Kenzie
Car peeing and pooping
Hello, my name is Kenzie. I'm a 16 year old girl who has a big fascination with using the bathroom, as many do here. I've read this forum a little and its inspired to explore peeing and pooping. I really wamt to go pee and poop in a car! Reading others stories has really put me onto this idea. Now, i dont have a car and wont anytime soon. But i have an older brother who does. Im thinking i might ask him if i can go in his car! Does anyone have advice for me?
Survey plus stories
I have a survey but first a story I'd like to share!! Happened a while ago though.
A few years ago we were waiting in the airport for our delayed flight which I think was supposed to be during the late afternoon but it ended up being like night time before we boarded because there was a delay. I had an upset belly because I was a tad nervous. I had to go to the bathroom every few minutes. But around the second or third time it was just a total emergency and I just had to go. I couldn't hurry fast enough into the men's room. In fact I just took the first open stall and sat right down without even checking to see if the toilet was flushed or not or if the seat was clean. I didn't bother closing the door. My butt EXPLODED and the whole bathroom could hear it. Wouldn't be surprised if people outside the bathroom could hear it! And it was a big bathroom! Yes people gave me weird looks as they walked by because my door was open and it was obvious I was pooping like there was no tomorrow, but I didn't care as long as I made it to the toilet. I didn't even pee at first, just diarrhea'd. Which was good because I didn't think to hold my penis down into the toilet because I was way too focused on the poop. I wasn't even ashamed, I felt such a relief of pressure by unleashing that.
Another time I was a little kid and I had some pee issues. My parents would put me in diapers, give me lots of water and keep me hydrated, sit me on the potty for a while but nothing worked. I had tests done and I don't remember what the issue was but it resolved. I just remember also having to get a catheter. With a catheter they clean your privates with sterile stuff and then put a tube in your pee hole. It doesn't feel good! Especially as a kid. But I was okay! It was worth it to relieve the pressure on my bladder.
Another time, when I was younger I got very very constipated one day and got a piece of poop almost out before I got to the point where no matter how hard I pushed it would still hang there. Pretty much one day when I was little I had to use the toilet so I sat on the regular toilet instead of my potty I sometimes used when watching tv and stuff. My dad helped me onto the toilet and sat across from me on the edge of the bath tub.
We chatted casually for a while and I tinkled and he said "good boy."
Another minute later he asked if I was done but I was making scrunchy faces and was straining audibly so he asked "what are you doing bud? ....ohhh I think I know what you're doing" and my mom happened to be walking by the bathroom and she overheard that and laughed. I pointed between my legs (not to be graphic but obviously back then my privates were very small so they weren't obstructing the view or anything) and my dad looked and said "I don't see anything yet bud" and I grunted and farted and I felt something coming and he said "oh never mind, NOW you're doing it. Push, buddy, push!"
He let me squeeze his thumb as I pushed. The poop came out completely and plopped and I sighed in relief and looked down between my legs so I could see it inside the toilet bowl. "You all done?" my dad asked. I just grunted again and he said "well, guess you're not. I'll take that as a no."
I pushed with all my might and scrunched up my face and gritted my teeth and grunted loudly and he said "there ya go, you're doing great champ, keep it up okay? I know it's hard work but you can do it!"
With that I continued pushing. And pushing. And pushing. And pushing. And pushing. But it wasn't coming out. My dad yelled out to my mom and said "I think we need a little help in here, a bit of extra support" and she came in and sat beside my dad on the bath tub ledge and cheered me on too. My mom offered her hand for me to hold and squeeze and I took her hand with one hand and squeezed my dads thumb with the other as I pushed.
It was kind of painful because it started to stretch my butt hole a little bit. Then it REALLY hurt and I began to squirm a bit and my mom just leaned over and hugged me as I pushed some more, whispering and comforting me, shhing me and being really supportive and both my parents were cheering me on. "I know you can do it" "you're almost there" "you're strong, you can do this" "keep on pushing just like that" "give it a really hard push" "it's right there, it'll come out" "it's almost out." They also did that thing where they told me to push for a certain number of seconds and they counted, then take a break, which is actually used for real childbirth!
I stopped pushing for a minute or so to take a break during which my parents reminded me that I was doing great. Then I got back to work.
I got pretty frustrated with it. It was one hundred percent stuck. My parents put some towels down and helped me off the toilet and told me to walk around to see if it'd get moving and try to push while I was walking around. Didn't work. I tried to turn my head so that I could see the poop coming out (it was hanging out of me and it was a big one too) but my parents just said it's ok and that I didn't need to see it because it was pretty big and I just needed to worry about pushing it out. My parents told me to squat down and push, that didnt work. I lied on my side and pushed with my knees to my chest, that didnt work. I lied on my back and spread my legs as if I was giving birth, my mom knelt in front of me and coached me, but it still wouldn't come out. I tried pushing on my hands and knees with my butt up in the air, that wouldn't work. Nothing did. That meant one of my parents had to remove it manually. My mom gently held my bottom cheeks open while my dad dug it out of me, which wasn't fun at all.
"One more big push" he said and I did and the poop dropped onto the ground onto the towel. "Good job! We knew you could do it! Yay!" My parents both clapped. "We're so proud of you!" and then I turned around and looked at it and the poop was huge! No matter it got stuck and hurt! I was wiped and we put it into the toilet and flushed it and I definitely didn't mind seeing it go down the toilet and go away!
I needed some diaper cream to soothe my sore bottom but after that I was okay. I've had moments like that before but never this bad!
I think that's all my stories for now but I have a survey now:
Male or female?
Do you wipe from the front or back after pooping?
Have you ever had someone coach/encourage you while you were on the toilet?
(For ladies) How is your pee stream? Is it one stream or a split stream? Does it go straight down or does it spray out?
When using the toilet at home, do you use the toilet with the door open or closed?
When using the toilet in public, do you leave the stall door open or do you close it?
Have you ever sneezed and it caused you to tinkle?
Have you ever gotten a poo stuck in your butt and had to dig it out?
Catherine
Another Michael W Survey
Happy Birthday to me! I'm 39 today! To celebrate, here's another survey!
1. How old are you? 39 today!
2. How long does it take you to poop? 5-7 minutes. Usually the movement is over pretty quick and I sit to push out a few "aftershocks" or to relax. I like to take my time even though I don't necessarily need long in the bathroom.
3. What is your poop like usually? Long, thick and soft from my high-fiber diet.
4. Do you fart when you poop? Not much. I do have some crackling or gas every now and then. But I don't have gassy or explosive poops unless my stomach is off.
5. Does your poop plop loudly in the toilet? Again, not really...
6. Are you comfortable pooping in other toilets than your own? I would rather not. I usually doodie at home in the morning before work and in the evening after work.
7. Name all the places you have pooped. Besides home, church, friends' houses, motels, store bathrooms. I've shared these stories on the forum over the course of ten years!
8. How bad do you stink up the bathroom when you poop? Normal poops can be pretty strong, but healthy smell, if that makes sense. Diarrhea can be noxious, but I don't ever have that rotten, dead flesh smell, if that makes sense.
9. Do you do anything to keep you occupied when you poop? No. I like to be in the moment, to feel everything, and relax.
10. What time of the day do you usually poop? Morning and evening - 7 AM and 7 PM Central, give or take 30 minutes.
11. Do you courtesy flush? No. I like to see the final product. Doodie smells. But we all have this in common. I do carry Poopourri with me to mask the smell when I'm with company.
12. Have you ever clogged the toilet before? Oh yes :)
13. What sort of things make you poop? High fiber diet, drinking water. Being sick or eating too much, drinking alcohol, etc. can lead to an unscheduled bowel movement. Spicy foods can loosen my stool, make me crampy, or give me diarrhea.
14. How long does it take you to poop if you are constipated? When pregnant, sometimes I would be constipated and would spend 15-20 minutes pooping. However, I'm never constipated thankfully.
15. How does it take you to poop if you are having diarrhea? It depends. If I feel finished after a wave or two, then maybe 5-7 minutes like normal. Sometimes I will sit and read and let the diarrhea do its work instead of running back and forth to the bathroom.
16. Have you ever thought you were done and then felt like you had to poop some more? A few times in my life, but this is very rare.
17. When you have finished pooping and left a terrible smell in the bathroom, What does the next person who goes in there think? I think it turns my husband on a little that I can do that to a bathroom. Others, I don't know.
18. How do you sit when you are on the toilet? I hunch forward with my elbows on my knees, legs almost together, and look forward.
19. Would you rather be constipated or would you rather have diarrhea? Diarrhea, as long as I can be at home to ride out the storm. Sometimes if I'm traveling, I might miss one or two of my scheduled trips to the bathroom, and I do love the result.
20. When was the first time you found this site? Ten years ago!
Love to all!
Catherine!
My grandmothet went to toilet in the woods this summer. I saw her squatting . I saw her white bum and afterwards I saw that she had left three turds on the ground. Amusing .
Victoria B.
Morning poopers and night poopers
Hey!
So I just got home from my night class and the lights were on but it seemed like nobody was home. That was, at least, until I heard a flush coming from my roommate Alexa's room. She has an ensuite and I don't BUT my toilet has a stronger flush than hers. I call that an even trade-off. Anyway, Alexa came into the kitchen, saw me and said, "Victoria, dude. I just took a huge poop and it didn't make it all the way down. Can I... Can I borrow your plunger?" "Of course you can," I replied, running to my bathroom. I grabbed it and brought it to Alexa. "Get it, girl!" I said, giving her an affectionate smack on her butt.
It took her about five minutes but Alexa got everything that needed to go down the drain gone and she handed me my special pink plunger back. I took it to my bathroom and thought. Had I ever done such a huge load at night? My first poop always comes in the morning and if I have a second (or third) it's generally smaller. How about you? Are you a morning or night pooper?
Love,
Victoria
Friday, October 25, 2019
Mika
Bath time
Hey, this is my first time posting here, I found this site recently after getting curious about some stuff that happened with my sis, and I thought I'd share it.
But first I'll say these are not our real names next let me introduce myself I go by Mika I'm 14 have shoulder length blonde hair, and my sister Emily, is a bit younger then me 11, and has long brown hair goes a little more then half way down her back.
We are pretty close and even take baths together every now and then, any way this one night as I was getting ready to go take a bath and Emily just got home from staying with her friends for a few nights and so I was talking to her for a bit then asked her if she wanted to take a bath with me and she tells me "yeah, I could go for a bath, just let me put my stuff in our room and I'll be there in a bit." so she went and put her stuff up and stuff while I went to the bathroom to get the bath ready then after a bit she comes in and we chat a bit as we undress and sit in the bath with me on the faucet end and her on the other end facing each other and we relax there for a bit while chatting then we start washing are ourselves and stuff, I ask her if she wants me to help her with her hair and she accepts so she turns around and sits between my legs so I can wash her hair after a bit I felt a some gas and farted a little and we both laugh then she tells me I got one too and I see bubbles come up from behind her and laugh some more and I tell her I can beat that and I let out another longer fart and she starts laughing and I see more bubbles as she laughs and I joke with her, she says she's a little gassy right now, and then we stand up so I can wash the lower end of her hair, well I hear letting out a toot every now and then, after a bit we rise her hair out and sit back down and I start washing her back and see more bubbles then after a bit I tell her I feel a big fart coming and then push down and I hear lots a bubbles behind me for a good second or two, and we both laugh some and she tells me "I think I got pretty good one" and I see her bare down and push a bit then see a bunch of bubbles come up then all of a sudden I hear her going "no no no" and see her tense up and see a turd coming out of her bottom then stop for few seconds and then I hear "I can't hold it!" and see her bend forward a bit and it starts coming out again getting thicker as more came out "ow ow ow" I heard, then it rushed out and left her all happening under 20 to 30 seconds and we both look and see this big long poo, that had to be around 9 to 10 inches long, and pretty thick too, and both stand up fast and she tells me she has go more as she is rushing out of the tub and I see a small piece fall in tub and she sits on the toilet quickly, then hear her going "ow ow ow" and I ask her if she's OK and she tells me "yeah, it's just a little too big" and I could see she was really embarrassed and trying to not cry, I ask she wants me to do anything for her, or leave anything and she tells me "No, just stay here" then a bit quieter "I might be here a bit", I tell her OK and then sit down on the counter and then just sat there trying to think of something to do or say, until finally I ask "So um, uh is this normal?" "I mean do you usually have to go like this?" and she shakes her head embarrassed, then I tell OK and after a bit I say "So..." trying to think of something to say or talk about, and then she says "sorry" I then say "No don't be it's OK, I'm sorry I just don't know what to say or do" and then she said "but I um did that in the tub" I glanced over at the tub and saw the big log laying in the tub, and I quickly said "don't worry, it just surprised me and it didn't touch me or anything" then "um actually it's kind of impressive" I say embarrassed she then "Don't tell me that!" and covering her face with her hands and I giggle a small bit, just as I was about to tell her sorry, she says "but thanks I guess", "I just kind of forgot about using the bathroom because I didn't feel it at the time, and got caught up talking and the bath" I tell her "yeah it's OK, I'm not mad or anything, it's kinda my fault I asked you when you got home and didn't give you a chance" she then tell me "No, it's mine, I should have just gone there, but it was too embarrassing because their bathroom was in between two bedrooms and I could hear them in there pretty easy, so I only peed there" I then say "I see, so I guess that why it's so much, it's been 5 days" then I see her get even more embarrassed and shake her head then after a few seconds "No, it's been..." "um.. well... 10" I then "what? how?" and she says "well umm.. I hadn't really need to go for a couple days then, every time I felt the need to go I was in the middle of something or the bathroom was already in use or something and just forgot then I figured I could just go there but well you know", I then ask "um... so you bout done?" and I hear her begin to pee she tells me "yeah, I think I'm pretty much done just got a small bit more and to pee" then she looks at me a laughs I ask her whats funny and she tells me with a giggle, "you have to go now too, huh?" I say "why do you say that?" and she say "hehe because you can't sit still and you got your hand behind your butt hehe" I tell her "OK, fine just hurry up!" and she just laughs more and I hear something plop and she farts and then she tells me "ok I think I'm done, here" then she looks at me and then gets embarrassed "um.. ok you can go now" as she gets up I ask her whats a matter she and she said "I um.. just realized your going to see what I did in the toilet" and I say "OH hehe, don't worry I'm sure it's impressive" I joke, as I get off the counter, she pushes me back "MIKA!" and I then let out big fart in surprise and she starts laughing as I rush over to the toilet and sit really quick and didn't get a look in the toilet and a feel a poo rush out then pee a bit and then done I get up a look in and see alot of poop, one decent sized log coming out of the drain and then 3 more around it and another long one floating witch was mine, any way that was pretty much it, we cleaned up and stuff, but it just left my curious bout how much so went.Kate
This is my first time posting on here I think so I'm just gonna share a story that happened I wanna say 8-10 years ago when I was 8-11 years old. And thinking about it I was probably 10 at the time. In Elementary School I had a friend named Kylie. She was very pretty with brown hair a slim body about 5'1 and for a 10 year old... had a pretty big bum. At that age I used to think that if you had a big bum you had big poops so I always wondered how big her poops were. We had never talked about pooping before which I usually discussed with my friends after the age of 9. I'd usually say "I have to take a poop" or "Do you wanna come to the bathroom with me I have to poop" to most of my friends but Kylie and I never discussed it... until one day in November. It was the Tuesday right after Thanksgiving and we were on the playground, our other friend Emma wasn't at school that day so it was just me and her at lunch and then at recess. I was on the swings and she sat there in front of me looking uncomfortable. I hopped off and got on my knees close to her and asked "Are you okay" and she says "Can I be honest with you" "Yeah" "I have to poop really badly but I'm scared to" and I was shocked that we finally said something bathroom related to each other, and she said, "I had a lot to eat on Thanksgiving and at lunch and I haven't pooped since Friday but I don't want to go here but I can't hold it anymore" "Do you want to go with me I won't mind" "Yes please I'd love to go with you". We asked a recess aid if we could go in to use the bathroom and she agreed. We went upstairs and to the second closest bathroom which had two stalls and the door could lock. We went in and I went to the sink and fiddled with my hair and saw Kylie holding her bum cheeks together in the mirror. She goes to the back stall and locks the door and her leggings go to her ankles followed by her purple underwear, at that point I thought to myself and remembered that I also hadn't pooped since Friday so I decided to go as well. I pushed my leggings to a little under my knees and sat down. I heard Kylie quietly fart but it was mostly just air, and I silently farted to but it smelt so bad. I heard the door open and saw pink and black Adidas shoes and a lady wearing a blue sweatshirt and I noticed that it was Ms. McKinley, our science teacher. Right when she walked in she says, "pew wee you girls are doing a recess poop in here" and just to be nice I said, "Yes ma'am Thanksgiving hit us hard". My back door opened wide and a big turd slicked out of my bum and dropped in the toilet. I wiped my bum and flushed the toilet and let Ms. McKinley take my stall, she pushed her jeans down to knees and I heard of bunch of diarrhea splash in the toilet very fast. I heard Kylie wipe and flush the toilet and we went back outside to recess.
Jay, it really seems like you and I are the same person! I've had the exact same experiences with my mom especially when I was younger. And that brings me to several stories with my mom lol. Here goes.
Growing up, my mom was the same way and still is at times: always left the door open whether she had to pee or poop. But she never did that when my older brother was around.
One time when I was little we were on a road trip at a rest stop and in one of the stalls there were 2 toilets. A small one and a regular one. We both really had to go so we took advantage of the 2 toilets situation. She pulled her pants down and got on the regular one, and I pulled mine down and got on the smaller one. We both peed at the same time and she had to poop too and so did I. So we both start pushing. She seemed to be having a hard time so I asked "are you having troubles?" and she said "yes but it'll be fine."
I saw her face turning red and scrunched up but I kept effortlessly pushing out my poops. Holding onto the rail beside her, she stood up off the toilet a little bit and looked between her legs. I looked and there was about a foot long poop coming out of her. I said "there's a poopy coming out of you!" and she said "I know. I'll be done in a few minutes." She eventually got done and wiped herself and I wiped myself too when she wiped herself.
I always had an innocent fascination with pee and poop coming out. So when she went to the bathroom I always wanted to watch. In public toilets my mom encouraged me to hover over the toilet instead of actually sitting on it. She did the same thing. It was more of a clear view when she hovered. If the stall was big enough I'd look beside her and see her poop coming. Like I said, sometimes she didn't hover in public toilets, like the time I talked about before. But she always made sure to put a protective toilet seat cover over it before sitting on it.
And then one time I was just playing and my mom was on the computer. She sneezed and her face after that was like an "oh boy" face. I asked her what's wrong and she just said don't worry I'm ok. Then she carefully got up out of the chair and looked on the chair and saw there was a puddle. There was wetness on her pants and she'd obviously peed herself. She took her pants and underwear off and put them downstairs in the dirty laundry. See, being a girl in the house and my brother being out of the house a lot meant she was comfortable with being naked and exposed like that because I was a girl too and obviously she didn't mind my dad seeing. Then she went into the bathroom (I followed her) and sat on the toilet and relieved herself even more. I laughed a little but not in a mean way, and she told me not to laugh.
Another time I was in my room and I walked into my parents bedroom to say goodnight and I see that my mom is walking to the bathroom with her pants and underwear down to her ankles, and I could see she had diarrhea in her underwear, so she sat on the toilet and I just said good night to her then.
Miranda
Mom and daughter toilet habits
My mom was and still is very open about using the bathroom. At home, she remains very casual about sitting on the toilet, often with the door ajar about an inch. Dad would just walk in, open the cabinet next to where she was sitting, pull out the aspirin bottle, and take a couple of them. Then he would lean down, kiss her, and asked if she was waiting for a suppository to move her. It would take me a couple of minutes to finally figure out what "move," "physic" and a couple of other words meant since I was only about 5 or 6 at the time.
A couple of years before that after I had graduated from the kiddie potty and needed to pee when mom was in one of her longer sits, she would widen her legs, slide back on the toilet and make a space for me in front of her. I got use to that and so enjoyed the attention and keeping her company, although my wee would be done fairly fast. I remember once, I think I was in 1st grade and it was right after school and I had just come home and needed to poo. She motioned for me to take the seat. I started pooing as soon as my butt cleared the front of the seat. She seemed surprised and told me it was bad to hold it in. She said I should have gone at school. She asked me a series of questions about bathroom breaks, how Miss Clark handled our bathroom needs, and how many times I had used the bathroom at school that day.
I could tell she wasn't satisfied with some of my answers.
About a year later mom was constipated again and sitting on the toilet when I came home from school. This time she was trimming her pubic hairs. I had to pee, but this time she was more firm with me. She said I should have gone at school and could catch some sort of sickness (now I realize it as a urinary tract infection) for holding my pee. She didn't say my bladder would explode or anything, but my best friend Claudine said her babysitter had to miss an assignment because of some infection she had gotten.
Shortly after that mom started using Claudine has an example. For example, when asked Claudine told my mom during one afternoon snack we were having that she had used the toilet three times that day at school. I had to report only one sit. Then one day when I came home from 3rd grade with a good report card and mom was working in the yard, she knew I was hurrying toward the bathroom. However, she took out her car keys and surprised me with a couple hours of errands. Of course she knew I had to crap. And bad. I had been holding it since lunch. We got about six blocks from home and I started to cry. Mom pulled off the busy street and took a shortcut into a park. I thought she was going to yell at me with another lecture.
Negative. She pulled into this large picnic area. Turned the ignition off. Then she pointed up a small hill and to a restroom building. "Girls on the right. Go!" I knew she was saving me from an embarrassing accident on the seat of our two-month-old car. I hurried into the building. Two dirty toilets with bugs and an odor you could see from the doorway. No partitions. I took the toilet with no pee on the seat, although there was unflushed poo in the bowl. I dropped my underwear, pulled up my green skirt, and placed myself upon a very large and uncomfortable seat. In one poof my poo came out. I did a couple of wipes with this really coarse toilet paper that one of my fingers broke through. I partially washed my hands with a leaky faucet at the one sink. Then I ran outside and down to mom's car.
She smiled, asked if I had learned my lesson and then kissed me. My lesson was learned from that experience. She treated me to dinner at the mall. She and I both peed twice there; both in separate toilets. The next morning she checked my room hamper for my underwear. There was a big streak in mine from the park poop. She showed it to me and said I probably needed to double my number of wipes. Then she embraced me and said I was making progress. Now ten years later as a high school senior I'm trying to break by long-time friend Kennard who almost every day makes a run home to crap before returning to me so we can do our school work together.
Victoria B.
Mirror, Mirror
Hey!
To Taylor: You are so kind! I hope you find yourself a pooping partner as cool as Robyn!
I got out of my morning class today with a sharp urge to poop. Unusually for me I even softly farted during class. It was well-timed and nobody noticed but I still prefer to do most of my farting while sat down on the toilet. Porcelain offers much better acoustics, doesn't it?
I decided to give one of the single occupancy unisex bathrooms in the building a try. I've said that I don't mind a little company in the bathroom before but my behind also has a case of wanderlust and loves to try out new toilets! There were two, one on either side of the hallway, and I was already happy looking at the signs. They both said "Restroom" and instead of the antiquated naked-man-and-woman-in-a-dress there was an image of a toilet instead. So much more representative of people of all (or no) genders!
Anyway, I picked one and hit paydirt right away. There was a sink next to the toilet on one wall and then on the opposite wall, literally right in front of the toilet, was a mirror! How provocative! I took my gray slacks to my ankles and grabbed the blue waistband of my outer space patterned bikini panties and took them down as well before sitting down on the clean white seat. I had peed before class and so I decided to use the extra time to take a nice selfie, complete with protruding tongue and obscene hand gesture. It got sent to Robyn right away with the caption "the ride of my life!"
I got down to business after slaking the silliness and it was all over within ten seconds as three medium-sized logs were pooped out before the water knew what hit it! A fart and then a nice topping of soft serve concluded the transaction. All that was left was the paperwork and this may be TMI but the TP on hand made me glad that I hadn't opted for a thong during this morning's survey of my bra and undies drawer! I'm writing this hours later but my cheeks and bumhole are still voicing their displeasure.
I flushed, got up and dressed again before washing my hands and going on about my day, feeling lighter and happy that I'd felt confident enough about myself to take a big poop right in front of a mirror.
Have any of you ever used a bathroom with a mirror right in front of a toilet?
Love,
Victoria
P>Victoria B.
Toilet gods and goddesses
Hey!
One of my classes this semester is on classical rhetoric. It's dense stuff but I'm enjoying it so far. Anyway, I learned today that the ancient Romans had a goddess who protected their sewer system named Cloacina. She was invoked in times when the system clogged or overflowed. My goddess, in other words!
They also may or may not have had a toilet god named Crepitus, who was invoked when someone had diarrhea or was constipated and couldn't go.
This got me interested and I found out that toilet gods are or were also venerated in Japan, Korea and China. It's interesting because bathrooms for me represent places of safety and comfort and it seems that people across a bunch of different cultures feel the same way!
Love,
Victoria
Bianca
A Quadruple
Hey guys! I've pooped more today than I've done in a while. In total, I pooped 4 times all of which were broken up bits of shit. One of my afternoon loads was gassy at the beginning, and my last was the least amount. It too, was gassy, but the middle poop had the most gas. I don't know about you guys, but I'm sure lots of you have had a broken up quad poop before. Happy pooping to all, and good night.
Toilet accident
I just had kinda an accident while peeing. My bladder was pretty full I guess. I watch myself do my business occasionally, and I decided to do so again tonight. Well, that was a mistake. I got on the toilet, got my pants off, and spread my legs and held my labia open with my fingers. I began to pee, which was fine at first, and then suddenly my pee stream squirts out a bit more and it gets on the toilet seat! I quickly ended my stream and moved back so that it wouldn't happen again. I let go of my labia and just kept peeing as I took some toilet paper and wiped the seat. It happened twice actually! I wiped my lady bits a few times actually, and wiped the floor in front of the toilet and the toilet seat a few times too. Wow! Has this happened to anyone else? When I was younger and was getting my diapers changed, when I was a bit older and more mischievous I sometimes would pee while being changed as soon as my diaper was taken off, and my pee would spray up just like the popular funny thing about boys peeing during diaper changes and getting their pee everywhere. If my bladder really is that full or if I push the pee out that forcefully, it'll squirt like that and I'll end up making a mess!
Mina[ppe]
Dear Victoria
Yes, toilet gods are venerate in Japan. And Indonesia! Do you know Hainuwele? I wrote about her page 2474.
Love, Minappe
Constiguy
Deb & Incontenence Underwear
I am a male but will still contribute. Due to bladder and bowel issues I wear disposable incontenence undies. They are a godsend. They handle leakages of both kinds and you can fart how you like and if you get more than you expected just change your undies. Also, sometimes I have restrictions in my physical movements due to my medical condition and that can make wiping my bottom a difficult slow process. When that happens I only need a couple of wipes and the undies look after the rests. I saw a medical specialist only this week and he wants me to take medicine to improve my bladder incontenence, however, the medicine is likely to make my constipation even worse . I would sooner put up with the present situation with my undies. Give them a try!
Taylor T
A few replies
To Kate- Amazing story I love pooping at school, especially with a friend. When you were going what did you mean by "My back door opened wide and a big turd slicked out of my bum". I've never heard that terminology before but I really like it lol! I should use it sometime.
To anonymous person: I noticed a little while ago use asked if I could share some stories, right now I'm on a road trip so hopefully this will go through to the website and I plan on sharing a lot of stories. I've pooped at school countless times, even at friends houses I poop all the time, I feel like the IKEA story would be really boring, I had one turd about 8 inches long and it wasn't all that exciting, I do have a story that happened last month with my mom's friend and her kids when I was watching them at their house.
To Ohio Toiletstool Fan: My ideal dump is:
1: At home, doesn't matter if people are there or not
2: Sitting on the seat with my pants and underwear around my ankles
3: A big gassy poop coming out of my bum
4: I also like texting my friends when I'm on the toilet
Like I said in one of my first posts, if you saw me in real life I'd look completely normal but behind closed doors I love talking about poops and taking big poops lol.
That's pretty much all I have for now like I said I'm in a road trip from Missouri where I live down to Kansas where my grandfather lives. I'll be staying there for the entire week with my mom taking big gassy poops in my own bathroom and posting about it lmao. And I plan on sharing some stories about other stuff!
Victoria B.
Toilet paper survey!
Hey!
My unpleasant encounter yesterday got me thinking and I decided to do a survey about wiping the slate(s) clean. I'm on the toilet pooping as I write this so bear with me.
1) Wet wipes-yes or no?
(Small plop; crackle, bigger plop)
2) How much do you use per wiping session?
(Two tiny plops and then three more)
3) Are you a folder or a scruncher?
(Crackle splash, crackle splash)
4) What's your brand of choice?
(Soft fart)
5) Do you wipe your butt between your legs or from behind
(Tiny plop)
6) Any notably terrible wiping experiences?
(Still more to go, punctuated by a small fart)
7) What do you do if you've gone and only then noticed that you're stranded without paper?
(Another small piece)
8) Front-to-back or back-to-front?
(Still feels like more)
10) Do you wipe standing up or sitting down?
9) Have you ever flushed paper separate from pee and poop to stop a clog?
10) Do you wipe your front first or your behind first?
(Some mushy stuff)
My answers:
1) No. They don't fully dissolve in water and the last thing I need is more plumbing problems
2) I try to keep it within five pieces for both front and back but sometimes things get messier (Two crackly farts and some more soft-serve)
3) I'm a folder
4) Purple pack Cottonelle Ultra
5) I slide forward on the seat and wipe from behind (I'm done now but I won't get up until I finish these answers)
6) Yesterday is a good example-I went with cotton boy shorts that are super comfy but give me bad pantylines today!
7) I'm not afraid to ask for paper if someone else is in the bathroom but I've also done the pants-down dance to another stall!
8) Front to back since I learned to wipe my own buns
9) Oh yes.
10) I wipe and flush sitting down!
Time to do both of these now!
Love,
Victoria
Jp
Hospital story
I have a hospital story I'm a guy btw and I have only just recently been diagnosed with IBS anyway this story is from a few years ago
I went to the hospital for surgery on my arm and after the surgery I was really of my head from all the drugs and there was a medication they were giving me to help with constipation from one of the other drugs at this time I was 14 and I remember the nurses telling me I can use the portable toilet thing that they put near my bed I spent a few days in the hospital and some alone cause my parents still had jobs so the nurses started to know me but at first I was very uncomfortable with it and I was really embarrassed because of the diarrhea caused by the laxative drug and the fact that I was only seperated from other patients by a curtain but could still see the people directly ahead of me the person who was opposite me changed like every 1 or 2 days
Any at on my first day there the nurses were origannly using bed pans cause I couldn't really walk I was so tired and I've never had to use a bed pan before so that was a weird experience and i remember cause it was pure brown slop it shot out my bum at the first time and landed in the floor cause of the positioning and then I remember it running down the side of my butt cheek and it was really messy but the nurse cleaned it up
Anyway the next day they told me about the portable toilet being placed by my bed so u can try and go by myself and I remember getting up for the toilet now remember I had a hospital gown on with no cloths underneath and as I stood up I walked to close my front curtain so the person opposite couldn't see me and as I was pulling the curtain across I just felt the poo push it self out and it was all just landing in the floor so u called for the nurse to clean up and said sorry but they didn't mind the person opposite me was abit grossed out I think but I knew they were leaving soon anyway
On my second to last night I remember waking up in the morning and I had shit myself in my sleep there was a big sloppy mess on my bed next to me and on my butt cause I sleep on my side anyway after these few days the nurses knew me and I was getting less embarrassed and it makes me think I don't think nurse get enough credit cause the pure mess and smell I caused and they cleaned it up each day and were still so nice they deserve medals or more pay because they do a good job
Sunday, October 20, 2019
Jay, it really seems like you and I are the same person! I've had the exact same experiences with my mom especially when I was younger. And that brings me to several stories with my mom lol. Here goes.
Growing up, my mom was the same way and still is at times: always left the door open whether she had to pee or poop. But she never did that when my older brother was around.
One time when I was little we were on a road trip at a rest stop and in one of the stalls there were 2 toilets. A small one and a regular one. We both really had to go so we took advantage of the 2 toilets situation. She pulled her pants down and got on the regular one, and I pulled mine down and got on the smaller one. We both peed at the same time and she had to poop too and so did I. So we both start pushing. She seemed to be having a hard time so I asked "are you having troubles?" and she said "yes but it'll be fine."
I saw her face turning red and scrunched up but I kept effortlessly pushing out my poops. Holding onto the rail beside her, she stood up off the toilet a little bit and looked between her legs. I looked and there was about a foot long poop coming out of her. I said "there's a poopy coming out of you!" and she said "I know. I'll be done in a few minutes." She eventually got done and wiped herself and I wiped myself too when she wiped herself.
I always had an innocent fascination with pee and poop coming out. So when she went to the bathroom I always wanted to watch. In public toilets my mom encouraged me to hover over the toilet instead of actually sitting on it. She did the same thing. It was more of a clear view when she hovered. If the stall was big enough I'd look beside her and see her poop coming. Like I said, sometimes she didn't hover in public toilets, like the time I talked about before. But she always made sure to put a protective toilet seat cover over it before sitting on it.
And then one time I was just playing and my mom was on the computer. She sneezed and her face after that was like an "oh boy" face. I asked her what's wrong and she just said don't worry I'm ok. Then she carefully got up out of the chair and looked on the chair and saw there was a puddle. There was wetness on her pants and she'd obviously peed herself. She took her pants and underwear off and put them downstairs in the dirty laundry. See, being a girl in the house and my brother being out of the house a lot meant she was comfortable with being naked and exposed like that because I was a girl too and obviously she didn't mind my dad seeing. Then she went into the bathroom (I followed her) and sat on the toilet and relieved herself even more. I laughed a little but not in a mean way, and she told me not to laugh.
Another time I was in my room and I walked into my parents bedroom to say goodnight and I see that my mom is walking to the bathroom with her pants and underwear down to her ankles, and I could see she had diarrhea in her underwear, so she sat on the toilet and I just said good night to her then.Kate
This is my first time posting on here I think so I'm just gonna share a story that happened I wanna say 8-10 years ago when I was 8-11 years old. And thinking about it I was probably 10 at the time. In Elementary School I had a friend named Kylie. She was very pretty with brown hair a slim body about 5'1 and for a 10 year old... had a pretty big bum. At that age I used to think that if you had a big bum you had big poops so I always wondered how big her poops were. We had never talked about pooping before which I usually discussed with my friends after the age of 9. I'd usually say "I have to take a poop" or "Do you wanna come to the bathroom with me I have to poop" to most of my friends but Kylie and I never discussed it... until one day in November. It was the Tuesday right after Thanksgiving and we were on the playground, our other friend Emma wasn't at school that day so it was just me and her at lunch and then at recess. I was on the swings and she sat there in front of me looking uncomfortable. I hopped off and got on my knees close to her and asked "Are you okay" and she says "Can I be honest with you" "Yeah" "I have to poop really badly but I'm scared to" and I was shocked that we finally said something bathroom related to each other, and she said, "I had a lot to eat on Thanksgiving and at lunch and I haven't pooped since Friday but I don't want to go here but I can't hold it anymore" "Do you want to go with me I won't mind" "Yes please I'd love to go with you". We asked a recess aid if we could go in to use the bathroom and she agreed. We went upstairs and to the second closest bathroom which had two stalls and the door could lock. We went in and I went to the sink and fiddled with my hair and saw Kylie holding her bum cheeks together in the mirror. She goes to the back stall and locks the door and her leggings go to her ankles followed by her purple underwear, at that point I thought to myself and remembered that I also hadn't pooped since Friday so I decided to go as well. I pushed my leggings to a little under my knees and sat down. I heard Kylie quietly fart but it was mostly just air, and I silently farted to but it smelt so bad. I heard the door open and saw pink and black Adidas shoes and a lady wearing a blue sweatshirt and I noticed that it was Ms. McKinley, our science teacher. Right when she walked in she says, "pew wee you girls are doing a recess poop in here" and just to be nice I said, "Yes ma'am Thanksgiving hit us hard". My back door opened wide and a big turd slicked out of my bum and dropped in the toilet. I wiped my bum and flushed the toilet and let Ms. McKinley take my stall, she pushed her jeans down to knees and I heard of bunch of diarrhea splash in the toilet very fast. I heard Kylie wipe and flush the toilet and we went back outside to recess.
Taylor
A reply and survey answers
Victoria B - I LOVED your latest story with Robyn, I really admire your friendship. Enjoy pooping with her, it's such a magical moment when you share it with a friend. You may be nervous now but I'm sure it will very quickly fade once you're sat on the toilet.
Bowls:
Do you prefer an elongated or round bowl?
I prefer an elongated bowl but I think that's because it's what I've always had at home.
Public toilets:
White seats or black seats?
Black seats
Do you use toilet paper/seat covers on the seat or do you sit down bare butt?
Bare butt! I always have done and always will.
Which do you prefer, a more flat seat or a contoured seat?
Contoured! Once you try it you can never go back. I love how they seem to hug my butt!
Private toilets:
Flat or contoured seat?
Contoured.
Bare butt or covered seat?
Bare butt.
What's your preferred seat material among plastic, wood, or soft/padded?
Wood.
Cover or no cover on the lid?
No cover.Ol
Mark: Ugh, very relateable. I have SUCH a nosy family.
Katy: Oof, I can't even imagine. I sure hope Samantha can laugh about it now though- ❤
The bathroom is almost like a sacred place to me because it's the only place where I can be alone. I could spend hours on there, and I typically bring a book to read and stuff.
My mom told me a story of how my uncle had a bad habit of sleepwalking. One night he was sleepwalking and mistaked a garbage can as a toilet, peed in it, went back to bed, and had no recollection of it in the morning. But they figured it out- haha.
Question: What are some of the strangest places you've peed?
Happy pooping! Ol
Braidy
Early morning park craps
With fall here and the temperatures getting cooler I'm finding that I'm looking forward to my walk with our dogs each morning to the park. It is great exercise for them as well as me. Oh yes, the highlight is my stop at a coffee shop and my black to-go coffee in my right hand as I walk the dogs. There's one constant: about 30 minutes after I finish my coffee my crap's in the chute and ready to come out. My Adam says it is my best damn laxative and I have to agree. My body first got use to it about 10 years ago when I was in high school and it hasn't lost any of its potency now that I'm coaching and in graduate school. So while I'm crapping, our dogs, which I unleash are romping on the ballfield.
There's this really old brick hut-type building with bathrooms on opposite sides. Well perhaps its not the conventional bathroom--just two toilets out in the open and a sink and mirror close by on the opposite side of the room. Because of my size, I'm 6'6" and my large craps, which my Adam calls "bowl fillers" and he's not exaggerating, I'm always certain to check for toilet paper before I take my seat on the faded black toilet seat on the toilet with a lot of hair-line cracks in the bowl and stains to match. Yesterday I found the toilet paper roll behind each stool was gone, so with my need knocking, I hurried to the other side to get some out of the guys' bathroom. It was about 8:30 and with schools in session and no cars parked nearby I barged into the bathroom. I was totally startled and embarrassed to find a boy, probably about 7 or 8 with a backpack in front of his spread legs sitting on the toilet. He not only was surprised because of my interruption, but also I think because of my size.
I asked permission to go to the far-side toilet and pull off some toilet paper. He said that was fine and seemed to laugh a little as I looked the other way, pulled down a generous amount, and hurriedly walked by him looking the other way. Sitting on the cold seat back in my bathroom seemed a little different, but I know my body heat and embarrassment was high. It was a ring-stretcher that took about 3 minutes in a slow slide to exit and as I looked between my legs into the water, I saw what an enormous contribution it was. Since I was a little sore, I saw a few minutes longer until the dogs came chasing one other in and around in front of me. When Sneaker calmed down, he began sniffing my black thong which was between my legs on the concrete floor level. I used every bit of the paper for wiping, although I did a preliminary flush before starting my wipe since I didn't want to stop up the stool for the next user.
When I exited the boy was just cutting through the picnic table area in front of me. Again I apologized and he was invited to come and pet our dogs. He declined. I think their large size was a factor. But we did have a brief conversation. He shares a one bathroom house with five sisters and said he would have to get up at 5 a.m. in order to beat his mom and sisters to the bathroom. I asked about waiting until he got to school, but again he just shook his head and I took that to mean he doesn't have confidence to use the bathroom when he's around his friends. I knew of girls who had that attitude back in grade school, too, but I was surprised that its a guy issue too.Marie, the girl patterns seem to be more varied.
Imogen
What's that saying...
... "like a rabbit in headlights"? I was, at the worst possible moment...
I was on my way back from a night out and as usual after a while needed a wee. So I squatted in an alleyway, behind a bin, and was weeing onto the ground, when all of a sudden I was lit up! A van was turning into the alleyway with lights on... they must have seen me, really embarrassing!!
Victoria B.
Toilet gods and goddesses
Hey!
One of my classes this semester is on classical rhetoric. It's dense stuff but I'm enjoying it so far. Anyway, I learned today that the ancient Romans had a goddess who protected their sewer system named Cloacina. She was invoked in times when the system clogged or overflowed. My goddess, in other words!
They also may or may not have had a toilet god named Crepitus, who was invoked when someone had diarrhea or was constipated and couldn't go.
This got me interested and I found out that toilet gods are or were also venerated in Japan, Korea and China. It's interesting because bathrooms for me represent places of safety and comfort and it seems that people across a bunch of different cultures feel the same way!
Love,
Victoria
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Desp2poo great story the 4 of you were beyond desperate at least you all got to a toilet in time even with seconds to spare in some cases.
To: Juliette From France it sounds like you had a pretty rough time but at least you had a nice view while you pooped.
To: Victoria B great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Constiguy
Hospital Worker
The stories I have, compared to yours are very bland. I have two lame stories the first being I had a small procedure the year before last and the nurse wanted me to use the bathroom . She waited just outside the door whilst I had a poo. A couple of years earlier I had a bladder procedure and after it the nurse wanted me to wee . I was shakey on my legs so she sat me on the toilet whilst I did the required wee whilst she watched. Those sort of things do not worry me in the slightest. I have been to a therapist for enemas for constipation a number of times. It was nowhere near as dramatic as your episode but I had not been so long without a BM. Nonetheless when you have had three years enemas in the one session you know about it!!!! Thanks again for your post .
Deb
Grand Bend
Hello. My name is Deb and I have posted a few times here before.
Now that I am in my 40's and since we had our daughter last year, I am finding that it has put me into early menopause which makes my periods very unpredictable. I am also finding that I am almost constantly bleeding so I have to wear a pad all the time to avoid any embarrassing leaks. It has also had a terrible effect on my bowels, giving me the worst diarrhea I have ever experienced.
This past weekend my husband, daughter and I drove to Grand Bend to visit with my parents for Thanksgiving. We went just went for the day on Saturday. Before we left London, we stopped at this thrift clothing store. While we were walking around I felt a gush or blood pour out of me, soaking my pad. My husband asked, "Are you okay!" I said "No, I just had a gush. I need a toilet right away."
Luckily, this store had customer washrooms, so I made my way to the Ladies' Room, still bleeding badly. I pulled down my jeans and hipster panties and saw that my pad was soaked. It had already started leaking on both sides at the back, beyond the wings. I checked my purse for a pad to change into, but to my utter disbelief, I forgot to pack extra pads.
I pulled up my jeans and panties along with my soaking wet pad and went to find my husband and daughter. I told him that I needed to go over to Shoppers Drug Mart to buy some pads. On our way out of the Thrift store, I stopped to buy some black tights. Fortunately, they also had a package of three bikini panties, so I bought them as well.
I went over to Shoppers and bought some Always Overnight Ultra Thins. We then stopped at A&W so I could finally change my pad. Since my hipster panties and jeans were also stained from my accident, I changed them as well.
On our drive, my period was still going strong, but my bowels were really acting up as well. A really bad cramp hit me and I let out a moan. My husband asked, "What's wrong? Are you still bleeding heavily?" I said "No! I'm having diarrhea. I need a toilet!" Right then, a shot of diarrhea poured out of me, instantly filling my new bikini panties. I could feel the mess soaking into my overnight pad. I kept having the runs for the entire one hour drive to Grand Bend. By the time we got to my parents house, my new panties and tights were filled. My pad was a total right off as well.
I decided to have a shower to get properly cleaned up and put my tights and two pairs of panties in the wash. I had to put my jeans back on, even though they were stained from my leak at the thrift store.
Throughout the day, I was soaking through a pad almost every hour. The diarrhea was still bad too and a few times I let some out on my pad.
The drive back to London was terrible as well. I had another accident with my pad leaking and I was still having diarrhea as well. It was horrible.
Before I go, I have a question for the ladies here...
If you are now in that stage of life where you are peri-menopausal, are you having the same issues that I am? If so, what are you doing to cope with it?
As you can see from this story and my other posts, I have had accidents before both with my period leaking and having diarrhea in my pants. I always try to have lots of supplies with me along with a change of pants and panties. How about everyone else?
Thank you.
Deb.Bianca
Ideal Dump
To Michael W: I thought I'd contribute my ideal dump..
1. It should have a surprising consistency as long as it's not alarming (such as having blood).
2. I enjoy sitting with my feet on the floor, not leaned over much, and door closed.
3. I enjoy multiple movements.
On to my story! Today I had a medium sized breakfast, and took 2 dumps. They were kind of sludgy, and stinky. I'm sure it looked like mush. I wiped a moderate amount, and felt satisfied. Interestingly, last night I dreamed of having this same poop consistency, but I was at my old house about to take a shower. Bye, hope you enjoy my contribution.Marie
Goodnites
So this is question for people who also occasionally wear goodnites on here or have children that do. Which has cooler patterns in your opinion Boy's or Girl's goodnites?
Mina[ppe]
page 755
I just discovered another Mina on this site!! She is on page 755. She is not me!! Please you don't confuse.
Love from your very own Mina
P.S. From now I write my name Mina[ppe] every time, so you don't confuse with other Mina. And Juliette....I found out that French people read my name different, so please imagine that there is accent on e of Minappe. Acute accent maybe.Mark
Thin Walls
I'm so uncomfortable right now... it's 1 in the morning and i'm sitting here squirming in the chair because I know I need to go. My stomach is cramping and I can just feel it there. But I can't ever get any privacy here to let it out in peace.
I woke up at 10:30 today having not "gone" for three days, and immediately knew it was waiting. But of course my roommate was taking what seemed like an hour long shower, and by the time I had got control and they were out, the need had left. Now it's late enough at night that everyone else is asleep, and every time I go to the bathroom at this time of night, I ALWAYS hear one of them wake up and go in immediately after me. I don't want to wake someone up with my bathroom noises, it's too embarrassing.
Ugh. I need to GO. I can literally SMELL how bad I need to go, because I can barely stop farting. But there's no way i'm going to risk waking anyone up for them to go in the bathroom immediately after me and smell it or know what I was doing. All I want is for them to leave the house for fifteen minutes or so just so I can go without anyone around. Why is that so much to ask? I shouldn't have to hold it this long!
Jay
My Mom Pooping on the Toilet
I remember at 8 or 9 years old, my mom got off the toilet to answer the phone with her pants around her ankles. She had diarrhea and the smell went throughout the whole house. I didn't see the inside of the toilet, but I do remember seeing her with her pants down and shit dripping off her ass cheek. Mind you, my mom was/is overweight. I wasn't trying to look, but she was in her room with the door open and I glanced over and slightly vomited.
Another time when I was 13 or 14, my mom was had diarrhea again (the smell of her shit would burn my nose) and she was on the toilet in master bedroom. Her cellphone was ringing and she was expecting an important call. As she was shitting with the door open, she calls my name and tells me to come in the bathroom. As soon as I walk in, the smell was almost unbearable and I hear her shit splattering in the toilet bowl. She tells me to hand her the phone... so I leave and when I come back she start wiping her ass and I see a glimpse off the toilet paper she used. I hand her the phone and immediately leave.
My mom would always use the toilet with the door open no matter if she had to piss or shit. The sounds of her farting and her shitting were nasty. And she would sit there for 30 minutes and sometimes up to an hour. It was horrible lolConstiguy
Female Student. and. Mina
Your post was realistic and earthy. Yes, we all do it so it should be enjoyed. I have not done a. "Bush poo " for a very long time . I prefer to find a low fallen branch and sit over it and " let nature take its course". The only problem Female Student is that I might not poo fast enough and fall too far behind in the group. Some of my best poos have been outdoors. I find it liberating and envigourating !!!! Once I had a laxative poo and left a pool if what looked like a flood of caramel sauce. I actually did it three times on that particular morning. As to Mina's post I would give a lot to go into a public toilet.... drop my pants and sit and have a big, big diarrhoea. I really need a clean out. As to your friend with constipation have you ever tried putting a lubricated finger up her bottom whilst she pushes. It helps me but you need to find someone who will do that.Shygirl
Boyfriend's Bad Belly
One thing you should know about my boyfriend is that he never goes to the toilet during the night unless he's got problems with his belly. We made love last night and laid cuddling afterwards when his belly started to make gurgly noises. After a few minutes he told me he was suffering with bad belly ache and started rubbing his bloated guts. He belched a couple of times then farted loudly.
'Aw baby are you okay?' I gently rubbed his neck. 'I don't know, my belly really hurts' he groaned, shifting around, clearly very uncomfortable. I gently rubbed his growling belly for him until he eventually fell asleep. I was woken at 0430 by him jumping out of bed and running out the room, clutching his bum. I heard a loud splash in the bathroom: he was having watery diarrhoea.
I knocked gently on the bathroom door, 'baby do you need me to get you anything?' I asked. He sounded really embarrassed as he asked me for some water. I slowly opened the door and passed him the glass. He looked really uncomfortable so I slowly began rubbing his neck and held his hand. 'I'm sorry' he moaned as sloppy sounding liquid splattered the bowl.
'it's OK you'll feel better once it's out' I reassured him. He smiled briefly as more runny poo fell out of him. 'you're so sweet' he kissed me. Eventually the evacuations became less frequent and he felt well enough to go back to bed.
'I'm really sorry, I didn't know I was going to have diarrhoea or I'd have warned you not to stay' he looked mortified. 'then I wouldn't be able to look after you' I pointed out. He smiled and fell asleep with me cuddling him.
As soon as his work alarm went off he ran to the toilet for an explosive poo. The whole car journey he was complaining of belly ache and releasing very potent farts. As we got there he moaned and grabbed his belly, 'baby I REALLY need another poo' he cried. He ran straight to the staff toilets for the next round.
Victoria B.
Response
Hey!
I wanted to write to everyone to say that Robyn's doing better now. She was prescribed something that caused her to get so constipated. She told her doctor about it and they took her off that particular medication! It made us even closer but honestly I would've helped anyone out on the toilet in the same situation. It just happened to be my best friend and, Mina, I thought of you, Maholin, Kazu, and Chae while it was happening.
Robyn told me that she wanted me to poop for her and I said yes. She also said she'd hold my hand, plunge or even wipe for me so everyone here will have that to read about soon. I'm nervous but also excited!
Love,
Victoria
Erin B.
Nursing school Bathroom
Hey guys! Today I have a story about a dump I had during my first of nursing school.
So this morning I go to school at about 8 and had class at 8:15. When I got class I could feel pressure in my stomach but didn't think it was anything big. So class goes on and by the time class ends my stomach felt so full and bloated. I had a big breakfast with lots of coffee so that's probably what caused my stomach to hurt. After class ended I told my friends I meet up with them later and went straight to the bathroom down the hall. The nursing building is fairly new but you'd be surprised with how dirty and get sometimes. I went into the bathroom and it had 10 stalls with most of them in use. There were some people pooping and others peeing. I found an open stall and went in. Like I said before it gets surprisingly dirty! There was unflushed poop in the toilet so I flushed it and it went down. I pulled down my blue scrubs and panties to my knees and sat down. My neighbor on my right was quiet and was just sitting there. I got settled and started peeing. My pee lasted about 15 seconds then I pushed and this long log made its way out with a really ripe smell and fell with a plop in the toilet. I pushed some more and I cracked out some more poop with about 4 plops in succession. Meanwhile, my neighbor was grunting and I could hear some crackling with 2 plops. The stall on my left had been empty until this person hurried in and sat down quick. I heard their butt hit the seat and their pee stream was very strong. They had a soft fart with 3 small plops at the end. The bathroom smelled pretty bad as lots of girls have to poop at this time of day. As I pushed some more I looked in the bowl and saw my huge log snake around the bowl. I felt some more in me and pushed out a 2 more medium length logs with some soft farts as they came out. My neighbor on my right was wiping and used a lot of toilet paper. The person on my left was quiet and I guess she was just waiting for us to leave. I felt down and started to wipe. I used 4 wads of toilet paper with a lot of wipes to clean myself. I got up and pulled back up my scrubs and panties and went to the sinks. I ran into the person on my right and I actually had my last class with her! She was a short brunette with a fairly small body and was really nice. We both just smiled at each other and went on with our days!
Well that's all I have for today! Hope y'all enjoyed!