says nobody feels clean after a flight, especially if you have been on a plane for more than 8 hours. Jack said he was amazed on how many female flight attendants still wear light colored underwear despite how difficult it is to get clean after pooping on an airplane. Jack himself wore exclusively black boxer shorts under his uniform and said the only place he has seen more skid marks is the everyone's white briefs on a high school football team. I have two younger brothers so I have seen many boy's skidmarked "tightie whities" but never saw a pair of skidmarked panties in the locker rooms being on the tennis and cheerleading team in high school. I am no longer as grossed out or embarrassed by my own skidmarks, but I never look at another flight attendent without thinking their underwear is as dirty as mine. However I am starting to leave the light colored panties at home while I travel and sticking to the black thongs.
Anyone else have this problem while they travel?
To Catherine
Catherine I saw your post about being embarrassed about pooping don't be embarrassed about poopin we all do it! Me & my mom are open about going potty & poopin she texted me the other day & said she clogged the toilet! lol she said her turd was HUGE!! When was your last poop & where did u drop your load? In public or at home? I'd love to hear from u! My name is Austin by the way!!
Thunder
Shauna B Survey
I refer to the above survey....Question 1 I sometimes have poo escaping my butt hole when constipated or if I have urgency...it happens from time to time.
Question 2 I have had my bottom wiped many times by my various therapist.
The first occasion was many years ago I was given an enema and sitting on the pot pushing out hard rocks and she wanted me to finish up so as I could get a further enema. I went to wipe and she jumped in and wiped for me.
Question 3 I have never picked up on someone with a badly wiped bottom
Question 4 I have never used poop to get back at someone....hopefully I have always been sufficiently respectful in that area. Question 5 maybe half an hour or 40 minutes is my longest time on the toilet...it happened when the laxatives kicked in after prolonged constipation....very hard work but so rewarding.
When I have had enema treatment ( a fair while ago) I can be o the toilet before I start the enema and have three enemas on on the pot after each one...all within the space of a bit over one hour.
Question 6 Due to my neurological condition I often have trouble wiping but have a bidet at home and now have a hand held bidet to use when at work or in the community....I wear incontinence undies that make up for my lack of wiping skills. I am on a plan whereby I am entitled to have someone with me when I leave the house and that someone would attend to my toilet needs...I have not used that part of the plan yet.
Thunder
Mike
To leah
I thought you might have got over your constipation now but sadly you are still struggling maybe you need to try keep more hydrated like you said as that usually helps keep things moving it must be so frustrating sitting there and just plopping out small pieces when you're probably hoping to drop some big logs out and get the relief you need I like your thinking tho with the word search while you sit there as it can be boring on the toilet especially if your not making any progress speak soon
Saturday, December 14, 2024
STEPHEN.P
KEEPIN REGULAR
Phone woke me this morning ,had a wee went to kitchen made tea and drank then had to have a NUMBER TOO went upstairs and used the THETFORD 245 POTTIE . Three months now taking LAXIDO every morning is keeping me regular
Catherine
Bowel Movement Embarrassment
I recently found an article on Bustle about pooping. It was funny and I enjoyed reading it! However, it claimed that the smell of our poops is what we find embarrassing about pooping.
I find all these things embarrassing:
1. The smell
2. The sounds
3. The size
4. That while it smells bad, can look gross, and can be huge, that I thoroughly enjoy doing it!
5. Cleaning up
6. Having to go urgently
7. Having to go in public or at a friend's house
8. Clogging a toilet
9. Having accidents
10. Diarrhea
I really appreciate this forum because we can talk about this subject as if it is a normal part of our lives like eating a meal, driving a car, picking out clothes, taking care of kids, being in love. It really helps that I can sympathize with others and that others sympathize with me.
What embarrasses you? What doesn't? I would love to hear from you!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Emma two
Cold caller windup
I was taking a phone call yesterday and it was one those annoying accident claim companies. I decided to play around with the guy I was talking to. He asked me if I'd ever had an accident that was worthy of a claim. I told him I had and I'd like to make a claim for it. He's asked me what happened and I had a hard time not laughing as I told him I had an accident in my knickers. I told him I had diarrhoea and I couldn't hold it and I wouldn't like to claim for some new underwear and compensation for the embarrassment of it. The phone went quiet for a while as he thought about what to say next. He then said he wasn't sure I could claim for something like that and I hung up knowing that would be the last time I heard from him.!
Period Poops
Question for women:
Do you experience period poops that are different from regular poops?
They seem to be worse than regular poops, even though they're a common occurrence during the time of the month.
Annie
Had a big poop though not everything yet
Got up this morning, went to the washroom, brushed my teeth, put my toothbrush and toothpaste in my room and went upstairs for breakfast. Had noodles with ground beef, carrots, noodles and green beans on top of rice. The light was off but my caregiver was up (she sometimes likes sitting in the dark). While I was eating she pointed to the apple on the table and said to have that for lunch. It took a while to eat the noodles but afterwards I took my 9 AM medications, grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar, thanked her and went downstairs. Finally a few minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed the Walmart bag, stood up, walked to the door, took my flip flops off, opened the door, left my room, put the flip flops on out there, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom (it was getting harder to hold). Turned on the light, went in, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a big solid poop. There was a lot. Whew the relief. Finally the last of it came out and laid in the toilet. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some off the roll then put the toilet paper roll back into the Walmart bag. I put the Walmart bag on the floor then started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. The toilet paper was very messy. Put the toilet paper into the toilet (between my legs), stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up, put the toilet paper into the Walmart bag and turned to look in the toilet. Wow there was a long thick solid poop in the toilet. It took up quite a bit of the toilet. Wow. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, turned off the tap, picked up the Walmart bag, went to the door, opened it, turned off the light and walked to my room across the hall. Turned on the light (remember it's outside my room), took my flip flops off, opened the door, went in, put the flip flops on in here, dried my hands on the towels in here and have been writing this for a while. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie
Annie
To Jessica W & story
To Jessica W-Can you please not use Happy pooping at the end of your posts? Thank you. I came up with that in my early or mid 20s.
As for me right now, I just finished dinner which was full of vegetables, some beef on top of rice. I also had coffee, a good breakfast and lunch so hopefully I will have a second good poop today later. My body can use it. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy, happy and is having a good weekend so far.
Happy pooping and peeing
Annie
MD Dan
RE: Jessica W & Kate Pooped Her Pants!
Hey everyone! I'm glad to read all the great posts here!
Jessica W: Congrats on your upcoming anniversary and birthday! That sounds like an interesting place to poop, too!
The strangest place I ever pooped was in the back of my SUV when I was 20 years old. I was hunting at the time, early in January, and right after daybreak I had an uncontrollable urge to poop. Not wanting to poop in the open (because it'll keep the deer away and it was about 13 degrees F outside), I walked back to my SUV and climbed into the back (the rear seats had been folded down). I was parked on private property in the middle of the woods so I wasn't worried about anyone coming by. I grabbed a bag I had to pack out trash, awkwardly got my pants down and squatted, kind of on my knees in the back of SUV and took a dump into the bag. It was very uncomfortable but I felt much better!
Now for the most recent experience with Kate! A couple days after Thanksgiving, she was at my place and we decided to go for a walk early in the morning. She was wearing some black leggings and a fleece sweatshirt. We walked about a mile or so and turned around to head back. She had been farting quite a lot during the walk (as had I) and I joked to her, "Let's get back before you crap yourself!" I chuckled a little but she just looked at me with a weird expression and said, "Yes! Please! My stomach actually really hurts right now." I said, "Wait, are you serious? Are you about to shit your pants?" Her face turned bright red as we kept walking and she just said, "Um...yeah...it's not good! I'm sorry!" She couldn't even look at me anymore. Trying to comfort her, I said, "Look, just try not to think about it. If it happens, it happens, I don't care. Just do whatever you think you need to do and don't worry about me at all."
After I said that, we were only about 10 minutes from my house, but she stopped and looked at me again, her face was still red from embarrassment, but she managed to say quietly, "Really? You wouldn't care? Like not even a little bit?" I said, "No! I mean, it'd be kind of funny, I'm not gonna lie, but I wouldn't think any less of you." She got a little bit more red (which I didn't think was possible) and managed to give a small smile, and said, "Aw, that's actually really sweet. I mean, I'm going to try to make it either way but it's nice to know I have options. haha"
The sun was just starting to come up and no one was out. Maybe one or two cars had passed us the whole time, but no one was out walking around. We got about 7 minutes from my house and Kate's pace slowed significantly. I asked if she was okay. She said, "Yeah, but I'm getting really bad cramps. Holy crap, I need to shit so BAD!" She grabbed my hand and quickly pulled me off the roadway and into a little driveway area for a church. It had a short wall near the mailbox so if you were on the roadway you could only see us from the about the neck up. Immediately I knew she was going to do it. She stopped behind the wall and said, "I'm sorry, I can't hold it anymore!" She was shaking and squeezing her butt together, then, still holding my hand but kind of facing mostly away from me, she kind of leaned forward and grimaced. I heard a short crackle and then kind of a *pluuurp* and saw a massive bulge erupt in her pants, followed by some blubbery farting at the end. She was gripping my hand so tight it was starting to hurt. We both just kind of sat there a minute, I think she was taking time to process what just happened. I noticed her breathing again and she slowly turned to look at me. I was worried she'd be crying but she just had kind of a smirk and just said, "Oh...ok...that really just happened, didn't it?" Smirking back, I said, "Yeah, it did. Are you ok?" She said, "Um...well...honestly, yes. I'm ok. Embarrassed as hell, but I'm okay. Oh my God, can you tell?" She then turned to look back at her butt, saw the enormous grapefruit-sized bulge, and said, "Oh, oh my God, yes, you can tell. That's great..." She started laughing and said, "Can we maybe start walking back again?" We started back and we were able to pick up the pace quite a bit, making it back in only a few minutes.
I let her go clean herself up and take a shower. She thanked me for being so nice and understanding and not judging her at all. She said she actually ended up pooping a lot more (twice as much as she did in her leggings) in the toilet before getting in the shower. All the food she had for Thanksgiving finally made its way out. She admitted she had pooped herself as an adult before, but only a couple times and one of the times she had food poisoning so it was pretty much unavoidable. The other time was something similar to this and she was just caught too far away from a bathroom at the wrong time. Needles to say, this did bring us a little closer. All in all, she had a good attitude about the whole event and is able to laugh about it, at least with me.
Anyway, that's all for now! Have a great day, everyone!
Home/Site map
