FR boy
Outdoor pooping
I like reading stories about outdoor pooping. Last summer (not this year) I went with my parents and sister on a car trip to Scandinavia. We had rented a van. My parents slept in the van and my sister and I slept in a tent. Sometimes we camped at ordinary camping sites but very often we just camped at a nice spot in the forests or mountains. There was a toilet in the van but I think we all tried to avoid using it. We rather went to toilet somewhere in nature. We did not really talk about it. I think especially my mother is shy about such things. She hates if anyone should hear some sounds or register the smell. I think she never used the toilet in the van for pooping. She rather went for a "short walk in the forest" as she said! I am quite sure that her main purpose was to poop because when just peeing she mostly did that just behind the van. I certainly did not spy at her but once I accidentally saw her squat with shorts at the knees. Later I went over there and saw that she had left the load just onto the ground. I once also on distance spotted my father squatting with a bare bum. I never saw my sister poop but I know that she did because I sometimes saw her waste after visiting the bushes. My father also once was discovered by somebody else when pooping. He did not tell me but just made a comment on it to my mother which I heard. I was once spotted by a woman running up just behind me. She smiled and said sorry. I am not sure if my sister and my mother was spotted but I do not think so. But a few times I spotted other campers squatting somewhere around (always on distance), but my sister once walked just in on a man squatting behind a stone up in the mountains.
>Catherine
Happy Thanksgiving!
To all of my friends in the USA, Happy Thanksgiving! I know things are different this year, so we may not have that post-Thanksgiving memorable dump. But if you doo, please share!
Have a great day!
Love,
Catherine!
Thursday, November 26, 2020
Mike P
Sharing
I once shared a one-person restroom with another guy. I thought it would be awkward at first but it turned out not to be at all. I was in my early 20's and I was out somewhere waiting in line for the restroom. I had to go really bad, and like I said it was the kind that only had one toilet. There was another guy waiting in line ahead of me, I would say that he was in his 20's, maybe early 30's. I had been talking with him while we waited so he seemed pretty cool. I wondered if he would let me go ahead of him. I told him that I needed to use the bathroom really bad. He said that he really needed to also, but then he said that if I was ok with it, we could share the bathroom. At first I wasn't sure what he meant by that. I assumed he meant that we would both pee in the toilet at the same time. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. But then he said that what he meant was that I could pee in the toilet and he would go ahead and pee in the sink. At first I was surprised at that idea but then I thought about it and finally said "sure." And so that's what we did. His turn came up and so he went in, and I went in with him. I knew it must have looked odd that we both went in, but at that point I didn't care. He immediately went up to the sink and got ready to pee in it. I went up to the toilet and got ready to have my pee. I said that if he wanted I could use the sink and he could use the toilet. But he said he didn't mind using the sink. Then he started to pee. It sounded like he was peeing in a urinal. I too started to pee in the toilet. We kept peeing until we were all finished.
Marie
To Sherryl
Can you tell me about your niece who poops in her toy box?
-Marie
biggalpooper
Just my second post.. constipation sent me to the ER!
I really enjoy reading this website but I've only posted once, a long time ago it seems like! Time is moving slowly. Unfortunately my hubby and I lost our jobs due to covid restrictions. But we're lucky enough to get enough money from our unemployment insurance to be ok while we look for jobs.
I'm trying to be positive but it's hard sometimes. I'm sure many of you have had your lives changed too. But all these issues impacted my digestive system and I got so constipated that I had to go to the hospital!
I have been eating unhealthy food and not moving as much since I was laid off from work. At first I didn't notice, but then I realized I was only pooping every other day and had a lot of pain and cramps (I had constipation problems in college, which was the story I told awhile ago) and I started to get worried, which made me anxious and feel worse, a bad cycle.
A few days ago, I woke up with a super bloated stomach (even for a larger girl like me) and was in a lot of pain. I moaned and rubbed my stomach, which woke up my husband. He asked what was wrong and I suddenly realized I hadn't been able to poop at all in 5 days! I told him this and he said he'd run to the pharmacy for prune juice and suppositories.
I sat on the toilet while he was gone and managed nothing but a few farts, even after straining and pushing.
I was so desperate for relief that I drank an entire large container of prune juice and dashed to the bathroom, stripped down to nothing but a sports bra and inserted two suppositories. "That'll do the trick!", I told my hubby. I made him lunch (I decided to skip for obvious reasons) and we watched most of a football game before I suddenly had a HUGE, horribly painful stomach cramp. I moaned loudly and doubled over. My hubby rushed over and correctly assumed I needed to sit on the toilet. I once again stripped waist down and sat on the toilet.
It took a minute, but I got hit with another hard and painful cramp and I pushed to get the poop, gas, whatever it was out but nothing came out. I pushed and rocked grunted for what hubby said was at least an hour before he came in to insist I should go to the hospital. He was worried I might have a bowel obstruction like his grandma had gotten. I really didn't want to go but I felt like I was dying. DH helped me get dressed with a few pauses as I got assailed by cramps.
The ER was 15 minutes away but I ran straight to the public bathroom in the waiting area. I sat and strained for a few minutes to no avail.
I had the great experience of, between painful bowel cramps, tell a receptionist, three nurses and two doctors that I had horrible diarrhea cramps but couldn't get anything to come out. After I told them about the prune juice, the doctor said I had stimulated my stuffed bowels but probably had a large stool near my bottom that was blocking it.
I cried as the doctor used two lubricated fingers to dig some large chunks out of my butt. He said it was a very large blockage but he'd gotten a lot out. He ordered a soapy enema to help me finish going.
I was already shaking and sweating and still having horrible bowel cramps that made me loudly moan in pain even though I tried not to be loud, since I was only separated from other people with curtains. I didn't even have my hubby with me due to covid regulations but I'm glad he wasn't there to see what happened next.
I was a backless hospital gown when the nurse came with a big red enema bag with a balloon attachment (I've had them before) and a bedside toilet with a garbage bag attached that I would "go" in! I had to use portable toilets in hospital before but the nurse said they do it this way now, but didn't explain. She did explain that I had to get on the bed on all fours with my butt in the air to administer the enema. She would inflate the balloon so I could retain for 30 minutes and then empty my bowels.
I knew it would hurt a lot but I didn't have a choice. The tube went in ok, but I had to stop for a break at least 4 times. I begged her to stop, that I was exploding. It felt like my stomach was exploding!!
Then she inflated the balloon and I couldn't help but scream "OWW" and cry. I was in sooooo much pain. My stomach looked like I was pregnant. I felt like I needed to use the toilet and spent a lot of those 30 minutes crying and saying "Please let me poop, Oh my God, I'm exploding, I need the toilet so bad!!" My nurse tried to calm me down and I knew other people could probably hear but every muscle was begging me to push out the shit.
FINALLY, the nurse got me out of bed and led me to the bedside toilet. As soon as she deflated the bulb, I grabbed the handles and pushed as hard as I could. I vaugely heard the nurse sat she'd check on me later but I didn't care.
I grunted hard as some enema water and poop and farts exploded into the attached bag. I felt some relief until a HUGE poop, the blockage I guess, started moving down.
I knew I'd have to get this out of me. I turned my bedside commode slightly towards the bed so I could put my socked feet on the lowered side of the bed to help me in a squat like position. I was already hot and sweating. I gathered the gown just above my big bloated belly and I SAW the cramping muscles! I grabbed the handles and pushed. I pushed, grunted, strained so hard that I was shaking until an enormously wide piece of poop stretched me open. I started breathing harder and crying but all I could do was push hard. I can't imagine what the other poor patients thought! "HNGGGGG!!! OWWWWW!! IT HAS TO COME OUT! OWW IT'S STUCK!!"
FINALLY, the widest part of the turd had passed, but it was still fat and very long. I pushed hard for awhile longer and the turd had narrowed more as the nurse checked in. She got a wet cloth for my face and asked me to lean forward so she could check me. She gasped when she saw my behind and turd. "I can't imagine how much that hurt! I've never seen one that wide!" she exclaimed.
The blockage was finally out of me, but I was still very full. I went from the huge blockage (nurse later said at least 4in wide) to a barrage of larger logs, then had major cramps come back as I pooped out more soft serve type of poop and finally the diarrhea that I created by drinking all that prune juice. The cramps started to hit harder then, and I was just holding on as my stomach, butt, and leg muscles reacted to each cramp and the very loud barrage of diarrhea and farts that resulted.
The nurse came by a few times to see if I was done, and each time clearly saw I was not done. Finally, she came in as I was finally catching my breath and released nothing but a few farts. I was so weak that she had to get another nurse to help clean me up and get me back into bed.
My jaw dropped when I saw how full I had made the full sized garbage bag that they had attached to the bedside toilet. The second nurse said "You poor thing! You must feel better now, at least!" I assured her I did.
After I was discharged, my hubby said I looked like a whole new woman! I promised both him and the doctor to eat healthier and poop daily. I've done so every day since! I do not ever want to get that constipated ever!!
Unknown
In what poop category have you been brought up ?
In my opinion there are 4 categories of families.
-Category 1 is secretive, pooping is never mentioned and it appears nobody even does.
-Category 2 mentions pooping, for example my father or sister tell us they are going to have a shit. This is my category
-Category 3 shameless, pooping with doors open, pooping while talking on the phone or talking with SO or kids while doing it.
-Category 4 totally shameless poopers, can go in front of or in the presence of everybody (meaning pooping without hiding sounds in busy public toilets)
So in what category did you people belong when growing up and if already adult did you adopt this category in your new family or are you now in a different category?
So as I said I'm in category two. I mostly inform I'm going to take a poo but I can't stand it when someone is walking in the hallway while I do my business, I just wait till I think nobody can hear me going. Same for public toilets.
Catherine
Responses
Victoria B: Now you made me cry! Though we'll never know each other personally, you've always seemed like someone who cares, wants to make a difference, and live a good life. We just have this "thing" with pooping, and that's OK! May your life and positive energy overflow onto the loved ones around you, especially Robyn! (Have you ever thought of sharing this site with her?).
Shannon: Yes, the accident at the gas station is one that I could definitely relate to! When I've had the three solid accidents when I was alone, I did not clean up immediately. I felt this weird euphoria that was amazing. I know it was a matter of minutes before cleaning, but it definitely wasn't immediate. I'm sorry about the first one though.
You asked what I would do if I had a solid poop accident in front of my coworkers. I would probably be embarrassed, but I hope not to the point of hysteria. I would cry for sure. I did cry a little when I was having issues with farting out loud while working. I could not control the gas until I started doing Kegel exercises daily (maybe it was a casualty of giving birth?). But it was embarrassing. I am so rigid in my routine that I could not foresee having an accident at work unless I had an attack of diarrhea. I always go in the morning and evening. It's just the way I am...
Also, with your second post, I've never had a girlfriend that I would discuss this with. Glad that you had a little bit of bonding. I've said on this forum before, "There are those who have pooped their pants and there are those who are lying!"
Bianca: It sounds if your body reacts well to Prune juice! Glad you had some substantial and satisfying bowel movements!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Rosalynne
School toilet paper is too coarse!
I've written before about how I'm having a problem adapting to the new toilet paper my urban high school has switched to using this year. You see, I usually have my craps at least three or four mornings a week during my 2nd hour study hall. Because I'm not as rushed then as I was as a freshman when I had to crap during a class change period when each bathroom on all four levels is jammed, my situation is getting worse than better. Last year each cubicle had a roll of normal toilet paper on each wall of the cubicle. I loved the convenience. But that was taken out over the summer and every toilet is now equipped with a container of toilet paper squares. Each square is about 1/2 the size of my smart phone. I know I'm kind of a klutz, but after I pull down a square to start wiping with from my seat, one of my fingers--often the middle one--pierces the paper and I end up with soft crap on it. Sometimes this happens two or three times during one wipe session and I might have to pull down 7 or 8 pieces just to come close to getting myself clean. Sometimes during PE class my friend Nichole will see while we're in the locker room that my undies are marked. Nichole doesn't like the new toilet paper either, but she doesn't get her fingers messy with it either. She's also showed me how I can guide my wipe using my thumb more. But as a klutz I just haven't had much success with that either. Also, she pulls off a couple of the folded brown hand towels above the sink, tears them up and wipes with them. But they are large and heavy and clog the toilets up. Sometimes while Nichole and I are seated on the locker room benches and dressing, she will say my arse looks pretty raw. Yes, it does and it hurts when I perspire later in the day. The other day as we were riding home on the school bus, she could see how uncomfortable I was. Then when I got home, my mom had 4 of my stained pairs of underwear laying out. Then she made her usual speech about Rosalynne Rae taking the time to clean herself better. That doesn't make me feel any better, especially on like Friday afternoon when Nichole and I were waiting and I went back into the school with gas and a bit of a second crap. While seated my 3rd hour science student teacher came rushing in, dropped her thick set of keys with her and her boyfriend's picture on it to the floor. She did a good pee first and then laid her crap out. She stood, did a couple of wipes, pulled up her jeans, flushed and exited. She washed her hands, wiped them, and then went hurrying out. Would I do anything to have that much grace in meeting the needs of my body.
Neil
Ex-girlfriend's dumps
Around 2011 I had a few months long relationship with a British-Pakistani girl named Maryam, she was 24-25 at the time. She was about 5'5", hot, skinny, she had quite conservative parents - she didn't tell them she was seeing a white boy. After a while she was quite open about going to the toilet, there were three times I remember her having a poo.
The first, we had met up in town and gone back to my apartment, as I was opening the door she said "I really need the toilet!". She went into the small bathroom and closed the door. I didn't hear anything but a few minutes later after she'd flushed, washed her hands and opened the door I was waiting to go in. She said "you might want to leave it 5 minutes", I walked in anyway and there was an unpleasantly strong smell of poo, she was a bit embarrassed.
Around that time she got into a habit of having a poo as soon as she got to mine after work. Once, when she'd been in there a while, I asked "can I come in?" as she never locked the door. She said "ok" so I sat on the bath next to her. I could tell from the smell she'd already started her crap, I leaned over a bit to look at the back of her brown-skinned bottom over the toilet bowl and she said "don't, it'll smell bad back there!". Then she sat fidgeting a bit, said "Neil can you leave, I need to go some more..." so I left the room. About 20 minutes after she'd finished, I went back into the bathroom, she said "it'll still be gross in there, sorry", sure enough there was still a rotten stench. She stood at the door as I brushed my teeth, wrinkled her nose and laughed with embarrassment.
The third one, she'd been to visit her family in Pakistan (both her parents were from there, she was born in Pakistan and moved to England as a child). She used to apparently get constipated from the food there apparently, the night she got back and was round at mine she was saying how she hadn't taken a dump for a few days and was worrying about it. She took a laxative, saying it would probably work by the morning. The next morning I remember her being up and about as I lay in bed, then I heard as she went into the toilet, banged the toilet seat down slightly hurriedly, next I heard was a fart followed by a loud plop and a sigh. After a few moments I decided to get up and see if I could go in to see her, as I walked in a wave of foul smell hit me and she said "don't come in, it absolutely stinks in here!", I could see her sitting on the toilet looking up at me slightly panicked, she seemed a bit distressed at letting go several days of turds so I left her alone. I don't think she ever realised how much I enjoyed these incidents.
Bianca
Seed Shells
Hi folks on this wonderful website! Today I ate several sunflower seeds whole, and I swear I felt the shells in my poop. It didn't hurt, but felt sharp somewhat as if tiny peices of hard bits were in it. This poop was semi chunky, and about medium amount. Even my tongue is still feeling the aftereffects of the seed shells, but my butt is all good from that poop. I don't remember such a number 2 from the last time I ate sunflower seeds with shells, so I probably thought I felt them because of a greater amount. Despite the odd sensation, the "sunflower poop" was still nice. My later poop was chunky too, but it felt normal coming out with no more mild sharpness. To the poster who wrote that their grandma pooped in a diaper in the kitchen, your description of the oder sounds like she stunk the place up. Sorry about the feeding tube. I thought this would give her diarrhea, so when you wrote that she pushed over a sink, I was surprised. Bye to all of you.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Bianca great set of stories it sounds like you had some good poops.
To: Taylor great story about you and Jennifer it sounds like both had good poops.
To: Victoria congrats I bet you guys are gonna many great adventures together.
To: Christina great story about Lindsay's big poop I bet she felt better after that.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Andrew
First Post
After lurking for a short while, I've decided to make my first post here. I'm a 23 year old man, 5'7", and pretty muscular. I got into lifting a few years ago and I'm really trying to bulk up, so I'm currently eating about 3,200 calories a day. Needless to say, this has the effect of making my movements pretty damn big.
When I started eating more my sophmore year of college I was pretty dumb about it and just recklessly ate anything I came across. This obviously wrecked my intestines for a bit and led to some interesting events. The questionable food in the dining hall didn't help. Here's the story of the first time I realized my new habits would have some painful consequences.
I had gone about three days without pooping, compared to my usual habit of once a day. I wasn't feeling it too much yet, but I was getting concerned about how big it would be and starting to feel a little heavy. Sitting in my morning psych class, my stomach out of nowhere started making ungodly noises. In addition to the normal embarrassing grumbling, it made loud percolating noises that made it pretty obvious it wasn't hunger. It was an important lecture, so I couldn't leave, and I didn't feel the need to go to the bathroom or even fart yet, so there was no clear way to quiet it down. I quietly made myself burp and tried to surrepticiously rub my belly, but it didn't seem to help and I was getting glares.
I finally got embarrassed enough to just leave class and hope it'd sort itself out quickly. Walking back to my dorm, I could feel something shifting inside of me and the onset of some mild cramps. I had a potbelly that was visible through my shirt. I made some coffee and lied on my knees with my butt up, which helped a little. I was able to let out a few hissing farts, but my aches were only getting worse. I finally sat up and gave myself a forceful massage as I drank my coffee. This seemed to move it along, and I let out a gut-wrenching three-second fart that made me sprint to the toilet.
The pressure in my gut had suddenly become blinding, and I had to take some deep breaths before trying to push. I moaned as I pushed out a sputtering fart and the tip of my first log. It stung, but I figured it was like ripping off a bandaid, so I bore down harder. I was panting like a woman giving birth, struggling to inch out this murderously large turd. With every bit of progress I could feel its knobby texture scratching at my anus, until I finally blasted it out with a loud, vocal grunt. I sighed in relief, barely cognizant of the mush pouring out of me until about a minute after it ended. I had to sit and recover for a few minutes before wiping. I was out of breath, my asshole was stinging like hell, and I was still occasionally breaking short wind. When I went to wipe I saw blood on the toilet paper, confirming my guess that it'd ripped me a bit. I'd guess the first log was about 2.5"-3" thick and 8" long, with watery stool forming a substantial pile over it and making the water murky. I had to flush twice.
I was too sore to thoroughly wipe the absolute mess of my ass, and I had to shower to rinse it off. I was bloated the rest of the day and had mild diarrhea two more times.
Mina
Dear Victoria
I and my friends are happy for you! We hope you have happy time together for ever and ever and ever. When you live together? I think not now because you write, "her bathroom" so it is a different from your bathroom. I hope you live together soon, if you want. You can have bath together and go to loo together and do everything together. But of course it is best you do what you want to do. We hope you are both happy always.
Love to you and Robyn.
from MKMH
Kaycha
Pee problems
My name is Kaycha (Kai-shei). I suffered from wetting problems most of my childhood into middle school. I honestly didn't mean to but I had a bad habit of waiting til the very last second and then, too late, rushing to the bathroom with piss wetting my panties. I can't even count how many accidents I had on my way to the bathroom and in the bathroomxwhen I was doing the potty dance desperately trying to unbutton my jeans. My parents were patient until I was in first grade but then they realized no other kid came home so frequently with a Wal-Mart bag of wet clothes. My dad started spanking me for it. I felt traumatized and helpless. It seemed like I was forever trying to get through the day with dry pants and was hit and miss as far as success went. But some days and weeks were better than others. Even in 3rd and 4th grade I came home from school with either a "wet pants" bag or wet pants from having had an accident on the bus. I would try hard to hold it but more often then not ended up losing the battle. I never seemed to remember to go potty before getting on the bus. In 5th grade my fed-up parents asked my teacher to start reminding me to go every two hours but she refused, stating that I was far too old to need help with toileting. And so I still had accidents. One I particularly remember wetting at my desk. I knew I needed to go but we weren't allowed to leave class during a test. My need got stronger and i began to wiggle and squirm. I was particularly bad at spelling so my test took longer than most. A trickle of pee and the all-too-familiar feeling of my panties getting warm and damp told me I wouldn't make it too the toilet. I couldn't concentrate on my spelling. I held my crotch with one hand as tears filled my eyes. Then my crotch and bottom grew very warm and wet as I flooded my seat and it began to run off my chair onto the floor. I was sent to the office and unfortunately didn't have a change of pants as I hadn't wet myself in about 3 weeks. I felt like a failure. I had been so proud of those 3 weeks. My mom arrived at school with dry pants and panties. I could tell she was angry and embarrassed. I was signed out of school, taken home and paddled. She told me that if I ever wet my pants again, my dad would whip me with a belt. I was so scared but that didn't prevent a playground accident just 2 weeks later. I held it too long yet again and finished going in my pants before I could make it to the door. I begged my teacher not to tell about my accident on my daily report home and she actually agreed to my request. I hid my wet clothes in my locker and luckily my mom didn't seem to notice that I was wearing different jeans. My accidents became fewer over time and I had my last one in 7th grade. I just couldn't unbutton my pants before warm pee was soaking my panties and sliding d0wn my leg into a puddle on the bathroom floor. My teacher was irritated and asked if I ever planned to stop holding it too late. She got me the pair of blue oversized gym shorts that screamed "I had an accident" and I wore those the rest of the day, getting stared at and laughed at. Before I left for home however I was called to the office. The secretary had taken it upon herself to put my pants, panties and socks in the washer and dryer so they were nice and dry for me to wear home. I've never been more grateful to anyone in my life. I never wet my pants again. I was still a bedwetter-3-4'nightd a week but even thats decreased to one or two nights a week. I still wear a diaper to bed to keep my pajamas and sheets dry but hopefully even this will eventually go away.
Nickel Plate
Gas and underwear marks
Hi I read a lot of your stories often. I have shared some things time to time. But I mostly read .
There has been stories about trying not get marks on underwear like panties etc... So when you fart if it make noise you can bet you going to have marks on your clothing, because the gas come out wet. But ir it is quiet than it just warm dry gas. If you can hold it and let it go out slowly or on it own it possible it be just gas. But that not always.If that helps any body . I have used paper towel in my underwear and put the paper in the crack of my but to catch and it works pretty much if it does not work out of the spot. Toilet paper works in a pitch but not as well.
If your poop is messy the paper does delay often just in time to void a mess too.
Heather M.
Farts Help
Over the past few months, I haven't really been happy for a number of reasons. I won't go into detail about why but I will tell you about me a little. I'm Heather, I am 45, white, light brown hair, and I am married with two college aged kids.
Yesterday, my husband and I went to my brother-in-law's house. We will be staying with him, his wife, and their 7 year-old son until the end of the week. Their son is full of energy and loves to talk and play. He loves being around me, for a reason I can't figure it out.
My nephew and I were playing in the living room later that day while the others were outside. In the middle of his play speech, my nephew let out a fart and started to laugh. I couldn't help but smile as he laughed. I have never been too open about farting and other bodily functions. I don't mind people doing them, I just never felt too comfortable doing it around others.
But there was something about seeing my nephew laugh that made me get his attention. I closed my eyes and gave a small push, and a fart came out of me. My nephew looked at me in shock before starting to laugh. I couldn't hold back and started to laugh as well.
Before my nephew went to bed later that night, he said goodnight to me and hugged me. When the hug ended, he let out a fart. My sister-in-law got on to him, but I gave her a small smile and let out a fart on my own. My sister-in-law gasped at me but me and my nephew were too busy laughing to care.
I'm glad we and my nephew are bonding over farts and that farts are helping me be happy.
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Bianca
Wonderful Clean Out
Today was a great day concerning my poop! My prune juice gave me a quick, but satisfying 3 sloppy poop sessions. It didn't take much to get me going (about half a glass), and some of my shit waves were noisy. My urges started almost 4 hours after drinking my juice. Btw, my poop didn't have that prune juice sort of gross smell, but was mildly of the usual odor. To all you accident prone folks on here, I've been lucky enough to not have any mishaps with prune juice, nor agonizing discomfort. One Redditor said that he/she had cramps with prune juice, but I've been lucky enough to avoid that, too. Goodbye to all, and happy bathroom adventures to you.
Dump
Grandma taking a dump in front of caregiver
So tonight I had to go to my grandparents house because my mom had to do something with my grandpa (who had knee replacement surgery 2 weeks ago) and when we walked in my grandma (who has severe muscular dystrophy and is in a wheelchair) was in the middle of taking a massive dump in front of the in home caregiver (who is there everyday both in the morning and at night. She has been a godsend to our family) standing over the kitchen sink pushing to get it into her diaper and the smell was absolutely horrific that my mom had to spray Lysol into the family room and the kitchen where the caregiver was helping her. She requires a feeding tube as a result of an unfortunate incident that happened last Thanksgiving so she doesn't eat anything except the liquid which she has to have. My mom thought she might've had an upset stomach
Victoria B.
Replies
Hey!
I wanted to just send out a few responses tonight now that the semester is mercifully over!
To Catherine: I will never forget your friendship. You are an amazing human being and I cried when I read about how you pray for me. The big ones always get me too and we've gone right from the bathroom to bed more than once. Please keep being the special woman that you are, for my sake and for the sakes of everyone else in your life!
To Audrey: I'm so sorry to hear that you got a spanking with an object for wetting your pants. I only got my bottom warmed with a hand and that was bad enough! When you defended yourself by pooping it gave me a chuckle because I once did that too! That's another story though!
Love,
Victoria!
Catherine
Andrea's Survey
Andrea,
I apologize for this being late!
1. When you are alone do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet? I always have the door closed, even when I lived alone. It makes me feel more secure. Sometimes, when I'm home alone with my son, who's three, I have to leave the door open and it makes me uncomfortable.
2. Do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet if your family, SO(Significant Other), roommate is around? Alan, my husband, knows that if the door is closed, then I need my privacy. However, we will both go when each other are in the bathroom, especially if we are getting ready for the day. The door is shut though.
3. If you are a noisy pooper such as loud farts, grunting. etc. do you try being quiet when you have company? Mine are usually not noisy. However, I've trained myself to simply relax and let my body do it's thing.
4. Are you ok if your children, SO, roommate walk in while you are on the toilet? As I said, if the door is closed, it's closed :)
5. Are you ok walking in to use the toilet while your children, SO, roommate is in there for another reason? Just Alan, but not my children.
6. Are you comfortable using a public toilet if someone is in the stall next to you? No, but I will do it anyway.
7. How often do you get so constipated that you need an enema? Never.
8. Do you use a squatty potty when pooping? No.
9. When was the first time you realized you were fascinated with pooping? When I was a teenager. My family changed our diets to a very high-fiber, vegetarian diet after I struggled with IBS alternating constipation and diarrhea as a preteen. I loved the change in my BMs to their current, long, thick, soft, voluminous texture. And, I had a solid accident when I was fifteen that really increased the fascination.
10. What started that fascination? Sorry, just shared that above!
11. Do you listen to hear you SO on the toilet? I will pay attention to the sounds when Alan goes if I'm in the restroom too, but I don't try to listen through the door. We are open with our interest in each others' bowel habits.
12. Do you always wipe until you are completely clean? Yes, and I have a Washlet. Plus our diets usually mean less clean up is necessary.
13. How often in the course of a month do you leave skid marks in your underwear, panties, thong, etc.? Never.
14. Do you fart when you pee? Yes, sometimes.
15. Have you ever had a poop get stuck half way out and needed help getting it the rest of the way out? No.
When you wipe your butt:
1. Do you reach between your legs and wipe from back to front? No.
2. Do you lean to one side, reach around behind you and wipe from front to back? Yes.
3. Which hand do you use? I'm right handed so I use my right.
Great survey, Andrea! I hope to hear more from you soon!
Love,
Catherine!
Shannon
Story about my friend
I'm back with another quick post!
I finally got someone else in my life to admit to having had a genuine poop accident before! One of my friends (not my best friend who I've written about before) and I had lunch today and we were drinking mimosas and chatting. We definitely had kind of a lot, and after a while she said she better stop drinking or, quote, "i'll get the shits and probably shit my pants." My brain immediately became alerted to her saying that, and I was highly intrigued. I quickly said "has that happened to you before?" She laughed and said "no I was just exaggerating." I was disappointed, but I decided to press the issue and said "have you ever shit your pants before?" She laughed again and didn't say anything right away, then she just said "have you?" (She's never witnessed any of my accidents and I had not discussed it with her at that point). I said "I asked you first" and she still wouldn't give in, but at this point I knew the answer was definitely yes but I wanted her to tell me the story. So, I caved first. I wound up confessing to her that I have bowel control problems and that as a result I poop in my pants pretty often. She was totally blown away, fascinated, and sympathetic. She had so many questions like "why don't you wear diapers?" and "how do you deal with it when it happens in public?" (Things ive addressed here already). I wound up telling her about last weekend after the restaurant when I pooped myself in my parents' car.
Finally, after giving her my whole story, she was much more forthcoming and said "to answer your question, yeah...I crapped my pants once. I thought it was a big deal but it feels stupid now after what you told me you deal with haha". Either way I got her to tell the story which I will summarize. She was 12 years old and she was at a big home improvement store with her parents and her sisters. She needed to poop, but her parents were in a cranky mood so she was afraid to ask to go to the bathroom, and decided to try to hold it. She said she was standing there while her parents were talking to an employee about doors when she realized she couldn't wait anymore, she was about to go. Her parents were in the middle of talking and she tried to get their attention to ask if she could go to the bathroom, but they weren't responding to her because they were talking to the guy. She panicked in the moment and just stood there helplessly until she started pooping her pants. She said she tried her best to stop it but it just kept pushing out until she was done. She was in shock for a moment and was trying to convince herself that it was completely fine and no one would know, but seconds later she could smell what she did and realized everyone was about to smell it too. She couldn't help but start crying, and she had to interrupt her parents and the employee to tell them that she had an accident. Her mom quickly grabbed her by the arm and rushed her to the bathroom to clean up. She said its one of her most embarrassing moments, which I certainly understand. I pushed for some more details while trying not to seem too eager. I asked what she was wearing and she claims to not remember. I asked her if it was soft or firm and she said it was soft, and I also asked her if it was a lot and she said yes. I asked her how it felt and she said it felt "hot and gross".
Anyway, I found it to be a good bonding moment for us. I enjoyed hearing her story and I'm glad there is someone else in my life who knows what its like to poop your pants by accident!
I've kept my undies clean this week, since the two days in a row last week that I messed myself. I'm determined to beat my streak of 36 days. In fact my goal is to make it the rest of the year without having an accident, which I think is attainable if I stay focused and really take care. I just have a habit of getting complacent when its been two or three weeks since I've pooped my pants and I start to get a little careless again with time management, which ultimately is the main root cause of my accidents. Its definitely a hurdle I need to get over.
Wish me luck!
Xoxo
Shannon
Stinky girl
Blowing it up
Hey, I'm a long time lurker. I just had a great experience. I was at a friends house for the weekend. We'll call her Tara. Tara had silently excused her self to the restroom. She was in there for about 10 mins so I knew she was probably taking a dump. I was sitting on the couch so I was too far away to hear anything. After she got out and went to her room, I headed to the restroom. I could already smell her stench on the way over. It was like a feminine poop mixture. Although it had already dissipated quite a bit. When I put the toilet lid up I found the source of the smell. Tara had either forgot to flush or it hadn't all went down because her remains were still in there. She had obviously had diarrhea which makes sense as we went drinking the night before. I just flushed it down and went about my day
Shannon
Replies, latest stories
Hi guys!
To modetator: thank you, it seems I overlooked a batch of updates!
To deb: I've seen some of your stories and you sound pretty accident prone like me. I'm sorry you had an accident in your Halloween costume while walking your daughter, that must have been uncomfortable. Thats the trouble with pooping in leggings/tights. I hate how it squishes and spreads up the back. There have been a couple of occassions where I've pooped my pants bad enough while driving that it spread up the back and got far enough to come out of my pants and get on the car seat and my shirt. That's the worst. Once, I had a really bad accident while wearing a one piece swimsuit, and it spread so far up my back that it was practically between my shoulder blades. Have you ever had a solid poop accident in your pants or is it always diarrhea when you mess yourself? Also, do you find wearing depends to be worthwhile when you poop yourself? Diapers always seemed kind of pointless to me, because you're still covered in your own poop and it still smells and its still humiliating and you still have to go get changed etc etc. But if there are some actual real pros to it i'd like to hear it. I'm just afraid its more likely people will notice that i wear diapers than it is likely that they'll witness me poop my pants. To me, being found out as a diaper wearing adult is just as embarrassing a thought as having an accident in public anyway.
To Trina: omg, that's my nightmare. I am dreading the day when I accidentally poop my pants at work and my coworkers know about it (I know it's "when" and not "if"). I have pooped my pants at work once before but I managed to get away with it without being found out. I feel so embarrassed for you that that happened but I'm grateful that only your one coworker found out and that she helped you and kept your secret. What would you have done if every one of your coworkers knew you wet and pooped your pants at work?
To Catherine: hi I'm glad you're well! It sounds like you've been having great poops lately and I think its awesome that you helped someone else in your real life to have great poops too. Thats the power of talking about it lol. I would love to hear your answer to the question I posed Trina as well: what would you do if you accidentally pooped in your pants at work, and all your coworkers found out?
I'm fairly certain that if i pooped my pants at work and people witnessed it then i would just start crying. i feel like i would seriously contemplate quitting, too.
Now for my stories.
I didn't make it 36 days without an accident this time, I only stayed clean a couple of weeks since my accident after i voted. It ended last weekend in somewhat humiliating fashion. In fact, i regressed from the progress i had made with my control because i actually wound up going in my pants two days in a row.
The first time, my family and I decided to have an early Thanksgiving gathering because covid is getting bad again and things may shut down, and my brother has to go away around Thanksgiving. We all got together and had a very nice meal at a fancy restaurant. Late in the meal I had that heavy feeling in my stomach and soon I was really needing to poop. As my parents tend to do they spent a long time drinking coffee and chatting before we paid the bill and left. I was getting anxious because I wanted to avoid using the restaurant bathroom if I could help it. Finally we got going and we all got in the car, and I felt pretty confident that I would make it home. But things started to go south shortly into the ride when my stomach cramped up worse and I felt a very strong urge to push. I swear its like my body thinks when I'm sitting in the car that i'm on the toilet or something, because its very common for me to feel like I can hold it before a ride but then it becomes an emergency during the ride, and as it happens, most of my accidents occur while i'm in the car. So of course, it became an emergency, and suddenly I was having flashbacks to the time when I was on vacation with my family as a teenager and I crapped my shorts in the car. I had to face the reality that I was about to have a repeat of that accident, but this time I was 31 years old while in the car with my entire family. I began turtle heading and fighting to keep clenched, and I desperately informed my father that I needed him to stop for a bathroom as soon as possible. He seemed unconcerned as usual and mumbled that he would stop soon, but it was already too late... I had to go too badly to wait anymore. I farted quietly a couple of times, then I felt my cheeks part and this time I couldn't reclench them... I started pooping in my pants quickly and with some embarrassing noises, it was thick but soft and spread out under my butt like a pancake as it filled my underwear. I noticed my brother giving me a look because he heard what i just did, and I knew the smell was going to be awful and fill the car any second so I just got ahead of the situation and announced to my family that i had just had an accident. "Uh oh ..I'm sorry guys... I just pooped my pants." I said shamefully. Just then the smell hit, and it really did stink.
"Oh, shannon honey...really?" My mom said with a little shock and disbelief. "why didn't you go at the restaurant???"
"Come on..." said my brother as he opened his window and covered his nose.
My dad stayed silent and we kept driving as my face felt like it was on fire with redness. I just sat there in the warmth of my accident feeling totally bummed that after all these years, there I was still pooping up my parents car, but it feels significantly more embarrassing as an adult...But it isn't so bad when it's family who already know you have a problem. It's always worse to go in my pants around like lovers or acquaintances (or coworkers god forbid). When we got back to my parents' house, I got up from the car and saw that my accident soaked through my leggings and left a big stain on the seat, just to add insult to injury...my dad seemed really mad at me. I had red Christmas leggings on and they now have a great big round poop stain on the back too :(
So, I reset the accident clock again after that stinky ride home, but I didn't even make it another 24 hours. But this one was much less embarrassing and much more exciting... my SPAS will understand.
The laundry room in my apartment building is out of order right now so I've been taking my clothes to a laundromat for a few weeks, and the day after the car poop accident I took my laundry there mainly to get my poopy leggings and underwear in the wash. I spent a couple hours there reading my kindle and doing laundry and when i was done I needed to poop. It wasn't bad yet but it felt substantial, so I started thinking about finding a bathroom before I finished my errands. I still had to put gas in my car, get cash out for the week and pick up some stuff for lunches. I made the decision to hurry up with my errands and get home to go (I might have subconsciously wanted to test myself) and I pressed on and hurried to get as much done as I could. I got some lunch items first and left the grocery store, got cash back while I was there so I just needed to stop for gas and head home, but by then it was REALLY knocking at the door. I farted softly a few times to relieve some pressure, but it wasn't really working. I started to get a tingly feeling and I felt some pangs of excitement because it was feeling like a solid load and I was getting desperate. I began thinking about the sensations of a solid accident and had it firmly in my mind that I would be totally OK with it if it happened. I got to the gas station and got out, and when I stood up out of the car I couldn't even straighten up all the way because I felt so crampy. I farted again by mistake, and it caused a minor turtle heading situation that i had to ride out, then I started to pump my gas. I was standing there watching the numbers tick by on the pump, and really squeezing my cheeks together and fighting back little farts and turtle heads when a strong cramp took over. I fought it as hard as i could, but I couldn't control it anymore and I let the next turtle head just continue to slide past my cheeks. It felt very firm and well formed, and I got goosebumps as it pushed its way out and nestled into a big lump in my underwear. My heart was racing, it was the best kind of accident to have. A big solid log that slowly slid out and no one was there to see it happen or know I did it. I felt so excited... it felt so warm and compact, nestled cozily right between my cheeks pressing up against the middle of my butt. I gently touched back and felt the big firm bulge protruding in my leggings, and as I did I felt my body getting ready to poop some more. I gave a little push and this time after initially coming out solid, it turned into softer squishier poop that filled in my underwear around the big log. It was such a relief to go and it felt so naughty but so freeing to just be doing it in my pants while standing there pumping gas. I made sure no one was looking, then I slowly pressed my butt against the side of my car and squished the load in my pants just to feel the sensation and the warmth of it. I dont normally do that... as I drove home in my mess I realized I now had more poopy pants and underwear that needed washing and I was already heading home. So that was a little regrettable... the stink was very strong in the car as usual. When I got home I put away my groceries then put away my laundry with the mess still in my pants. Then since I was alone and I had already been so bad to that point anyway, I just neglected to clean myself up for another hour and half or so while I just lounged around my apartment. I wasn't trying to be gross, just a little lazy lol. I dont mind how it feels to have a mess in my pants as long as it isn't wet and runny, and there was no one around to be bothered by the smell, so I was in no rush to change my pants. The clean up process can be daunting anyway so I was probably also procrastinating! When i finally did clean up it wasn't too bad. everything stayed in my panties, which were light gray so they did have quite a prominent stain, but my leggings were spared any direct damage somehow despite all the moving around i did over the 2 hours or so that my pants were messy. So anyway, i'm left with mixed feelings after last weekend. I'm embarrassed about pooping myself in front of my family on saturday, but i'm most definitely thrilled about having a solid accident at the gas pump by myself on sunday. i wish that one was how all of my accidents were.
I think that's all I have for now, in fact if I write any more without going to the bathroom I'm legitimately going to pee my pants, my bladder is throbbing lol! Until next time.
Xoxo
Shannon
Taylor
A congratulations and a story
Victoria B - That's awesome news! I am so happy for both you and Robyn and I wish you a very long and happy time together.
I had a fantastic toilet visit with Jennifer this morning. I was curled up in bed with her quietly talking and really needing to pee. It soon became too much and I had to get up. "Sorry babe I can't wait any longer. Are you coming with me?" We both got out of bed and went to her bathroom, Jennifer closing the door behind us as I pulled down my shorts to my calves and sat down on the toilet seat. After only a couple of seconds I started a gushing stream that hissed loudly as it came out of me before splashing loudly against the water below. It felt *fantastic*! My wee went on for quite a while and once it slowed to drips I waited for my other end. I always poop first thing in the morning and I was already on the toilet so it made sense. I continued my earlier conversation with Jennifer while waiting.
I had been waiting for about a minute when I felt my body give a little push and I was gently opened up by my poop making its way out. One of my favourite things about pooping with an audience is that until splashdown, they have no idea what is going on back there. To Jennifer, I was still waiting, but to me I could feel the wonderful sensation of my poop effortlessly sliding out of me. It eventually fell in the bowl with a loud splash and she flashed me a big smile, another splash being heard moments later. I quickly wiped, needing four pieces for my behind and flushed before swapping places with Jennifer. Pulling up my shorts as she pulled down her underwear.
"My turn!" she smiled as a loud hissing filled the room, her wee jetting against the front of the bowl. She had a relatively short, but powerful wee and then settled down for her poop, leaning forward slightly with her hands resting on her legs. A pose I've recognised to mean only one thing. A little later she tensed up slightly and there was a brief tinkle of wee, a tell tale sign that something was happening back there. Sure enough, seconds later there was a quiet "flumph" and she started getting some toilet paper. She wiped a handful of times before flushing while seated and then pulling up her clothes as she stood. We washed our hands together and went about our day.
Bianca
Ideal Bathroom
Once a while back ago after falling asleep to my nature melodies, I dreamed of my ideal bathroom. The bathroom was attached to a big bedroom like what you find in hotels, but in the back. It was a special bathroom not only because of the comfy cushion curved toilet seat, but also because it played a nature melody when you turned the light on. The music was the same favorite song I hear in real life on my sound machine (peaceful melody with birds singing in the background). The speaker was like those stereo speakers in the ceiling you hear at stors, etc. If I had a nature bathroom in real life like this, it'd be bliss! About my poops today: I had watery poop due to my prune juice. At one point, it was pure liquid, and sounded like I was peeing from my bum. My first morning poop was soft but solid, and came out before I drank my prune juice. Hope you love my ideal bathroom story. Bye.
jay
Wow I forgot all about this site, I'm surprised to see it still here, I first discovered it at random back in February 2006 and enjoyed reading all the stories.
anyway Today I had a massive urge to poop all day at work, every time I went to the bathroom all the stalls were taken, and finally got home and went poop and it was just a small amount of poop, and I'm thinking like seriously that small amount of poop cause that great of an urge?
there's been other times where I had a small urge poop and I ended up pushing out so much poop and a turd almost a foot long.
so does anyone else experience this? Were you have a huge urge and it's just a small amount of poop, and other times you have a small urge and you feel like you're going to be in there for hours because you just keep pushing out poop.
anyway it's good to be back to the site after many years
Just Jerika
My absolute perfect crap
It was about 10:30 a.m. yesterday when I got done studying in the library. I felt my crap knocking but didn't want to use the Student Union bathrooms because they are so busy and often out of toilet paper. The wind was cold outside so I cut through the Alumni building and decided to unload there. Beautiful bathroom. Moderate in size compared to the many other buildings. Strolled into the bathroom. Only three stalls, but very pristine. Nice shiny toilets, blue with blue seats that were like marble--looking expensive. A blue receptacle of white toilet seat covers. Never used one. Never will. I dropped my jeans and thong and in one push with my mask on I was easily able to release a soft, sliding crap to separate from all others. The ultimate feeling. I turned, stood and wanted to see it before I started my wipe. Auto-flush prevented that. I so hate those things. Easy wipe, another auto flush, and I was off to business class to study spread sheets. Now, even 24 hours later, I feel so unfulfilled.
Timmee
It's me Timeeka. I've been away. I am well and looking after my health. I teach my classes by correspondance from home. This social distance drives me crazy. I am home drinking green and black tea by the gallon. You know the results. I pee about 10x/day and have about 2-5 loose to firm bowel movements. I caannot recall when I had them firm. Tonight, I lounged in my black swaet pants and simple white cotton Hanes briefs (guys), a t-shirt and sweater. Last week, I drank a magnesium brew to regulate my immune system. I felt good to sit on the toilet at home and flush out brown water like a hose. Tonight, I pulled down my clothes to my ankles and pushed out a series of long brown pieces with some gas. I then wiped from behind and flushed. Just, I had to pee. I pulled down my sweat pants and white briefs to my ankles, spread my legs facing the toilet. I fixed my pussy like penis and peed like a boy, wiped myself and flushed. I'd love to hear from you. I got a survey for you girls. How many of you pee like a guy? I'd love to hear.
Tlana
Ethan's poop accident
This is about one of my first "dates." I was in 8th grade and my friend Ethan, who was very shy and socially inept and a year younger than me, had discount coupons to an after school ice-skating party put on my our city rec. dept. We walked about 6 blocks over to the park after school for two hours of fun.
Right after classes had ended before I met up with Ethan I went to the bathroom. A strong pee and one more piece of crap (I had my main one during 2nd hour) resulted. Ethan was at the entrance when I came out of the bathroom. I told him he might want to go across the hall and he looked so surprised. He said he didn't need to use school bathrooms and wasn't about to start now. I was somewhat surprised but we started our walk. After we got to the park and got our rental skates, it became obvious that Ethan had some flair but as he picked up speed, he became more awkward. He took a couple of spills, but would get right up. I took a couple of spills too and was thankful that I had made connection with porcelain a few minutes earlier.
Ethan wasn't as lucky. He fell hard once and I could see something was wrong on his face. It was more surprise, a lot more surprise than pain. He stuck his gloved hand in his crotch. I thought he had peed himself, but it had become obvious that he had pooped himself. He was really startled as to what to do. I told him to follow me down to the bathroom building and it became obvious he had a mess in his jeans. While I sat on a bench outside, we took off his skates and I held Ethan's coat as he went inside. It was about 10 minutes and I called his phone, which he didn't fully know how to use especially with his nervousness, and he muttered some stuff that I didn't fully understand. Then I heard his phone fall onto the floor. Two boys came out laughing, talking about some f#####' dumb 7th grader and how he shit his pants. I called Ethan's house and his sister brought him some new underwear and jeans. She said he had used most of the toilet paper in three cubicles as he sat cleaning himself. When she finally brought him out he was in better spirits and we skated for another hour or so before we walked over to McDonald's for some hot chocolate.
Both he and I used the bathrooms there before we started our walk home. I was hopeful that he had learned his lesson. Public bathrooms are there for a reason.
Saturday, November 21, 2020
Shannon, your rmost recent post is the one below.