Nina
Eating foods that give me diarrhea & constipation.
Hey my name is Nina. First time posting so I'll say some stuff about myself. I'm a 22 year old girl, I have shoulder length brown hair, I'm Caucasian and I'm skinny. I eat a lot but my metabolism keeps me from getting fat. I eat so much I always take big often messy shits. I tried to make first post exciting so I purposely caused a bowel situation. So I love spicy Mexican food but it doesn't love me. It gives me the runs and gas. I also noticed if I eat tons of cheese I get constipated. So I decided to eat tons and tons of Mexican food and cheese then going to a crowded public bathroom to take my nightmarish dump. After eating I started planning where I would go the next day to shit. I decided to go to the mall. The mall here is very popular and has lots of bathrooms but the bathrooms are small and have only 5 stalls each. So the next day I went to the mall with an upset stomach. I decided to wait until I got the urge to go. After an hour I got the urge to take a massive dump. I went to the nearest bathroom and all but the middle stall were taken and I didn't here any peeing, perfect. I quickly entered the middle stall yanked my panties and jeans down and started shitting. First a big loud fart that finished with diarrhea. I then started spluttering out thick greasy diarrhea, very noisily might I add. Then hard pebbles started passing too. They moved out of my ass with great velocity because of the diarrhea pushing them. My anus hurt but I also was feeling insane relief. The small hard shits made the diarrhea sound choppy. I then farted a really loud wet sloppy fart. A log started coming out so I pushed. I could feel a thick slick shit squeeze out. It was instantly followed by an explosion of pure liquid and toothpaste like shit. Then I pushed out two small logs farted again and was finished. It absolutely reeked in their and I know I probably grossed everyone else out. I looked and the entire bottom of the toilet was covered in diarrhea like how many people on here say, it looked like mud. There were noticeable grease puddles too. There were many little pebble shits. A log about 7" long and 3" sat in the middle covered in the nastiest diarrhea I've ever done. And the two smaller logs about 3" long and 2" wide were off to the side. I wiped A LOT then left without flushing.It felt absolutely amazing taking that dump but I was sore afterwards.
blondiemaja
Reply...and my last couple of poops
First a reply to Mr Clogs, I have a container i found that is a perfect shape to catch both pee and poop when I squat, I usually try to pee on the toilet before I poop, but sometimes depending on how hard I have to push I will pee again and sometimes I will pee after I poop, right onto the poop. We have a bug backyard with an upper secluded area, I am going to give going up there a go today when the urge strikes, it will be nice to just drop a load and walk away.
I haven't posted for a couple of days, but my last couple of poops have been good, they have both been taken from the squatting position (I feel like it's what empties me the best). Thursday I got the urge to poop while at work but held it knowing I would be going home soon (i work in childcare and we have no locks on the doors because of the kids) so I continued on with my afternoon and when it was time to leave headed home. I got an urge to pee really bad so sat on the toilet and my bum started opening and closing, I knew it was ready so I squatted down and the poop pretty much slid out on it's own with little effort.
Yesterday's poop brewed for a bit, I started feeling the urge mid day and held it until almost 4 when the urge got so bad that it felt like I had a baseball between my lady parts and my bum. I got myself ready and stared to squat and it just forcefully all came out, not diarrhea either a nice big satisfying poop!Joshua
any advice
Hi. I found this site by mistake. I am posting because I really need some advice. I am 15 years old and I sometimes pee and poop my underwear by accident. Its really embarrassing. I am afraid to tell my parents about it. I usually just hide the dirty underwear somewhere, so they won't find them. But they are starting to get suspicious. Last week my mom said 'Your underwear just disappear into thin air." How can I tell her that I threw them away because I pooped and peed in them? I also have accidents at school too, so I started packing extra underwear in my backpack so I can change into them if I poop in the other ones. Then I throw the nasty ones away at school. I feel bad keeping this big secret from my parents, but don't know how to tell them. Can anyone give some advice or solutions.Victoria
Overheard from a neighboring stall
A funny incident happened when I was at the local bookstore earlier today. I went in to just sort of browse, see what was available. A poetry anthology called out to me from the shelves and I started reading. It wasn't long until I had decided that this was a book worthy of tea and a scone, so I took it to the coffee shop area in the front and got my tea and cranberry scone. The tea had just the right amount of milk and it helped me warm up from the blasts of Arctic air periodically emanating from the air conditioner.
The scone and tea must have knocked something into motion because I soon found myself in need of a visit to the ladies' room. Pooping in bookstores seems to be something of a tradition for me; I'm greeted with the urge to deposit a number two almost every time I'm in one. Has anyone else, male or female, noticed this? It could just be my partcular butt and gut, but the sheer number of logs I've pushed out in a bookstore bathroom causes me to think otherwise.
There was no doubt that both gut and butt needed emptying so I took off for the women's room,
which was at the other end of the store. Greeted by the familiar sounds of toilets flushing and sinks running I set about on the pivotal task of picking a stall, one that I've started to take more seriously after recently finding myself out of luck when it was time to do the paperwork. A girl had her dark jeans and cute fuchsia underwear down to her ankles in the first of four stalls-probably a fellow pooper. A pair of heels was visible below stall two and their owner was peeing up a storm. The third stall was vacant and the fourth, handicapped stall was being pooped in, judging from the smell. I sighed and entered the third stall, locking the door and stretching before going about the business of getting undressed, which I did by turning my bottle green skirt up and pulling my yellow thong down to calf level. Properly bared, I took the appointed seat, appreciating how snugly it fit my thighs and rear.
I was just starting to pee when I overheard the following ominous sentence muttered in the fourth stall: "Corn? When did I eat corn?" Needless to say, it was hard to resist from bursting out in laughter, even before a wet fart seemed to answer her rhetorical question with a resounding "Recently!" Instead, I coughed and got down to business. My first turd landed with a plop after minimal pushing and I got started on the second shortly afterward. The peeing heels to my left flushed and trotted their way to the sinks, leaving me with fuchsia undies in the first stall and the 'child of the corn' in the fourth.
A medium-strength push was enough to eject my second log. It landed with a splash that fuchsia girl, seeing no need to be shy, swiftly echoed. The cornado in the fourth stall churned two or three more times before it died off to the sound of paper being grabbed. The lady finished wiping, flushed, and left after spending a good amount of time at the sink
As if to celebrate our survival, I let a hissing fart out, as reliable a sign as any that I still had more to do. Unfortunately, this was the end of the line for the girl in the fuchsia panties that I suddenly wanted. Two more quick plops and she too was reaching for the toilet paper. While she was wiping and flushing, I was dealing with a log that had gotten stuck halfway out. Pressure on my perineum (more or less halfway between my vagina and anus) from my index finger was enough to coax the final log out. It landed with a dull thud shortly after the other girl opened the door and left the bathroom. Alone at last, I finally gave in and erupted with laughter. I wiped and stood up to examine my creation. Not too shabby-three solid logs! Carefully positioning my thong between my cheeks, I lowered my skirt and flushed. After washing my hands I was ready to get back to the poetry anthology, happy that I had had a solid dump, and still childishly amused by the yellow kernels that stalked my stallmate.
blondiemaja
Reply...and my last couple of poops
First a reply to Mr Clogs, I have a container i found that is a perfect shape to catch both pee and poop when I squat, I usually try to pee on the toilet before I poop, but sometimes depending on how hard I have to push I will pee again and sometimes I will pee after I poop, right onto the poop. We have a bug backyard with an upper secluded area, I am going to give going up there a go today when the urge strikes, it will be nice to just drop a load and walk away.
I haven't posted for a couple of days, but my last couple of poops have been good, they have both been taken from the squatting position (I feel like it's what empties me the best). Thursday I got the urge to poop while at work but held it knowing I would be going home soon (i work in childcare and we have no locks on the doors because of the kids) so I continued on with my afternoon and when it was time to leave headed home. I got an urge to pee really bad so sat on the toilet and my bum started opening and closing, I knew it was ready so I squatted down and the poop pretty much slid out on it's own with little effort.
Yesterday's poop brewed for a bit, I started feeling the urge mid day and held it until almost 4 when the urge g
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Kayla first welcome to the site and great pooping story please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Blondiemaja great story it sounds like you had a rough day and then had a great poop the day after and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Selena it sounds like you had a pretty nasty stomach bug hope it didn't last to long and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Korean Girl great stories it sounds like you had a really great poop in your first one and it sounds like you were pretty desperate in your second on but not as desperate as that other girl it sounds like was beyond desperate and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Jemma great story it sounds like you had a major cleanout that day luckily you made to a toilet each time without having an accident and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Tina great story it sounds like you had a really great poop in the trunk of your friends car.
To: Emma B great story about you and Claire pooping in that old car it sounds like you both really had to go pretty bad mainly Claire and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Yui first welcome to the site and it sounds like you had a really rough day but now you learned that if milk dosent taste right its best to not drink it and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: That Girl great story about your big poop outside.
To: Megan great pooping story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
blondiemaja
Wasting time
So I got the urge to go a bit ago and it is stuck, tried squatting, Vaseline to lube the exit and no go. So I inserted a suppository, I just went yesterday, but the tip of the poop is just sitting there almost like a tail and won't move and is super uncomfortable. I had some awful smelling gas too. Hoping the suppository softens in enough to come out, scared I might have to glove up and try to break it apart which is never a comfortable experience. I would try to just let it be and relax, but we have plans tonight and I do not want to be uncomfortable all night. Will post again once I have results, this is no fun!
Brandon T
Tales From The Bookstore
About an hour ago while I was at the bookstore I saw a girl go into the bathroom and I heard a single plop then a couple seconds of silence then a kind of rapid sucession of plops I would say about 6 then silence for a second followed by 2 slightly louder sounding plops then she peed wiped and flushed and came out without washing her hands then about 20 minutes ago I say a woman go in first she peed a kind of weak sounding stream then she let off a loud but quick burst of diarrhea followed by quieter but still wet fart so a pretty good catch to start my day who knows I may be lucky again later on today when I go back there.
PooSlino
Adventure with Jake, also introducing Sadie!
Hi, this is PooSlino! I am back, introducing Sadie, another one of my friends to these stories.
So; me, Sadie, and Jake are going on a car trip in Jake's car. We pack up all our stuff - tent, sleeping bags, phone chargers, plastic bags for our poo & empty milk bottes in case we cant get to the porta potties in time, toilet paper, flashlights, etc. We are going boating, so I load my boat onto the trailer, and hook that up to Jake's SUV. We then load in, and get going. Soon, Sadie says "I have to pee". I say "Can you hold it? This exit will be hard to get off at". "Yeah, I can hold it" she says. Then I realize she can't get to pee for a while. There is a huge traffic jam, and I say "Uh-oh. It looks like a big traffic jam. It will at least be 1:45 until you can pee". "I can't hold it anymore!!", Sadie says in about 8 minutes. "What are we going to do?" asks Jake. "Can I pee in the seat?" Sadie asks. "No. I just got this car", says Jake. "Jake, can you get to the back? I think I put our pee bottles back there", I say. "I'll try", he says. he unstraps, and climbs into the hatchback. Soon he comes out, and throws Sadie a milk bottle. She unstraps, sits on top of it, and pees. She sighed with relief as she peed. It must have been at least 45 seconds.
Later, we arrive at the lake. We set up our tent and stuff, grab the poo bags, pee bottles, snacks & drinks. Jake drives this time, and it was a really nice ride. I sat up in the front, drinking a Gatorade. I love the sea spray & wind in my face... Then I start eating some snacks. Then the boat stops. "What happened?" I ask Jake. "I have to poo urgently!" he says. I hand him a poo bag, and start up the boat again. Jake moans and groans. Sadie asks him what is wrong, and he tells her he thinks he is constipated.
When we get to our campsite, Jake lies in the tent, with his pants off, a poo bag underneath his butt. We try to comfort him, but we can't. After waiting a few hours, he begins to poo. It is really big, but his face shows relief.
But that is where I am going to end this story.
Thanks for reading!
-PooSlino
P.S. I am posting a lot of posts on the same day, but they happened on different days. :)
Tlana
Philippe & the Peephole
Philippe, who've I've babysat for before, was back in our city this past week for a court-required visitation with his father--who works during the day and, of course, the need for me.
On Monday, dad delivered Philippe to my house at 7 a.m. on his way to work. Mom and I gave Philippe breakfast and both she and I urged him to use the bathroom before we got down to the subway and with several transfers, we would have an hour and a half trip to the amusement park. He reluctantly went in, but I didn't follow Mom's advice to check up on him and to see how productive he was. So we walked to the subway station and within 15 minutes he held up his two fingers when I asked him what was wrong. I've had (and written about) problems with him when I let him to into the mens room alone and when I've gotten frustrated and taken him into the ladies room with me. And my friend Noah was grounded and not available to make this trip with us. I hated the decision I had to make, but I decided to let him go into the mens for the first time in a while. I coached him to go directly into a stall with a door (or the far end stall if there were no doors), to seat himself on the toilet immediately, to flush, and then wipe himself so completely that if I checked on him later, I wouldn't have to do any extra wiping. Then he was to flush the TP and then wash his hands. I followed the process my Mom suggested and had him repeat it for me.
I stayed outside the main entrance to what looked like a large bathroom. One that had an entrance (which I stood by the first couple of minutes) and a separate exit (down the aisle toward the trains that I moved to since I knew that was where Philippe would come out). It seemed pretty busy, which was something that worried me. Doors were banging, toilets were flushing loudly and businessmen with briefcases were running out for the trains. Suddenly, a well-dressed man with a British accent came up to me. He asked me first how old I was and was surprised when I told him I'm starting high school later this month. This man was in the stall next to Philippe and there was a peephole that had been drilled in the cubicle divider and he said the Philippe (despite being continually told not to) had gotten off the toilet and spied on this guy who said that he feels crapping and wiping to be a very "private matter." I made Philippe immediately apologize and I did too. This guy has a daughter Philippe's age and said no child that age should use a public bathroom alone. To end the discussion, I apologized again and decided not to get into a debate with him. Philippe was now starting to cry and a security guard was now slowing down and walking toward us.
So I grabbed Philippe's hand and we went to the lower level for our train stop. Later I had what I felt was a good discussion with him. Seeing the hole in the cubicle divider, his curiosity just got the best of him. I just had never thought about this type of situation happening.
For weeing, he's been criticized in the mens room because some times the urinals are too high for him and if he uses a stall, he has forgotten to list the seat so he sprays it down. When I take him with me into the womens, he gets a lot of stares because he looks a bit older than he is. Mom says at least I won't have to do with this again until Christmas when Philippe will be in town again for a visit. And he'll be 8 then. I'm just not sure anything's going to change.
christa
ive been having a hard time with a flu bug since yesterday. my mom's been having me drink alot since i tend to get dehydrated easier than most people. maybe thats a bad idea. i just woke up and ive totally soaked through my diaper. i obviously peed probably 3 times or more. i was asleep for over 12 hours and i woke up practically drowning in pee. i had to go pretty bad as i woke up and i waddled down the hall with my soggy, saturated diaper sagging heavy between my legs. my legs were cold cuz my pajamas were soaked. almost to the bathroom i had another accident in my diaper. i just couldnt hold on. i peed on the carpet cuz my diaper couldnt hold anymore. then it got worse. i pooped. i lierally started to poop without warning. really rare for me i tried again to go to the toilet but i couldnt hold on. i totally filled my diaper. it was kinda diarrhea probably cuz of my flu, pretty runny. i feel awful! this flu makes me feel so horrible and its just so awful to have diarrhea in my pants. i hid in the bathroom. im always discouraged from rocking but i couldnt help it. i felt too upset. my mom heard me crying and came to check on me. she wasnt surprised. sh said ur sick, its easy to mess in your pants when ur sick. she helped me get all cleaned up cuz i couldnt stop flapping and crying to do it all myself. i was so upset and freaking out and then without warning, i suddenly went more diarrhea in my pants. becuz my diaper was hopelessly past capacity by now, i wound up with horribly liquid poop squishing out my diaper and all up and down my legs. it was so messy and my stomach hurts. i had a bath and put on a clean diaper and dry pajamas. ive had some medicine and im going back to bed. i hate feeling so sick :(
Sunday, August 03, 2014
JOHN
No 2 changes
Hello its John B.
Megan you recall that a few posts ago you commented upon the fact that curry gave you larger and smellier poos and I replied to the fact that it didn't make any difference to me. Wrong!
I had a chicken phall last night together with mushroom pillau rice and an onion bhaji. Well about an hour ago I had a massive and smelly dump which consisted of four slimy dark ragged logs each about 8 inches long and the session ended with a long large wet fart and the sulphurous smell was something else! The loo was a total exclusion zone for about 20 minutes and that together with the skiddies in the bottom of the pan made for an interesting toileting interlude.
You can only imagine the sheer relief when I'd finished!
Well that was my latest story and hope you all enjoyed.
Take care all
John BSimon
School toilet paper
Reply to John B.
I think I have mentioned this some time ago, (back when the old posts were only referenced by two letters!)
In my primary school we had that horrible paper. Rolls though, whereas izal was cut sheets in a dispenser box iirc.
It was printed in a shade of green:
"LCC"
"Now wash your hands"
LCC standing for Lancashire County Council.
We actually came under Greater Manchester since the county was established the year I started school, but I'm sure we were still using the stuff up until I left.
They must have had a million roll stockpile lolJOHN
Reply
Hi its John B
Dominic our question has been kindly answered by Oldpoop and when you think about it, it certainly does make sense. Thanks Oldpoop!
On the subject of arse wiping I recently joined a forum on a social networking site which is all about growing up in the town I originally came from. Indeed I've renewed acquaintance with two people I knew in primary (grade) school.
That forum got me thinking about the loo paper we had to endure in the swinging sixties, brands such as Izal and Bronco come to mind! They made great home made kazoos but the purpose for which they were manufactured wasn't as they would say today "not fit for purpose". It was difficult enough for us blokes but for women at their " certain times of the month" must have been a nightmare.
Does anyone here, male or female, have any reminiscences of using said toilet paper? If so please let us know.
I look forward to your replies.
Take care all, John B
kmd
To Emma b - questions re car poo story
Hello Emma b
Thanks for sharing your recent stories - I really liked your stories about your test drive poo and your pee in the shop doorway. It was fortunate in a way that you were so desperate after the test drive that you had to ask the seller of the car if you could use his toilet because then you sussed out that the house was not his. However your story about you and your friend Claire's car poo was great. I know what you mean about thin hedges along the roadside in some areas of the country. They don't afford much privacy if you need to relieve yourself in a hurry - which I've often had to do. I'm glad you and Claire managed to get some much needed relief - your description of Claire holding her bum reminded me of your story about the young woman at the petrol station except it seems your friend Claire was beyond desperate.
It was a clever idea to poo in the crashed car; it would have afforded you more privacy especially since you were both naked from the waist down. That was a good idea too since it meant you didn't have to worry about any poo getting on or near your jeans as it emerged - especially if it was very soft or loose - as in Claire's case. The T-shirt was a lucky find - especially for your friend Claire; it sounded as though she was left with a very dirty bottom after her huge poo and needed all the fabric for herself! It was thoughtful of the former owner to leave a T-shirt under the seat for her! (haha) Joking aside, I hope the T-shirt was reasonably clean given that it was being used by your friend on quite a sensitive and private area.
I found your car poo story very intriguing. I had some questions for you regarding the experience to help me fill in the finer detail. I'd be pleased if you could answer all or at least some of them.
How far off the road was the tall fence that enclosed the wood? (Presumably it was just a few yards away and you parked the car on the verge - just wondered.)
Did you have to walk some distance before you came across the abandoned car? (It sounds as though you did which can't have been easy given how desperate you both were.)
Had the car crashed through the fence completely or had it only gone part of the way through the fence?
Also, did you take your jeans and knickers off inside the car? (At first I thought this was the case but it struck me that if the car had gone all the way through the fence then it may have been far enough off the road for you to take them off outside the car and then get in the back seat.)
Was it an older car and did it look as though it had been abandoned for some time e.g. radio removed, seats and dashboard dusty etc. - or did it look as though it had recently crashed? (Seems as though the former owner decided it wasn't worth repairing so just left it there especially if it was fairly old.)
Did you and Claire pee when relieving yourselves?
What colour was you and Claire's poo? e.g. light or dark brown, reddish-brown, yellow etc.
How soft was Claire's poo? Was it similar in consistency to soft-serve ice cream? If so, did it pile up in a big heap under her bottom? Or was it more liquid - like thick custard - and spread all over the seat?
Was her poo very smelly or not really? Did it crackle as it came out?(It sounds as though a huge amount of poo came out very quickly and was a massive relief for her.)
You mentioned your poo was much firmer. Did it emerge as one big log or two (or more)? How long and thick roughly was it? From your account it sounds as though the first bit to emerge was quite thick (and knobbly?) and stretched your anus but in a pleasurable rather than uncomfortable way.
I have a few stories of my own regarding roadside relief that I'll begin to share in my next post. Anyway, hopefully you can answer my questions (I realise I've asked quite a lot) so I can visualise your "car poo" story in more detail. Look forward to your next post and hopefully some more stories of you (and maybe your friend Claire) having outdoor poops.
PS Hope your new car's going well
kmd
Selena
So, a couple days ago I woke up at about 2:00 am feeling really sick. My stomach felt like it was about to explode. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, intending to try to take a dump. As I got to the toilet, however, I started heaving. I bent over the toilet and puked up everything I'd eaten that day. Then I couldn't hold it any longer: poop squirted out of my pajamas and splatted onto the floor. Keep in mind I was half-asleep, so I wasn't thinking well - when I was done, I went back to bed without doing anything else. An hour or so later, I woke up again to let loose a flood of diarrhea. It was bright orange, and the sight of it made me puke again, all over myself. My room smelled so awful.
Bill F
Comments
To Steve A (and Brandon T) - I get where you're coming from. My stories haven't had a lot of feedback, but that makes it mean so much more to me when I get replies all the time from Brandon T, and occasionally, someone else. A lot of people read your stories, including myself, everyone else here, not to mention the amount of people who come across this site, but never post. I agree with you, there should be more comments and replies to stories on here, and I'll do my part and try to reply more often.
To Kayla - Welcome to the site! I loved your story. Especially the part with your sneezing fit that made your poop push out. I can't say I've ever seen a sneeze cause an accident, but your story did remind me of and accident my sister had when she was 4. She had a habit of walking around the house nude, which was cut short when one day, she was playing with her toys, squatting down playing doll house or something. She sometimes had her hand pressed on her butt, so I knew she probably had to poop pretty badly. I told her "Sam, do you want to try and sit on the toilet for a few minutes?" And she said "No! I don't have to go!" Her need to go got worse and worse, until eventually she froze up and then cut two nasty farts. I said "Peew! Who cut the cheese?" She didn't say anything, and stayed frozen while a huge poop starting coming out of her. I tried to pick her up and put her on the toilet, but it was too late. Soon enough, she was squatting over a huge pile of poop, and went back to playing doll house. She also peed a lot, some of it ended up in the doll house. (That poor doll family, their living room got flooded! haha) I told my parents, and she got a time out for a full hour. They went through a great deal off trouble cleaning the poop out of the carpet. After that, she cut the naked habit for good.
To korean girl - Loved your story about the girl at Target with diarrhea. Luckily she made it, that would have been a huge mess to clean up.
To Tina - loved your stories. It reminds me of a few weird places that my friends have had to go. I've posted a few of them, but the rest will have to wait for another time.
As I said in my last post, I've been babysitting Melanie quite a lot recently. So far there's only been one incident worth posting, but no doubt there will be more soon.
Last weekend, we went to see Rio 2 at the theatre. Shortly after the movie started, I smelled something funny. I looked over at Melanie, and whispered "Was that you?" She nodded her head and giggled. There was a group of guys in front of us who obviously smelled it too. They all said "Come on, Matt! You do this every time we see a movie!" He said "I swear guys, it wasn't me!" And they said "Sure..." That made Melanie laugh even harder. Soon after she leaned to one side and let out another fart. It was quiet, but enough for me to hear it. She giggled again, and the guys in front of us argued again. About halfway through the movie, she started fidgeting. I asked her "What's up?" She whispered "I have to go bathroom." I said "Do you want me to come with you?" She thought for a while, then nodded yes. We got up and left the theatre, then I led her into the men's bathroom. No one else was in there, so she went into a stall, while I had a much needed pee in the urinal.
While I was peeing, I could hear a few quiet plops from the stall. By the time I was finished, she was still plopping away. I knocked on the door and said "Are you ok in there?" She grunted "Yes" She seemed to be finally done with another loud fart after about another minute. A few more minutes went by, and I asked her "Everything ok in there?" She said "I used all the toilet paper." I searched the stalls and found a roll. I went into her stall to give to her, and found her standing in front of the toilet, with her pants at her ankles, and a huge wad of toilet paper hanging down her leg, stuck in her buttcrack!. I'm surprised I didn't pee myself laughing, even if I just went. I asked her "How much toilet paper did you use?!" I saw the toilet bowl, which was filled with toilet paper, but I could see traced of the poop below it all. She said ".... A lot." I gave her enough toilet paper to finish up, then she pulled her pants up. The toilet had no hope of flushing, but she tried anyway. I saw a little can of air freshener on top of the basin. The smell was getting pretty bad (the kids at school would probably call her Smellanie if that was her real name) so I sprayed it around the stall. We washed our hands and went back to the movie.
I texted her brother later that day and told him what happened. I asked him if she always uses that much toilet paper. He said "Yea, we'll sort of trying to teach her to wipe herself and she usually uses way more than she needs to. The thin toilet paper in the public bathroom probably didn't help too much either" I said "Would she ever ask me to wipe for her?" He said "LOL probably, but if you do we'll pay extra. Haha" he then said "Usually what we do is we only have a small amount on the roll, she uses it more sparingly that way." I'll take his advice if we run into another situation like that.
I'll post again soon, and I'll try to reply to as many posts as possible.
See ya next time!Tlana
Raging Urophile's question--a babysitter's perspective
Raging Urophile asks a good question: why more guys don't shit when they are out on public places?
I wonder if it could go back to the way they are brought up by their parents and teachers? What about the sucky conditions of many of the toilets, especially the ones at schools that are doorless and with seats that are soaked with urine? What about parents who don't want to make a special stop on a trip, during a game, or at the mall or theater while they just think the kid is bored and wants a break? What about the awkwardness of a parent/child of the opposite sex situation and how that plays out in public restrooms? One of the boys I babysit Philippe is 7 and I let him go into the boys room alone and guys kicked him out of the urinal room saying he was too young to use them alone. OK, so as a result, I take him into the ladies room with me. He attracts stares, even though I shuffle him into the first available stall with me.
My mother never made taking me and my sisters into a public bathroom to seem like a hassle. That has given us the message that its OK to ask and OK to use public toilets. And we weren't given any of those "stay closely with me and don't touch anything" rules that I've heard some other parents use. Don't you think that's going to impact that kid later in life?
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Kayla first welcome to the site and great pooping story please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Blondiemaja great story it sounds like you had a rough day and then had a great poop the day after and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Selena it sounds like you had a pretty nasty stomach bug hope it didn't last to long and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Korean Girl great stories it sounds like you had a really great poop in your first one and it sounds like you were pretty desperate in your second on but not as desperate as that other girl it sounds like was beyond desperate and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Jemma great story it sounds like you had a major cleanout that day luckily you made to a toilet each time without having an accident and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Tina great story it sounds like you had a really great poop in the trunk of your friends car.
To: Emma B great story about you and Claire pooping in that old car it sounds like you both really had to go pretty bad mainly Claire and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Yui first welcome to the site and it sounds like you had a really rough day but now you learned that if milk dosent taste right its best to not drink it and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: That Girl great story about your big poop outside.
To: Megan great pooping story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Sara H
Soup Poop
this is my first sharing story in this forum , when I was 14 I couldn't do no 2 for more than five days ... it wasn't usual for me as I used to make it at least one a day and never got Constipation more than two days so I felt was bad with my stomach and it seemed clear on my face
after having launch I went to bathroom to wash my hands I didn't lock the door as I not intended to do other thing ,My mother followed me and enter the bathroom and locked the door then she asked me why I had not told her that I am having Constipation ???!!!!
really I am shy to talk about this things so I didn't reply ..she told me that I seemed to be very tired and asked how many days I didn't make it
I said five days so she got mad cause I hadn't told her before
she grabbed my pajama pants down followed t by my under , she took the rest of Soap piece and push it between her hands .... I was not able to know what she was going to do with it
then she ordered me to lean and open my hole by hands as much as I can
I did what she said and she started to push the soup piece inside my hold it was so painful as it was hard and I said ohhhhhh mom please it's hurting me !!!!
she slapped my but many times and said " never talk or move and open it well ... take a deep breath
I tried not to move and she pushed it inside more and more ... my treas got down from pain but I didn't open my mouth !!!
finally she fished and clenched my cheeks closed by her hands for more three minutes ... after she asked me to take my under and pajama up
she gave me a hug " sorry honey I did that to make you feel better " and went out
after about two hour I felt an urge need to use toilet and it really worked