Deb
Hiking Accident
Hello, my name is Deb.
This past weekend my husband and I took our 13 month old daughter for a hike about an hour away from where we live. We packed everything up, including a picnic lunch, food for our daughter and extra diapers, wipes and clothes in her diaper bag.
As we were driving, my husband and I were talking about pretty much everything. At one point I stopped and winced. He asked me what was wrong I told him that I was having a cramp and that my period was due to start in a day or two. The cramps were not letting up but I figured that the hike would help as exercising tends to relieve my cramps.
We got to the hiking area and there was a park near the entrance with outhouses. We decided to have some food first and then started our hike which would take us about two hours to complete.
My husband got a map of the trail wen we entered the park and it gave us an idea where we were. Luckily there was an outhouse at the halfway point of the hike. 30 minutes or so into our walk, I started cramping up really badly. We kept walking, but then a really bad cramp hit me and I could feel a rush of diarrhea want to come out. I did everything I could to not let it out into my pink lacy hipster panties. After a few more minutes I just couldn't hold on anymore. I stopped walking, clamping my butt cheeks with everything I had. My husband asked what was wrong and I told him that I needed to get to a toilet. He told me that we were really close to the outhouse. Keeping my butt cheeks clenched, we walked, however I just couldn't hold it. I started leaking diarrhea into my hipsters. Then it started coming out rather quickly, filling up my panties. I was also wearing light grey workout pants and I knew that the wetness would be showing through. We finally got to the outhouse. I grabbed the baby wipes from the diaper bag and went in to try and clean up. It was terrible. It smelled bad and I was a complete mess. I cleaned up as much as I could and as I was doing so, I noticed to my horror that my period had started. I started crying...
I came out of the outhouse and told my husband that I had an accident and that my period has also started. He looked down at my pants and saw that I was a mess. He said, "Awe honey, I'm sorry." I checked through the diaper bag for a pad, but realized that I didn't pack any, not even a change of clothes or panties. He then said,
"Why don't you use one of her extra diapers?" I protested but then he said, "Won't it help with your period and if you are sick again and have another accident?" I said, " Yeah, I guess so". So I grabbed a diaper and went back into the outhouse. I pulled down my pants and panties and put the diaper inside them. I opened it up and pulled up my panties. I could not close the tabs, so I adjusted them as best as I could. It felt really bad and awkward to be wearing it, but it did help. It made me think that I should probably try wearing protective panties of some sort.
When I came back out my history asked me if I was okay. I told him that I wasn't feeling well. We started walking back. I really was feeling sick and had to go diarrhea again and loaded the diaper. It was terrible, but probably better than going in my panties again.
We got back to our car and my husband asked me if I wanted to get cleaned up. But I said no because I just wanted to get home. He changed our daughter and then we drove home. I had more diarrhea on the way, causing the diaper to overflow and leak up my back and down my legs. My period was also rushing out of me, leaking everywhere as well. I was in quite a state once we finally got home. I had a long, hot shower which felt amazing. I cleaned out my panties and pants as much as I could and put them in the wash. My period was really heavy so I put in one of my overnight pads in a fresh pair of bikini panties. I was still having diarrhea and leaked onto my pad a few times.
That's all for now. Thank you for reading.
Deb
Miranda
Am I too tolerant?
So the other day me and my friend Danielle took our easels down to the park about six blocks from our houses and we spent several hours working on art projects. We enjoy being near the lake, the summer breeze, and occasionally other friends who stop by and visit.
She and I have a friendly competition going on how much we get from selling each of our pieces. Last month, I won and so I bought her lunch. No problem. I forget, but it might have been 3 or 4 times I excused myself and walked to the bathroom building, peed, and then came back and got back to work. On the other hand, 3 times, I think, Danielle asked me to watch her stuff while she walked all the way home just to pee. I'm thinking like, this is just like my friend Kennard, who walks blocks home after school to take his crap rather than go between classes or right after school at school.
Sure the park bathrooms have limited privacy. They're kind of dirty, but I shower every day and know from Everyday Living class that you can't catch an STD or anything else from a public toilet. Danielle sees it differently and said her parents when she was younger would leave an amusement park and take her home or back to the hotel to use the bathroom, and then drive her back rather than allowing her to use a public toilet.
Am I too tolerant?Taylor
A little clogged up
For some reason I had been feeling a little clogged up and hadn't pooped since Tuesday evening. Well this afternoon (5 days later) I finally got my much needed relief.
I had been spending some time with one of my friends, just lounging around on her sofa watching movies when my stomach began to gurgle and a feeling I had missed so much returned. I needed to poop! I had been trying to poop every time I sat down on the toilet for a wee since Tuesday and I couldn't produce anything, I didn't even feel the need to go. But now that I had the urge I wanted to make the most of the opportunity. Strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. I told Jennifer I needed to poop and she said to go right ahead, pointing me to her bathroom. I asked if she had a plunger because I was worried about it clogging and she told me she didn't, but… she did have an old fashioned outdoors toilet at the end of her garden. It was a composting toilet and pretty much just a hole so there was no chance of clogging. Well that caught my attention, I always like pooping in different places and I wasn't going to miss this chance!
She waited in the house while I walked to the end of her garden, toilet roll in hand and sure enough, there was a wooden outhouse in the corner, partially hidden by the trees. I opened the door and loved what I saw. There was just a wooden bench with a hole cut out in the middle. I've always wanted to use one of those! I closed the door behind me and bunched my skirt up around my ???? before pulling down my pink knickers to my calves and sitting over the hole. My heart was racing. I was so excited to be using one of those style toilets.
I didn't start going immediately but I didn't want to force it either so while I still felt the urge to poop, I just sat there and waited to see if it would come naturally. My stomach was still gurgling and doing flips so that was a good sign at least. I had been sitting for a couple of minutes when my body uncontrollably pushed for me and I began to birth a wide load. It was the same sort of feeling as when you have an accident, and your body just lets go. I fully relaxed and let it come out on its own, feeling extremely happy about finally pooping. It was moving fairly slowly but I didn't need to put in any effort at all, I could just sit and enjoy it. It seemed to go on forever before breaking off with a dull thud and I stayed forced open by the remainder still moving. It was quite a long piece and it too made a dull thud as it hit the bottom of the toilet. I closed up but I didn't feel finished so I sat and waited, just in case.
I started peeing, my stream hissing against the inside of the toilet and I just sat with my head in my hands while my bladder emptied. I had been drinking a lot of water so there was plenty to come out. I went for about 45 seconds and waited to see if I had anything else to come out. After about 5 minutes I still hadn't produced anything extra so I decided to call it a day and began wiping. I wiped my front and then used three pieces for my behind, dropping them all beneath me into the hole. I stood up, pulling up my knickers and had a peek in the hole but couldn't see anything because of the lack of light. I "flushed" which seemingly deposited some soil over my creation and then went back to Jennifer, feeling 10 pounds lighter.
Nothing exciting happened toilet wise for most of the day, we both peed a couple of times but that was it. But just before I sat down to start writing this I needed to poop again. I was sat next to Jennifer on her sofa so I excused myself and went upstairs to her bathroom. Like usual I bunched up my skirt out of the way and pulled my knickers down to my calves as I sat. After only a couple of seconds I felt my poop crowning. I loved being back to my normal pooping schedule! I just relaxed into it and started peeing, gently playing with my hair while I got my relief. My poop fell into the bowl and I finished peeing before wiping and redressing. Floating in the slightly yellow water was a log about six inches long and an inch wide, much like my normal self! I flushed, washed my hands and got myself comfortable on the sofa with my laptop to type this up. I hope you enjoyed it!
Constuguy
Biggalpooper and Barium Enema
I read your post some little time ago and hope you are still following Toiletstool because I have a question that I think is a bit important and would like to ask it.
You said after the barium enema you were having trouble evacuating and you expelled something large....I seem to think that it was not the solution but rather a large stool of poo. This was despite all the clean out preparation. If it was poo then maybe that was a part of your problem...it might have been stuck in your colon bunging up the works????
How have your BM`s been since then.
I have constipation due to a neurological condition and I know a fair bit about managing the problem.
Hope you reply.
Michael W.
Camp Eberhart
To Taylor T: I'm glad you loved my story. I read your recent story and loved it and when I eat pizza there's no telling what it will do to me. Twice in my childhood when I ate pizza I got sick from it, which resulted in me puking my brains out all night. Probably bcz it was too greasy. It made me constipated from eating it at school during lunch and I will post about that another time. Most of the time when I eat pizza it just makes my poops smelly, sloppy, and like soft serve ice cream right along with real stinky and loud farts.
I've been reading stories on this site from 12 years ago and I enjoyed them. These stories are from ppl who no longer post on this site. If they are reading this, here is what I would like to say to them.
To Anny: I hope that your constipation still isn't giving you trouble.
To Punk Rock Girl: Your stories are very interesting and I love them.
To Laura (the Teacher): Your stories ROCK!!! It's good to be proud of what did in the ladie's bathrooms when you had to go.
I have two stories to share.
This first story is gonna be a short one. This happened back in 1993, like a week or two after Halloween. I was 5 years old and in Kindergarten. I looked like 'Dennis the Menace' at that age. Anyways, my Kindergarten class was split into two different classes. The Morning Class and the Afternoon class. I was in the Afternoon class. So in the morning I went to the YMCA Daycare Center and in the afternoon I went to school. While I was at the Y, I was in the gym with the other kids. I don't remember what game we were playing but anyways this African American girl stood there not participating in our activity. I looked and she just stood there and I saw diarrhea coming down her legs and onto the gym floor creating a puddle of brown sludge. One of the Supervisors escorted her out of the gym to send her home. She must have had a stomach bug. Five minutes later the Supervisor comes back to the gym with a mop and bucket to clean up the brown sludge.
And now my feature presentation…
This happened back in May of 2000. I was in 6th Grade. Me and family spent our weekend in Indianapolis. On Monday, Me and my classmates went to Camp Eberhart which is somewhere in Michigan. The whole time I was there I have not pooped at all. I didn't poop in school unless it was an emergency. Another reason why I didn't poop in school was bcz it was embarrassing. On Wednesday, our third day at Camp, I turned 12 years old and my classmates wished me a Happy Birthday. Mr. Weber (My 2nd Grade Teacher) had told me and the boys that somebody had diarrhea all over the toilet seat in the boys bathroom where the Mess Hall is. IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT ME. If it was me, I would have cleaned up my own mess. Anyways, one of the boys said that Kirk (One of my classmates) did it. And he swears up and down that he didn't do it. Then Mr. Weber said "Since nobody is going to step forward and admit what they did that means that all of you are not getting S'mores tonight." Me and the boys were like "That's not fair!" Then Mr. Weber said "Ok I'm going to try something else." So he took me and the boys outside in the dark and told us to face the Activities Cabin and he took a flashlight and said "Whoever pooped all over the toilet seat in the boys bathroom, please raise your hand." For 5 minutes he shined the flashlight back and forth. None of us raised our hand. I certainly wasn't going to bcz I refuse to face consequences for something I didn't do. Then Mr. Weber said "Ok none of you are going to admit it but somebody is lying to me." So we went without S'Mores while the girls didn't get punished. Thursday-The next night. We had a big meal in the Mess Hall and suddenly the power went out and we had to eat in the dark. I had two hot dogs, chips, baked beans, and a hamburger. One of my classmates, Josh pigged out on baked beans. He ate a ton. We went to Activities Cabin and we HAD S'mores and we sang some songs, and then one of the Camp Counselors told us a story about a knight and princess. And the baked beans that Josh ate a while ago were making him fart really loud. He stunk up the cabin and my classmates were moving away from him. Some of the boys, including me, were laughing. I'll never forget that night. It was the most fun I had in 6th Grade. Friday-After lunch me and my class left camp and we were back in Indiana. When I came home my dad took me out to spend my birthday money. I bought a scary movie and a video game. And later that evening my mom came to pick me and my older bro Josh up to spend the weekend with her. That night I hung out with my step bro Matt in the basement. We watched "Candyman" (The scary movie I bought) and then we played "Crash Bandicoot" on the PlayStation. We were stuck in the one level where you're being chased by a boulder like in "Raiders of the Lost Ark." When I got a 'Game Over' I decided to take a break. Then I told Matt "I haven't pooped in 7 days." He was like "Are you constipated?" I was like "No, its just that I was at Camp with my classmates and I don't poop around my classmates bcz its embarrassing." He said "Me neither, why don't you try to go now." I said "Ok." I grabbed a video game magazine and the "Tomb Raider III" Strategy Guide (Anybody remember those?) Anyways, on my way upstairs Matt said "Don't let Candyman get you." It was dark all through the house. Everyone was asleep. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and sat on the toilet. I cupped my chin with my right hand and had my left hand on the strategy guide on my lap. I sat there and looked at the pictures. I pushed going "Mmmmmmmm!" I didn't want to be be loud and wake anybody up. Lots and lots of turds slid out of my butt and I farted a lot too. I guess that's what happens when you go 7 days without pooping. When I was done I was exhausted. I left the strategy guide and magazine in the bathroom just in case. I looked at the time and noticed that I was on the toilet for an hour and ten minutes. I went back downstairs to the basement and saw that Matt was asleep. I slept on the couch. When I got up the next day I had a big breakfast and then Mom told me to take a shower afterwards. So I went to the bathroom and felt I had to poop again. I sat there and looked at the magazine I left in there the night before. I was on the toilet for a good 20 minutes. When I was done I took off my clothes and started to take a shower. And that's it for now. I'll post again later until then Happy Pooping Everyone.
Anonymous MT
Session urgency and accidents
Hi! I've been doing massage for a living for a few years now and before I started the career I had never really thought about the part where I would be stuck in a room (sometimes up to 2 hours), with no bathroom break. And a tight schedule in between sessions making my personal care difficult to deal with. I have had a small bladder/urge incontinence as well as very mild ibs(mostly c almost never d) since I can remember, but generally only peed my pants like once a year, which I learned to kind of accept as life. Well it has become one of the bigger hurdles for me at work some days, to just not pee in my pants. I limit my consumption of fluids and no caffeine, as well. I've had a few accidents at work and I will tell them in order from not so bad to bad.
The least bad was actually the most recent, I was mid session and started having to do a pee pee dance just to hold it in. The urge to pee just would not subside so I decided to pause the time and tell my client I had to run to the bathroom urgently. So I resealed and left the room still dancing. As I tried to speed walk down the hall I couldn't hold it much anymore and started spurting jets of piss into my pants with every step I took. By the time I made it all the way to the bathroom my pants were wet from the crotch to my knees and a little bit of my butt was wet. I dabbed my pants as best I could and sprayed some Lysol on myself, ran to the break room and told a co worker that I trust I had peed my pants and asked if she could notice. I was wearing black pants that day and thankfully she couldn't tell! So I ran back and finished the session hoping my client wouldn't figure out I had peed my pants. And he didn't notice!
Next was about 6 months into starting my first job, I was working on my last client of the day and I was a bit scatter brained by that point, and had been dying for a piss during my whole session. I finished the appointment and go to wash my hands in the break room, and just hearing the running water increases my urgency so badly I squeezed my legs together and kinda bent over. I was supposed to go get a cup of water and wait for my client to come out of the room. I poured the cup of water and again the sound made me have to go really badly. I stood and waited for about 60 seconds but decided I couldn't hold it anymore and I didn't want to completely piss my pants right as my client came out of the room. So I set the cup of water down and made a mad dash for the bathrooms, basically running. As soon as I got my hand on the door to the bathroom I started peeing.:( I got into the bathroom and tried to get my belt and pants down fast but it was almost no use, I had to go so bad my pants were soaked from the butt to the crotch and down the legs instantly. I never went to get the client to say goodbye to them and I just gathered my things and left out the back foot for the day, making the walk of shame to my car where I had to sit on a towel driving home.
Okay so the worst accident I've had, I didn't pee my pants as much as...I had a number two accident. It was by far the worst because, I had a couples session which is a massage with two people in the same room on two tables and two massage therapists. My stomach wasn't terribly upset that day but it was making a ton of noise and was super active. It must have been something I ate the previous day or two, because I was dropping piles of shit like a horse!! The session was 90 minutes long and I started having trouble only 15 minutes into it. I felt like I had to fart but I knew if I tried I would shit my pants where I stood, not an option. I held on through the whole session and get to the last 10 minutes and I am dying inside. It feels like my body had been pumped full of shit and I started really thinking I couldn't make it the last few minutes. I think I managed the fart but it made me have to go even worse. But I made it to the end by some miracle, so I hurriedly told my client the goodbyes and to take their time getting up. I'm pretty sure I had one hand over my butt at this point. The tip of a very large poo was already poking my underwear at this point, and I made every attempt to get to the bathroom ASAP! I closed the door behind me as I left the room, when something clicked in my brain....I was no longer in direct sight of my client meaning the coast was clear, my co worker had left through the door on the other side of the room so she couldn't see me either, and my body decided in that moment, standing only just outside the door and finally by myself, that it couldn't be held back anymore... it was like most people say in slow motion, I just felt my buttcheeks get spread apart by a huge column of shit that just came out so fast, I couldn't even do anything but stand there looking like I saw a ghost. I mean it was just wayyy to bad to simply say I had an accident. This was catastrophic, I what felt like 5 pounds of poop in my pants. I could feel the heat of the huge poo on my buttcheeks and it felt like it was gonna be stuck to my because my pants didn't have room to accommodate the accident. I waddled to the bathroom, trying not to make the mess worse, I texted my trusted co worker from the bathroom that I had had an accident. She thought I had peed my pants, but I had to tell her I had pooped in my pants because I couldn't hold it and was going to have to go home for the day. My remaining appointments were rescheduled and I went directly home after cleaning up as best I could in the bathroom at work. I smelled terrible, it was the only choice at that point.:( luckily I didn't get in trouble and no one seemed to give me any trouble for it!!
So there you have it, all of the times so far that I have had accidents at work. I had a few accidents in earlier life but have always managed to stand up for myself early enough that it doesn't happen in front of a crowd. As I've gotten older I'm starting to worry more about protecting my image and have taken many steps to mitigate the symptoms I face with small bladder/urge incontinence. I don't see wearing a diaper as an option at this point in time, because my accidents are so infrequent.
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Mina[ppe]
Dear Victoria
It is amusing very much that you have special sigh noise when you want to do a motion. We all laughed because Kazuko has smile which is different to her usual smile when she goes to loo. She keeps same smile until she finish her motion, well not all the time, but she smile again and again and it is always special one. When she is not on loo, she smiles different smile.
I was ill with a bronchitis. Very hard cough. But my appetite was same with usual, and I stayed on loo long time when it was motion, even I cough and cough! But I never did motion when I was high temperature, I don't know reason. After my temperature down, I could go to loo, stay long time and do and do and do and loo was a very full.
Now I am better. In loo, no change.
Love from Mina
Hey all. Wanted to share a story from the past that was super embarrassing but also funny to look back on.
One time I was in a bathroom taking a massive dump. I was feeling ill and had diarrhea. This was a busy bathroom btw. Sadly!
So as soon as I got into a stall I yanked down my pants and undies to my ankles and sat down without even bothering to put the protective toilet seat cover down. I was that desperate. I locked the door real quick (come to find out I didn't lock it properly, spoiler alert !!) before sitting down. Immediately upon sitting down, I exploded into the poor toilet. This went on for a while and all of a sudden I see the stall door start to move. A woman opened the door on me! She was so apologetic and embarrassed that she forgot to at least try to close the door before walking away, and she exposed me to everyone in the bathroom! My vagina was fully exposed, and I don't like that part of my body being shown! My face must've turned a thousand shades red. To make matters worse, I wasn't within reaching distance so couldn't hold the door closed with my legs, so I had to get the attention of someone nearby to try to close it for me. But it swung back open every time! Minutes later, but not before a countless number of people saw me and my exposed nether region, a woman offered to hold the door closed for me. I was so grateful for that.
Something similar happened before, but it was different.. one time I was feeling very ill and went to the bathroom and it was such an emergency that I didn't even bother to close the stall door. What a sight for the people in the bathroom to see! Lol. But that time I didn't care as long as I was on a toilet!
Has anyone ever used a public bathroom with the stall door open (excluding doorless stalls) either on purpose or by accident? It's happened to me a bunch of times and I'm wondering if I'm alone or not!
To Haylee, I too have peed in a car. And I've helped someone else!!
We keep a trash can in one of the cars. Doesn't have a bag in it, just basically a bucket. One time we were stuck in traffic and guess what? My poor bladder was about to burst! I reeeeaaaalllllyyyy had to go bad. Figures huh? Worst part is the car was totally full with my family so that meant peeing in front of everyone.
But I didn't even care at that point. I stripped down to everything but my shirt, took off my seatbelt, grabbed the bucket and squatted on the floor over it and instantly released. Oh my goodness was that a good feeling! I was really relieved. I grabbed a tissue to wipe my pussy and then got redressed. Embarrassing but worth it because I don't think I would've made it otherwise.
Another instance of going to the bathroom in the car is my grandma and helping her. We were on the way home from dinner and it was my parents, me, my brother and grandma in the car. She had some issues with her bowels and for whatever reason whenever we went there something wouldn't agree with her and she had a few accidents in the car before.
Well this time she alerted us before she had an accident. I frantically grabbed a towel we kept in the backseat and told my brother to look away and with her permission I pulled down her pants and underwear right there to her ankles, undid her seatbelt, helped lift her a little and put the towel underneath her in case. I didn't want her to mess up her pants or the seat so I just put a towel under her. Wasn't long before she started going on the towel. I didn't see her pee at all, I just heard her pooping and grunting and groaning. Once we got home and parked and were helping her out of the car, my mom wiped her as best as she could and we got rid of the towel and pulled her pants up before going into the house.
This might be unrelated to the topic but I'll share it anyway. Recently I was on vacation. It was last year. We were on the bus and this boy on the bus, who was probably around 3 or 4, was crying hysterically and complaining about his stomach. So his mom laid him down on the seats and changed his diaper right there in front of everyone. Poor kid had no privacy and must've been so embarrassed. I tried to avert my eyes but I accidentally looked back in that direction and caught a glimpse of everything and instantly blushed and looked away fast. But I did see he really exploded in his diaper before. He really was in need of a clean diaper.
Taylor T
So recently I saw Michael W's post and loved it. A similar event happened this weekend. My friend Jenna (Yes the same Jenna from my post a few weeks ago) had her 15th birthday party at a Bowling Alley. It was pretty fun and we all had a good time, and she had 8 people including me so it was pretty hectic. We had pizza and I had I believe 6 slices and then when we finished, me, our friend Riley, her friend Gina, and Jenna went against 4 others, we did I think 3 games and the last game took like 25 minutes to get through and we won. Over the course of those 3 games that took almost an hour my food digested and I really had to poop. I went upstairs through the arcade and found the bathrooms all the way in the back. I went in and was very surprised. The bathroom was small with two stalls and one sink. The toilet in the first stall was covered in pee so I took the second stall and pushed my jeans and my underwear down to my ankles and sat down. I started peeing and I heard the bathroom door open and saw someone with tight black stretch pants and white Nikes walk into the first stall. They unraveled some toilet paper and started wiping the seat, they turned around and wiggled around and their stretch pants went down to their knees and they sat down. I heard them unbutton something and saw a jean jacket fall on the floor, and I realized that it was Jenna's friend Gina. She stopped peeing and then just sat there and I said to myself,"Oh great now she's pooping". I didn't know how she'd react if she knew it was me. It got very quiet and she farted pretty loudly and then I heard a splash. I farted and my poop began to make its way out of my bum slowly, I heard a big plunk noise from Gina and another loud fart, she started wiping and flushed so I waited for her to leave. Gina was at the sink and the bathroom door opened again and I heard her say "Hey Riley" "Hey Gina". Gina left and Riley walked in front of my stall and tried to get in and she said "Oh my god Taylor is that you in there" and I said "Haha yes I'm in here" and she said "Thank god I need to poop so badly". She locked the first stall and her red velvet stretch pants and yellow underwear went down to her ankles. She asked me "How long have you been in here" "About 5 minutes now" "Oh is it big" "When isn't it" and we both laughed, she farted and then I heard her go, splish splish splash splish plunk plunk plunk plunk splash plop. I said to her "Jeez that pizza didn't sit well with you" "Oh no those are all turds not diarrhea" "That's good mine is just one long turd". My long turd splashed in the toilet and I wiped and flushed. I heard another one of Riley's turds splash in her toilet. She wiped her bum and flushed the toilet and came out to the sinks. We washed our hands and then went back down to the bowling alley.
Lorenz
Sticking up for harassed boy
Early each August our church has an annual family picnic for the entire 2,000 or so members of the congregation. Its held at a state park and goes for about 8 hours on a Sunday afternoon and evening. I attended with Noah, an 11-year-old I'm mentoring and my friends Sophee, Michaela, Stephanie and Monique. The girls are seniors in college and had been legally drinking the night before so that may help explain what happened.
About 30 minutes after downing a big lunch Noah whispered to me that he had to use the bathroom. Sophee heard it and said no secrets were allowed. As Noah and I got up from the picnic table, he stumbled and while he was tying his shoe, Sophee told him not to fall in and the others laughed. Then Stephanie told him not to pay attention to Sophee who doesn't know that guys pee standing up. Michaela and Monique made additional jokes as I walked Noah through the crowd toward the bathroom building that was quite a way down a hill and on the other side of the lagoon. When we got to the door and walked through a screen of insects, I realized this was what my grandpa calls a No Class American Shit House. I glanced down the row a toilets, each separated by a wall of building blocks. Noah hurried down the line and turned into one. I couldn't help but notice chef in uniform was crapping in the first one. His apron was draped over the wall.
I stood outside with a group of smokers and as Noah walked out of the wall of bugs I quickly led the way back to our table. It was uphill, I was dripping with sweat, and all I cared about what that Noah was following me out of that mess. We got back to our bench and the girls at our table were now discussing bathrooms. Sophee said she'd never use a bathroom at the park, she'd hold it until she got home. Monique, who is 6' tall said she straddles the toilet. Michaela said she sits right down and everyone knows you can't get an infection from the seat. Then Sophee tapped Stephanie and she told Noah, who was about to sit down, to turn around. He did. She reached to his right leg and pulled off a foot-long piece of toilet paper from under his shorts. She held it up for a laugh. She asked Noah what he had to say for himself. I could see they were putting Noah on a spot, so I took him down to the lagoon and we fed the ducks and talked. Then I took him back home.Anonymous MT
Session urgency and accidents
Hi! I've been doing massage for a living for a few years now and before I started the career I had never really thought about the part where I would be stuck in a room (sometimes up to 2 hours), with no bathroom break. And a tight schedule in between sessions making my personal care difficult to deal with. I have had a small bladder/urge incontinence as well as very mild ibs(mostly c almost never d) since I can remember, but generally only peed my pants like once a year, which I learned to kind of accept as life. Well it has become one of the bigger hurdles for me at work some days, to just not pee in my pants. I limit my consumption of fluids and no caffeine, as well. I've had a few accidents at work and I will tell them in order from not so bad to bad.
The least bad was actually the most recent, I was mid session and started having to do a pee pee dance just to hold it in. The urge to pee just would not subside so I decided to pause the time and tell my client I had to run to the bathroom urgently. So I resealed and left the room still dancing. As I tried to speed walk down the hall I couldn't hold it much anymore and started spurting jets of piss into my pants with every step I took. By the time I made it all the way to the bathroom my pants were wet from the crotch to my knees and a little bit of my butt was wet. I dabbed my pants as best I could and sprayed some Lysol on myself, ran to the break room and told a co worker that I trust I had peed my pants and asked if she could notice. I was wearing black pants that day and thankfully she couldn't tell! So I ran back and finished the session hoping my client wouldn't figure out I had peed my pants. And he didn't notice!
Next was about 6 months into starting my first job, I was working on my last client of the day and I was a bit scatter brained by that point, and had been dying for a piss during my whole session. I finished the appointment and go to wash my hands in the break room, and just hearing the running water increases my urgency so badly I squeezed my legs together and kinda bent over. I was supposed to go get a cup of water and wait for my client to come out of the room. I poured the cup of water and again the sound made me have to go really badly. I stood and waited for about 60 seconds but decided I couldn't hold it anymore and I didn't want to completely piss my pants right as my client came out of the room. So I set the cup of water down and made a mad dash for the bathrooms, basically running. As soon as I got my hand on the door to the bathroom I started peeing.:( I got into the bathroom and tried to get my belt and pants down fast but it was almost no use, I had to go so bad my pants were soaked from the butt to the crotch and down the legs instantly. I never went to get the client to say goodbye to them and I just gathered my things and left out the back foot for the day, making the walk of shame to my car where I had to sit on a towel driving home.
Okay so the worst accident I've had, I didn't pee my pants as much as...I had a number two accident. It was by far the worst because, I had a couples session which is a massage with two people in the same room on two tables and two massage therapists. My stomach wasn't terribly upset that day but it was making a ton of noise and was super active. It must have been something I ate the previous day or two, because I was dropping piles of shit like a horse!! The session was 90 minutes long and I started having trouble only 15 minutes into it. I felt like I had to fart but I knew if I tried I would shit my pants where I stood, not an option. I held on through the whole session and get to the last 10 minutes and I am dying inside. It feels like my body had been pumped full of shit and I started really thinking I couldn't make it the last few minutes. I think I managed the fart but it made me have to go even worse. But I made it to the end by some miracle, so I hurriedly told my client the goodbyes and to take their time getting up. I'm pretty sure I had one hand over my butt at this point. The tip of a very large poo was already poking my underwear at this point, and I made every attempt to get to the bathroom ASAP! I closed the door behind me as I left the room, when something clicked in my brain....I was no longer in direct sight of my client meaning the coast was clear, my co worker had left through the door on the other side of the room so she couldn't see me either, and my body decided in that moment, standing only just outside the door and finally by myself, that it couldn't be held back anymore... it was like most people say in slow motion, I just felt my buttcheeks get spread apart by a huge column of shit that just came out so fast, I couldn't even do anything but stand there looking like I saw a ghost. I mean it was just wayyy to bad to simply say I had an accident. This was catastrophic, I what felt like 5 pounds of poop in my pants. I could feel the heat of the huge poo on my buttcheeks and it felt like it was gonna be stuck to my because my pants didn't have room to accommodate the accident. I waddled to the bathroom, trying not to make the mess worse, I texted my trusted co worker from the bathroom that I had had an accident. She thought I had peed my pants, but I had to tell her I had pooped in my pants because I couldn't hold it and was going to have to go home for the day. My remaining appointments were rescheduled and I went directly home after cleaning up as best I could in the bathroom at work. I smelled terrible, it was the only choice at that point.:( luckily I didn't get in trouble and no one seemed to give me any trouble for it!!
So there you have it, all of the times so far that I have had accidents at work. I had a few accidents in earlier life but have always managed to stand up for myself early enough that it doesn't happen in front of a crowd. As I've gotten older I'm starting to worry more about protecting my image and have taken many steps to mitigate the symptoms I face with small bladder/urge incontinence. I don't see wearing a diaper as an option at this point in time, because my accidents are so infrequent.Traveler
Embarrassing wetting accident
I recently traveled to upper Michigan to met my girlfriend up there. she was going to be on Vacation & was staying at a hotel with an indoor pool & she knows the owner so she said I could get a deal on a room also. it was our last day up there so that morning Lisa..my girlfriend was in the pool with her daughter Sidney & I was just sitting poolside but was in my clothes, dress shirt, Khakis & a sweater. then Sidney said to me "Why don't you jump in the pool with all of your clothes on. Lisa said "Yeah, you should!" & she dared me to. she said "You still have one change of nice clothes like you are wearing & not like we will be doing anything that gets us wet so you will be fine. So I did. They got a big kick out of it. now, that was just the morning activities & not what this story is about, but I was down to my last set of clothes after that.
So, I got changed into my other clothes. We got ready to leave the hotel then. we went to a festival where there was a carnival. Lisa's daughter Sidney really wanted to ride this wild ride called the Inversion. it swings back & forth while rotating & eventually goes up & over upside down. she really wanted her mom to ride it with her, but she was ..like "No way, I'm not riding that. like a typical 10 year old, the kid was fearless. Lisa asked me if I would be willing to ride with her. I did not want to seem like a coward so I agreed to but was not crazy about it. Lisa told Sidney to go use the restroom so that she wouldn't risk something happening, then she turned to me & said " Maybe you should go pee too while smirking & laughing. I assured her I would be fine. No, looking back her advice would have been good advice. so we get on the ride & it starts swinging back & forth & rotating gaining height with each swing & I knew right away this was not my cup of tea, then we go upside down & almost hang up there rotating. I almost greyed out, but then that is when I felt a sudden urge to pee & just like that, I was peeing myself. I could see a huge wet stain on my khakis & then we go upside down again & hang there. I was still peeing & since we were upside down, pee starting running out of my tan sweater. I was scared & knew I was gonna be mortified. Finally the ride come to a stop & I don't know what to do or say. Sidney was raving about how awesome the ride was & then turned to me & said "Oh my gosh, did you have an accident!" I told the ride attendant what happen because I had to. she was like "Oh no!"for real?" anyway, we get released from the ride & Sidney is already out by her mom. she knew what had happened when I got out to her. she was like "Oh no, that's a bad accident. you are so wet. You really have it now, what are you going to do for clothes? " she said "You had a nice outfit too!" then she smiled & said.."I guess you should have used to restroom before going on that ride, Oh well, I know you are embarrassed but what happened, happened, you can't call it back now. we just need to stop back at the hotel so you can change out of your peed stuff." she told me not to feel bad & that anyone can have an accident. Last night when we met again, lisa said she just wanted me to know that it was ok that I had an accident & not to feel ashamed of it. she said it's kind of like those rare times at school that one of he 1st. or 2nd grade students has an accident. she said she pulls them aside & tells them it is ok. she said that if we adults have that happen, we need to hear that too.
Haylee
Upset
Hey everybody.
Ok so I'm really upset right now. Today was Friday and my friend Kayla did get a car today. Of course I was excited at first when she called me about it. But then she dropped a bomb on me. She said that she was thinking and that she decided she didn't want us to pee in her new car because it's too new and she didn't want us to ruin it while it was so new. I couldn't believe it. I was like, so we're not going to pee in it then? And she said, well at least not for a while, and I'm like, well how long then? And she said, I don't know, but not for a while, I want it to be nice for a while. I couldn't believe what she was saying. The other day she had said we were going to have a nice pee in her car when she got one, and now that she got one she was backing out. I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked. And hurt too. I mean, here I was all ready to finally be able to pee in a car, which I wanted to do for so long, and now I couldn't even do it. I couldn't believe I was going to have to wait again. I mean, I know she's never going to change her mind about it. I know she's always going to want her car to be nice and new. It's not even a new car, but she said it's new to her and she really likes it and she wants to keep it nice for a while. I couldn't believe it. I felt betrayed. I really thought she wanted to do it, maybe not as much as I did, but she still wanted to. I really thought she liked the idea. I know she had no trouble peeing in my bed. And that's another thing that upsets me. She peed in my bed and she knew that her pee was going right into my bed and absorbing into my mattress. So it was ok for her to pee into something of mine, but now she doesn't want me to pee into something of hers. I'm sorry, but that doesn't fly with me. I am so hurt right now. I'm actually crying right now. I cried when she told me about all this. I know it'll never happen now. I know we'll never end up doing it. Our friendship is probably over now too. I wish it wasn't, but it probably is. She did actually tell me that she didn't want our friendship to end, and she also said that she still wants to come over and pee with me in my bed. But I'm not sure if that would work. It really hurts me that she thinks it's ok for her to pee into something of mine but I can't pee into something of hers. I'm glad that she peed in my bed, I really am. I like that her pee is in my mattress. I do really like her. But I'm also very upset and hurt. I'm really hoping she will change her mind and call me tomorrow and say that we can pee in her car. That would definitely fix everything. But I'm not going to hold my breath. It hurts me so much knowing that I will have to continue to wait to pee in a car. But I waited this long, so I know I'll get through it. Anyway I will definitely keep you posted.
Bye for now,
Haylee
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Miss Maisy
Stomach Bug
Me and my new boyfriend have both just had a really bad stomach bug causing vomiting, diarrhoea, cramps and gas. It's been so embarrassing as we have only been together 3 weeks!
It started on Monday night. We were staying at mine and he seemed a bit fed up, he was really quiet and seemed uncomfortable. I asked what was wrong and he said his stomach felt bad, so I gently placed my hand on his toned abdomen. I could feel his stomach gurgling and bubbling underneath my fingertips so I gently massaged it for him.
A few minutes later, he looked across at me with sad eyes. 'Baby I don't feel good, I umm, I really have to go to the toilet'. He was blushing like mad and looked so embarrassed. 'Of course sweetheart' I smiled to show him it was okay.
He got up quickly and half-ran into my ensuite, slamming the door being him. I heard him swear loudly before a huge wave of semi-solid mess splattered the toilet bowl. He was farting and splashing and sounded really ill. After 2 more waves which sounded even more watery, I tapped gently on the door.
'I'm so sorry' he cried. I could hear more watery mess falling out of him. 'Let me look after you' I soothed, pushing the door open. He was slumped forward on the toilet, beads of sweat pooling on his handsome forehead.
He looked mortified and in pain, so I walked over and wrapped my arms round him. He lent into my shoulder as another wave exited beneath him. 'I feel really sick' he mumbled, holding his guts. I quickly shoved the bin in front of his face and he instantly vomited. It was thick, creamy vomit and there was lots of it. As he continued to puke, more diarrhoea shot out of the other end. 'I think I've got the bug everyone at work has had' he groaned.
I helped him back to bed where he lay in just his boxers, his stomach making awful sick noises. He had diarrhoea again 30 minutes later and kept doing it until morning, every hour or so. 'I don't think I can work today' he cried as he ran back to the bathroom.
I phoned his boss and explained he was really sick from both ends. Due to the fact he works out on sites without proper toilets meant his boss agreed he wouldn't be able to work. I know his boss had D&V last week and went home so he does understand.
'Your boss knows' I told him, cuddling him and gently rubbing his aching stomach. 'I just feel like Im going to explode everywhere' he groaned. 'If you do, you do. You can't control your body when you're this ill'. We spent the day going back and forth to the toilet so he could let go of the painful stuff.
That evening, I got a bit of a stomach ache and by the time we went to bed, I urgently needed a poo. I could feel diarrhoea brewing quickly in my stomach as I rushed to the bathroom. Liquid instantly poured out of me and I was full of wet gas.
He stuck his head round the door, 'uhoh I'm really sorry I made you sick' he apologised. 'it's fine' I smiled as a cramp hit me. I farted loudly as the world erupted out of my bottom again. He walked over and rubbed my back as I exploded.
I was up all night with the runs but I had an important work meeting so I had to go in. I went for a really big semi solid poo before I left but by the time I arrived I urgently needed to relieve myself. I hurried to the rest rooms and straight into a cubicle. As soon as I sat down, runny diarrhoea sputtered out of my sore bum. I was on the toilet for ages, before going up to my office.
I told my boss I had diarrhoea in case I had to run to the toilet a lot. He has IBS so he understands what it's like being at work with an upset stomach. He told me to spend as much time on the toilet as I need to.
I spent my day at work trying to hold it in, the urge becoming too strong, and me having to run to the toilet to have another emergency. My boyfriend was still at home evacuating out of both ends, and that night he had a little accident in his sleep which resulted in me having to change the sheets and help him shower.
We both still feel pretty awful but we are getting better despite the constant watery diarrhoea.Kathleen
Hi everyone. I'm a single mother to two daughters, Lynne (11) and Julie (13). We live in a tiny apartment with only one bathroom so there's no privacy as far as that's concerned. Because of this, we almost never close the bathroom door.
Julie usually poops twice a day and she spends about five minutes on the toilet per visit. Lynne usually poops once a day and she spends 15-20 minutes on the toilet. Her loads often take more than one flush to get down, or sometimes she flushes in the middle of pooping.
For today's post, I have a story about both girls. Yesterday evening, we went out to eat and after we had finished we all had to go the bathroom. I knew I needed to poop, but I wasn't sure what Lynne and Julie needed. As we were walking towards the bathroom, one of the waitresses entered shortly ahead of us. Two of the three stalls were already taken and the waitress went into the third one.
Very soon after we entered, one of the stalls opened up and Julie went into the stall. Then there was another flush and Lynne took that stall. I figured out then that both of my girls had to poop, and apparently so did the waitress. I could hear a veritable symphony of grunts, farts, and plops from all three stalls. It was really stinking in the bathroom too!
Julie finished first and I took over her stall as she washed her hands. By that point, I was nearly gagging at the smell, and I noticed there were a ton of skidmarks all over the toilet, but I knew I was only going to add to the smell. I peed a lot and began pushing out a soft long turd. When it broke off, I felt like there might be a bit more left so I waited just in case. I heard someone wiping and then a flush, followed by Lynne's voice telling me they'd be waiting outside. I told her okay.
From the waitress' stall, I heard a few quick farts and then the crackling of a turd emerging. About that time, I felt the rest of my poop ready to come out. I gave a sharp push and a little bit of a grunt and pushed out another soft long turd similar to my first one. The main bathroom door opened and I heard a woman say, "Whew! Stinks in here!" as she took the available stall.
My turd was still slowly emerging but I could hear the waitress wiping. Her poop must have been pretty messy as she was wiping a lot. My turd broke off and then I started wiping too. She flushed and left her stall and I finished wiping and flushed shortly thereafter. The waitress and I met at the sinks and we exchanged a knowing glance and a shy smile while washing up.
Taylor
A little clogged up
For some reason I had been feeling a little clogged up and hadn't pooped since Tuesday evening. Well this afternoon (5 days later) I finally got my much needed relief.
I had been spending some time with one of my friends, just lounging around on her sofa watching movies when my stomach began to gurgle and a feeling I had missed so much returned. I needed to poop! I had been trying to poop every time I sat down on the toilet for a wee since Tuesday and I couldn't produce anything, I didn't even feel the need to go. But now that I had the urge I wanted to make the most of the opportunity. Strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. I told Jennifer I needed to poop and she said to go right ahead, pointing me to her bathroom. I asked if she had a plunger because I was worried about it clogging and she told me she didn't, but… she did have an old fashioned outdoors toilet at the end of her garden. It was a composting toilet and pretty much just a hole so there was no chance of clogging. Well that caught my attention, I always like pooping in different places and I wasn't going to miss this chance!
She waited in the house while I walked to the end of her garden, toilet roll in hand and sure enough, there was a wooden outhouse in the corner, partially hidden by the trees. I opened the door and loved what I saw. There was just a wooden bench with a hole cut out in the middle. I've always wanted to use one of those! I closed the door behind me and bunched my skirt up around my ???? before pulling down my pink knickers to my calves and sitting over the hole. My heart was racing. I was so excited to be using one of those style toilets.
I didn't start going immediately but I didn't want to force it either so while I still felt the urge to poop, I just sat there and waited to see if it would come naturally. My stomach was still gurgling and doing flips so that was a good sign at least. I had been sitting for a couple of minutes when my body uncontrollably pushed for me and I began to birth a wide load. It was the same sort of feeling as when you have an accident, and your body just lets go. I fully relaxed and let it come out on its own, feeling extremely happy about finally pooping. It was moving fairly slowly but I didn't need to put in any effort at all, I could just sit and enjoy it. It seemed to go on forever before breaking off with a dull thud and I stayed forced open by the remainder still moving. It was quite a long piece and it too made a dull thud as it hit the bottom of the toilet. I closed up but I didn't feel finished so I sat and waited, just in case.
I started peeing, my stream hissing against the inside of the toilet and I just sat with my head in my hands while my bladder emptied. I had been drinking a lot of water so there was plenty to come out. I went for about 45 seconds and waited to see if I had anything else to come out. After about 5 minutes I still hadn't produced anything extra so I decided to call it a day and began wiping. I wiped my front and then used three pieces for my behind, dropping them all beneath me into the hole. I stood up, pulling up my knickers and had a peek in the hole but couldn't see anything because of the lack of light. I "flushed" which seemingly deposited some soil over my creation and then went back to Jennifer, feeling 10 pounds lighter.
Nothing exciting happened toilet wise for most of the day, we both peed a couple of times but that was it. But just before I sat down to start writing this I needed to poop again. I was sat next to Jennifer on her sofa so I excused myself and went upstairs to her bathroom. Like usual I bunched up my skirt out of the way and pulled my knickers down to my calves as I sat. After only a couple of seconds I felt my poop crowning. I loved being back to my normal pooping schedule! I just relaxed into it and started peeing, gently playing with my hair while I got my relief. My poop fell into the bowl and I finished peeing before wiping and redressing. Floating in the slightly yellow water was a log about six inches long and an inch wide, much like my normal self! I flushed, washed my hands and got myself comfortable on the sofa with my laptop to type this up. I hope you enjoyed it!
P
To Anna from Austria
Ive had a situation like this before
I was at school and it was 4th period just about 10 mins before lunch and I felt the need to poop really bad considering in the morning when I usually take my poo before I leave for school but u was late so I didn't get my morning poo so this was becoming urgent I asked to go the toilet and got told to wait till lunch I was getting so desperate as soon as the bell went I ran to the nearest toilet feeling my poo about to fill my pants I ran into the stall forgetting to check for paper and pulled down my panties and started pooping a big soft serve crackled out and a few farts escaped and more sloppy poo forced out I was pooping for like 15 minutes and then finally stopped I went for the paper but realised there wasn't any left I had such a mess after the soft serve that left my butt and I couldn't clean it I would've went into the next stall but more people came into the bathroom I just pulled up almy panties and could already feel a mess occuring I went the rest of the day with that and when I got home I had loads of brown stains in my panties I put them in the wash and finished wiping it was so uncomfortable sitting in that all day
Haylee
Peeing in a Car
Hi everyone!
It's me Haylee, I posted a while ago, on pages 2694 and 2701. I had said that I really wanted to pee in a car, but my problem was I didn't have my own car yet. Well, unfortunately I still don't have my own car, so I still haven't been able to do it yet. And so I still haven't had an opportunity to pee in a car. But I do have some good news! My friend Kayla should be getting a car soon, maybe even this weekend! And Kayla also likes the idea of peeing in a car, and we have been talking about it, and she decided that she would let me pee in her car when she gets one, and also she will do it too. So I am very excited for sure! Kayla is a very good friend, and she has peed with me before in my room. If you remember, I had mentioned that I sometimes like to pee in my bed, and my mom thinks that I do it in my sleep. I think it's kind of funny that she doesn't question it, since I sometimes pee in the place where my pillow goes, but so far she hasn't questioned it. Kayla has also peed in my bed a few times, and it has worked out really well because my mom doesn't know the difference between her pee and my pee. And so since Kayla is open to peeing in different places, she has also agreed that we would pee in her car when she got one. And now she might be getting one this weekend! I will definitely let you know what happens. Our plan is that she will pick me up, and then we will drive somewhere and park, and then we will both get in the backseat and pee. And of course we will pee right into the seat. As I've said, I never wanted to use anything to protect the seat, I always wanted to pee right into it. To me that's what it's all about. I want to pee IN a car, not just into something else that happens to be inside of a car. I want to pee IN a car. And now Kayla does too which is wonderful. I can't believe this is finally happening! I've waited so long! I hope hope hope that she gets a car this weekend! I will definitely let you know what happens!
Take care,
Haylee
weird guy
green poop
I haven't posted " regularly" for a little while. I do want to say that I've had some dumps lately that have featured green poop. I tend to eat plenty of vegetables like green beans, peas, asparagus, etc. so I guess that's the culprit. anyone else experience this type of poop?an embarrassed pooper
Hey all. Wanted to share a story from the past that was super embarrassing but also funny to look back on.
One time I was in a bathroom taking a massive dump. I was feeling ill and had diarrhea. This was a busy bathroom btw. Sadly!
So as soon as I got into a stall I yanked down my pants and undies to my ankles and sat down without even bothering to put the protective toilet seat cover down. I was that desperate. I locked the door real quick (come to find out I didn't lock it properly, spoiler alert !!) before sitting down. Immediately upon sitting down, I exploded into the poor toilet. This went on for a while and all of a sudden I see the stall door start to move. A woman opened the door on me! She was so apologetic and embarrassed that she forgot to at least try to close the door before walking away, and she exposed me to everyone in the bathroom! My vagina was fully exposed, and I don't like that part of my body being shown! My face must've turned a thousand shades red. To make matters worse, I wasn't within reaching distance so couldn't hold the door closed with my legs, so I had to get the attention of someone nearby to try to close it for me. But it swung back open every time! Minutes later, but not before a countless number of people saw me and my exposed nether region, a woman offered to hold the door closed for me. I was so grateful for that.
Something similar happened before, but it was different.. one time I was feeling very ill and went to the bathroom and it was such an emergency that I didn't even bother to close the stall door. What a sight for the people in the bathroom to see! Lol. But that time I didn't care as long as I was on a toilet!
Has anyone ever used a public bathroom with the stall door open (excluding doorless stalls) either on purpose or by accident? It's happened to me a bunch of times and I'm wondering if I'm alone or not!Jessica B
Ski weekend with friends
Hi everyone!
Sorry for the long hiatus. I am such a slow and bad writer that I didn't manage to post anything in about a year. Anyway, thank you to all of you for taking the time to share your experiences.
Anna from Canada, if you are still reading, know that I miss you! Take care.
I wanted to tell you about a rather amusing weekend with my friends last winter. We rented an old cabin in a ski resort for a weekend. There were four of us: Louisa, who I've already written about in previous posts and two friends of hers, Maria and Melanie. We met up a Friday after work and all drove to the resort together in Louisa's car. Since it was a rather long ride, we stopped at a Burger King's for dinner. We arrived quite late (at around 10pm) after a challenging ride up a slippery snow-covered road.
We decided to go to bed immediately since we were all tired and we wanted to wake up early on Saturday to make out most of the expensive ski passes. I changed into my pajamas and went to the only bathroom to brush my teeth but I khad to wait as the door was locked. After 2-3 minutes I heard the toilet flush, the sound of the faucet and then the one of an electric toothbrush. Finally, Mel came out of the bathroom and we wished each other a good night. By the smell still lingering in the bathroom, it was clear that she had just taken a big dump. I could feel a rumbling in my own belly because the heavy meal but I didn't have to go yet. I brushed my teeth and went to sleep in the room I shared with Louisa.
When the alarm clock rang next morning, I was the second to get up after Maria. As usual, I had to pee urgently first thing in the morning. However, I found the bathroom door once again as someone was clearly plopping away. It turned out to be Maria, who was done rather quickly and didn't leave much of a smell. She apparently was still a little self-conscious to find me squirming by the door by her blushing. After I peed, we prepared breakfast and we waked up Louisa and Mel.
We ate breakfast in a rush as we wanted to hit the slopes as soon as possible. But getting four people ready is not so easy when you've only got one bathroom! My after-breakfast, or after-coffee urge to do my number two hit me as Maria was doing the dishes and Mel and Louisa were occupying the bathroom braiding their hair, brushing their teeth and applying sunscreen. I decided to change first hoping that they'd be done by then but this obviously didn't happen. I ended up joining them and readied my hair as well. The air was rather heavy in this little room because of all the toiletry products but also because one of my friends had released a nasty fart. No one commented on it though.
At last, Mel left the bathroom and Louisa was left sitting on the edge of the bathtub, texting. I summoned up my courage and asked her "Louisa, do you mind leaving the bathroom for a minute? I have to go number two." She laughed and said "Of course, but don't be too long 'cause I'm next!" before leaving. I locked the door, pulled down my snow pants, under layer and panties and jammed my butt onto the seat. This was not a minute early and I started pooping immediately. I managed to pass three smallish soft logs and quite a few farts. The smell was everything but pleasant. I wiped and flushed quickly so to prevent the stench from getting worse. Also, I hate it when someone is waiting in front of the door while I'm pooping. I washed my hands and swapped place with Louisa. I knew she was super relieved as well when she came out a few minutes later with a huge grin on her face. This poor toilet endured quite some action!
By then, the air was thick in this enclosed space but I had to finish applying sunscreen. I was joined by Maria, who pinched her nose when she got in. I wanted to tell her that it was Louisa who just used the bathroom, but I didn't since I would be shaming her and I definitely was responsible for part of the stench as well.
We made spent the day skiing. The weather was awesome and there was plenty of snow. We had lots of fun. At the end of the day, we showered at home (I let up to your imagination how much waiting was involved) before going for "Après-ski" partying at the night club. We had snacks and many drinks, including shots. I was tipsy for sure but my friends were really drunk. Dancing was awesome. After a while, Mel started making out with some guy and left with him. We stayed for another hour before being too exhausted to keep dancing. Walking on our way home, Maria got sick and had to throw up on the side of the road. I was helping her the best I could and held her hair whereas Louisa was getting impatient: she had to pee badly. She ended up peeing on the spot as well. Good thing no one drove by! At last, everyone made it to bed.
On Sunday morning, I woke up very early for no reason. I have a hard time sleeping in lately. I was only slightly hangover which was unexpected given the number of drinks I had the previous night. I knew I would be alone for a while and it was clear that no one would go skiing on that day. I made myself a large Cappuccino and settled in front of the TV with my blanket. Soon enough, the coffee produced its infamous effects on my bowels. I started becoming gassy and the pressure in my belly rose. I paused the TV show and went to the toilet. After a few airy farts, I started passing a lot of very soft sausages and sloppy poo. It was a lot, but I knew there was even more so I remained seated just scrolling through my Instagram. Indeed, I was able to pass even more mushy poo. I felt done so I wiped my privates. I used many sheets of TP because this wet poo had left quite a mess. Alcohol seems to have a laxative effect on me when I have too much of it. I then flushed the toilet and washed my hands. My load had left plenty of skidmarks on this old toilet bowl but I was just happy everything had gone down fine despite the water level rising dangerously. I resumed watching TV.
I decided to take a relaxing bath since it was still just 9 am. I filled the tub, brushed my hair and took my book with me to the bath. After being in there for a little less than an hour, someone knocked on the door. "Can I come in?", Louisa asked. "Sure." She came in. Good thing I hadn't locked the door. She then asked me in a super sleepy voice "Do you mind if I use the bathroom? It's an emergency." I answered that it was obviously fine and that I was sorry I was hogging the bathroom, I wasn't expecting anyone else to wake up this early. Louisa asked "Could you please close the shower curtain?" This is when I realized she wasn't only there to pee but had to poop as well, since peeing in front of each other is not a big deal to us. I said "Oh, sorry, I didn't get you have to go number two, give me five minutes and I'll be out of here." "It's okay" she replied and pulled the curtain before sitting down onto the toilet. She started peeing fiercely and within seconds an eruption of soft poo was to be heard from her butt. Her stench immediately filled the little room. "Sorry for this", she mumbled. I told her this was no problem and did not bother me to make her feel better. She kept shitting for a while, occasionally passing some gas as well. She then wiped using many soft wipes by the sound of it.
When I taught she was done and about to stand up, a new wave of diarrhea hit her. I decided I was done with my bath and started rinsing off while poor Louisa was dealing with what sounded like a nasty shit. I turned off the water at the same time Louisa flushed. "****!!!", she exclaimed. Without seeing it, I knew she had clogged the toilet. These many wet wipes overwhelmed the old piece of ceramics. I opened the curtain to find a very dizzy Louisa. She had gotten up too fast and her hangover body was not ready to deal with such levels of excitement. I managed to help her sit down on the bathtub edge before it was too late. "Oh my God, what am I gonna do?" she asked. I told her that she had to calm down, that she obviously was not in shape to do anything about it right then and that she should go back to bed, we would take care of it later. She washed her hands and I escorted her back to bed because I did not want her to faint and hurt herself.
I first inspected the situation: the water was flowing down very slowly but all the mess was going nowhere and accumulated at the bottom. I looked for a plunger first in the bathroom, then in the entire flat, without finding one. I then occurred to me that it could be in the garage. I went through boxes of construction supplies and household articles without success. We would have to drive to a hardware store to buy one.
I went back to the flat just to find the bathroom door closed. I knocked on the door and asked "Louisa, are you doing alright?" but to my surprise, it was Melanie who answered "I've a headache and my belly isn't doing so good either" in a raspy voice. I warned her "Don't use the toilet, it seems to be clogged and I haven't found a plunger yet!" to which she replied "Why didn't you write a notice? It's too late now, I'm already going!" and some swearing I won't transcribe here. "Great!" I thought, since I knew she wouldn't be the one either who would help me dealing with this worsening situation. I boiled some water and prepared tea for everyone and ten minutes later, Mel came out of the bathroom. "What are we gonna do?", she wondered as well. I told her that I would drive to the hardware store to get a plunger as soon as I'd feel ready to drive and gave her a cup of tea. She then went for a nap too.
By then, it was already past 11 am and that's when Maria woke up. She looked super hangover. The reason was, you guessed it, that she needed the toilet. This time I could stop her on her way and told her that the toilet was broken and she couldn't use it. She stared at me in dismay "Oh no, I really have to go to the bathroom now!" I suggested her she could have a pee under the shower, or even in the sink if she was truly desperate. She thought of it for a second (or at least needed some time to understand what I said) and answered "Uhm, I think I don't just need to pee". She obviously was embarrassed, tired and stressed. Meanwhile, I wasn't as understanding as I should have been and I'd just had wished I weren't left as the only one in charge. I told Maria to pee first while I would start working on the toilet, but this wasn't to her liking. So my next attempt to help her was to send her to the coffee shop down the street. She reluctantly agreed and went get her clothes.
It became clear that something had to be now and that waiting was not an option anymore. I was especially worried about one of my friends getting nauseous and having to throw up. Thankfully, I had found some rubber gloves and some plastic bags in the cleaning cabinet. I resigned myself to try to unclog the toilet without a plunger, using a coat hanger instead. I grabbed the supplies and went to the toilet. Mel hadn't done anything to improve the situation: some large semi-formed tan turds and decomposing wads of paper were now laying on top of what had been left by Louisa. In one word, it was simply gross. I had to be brave, so I put one the rubber gloves, took the plastic bags and removed as much as I could using them like a dog waste bag. I nearly made me throw up since I wasn't feeling that well in the first place. I paused for a few seconds and breathed slowly to calm down. Then, I used the hook of the coat hanger to dislodge the the insane amount of wet wipes (and some other things) Louisa had used and put the min the bag as well. I was hoping I was done so I actioned the flush. Unfortunately, the water level rose again.
This is when Maria came back. She was distressed and told me the coffee place was not open yet. "It's an emergency!", she cried, "I'm gonna soil my pants!" I had to calm her down I told her to sit and either wait while I was working it, or go outside of the house. I guess this idea terrified her since she stayed and remained quiet.
I resumed my efforts and dislodged even more wipes and removed them, being extremely careful not to get splashed. Maria was watching me anxiously. I gave the flush another try and oh what a miracle, the water was able to flow without rising.
"Is it repaired?" Maria asked with urgency. "I'm not sure" was my answer, as I wanted to try flushing once more to be certain that the clog was gone. You could feel her distress as the seconds were passing by, the tank refilling. After what seemed like an hour, the tank finally filled up and I flushed the toilet once again without problem. "I think it's okay now", I said. "Okay, can I please go the bathroom", Maria urged me out. As soon as I had passed the door, Maria slammed it closed. "Don't use wet wipes!", I shouted. By the sounds of it, she wasn't lying and had to go absolutely urgently, both ends. The noises were the ones you'd expect during a mudslide, not behind a bathroom door!
It took Maria five minutes to relieve herself, she then flushed and mumbled "Thanks!" as she walk passed me back to her bed. I let the toilet air out for a while, then returned to finish cleaning. With the brush, I removed plenty of skidmarks but I did not manage to get rid of the marks and scratches the hanger had left.
One by one, my friends woke up and we all gathered in front of the TV and spent the afternoon drinking tea and relaxing. By the evening, everyone was feeling better and it was time to go home. I drove our car since I was the fittest. We stopped for dinner at a Chinese restaurant on the way. Everyone agreed I would be invited as a reward for my allegedly "heroic" actions with the toilet (lol). We had fun even though we were tired. After paying, Maria and Louisa went to the ladies whereas Mel and me returned the car. Mel thanked me again: "I am really sorry I made everything worse this morning and that I wasn't in shape to help you. Actually, I realized that there was a chance that the drain was clogged when I saw it, but I had to shit soo badly that I just hoped it would be alright". Actually, it's her urge to move her bowels that brought her back home since she admitted that she didn't feel like doing stinking up that guy's place, which I can understand. She promised to buy me a drink as well next time we'd meet up and urged me not to tell anyone about this. Whatever.
From there, Louisa drove the car and brought us home. All in all, I had a very nice skiing experience, I'd just had wished my friends weren't that tired on Sunday. Anyway, took me a long time to write this and the text is getting huge, so I better stop. Still amazed that by how much action this toilet saw in a single weekend!
Love & take care,
Jess
Ronette
A mistake and public restroom privacy
I really enjoy the cheerleading and dance camp I'm going to each day. It is at another school on the far side of our city and requires me to take the subway for a couple of hours each morning and another couple of hours each evening. I have to transfer trains twice. The heat and humidity of being outside all day in a stadium is tough but we have a five minute break each hour to get a water bottle and use one of the portable potties our instructor has set up. Getting up at 4 a.m. each morning for my trip and drinking 9 or 10 water bottles each day is getting to my body. I'm peeing about every hour or two and getting physically run down. An example of this was Monday evening when I was coming home, I fell asleep on the subway and missed my transfer station. When I woke up about 30 minutes later the train was several stations beyond my first transfer point and my bladder was burning badly for a pee. I was so upset with myself that I wanted to scream. That was my 6th or 7th pee of the day and I knew from experience the previous week that the transfer station toilets were much worse than the portable potties we're regularly using on the field.
Just standing on the train when it stopped at the mystery station and the people in front of me who seemed to be moving as slow as turtles, made my pee-in-my-shorts that much more certain to me. How I made it down the train's steps and through the crowd for about a block at the station was a miracle. Finally, I saw a restrooms sign hanging from the ceiling and knew that I had another block to get to it. When I did, and I wasn't sure whether my sweat or the pee trickles seeping into my underwear were worse, I dodged my way through the crowd and into the bathroom doorway. Unlike last week when I used the absolute worst bathroom at my regular station, this one was multiple times worse. Instead of two-foot high privacy doors, there was none on any of the three toilets. All of the cement floor was slippery from flooding from overruns of the toilets and two sinks. There were a couple of catheters and other things used for injecting drugs on the floor.
Of course there was no toilet paper on the wall behind the toilet. It seemed like three pieces of crap were floating on top of the bowl's water. An older lady sitting on the left toilet could see my apprehension and a college-age lady on my right had her jeans at knee level and used a Penny's bag to cover he mid-section as she sat looking agitated. I turned around, picked up my feet that seemed to be sticking to the floor, dropped my clothing to mid-thigh level, and my pee started pounding into the water immediately. There was so much relief that I put my face between my legs because I don't like others looking me over, if you know what I mean. But the stench of the toilet was so bad I had to pull my head up. Then I saw this girl about 5, standing within two or three inches of my knees looking me over while she holding with both hands some stick of candy she was sucking on.
She had a dirty Care Bear top on and two soft shoes, neither of which were tied. She asked if I was doing a No.1 or No. 2, what my name was, where my mother was, and I told her I might be a couple more minutes on the toilet. She showed me her candy and I told her she should back up and wait for me to get done. She didn't. Then I picked my two feet up and kind of faked pushing her back. I asked where her mother was as the crowd was getting larger. She said she didn't have a mother. I asked her who was with her and she said her dad. I told her to go back to him. She told me she couldn't because he was doing a No. 2 and told her to wait in there. I knew no father would want to be in there because how gross it was and that there was no privacy. So I finished, flushed with my foot and the flusher didn't work, and as I was done pulling my shorts up, I gave her a lift up onto the seat. Then I helped her pull her clothing down and after two or three minutes a little trickle began, followed by a much better stream. She was able to slide herself down and I grabbed her by the hand and led her outside.
Her dad was just outside the door and thankful that I brought her out.
He said he didn't feel it was appropriate under the circumstances for her to see guys shitting and peeing with no privacy and I somewhat get that. But letting her fend for herself in the ladies' room isn't much better either. My mom agrees with me. All I know is that each of the bathrooms at the stations suck and I absolutely hate having to use them. And missing my train connection and getting home 90 minutes later also sucks.
Thursday, August 08, 2019
Bucket as toilet
I'd like to share my story of peeing and pooping in a container like last week!
So one day I had to pee and poop but wanted to be different this time. I have a plastic container in my room that's empty so I grabbed it. I used my phone as a mirror to watch myself go. I was just in my pajamas so no underwear or anything, and so I took my pants off so I was buck naked from the waist down. I squatted over the container and it took a while since I wasn't used to it but I began to pee. Then after that I began to poop but it was a hard one! I grunted and watched my bottom the entire time, and eventually a few little turds came out and I heard them go plunk! in the container. I put my pants back on, took the container and dumped it in the toilet, washed it then took my pants off again and wiped myself. It was interesting for sure!
So I had surgery years ago and I remember right after surgery I had to pee real bad!!! I told the nurse and she quickly got a bedpan. I lifted up my hospital gown, exposing myself but I didn't care much because I was so out of it. As soon as she got me settled I began to pee and soon I finished going and told her. She carefully took the pan from under me and asked me if I was able to wipe myself. I tried but I must've been so out of it that I couldn't get it, so the nurse ended up wiping me for me, which was a bit awkward but I didn't mind it. That was the first time I ever used a bedpan
To Ronette
I enjoyed reading about the gross bathroom with the short doors. Did you ever poo in that bathroom, or one like it?
Vincene
What a maintenance sign means
I was 11 and walked about 5 blocks over to Wal-Mart to get a new CD from my favorite singer. I just had a $20 bill with me and my school ID card which my mom requires me to carry at all times in case of an emergency. It was about 10 a.m. and walking a couple of blocks on a train track somehow activated my bowels. So I walked down, with some stumbles because I'm kind of a klutz, this hill that lead to the Wal-Mart parking lot. I thought out my plan: grab the CD, pay for it and get back home for my crap. By the time I got to the entertainment section, taking a second stumble on some packets of underwear that had fallen from a display, I realized my crap was going to be immediate.
I was closest to the back of the store and I could see a large restroom sign on the wall. I picked up my pace and then saw a yellow maintenance sign on the floor in front of the restroom door. I stuck my head in, didn't see anybody working and was encouraged by not seeing any legs under any of the 9 or 10 toilets. After stepping around the sign, I hurried into the first stall, latched the door and dropped myself to the seat. I dropped my first two or three pieces immediately and was surprised that the elastic on my underwear didn't get hit by the crap that exploded out of me. I started to stand, but immediately sat back down as another piece easily came out.
I stood and grabbed for the toilet paper. Not even an inch left on the roll. I looked at the wall behind the toilet where they usually have the container from which you can pull off an ass-gasket. None. This was a soft crap and I knew I had a wiping mess. So with my shorts and undies at knee level I hopped down the line of toilets. One by one, I checked for TP or for an ass-gasket that I could tear up and use. There was none. So as I was about the reach down and pull up my clothing there was this young man, probably in his 20s in a blue custodial uniform walking walking in pulling a cart stacked on two sides with the paper I needed.
He caught me full-frontal for the 5 seconds or so while I grabbed at my clothing and quickly turned, exposing my dirty rear end. He met me half way with a wrapped roll of toilet paper and said he was going to do the mens room while I took care of my 'needs.' I apologized and went into one of the middle stalls where I took the seat and probably spent 4 or 5 minutes cleaning myself. I flushed the toilet midway when I saw the toilet paper stacking well above the water level. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even stay to wash my hands. As I got back into the hallway I got to thinking about how I had learned what 'maintenance' was. And how stupid I had been. And to make matters even worse, the CD I wanted was sold out.Victoria B.
Response to Anna from Austria
I once had the same thing happen to me. There were a few differences but here goes.
I was at a coffee shop in the town where I went to college. The coffee did the trick and I needed a number two. This particular coffee shop had two unisex bathrooms and both of them were in use when I approached. One opened up and out came a man who must've only needed to pee because he neglected to mention that one single solitary piece of toilet paper had been left on the roll!
I locked the door, pulled my pants and panties down to my calves and sat down on the toilet. I can't remember how much I did but I do recall that it was messy and that I was wearing a thong that day. In other words I needed to wipe after I was done with the number two because the alternative would've meant a pair of ruined panties.
I finished pooping and used the one sheet of toilet paper before trying to figure out what to do next. There were no extra rolls of paper anywhere in the bathroom and that equally confused and annoyed me. I was going to have to resort to paper towels. I wasn't happy and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone but I proceeded to finish the job; it felt like I was wiping myself with sandpaper!
I threw the dirty paper towels into the trash can rather than trying to flush them and risk clogging the toilet before I got dressed again and flushed. I washed my hands and went straight to the barista to tell her that one of the bathrooms was completely out of paper. Not a fun conversation but I was happy that I made it out of such a potentially messy situation with my panties intact!
Love,
Victoria