Robert
pooping in the field
Comment to Mina. Some years back I stayed with a Chinese farmer family for some months. Toilet was behind the barn where we pooped and peed in a trench in the ground. From time to time the wife took the content from the trench and mixed it with soil and used it as fertilizer out in the field. If we had to go to toilet when working in the field (some of their land was quite a distance from their home) we just went a bit away from the others pulled down and squatted and pooped on the ground. When finishing the duty one just took a stick and stirred around to mix the turds with soil. Nobody seemed to bother even though everyone was aware of what was going on! Quite a difference to me coming from a culture where such things are done behind locked doors. When coming back home I told my parents about it. My mother, who grew up on a farm, then told that as a child she was used to go to toilet in the field when working away from the farm houses. Not only the children did so, even the adults.Siford
Last day of school bathroom needs?
Last month on the last day of classes me and my friend Miles were at our usual table in study hall with absolutely nothing to do. Our proctor, as usual, was reading the sports page, and there was a steady stream of students, especially girls, signing out and taking the bathroom pass which is a foot long piece of wood with a laminated list of "rules" attached to it. So for like 90 minutes me and Miles, who I've known since grade school, were trying to determine whether each girl leaving was going to a) pee or b) crap or c) both.
So while Miles and I were talking, our friend since kindergarten Sassy, who is one of the smartest in our grade and who sometimes takes a college course late in the afternoon, came up behind us, listened to some of our conversation and then jumped in with a 4th option. She said she knows of two girls who were caught by a vice principal seated and pleasuring themselves.
Most intriguing, however, was Sassy's characteristics to look for in those crapping: immediately flushing the toilet when entering the stall, selecting a bathroom/toilet further away from others, firmly sitting and immediately locking the stall door, excusing herself from a table immediately after eating, saying all of a sudden she has to go the bathroom (especially with disgust in her voice).
Is Sassy right-on with all of these otherwise, which are the most valid?
Thanks, Siford.My older sister who is 24 is developmentally disabled and needs help doing a lot of things. When we go to the doctors they want a pee sample from her so me and my mom have to help her with that.
One time, we were in the doctors office and they requested a pee sample. We got into the bathroom (me, her and my mom). We were actually about to go swimming afterward, so she was wearing her bathing suit under her clothes so it was easy to slip off her shorts and t shirt and then take off her one piece bathing suit. She sat straddling the toilet as usual when we have to take urine samples, but she said she didn't have to pee. But we hoped she'd have to pee by the time we washed her between the legs and got the cup ready.
It's pretty much a team effort getting the sample. Me and my mom take turns, but one of us holds her privates open (we have to part her labia so we can thoroughly clean her to prevent contamination) and the other cleans her privates and holds the cup (but her privates must stay open the whole time because if her labia aren't parted it would be contaminated). Not a fun job, and my sister definitely hates having to do this and is embarrassed and doesn't like being wiped and having to be seen peeing but she does it because she knows it's necessary.
We both knelt down in front of the toilet and I was the one this time to clean her and hold the cup under her. So my mom parted her labia, I wiped her thoroughly with the wet wipe they gave us, and held the cup under her and waited for her to pee.
We sat there for a few minutes just waiting. I knew she was trying but it just wouldn't come. She got frustrated and leaned back.
Me and my mom made shhhhhhh sounds to make it sound like water was running and it took a while but eventually I looked and she was peeing! We praised her as she peed and after she was done we wiped her and my mom let go of her and I took the cup and put the lid on it and put it in the steel door thing they have at the doctors for pee samples. Then a deafening fart echoed around the room and we all laughed. She unexpectedly dropped a few turds. My mom wiped her bottom and we got her dressed again.
Another bathroom moment we had with her was at home. Me, my aunt, my sister and my mom were at home and my sis was in the bathroom. When she uses the bathroom she always keeps the door open so she doesn't feel like she's alone. I walked past her and waved and went downstairs to get some water for myself. All of a sudden I hear her crying. Me, my mom and my aunt all rushed into the bathroom to see what was wrong.
"What's wrong sweetie?" My mom asked.
"My stinky won't come out" she said. She calls poop her stinky by the way.
My mom rubbed her back and my aunt said soothing words. I sat on the bathtub edge which was right across from the toilet.
"Puuuusssshhhhhhhhhhh!" we all said. We said that a bunch of different times. "That a girl, that's it, just like that. You're doing great! Just keep pushing. You're almost there! Come on, you can do this!" And I held her hand.
But it looked like the poop wouldn't budge (I was sitting across from her so I was basically eye level with her bottom parts, and she had her legs open, so I could see clearly what she was doing and her progress.
We all kept checking to see how far along she was. She pushed for several minutes until we decided to let her try other positions by getting off the toilet and onto the floor.
We put a towel on the floor and helped her off the toilet and she got on all fours and kept her legs apart. We sat behind her to help and the poop was about an inch out at that point. I held her butt cheeks open and she pushed hard and my aunt and mom were cheering her on. Unfortunately we had to manually remove it but after that she kept dropping turds and she was doing such a good job! My mom wiped her when she was done and we got rid of the towel and dumped her poops into the toilet. We have a lot of stories about her, lol!
Taylor
Reply to Imogen
Something similar happened to me a couple of years ago! I had been sick and was on all sorts of medicine which meant I wasn't exactly myself. I needed to pee badly so I climbed out of bed, stumbled to the bathroom and just sat down. I had a huge wee through my knickers and only realised when I went to wipe!
Enna
Cutting it too Close
So I have had a few accidents and close calls in my adult life, and a good portion of them come from this game I sometimes play with myself. When I'm alone, I sometimes like to push my body to its limit to see how long I can hold it. Sometimes that gets me in a little bit of trouble!
This weekend, I was on a 12-hour solo road trip. I went out for breakfast with a friend early in the morning and had a heavy meal of biscuits and gravy. So good! Anyway, the first half hour into my trip I could feel it starting to churn in my stomach. I didn't want to pull over already, so I decided to play a game with myself. I wanted to see how long I could hold my poop. Then I began to wonder if I could even try to hold it for the remainder of the drive. I figured if worse came to worst and I had an accident, at least I was by myself.
About 90 minutes into the drive, I still felt the need to poop but I was also really feeling the 2 glasses of ice water I'd had with breakfast. I figured if I stopped to pee I could still hold in my poop. But I wanted to make myself just a little more desperate before stopping to pee. So, I waited about another hour. At this point I was in the middle of nowhere with no rest areas in sight. I passed a sign for a gas station, but it didn't look like one that I'd feel comfortable stopping at alone, so I reluctantly drove past the exit for that. I had to shift my weight and stuff my hand into my crotch, which temporarily took off some of the pressure, but after about 30 seconds I'd have to switch positions again. About ten minutes later, I was shaking my non-driving leg, and wondering if maybe I'd played this one out a little too far. I was in trouble here. Things down there almost felt numb I had to go so bad. I kept squeezing and typed service stations into the gps on my phone. I saw that there was one 4 miles ahead, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as luck would have it, traffic slowed down for construction.
At this point I eyed the almost empty water bottle sitting next to me and thought about just going in that, but I didn't know if it would overflow or how hard it would be to facilitate that while driving, so I discounted that option (I do, however, have a different story about that from later this same day if anyone wants to hear it).
Traffic plugged along slowly but surely and after spending about 20 minutes going 2 miles, it cleared. That was when I realized my gps was telling me to take the exit for another highway, so I ended up turning off and missing the gas station ahead. I swore to myself. I checked my phone again and the next truck stop was 9 miles ahead, so about 9 minutes away.
I kept repeating out loud to myself 9 minutes 9 minutes 9 minutes. I really didn't think I could make it. My bladder was twinging, and the dam was threatening to break loose. I seriously thought I was about to just burst and pee would be everywhere. I felt a dribble escape into my underwear. I clamped shut. When I felt like it was safe again, I lifted my butt to change positions, and a spurt jetted out soaking the crotch of my panties and dribbling down toward my butt. I sat down hard.I was wearing black workout pants, and when I reached down I could feel a slight wetness in my crotch. I had about 7 more minutes. A little more pee escaped during that time, but finally I pulled off at the exit for the truck stop. I had to wait on a red light, bouncing and shifting the whole time. Finally, I was able to turn left. I hit a small bump where the pavement was uneven, and sprung another leak. This time I felt the warmth spread between my thighs and wet the seat a little. When I pulled into the parking lot, there were no spaces right up close to the gas station, so when I parked I hesitated for a moment because I was afraid I would get out and start full on peeing myself in front of everyone. I had to try to make it though. I opened the car door, pressed my knees together and swung my legs out. When I stood up, I peed a little more in my pants. This time I felt it run down the inside of my leg. I took a second to inspect my pants. My butt and crotch were soaked, as well as the inside of my thighs. You could kind of see a sheen where I was wet, but since my pants were black it wasn't super obvious that I had wet myself. Still I had to walk across the parking lot and into the gas station and the whole way I felt like everyone knew I had had an accident. I didn't get any weird looks, though. I hustled into the women's restroom at the back of the store.
When I got in, there was one stall open and I rushed into it, slamming the door behind me. I crossed my legs while I hung my purse and keys on the door and set my phone down. That was when my body finally gave in. I started peeing full force into my pants, even with my legs crossed. I uncrossed them, turned around, ripped my pants down while peeing them, and hovered over the toilet to finish. I still peed for a good minute. Somehow all of my pee made it into my pants or the toilet - there was no puddle on the floor.
When I finished I tried to soak as much of the obvious wetness out of my pants as I could with toilet paper. Then I pulled my cold, soaked pants up, tried not to make eye contact with a mother and her daughter while washing my hands, and left.
I got to my car, filled up my gas tank, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I was soaked and smelled of pee, I was alone again. I went to plug my phone in for the gps, but almost died right there when I realized I had left my phone in the bathroom and I now had to go BACK in with soaking wet pants to retrieve it.
Luckily, the lady who used the stall after me returned my phone to the counter so I was able to get it back but I'm not sure if people noticed my accident or not. I couldn't believe after all that I had to go back in!
I didn't poop through all of this, but On my next stop at a rest area, I chickened out of holding it and just went in the bathroom. Maybe next time I'll go for poop holding, but I think I decided wetting my pants in public was enough for one day!
Thursday, July 25, 2019