Carlie B.
It's been a while!
Hi everyone! I've been so damn busy with work these past couple months I've had no time to share any new stories on here. Rest assured, I've been checking in every once in a while and reading as many posts as I can. Nothing crazy to update for me, but I took a huge one this past weekend that I needed to share.
I've discovered that, at least for me, working out heavily right before pooping makes me poop bigger. I have started doing these outdoor workout classes on Saturday mornings and the poops I have after them have been consistently quite huge, even by my standards. I must be moving around, running, and jumping so much that it really gets my digestive system going.
I joined a new gym, which is still closed because of the pandemic, but they have outdoor classes at a park next to the gym. I do this heavy intensity high interval workout class that lasts an hour. Then I go to the locker room, shower, and take my morning shit.
This past Saturday, the class was extra hard. One unfortunate side effect of the heavy work is that I tend to get fairly gassy by the 2nd half of the classes. This one was no exception; I was farting up a storm. Luckily the music is always blasting so no one can hear me and since we're outside the wind seems to quickly dissipate the smell. By the end, I was soaked in sweat as always, but even felt a bit light headed, which was not usual. I laid down outside for 10 minutes after class and that made the lightheadedness subside.
Once I got to the locker room, I needed to go badly and didn't think I had time to shower before my dump. I stripped off my tank top and walked over to the bathroom in just my sports bra and leggings. What's also fun about going here is that there's a scale in the locker room that reads to the first decimal place. It's obviously great to track my progress from the workouts, but also fun to step on before and after I poop and see how much my big dump just weighed. I started making a list in my notes app on my phone to keep track. The last four weeks were 1.2, 1.0, 1.2, and 1.4 pounds. For reference, the 1.2s were both noticeably bigger than average, the 1.0 slightly bigger than average, and the 1.4 was a giant one. I stepped onto it and got 164.6.
There are just two bathroom stalls in the locker room. The class this week was very small, and I had spent the extra time laying down outside, so by then the locker room only had one other woman in it. She was showering as I went to the toilet. She was older, maybe in her early 40s and a regular in the class. I didn't know her by name though. I am terrible at guessing accents, but I think she is German. She had a very thick accent and didn't speak perfect English, but it was understandable at least.
I plunked down on the seat and let out a couple big farts. With the shower still running, I doubt she could hear them, although I'm sure she smelled them as the steam from the shower always seems to make farts smell worse. And for some reason, the toilets were right next to the showers. She shut off the shower and seemed to be drying off when out of nowhere, she started to strike up a conversation. While bold, it did sort of break the ice as we were literally the only two people still there. She asked what I thought of the class and I told her it was the hardest one yet for me. She said she was looking forward to doing what I was doing (pooping) after her shower. I told her I was equally looking forward to showering after mine.
She kept the conversation going as I kept going. I guess the conversation had me distracted as I failed to notice how big my dump was. As I stood up to look at it, I was amazed by the size. A very solid, thick, at-least-2-footer. As usual, it stuck down into the hole so I couldn't see the full length, but it was my biggest in a long while. I wiped once and tossed the paper to the side of the log and flushed. Not that I expected any different, but it didn't budge an inch and the bowl quickly filled up. Even if it had moved, there was no way my massive shit would've been able to fit around the bend. Since I knew the other woman was going to use the restroom in a few minutes, I had a dilemma, I could tell her I had clogged this one and to use the other one. That way she wouldn't see it, but I would have to admit to clogging it. The other option was to say nothing and hope she used the other stall. I enjoy showing off my work to close friends, but definitely not strangers and double definitely when I'm still at the crime scene. I ended up taking a chance and saying nothing.
I exited the stall just as she was leaving the shower area to go get dressed. I quickly stepped back on the scale. I was now down to 162.9, so my dump had weighed a whopping 1.7 pounds! Holy crap! After recording my numbers, I took off my remaining clothes and got in the shower. The showers were in full view of the two stalls, so I would know which she chose. After a few minutes, she came back and just my luck, tried going into my stall. She came back out quickly with a big grin on her face. She said "wow, you did really giant poop!" She said she had seen another giant poop last Saturday after class in the same toilet and asked if it had been mine too. I'm sure my face went red as I had to admit it was. To make matters worse, I was standing there completely naked in the shower as she kept talking. She finally went into the other stall and I finished up showering. As I was getting dressed, she came back to the lockers and said she too had had a large poop. "You are the prize winner though". She said hers was still there if I'd like to look. She said goodbye and left. I thought what the heck I'll look so I took a peak and it was pretty big. Maybe a foot or so, but only half as thick as mine. As a courtesy, I flushed and it was quickly whisked away. I stopped back in my stall to take one last look at mine. That was not going to be an easy plunge job for the janitors.
Like the other woman, I'm guessing the janitors are noticing a trend of the same toilet clogged with a large turd every Saturday afternoon. I do worry about being a repeat offender in the same place on a set schedule and people figuring it out it's me leaving the turds. The only other place that used to be a problem was at work in the office. About a month of so after I started, they put a plunger in each stall so at least there I could do it myself.
A question for others, have you ever tried weighing yourself before and after taking a dump? Or directly weighed your poop (Eww)?
To Megan: Megan, your story about Jill could easily have been about me! We had a sleepover camp in 7th grade and I remember blocking one of the outhouse toilets. Unlike Jill, I didn't dare have the courage to admit it was me much less take pride in it.
You're correct in that it does often provide a bit of a thrill to take big dumps. I remember back in middle school when I was just starting to have trouble flushing a lot of my turds that it was kind of fun trying to guess whether the dump I was taking would flush or clog. Back then it felt like a 50/50. Nowadays it's far more memorable when I take a dump that flushes without jamming.
To Victoria: loved your story, sounds like you had a nice big morning turd! Glad to hear you plunged it away fairly easily though. Nothing worse than one that just refuses to go away.
To Brandon: great story about Naomi. Sure sounds like she may be a frequent clogger like myself and some others on here. Seems like she isn't embarrassed at all by it which is good. I have a couple embarrassing stories about pooping on dates but she seems to have handled it well.
I do wonder how common it is for people to be interested or impressed by significant others' poops like you seem to be. I'd wager it's more common than you may think. I've dated three guys, two of which, like you, I think secretly enjoyed my 'talents'. The third, definitely not so much. Maybe that's why we only lasted a month! Haha I hope you two continue seeing each other and hopefully you'll have more to share!
To Catherine: a few weeks back you asked about a feeling of pride in taking a big poop. Absolutely! Now, depending on the situation and potential embarrassment, the pride can become more of an afterthought, but taking an enormous dump is so rewarding both physically and mentally.
A general thought I've had: it seems like on here quite a few of us report being bigger than average poopers. Reading through the pages of this site, you'd think large craps and clogged toilets were fairly common, but In real life its pretty rare to find a clogged toilet or a huge turd someone else left. Do you think people who take larger poops are more likely to seek out a forum like this and share? As if a story about a normal or small poop that someone takes isn't worth sharing. Basically, the only thing worth sharing on a site like this is an unusual or memorable experience, and those are more likely because of particularly large poops?
Best to all!
-Carlie
What do I do??
I am letting go of little drips in school and I really have to pee. I would like to pee myself but I don't want my parents to know. What do I do??Megan
Reply to Victoria B
Victoria: I love your story, thanks for sharing! Congrats on your huge poop haha! I admit I'm a tad envious of people like you and Jill and your "abilities." I can never imagine pooping large enough to clog a toilet. I can't recall a time I've even come close, even with paper included!
A few questions for you, and anyone please feel free to answer. ..
Did you get a bidet, at least in part, to reduce your need for TP to make flushing easier? I'd imagine that someone who poops as big as you often do that adding paper to your already big loads can cause some serious jams.
Secondly, do you find it much harder/rarer to clog a public toilet (those seem way more powerful) vs a home one? That's maybe the most impressive part to me about Jill's log: not only did it clog, which again is more than I can imagine doing, but it was a public toilet, the kind with the high power flush.
I love how you described squatting down to push the plunger in. I don't have that experience. I'd always considered the extra time you have to spend in the bathroom, but never the physical effort. Do you ever have significant trouble plunging? What's the longest you've ever spent trying to unblock a toilet? Have you ever gotten worn out and needed to return later?
As you note, I'm sure it does get a little old needing to plunge after a while and lead to some embarrassing situations, but it sounds like you've learned to handle it well.
Thanks again for sharing!SquatSpotter
Leena's question
Leena-
I believe it is a post called "Tales from the Latrine - Part III" on Page 352. One of my all time favorites as well! Let me know if this is what you were looking for. :). And if you could in return post a story about you peeing in a cup for the doctor and/or for convenience. If not I'm glad to help anyway just thought I'd ask. :P
Asha The Weirdo
Snakes On A Plane
This next story took place right before the pandemic, it was in February of last year. I had to fly to Nashville for a shoot and had to take a massive dump. Didn't have time to do so before my flight cause I had to be up hella early and I also just have this thing about being late, I hate doing that and because I didn't wanna miss my flight I had to put my shit on standby. However I was ripping major ass from the time I woke up to the time I got in the lyft. The poor driver had to endure my horrible gas all the way to the airport. It was embarrassing but hopefully he doesn't still hate me. Once in the airport I was getting some head turns and looks from guys, I didn't mind the stares cause if only they knew what comes out of my ass throughout the day especially that morning. I was wearing denim jeans with a slight flare, some black high heel boots, a white cropped tee, and a black trench coach. Someone this cute and fashionable can't possibly create such horrid odors from her ass right? WRONG. Once on the plane I literally could not stop busting ass. It was horrible. I sometimes fart on planes as gross and inconsiderate as that is but holding that shit in hurts. Now holding in farts AND a giant turd on a PLANE, a deadly combination. The lady sitting next to me had her face permanently scrunched as I was letting off silent lethal gas. The dude in front of me kept sighing in great annoyance. As I said in my previous post, I've only recently began getting used to public pooping and that also includes public farting. Is it embarrassing? Yes but it's not as mortifying to me as it once was. So I'm sitting there legs crossed trying to look as unfazed as possible, blowing ass and clenching my hole every so often so I don't shit myself. I was honestly hoping the plane didn't have to do an emergency landing cause of the smell as I've heard stories like that on the internet. After like an hour I decided I didn't want to subject these innocent people and myself to this awful stench and headed for the restroom. Now everyone KNEW it was me stinking up the entire coach but oh well I REALLY needed to go and I'm sure the passengers would've agreed wholeheartedly. I walked to the bathroom but had to wait as it was occupied. When the guy finally came out i was immediately subjected to whatever he did in there, the smell was putrid but I guess what goes around comes around. I walk in, lower my jeans down to my thighs, and lift my jacket up over my lap as it wasn't that long. I passed gas a couple times before my turd began sliding out and hit the water with a big *KLOMPP! I had to put my shirt over my nose as the last guy really did a number in there. The shit is pretty mushy and wet coming out, it was long and combined with the water splashing back up, my ass was really muddying. It was getting difficult to breathe with my shirt over my nose so I took it down and sheeeesh. My shit stink had overtaken the other dude's stink and it was ripe af. I then began wipe and heard a knock on the door. "Just a minute" I called out followed by an "okay, sorry" from a man's voice waiting outside. Dude was in for a real stinky surprise and I was soon to be added to yet another enemy's list. I blame my diet honestly, I eat like crap. Due to my metabolism I can eat a whole box of pizza and the only consequence is bad gas and a nice round food baby that I'll shit out the next morning. I look in the bowl as I usually do and see long, mushy snakes piled on one another creating this sizeable load sitting in the toilet hole. The water was brown due to the pee I took. I flushed and it thankfully went down. Washed up while being grossed out by the overpowering smell and opened the door. The guy was standing nearby, we smiled at each other and I headed back to my seat. Lord knows his how his reaction was to the stink but I'm sure he wasn't all too happy about it, kinda like a couple the passengers' faces when they saw me again. Sorry..
More to come, stay tuned
Wednesday, March 03, 2021
Lavah
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o Rachel - I definitely think the stress of current events have worsened my constipation issues. I'd say I normally pooped about every 4-5 days before covid, which I know isn't great, but it's more like every 7-8 days on average lately. In fact, I think I went 12 days between poops during the holidays. I'll admit, it wasn't the first time that's ever happened as I used to do that frequently as a teenager, but it was not fun. I've tried the sitting backwards on the toilet technique along with the other techniques I've mentioned on here. As with all of them, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, which I'm sure you can relate to. I hope you're able to get full relief soon and that the process isn't too painful for you. Best of luck!
to Danni - Welcome! I found your survey really interesting, so I figured I would answer it.
Do you remember the first time they helped you and could you share the story?
I've had constipation problems since I was an infant, so my mom has been helping me poop frequently since before I can remember. I believe my dad used to help me too but he hasn't been in the picture since I was 5 so I don't remember it. My mom still helps me out on occasion, along with my sister, some of friends, previous partners, and when needed, doctors. I do have a specific early memory of my mom rubbing my ???? while I laid on the floor and tried to poop on a towel when I was maybe 3 years old.
Do you have to ask them for help or do they usually offer to help?
It depends. Sometimes I'll ask them for help either if I'm really constipated and know I'll need it before even trying on my own or after trying and failing to poop by myself. Other times, they'll ask if I want them to come with me when I say I'm going to the bathroom or they'll knock if I've been in there for a while and offer to help me.
What do they do to help you?
I've mentioned this on here before, but they'll rub my ????, back, and hips, squeeze my hands, spread my buttcheeks, give me bear hugs, put vaseline up my butt, or pull my poop out if it gets stuck. Or sometimes, they'll just encourage me by saying things like, "Keep pushing, you're doing great! It's almost out! Come on, Lavah, you can do this!"
How often do you receive help from them?
It can range from once every 3 months or so to a couple times a week depending on the season. Pretty often lately. Probably once every week and a half, I'd guess.
Do you ever help them poop too?
Yes, when they need me to. My mom is pretty good about getting out herself and so is my sister, but there have been times where they've needed me to assist. I've helped several friends and a few partners out as well.
Do you like to be helped or is it painful or embarrassing for you?
I don't mind having help when I need it, although if I'm at the point where I need it, I'm usually already in a ton of physical pain. I don't find it embarrassing at all. It's something I've experienced all my life and I'm not ashamed of it. Whether I'm the one helping or being helped, I think it's a great bonding experience with people close to me.
Emma, please read the FAQ, all of the FAQ.
Danni
First Post And A Survey
Long time lurker first time poster here.
I have some questions for the folks on this forum who regularly have another person help them poop when they are constipated.
Do you remember the first time they helped you and could you share the story?
Do you have to ask them for help or do they usually offer to help?
What do they do to help you?
How often do you receive help from them?
Do you ever help them poop too?
Do you like to be helped or is it painful or embarrassing for you?
I look forward to reading responses to these!
Danni xxxVictoria B.
To Megan
Hey!
Welcome, first of all I want to say that Jill sounded like she was a pretty cool person. In my lifetime I've clogged many toilets and the best way of handling it from the 20:20 hindsight of years of being bullied about my huge poops is to own it!
You're in luck because I also have a story about clogging my toilet from just yesterday morning.
I was by myself in my apartment because Robyn, my girlfriend, was sick. Don't worry, she tested negative for COVID! As a precautionary measure we nevertheless decided to physically distance until she feels better. Anyway, I ate a banana and a little peanut butter for breakfast and by the time I got to coffee I was feeling full back there and headed to my ensuite for a number two, enjoying the feeling of warmth and pressure between my moving legs on the way.
My plan was to shower after I'd done the deed so I took off my oversized t-shirt and boyshorts (red with navy blue stripes) and set them on the tank before putting the lid down and taking a seat to get to work.
The coffee filled my bladder and it emptied with a hiss as I gave the first push. I knew it was going to be a big one; the log felt a little firmer than my normal output and must have been more dry as well because it didn't seem too excited about its impending departure from my butt. My pee died down to a last few tinkles and at last I could bring my undivided attention to bear on the turd. I felt a sudden rush of warmth inside after a slightly bigger push at least began to open me up. My discomfort was matched by pleasure and my poop crowned as I let out a full moan with the next push.
Now it was a little farther out of me but strangely enough there were no signs of a complete exit or of the log breaking off. It was almost done when I decided to take a breather and savor the feeling of fullness for a little longer. It was unreal and managed to linger a little while after my final push landed it beneath me, silent with the exception of the contented sigh I let out. I used my bidet to wash myself front and back and then got up without bothering to wipe since I thought I was going to get in the shower right away. I was wrong about that one!
In general I prefer to flush sitting down but my instinct that this latest creation would require extra attention was validated when I got a better look at it than the peek between my legs I took after my body let go of the moment. My monster turd was at least a foot long and about an inch or 2 1/2 cm at the widest diameter. It was so long that the tip was already touching the bowl before I'd completely pooped it and that must have affected how it landed because it was perpendicular to the mouth of the bowl-90° from where it could be flushed! There I was, naked, standing in front of a toilet and trying to figure out how to deal with yet another monster load!
Not wanting to bring my matching black brush and plunger set into action unless it was absolutely necessary I flushed, thinking that the water pressure would be enough to break my number two in two. I couldn't have been more wrong. My pee was sucked down the drain but the log just sat there, mocking me. I tried again and this time it split in half. "That's right!" I said, confident and happy that my plan was working. The two pieces would be much easier to flush, right? I reached over to the left side of my toilet and pressed the handle for a third flush. The third time was not a charm as the two pieces sat in the drain and the water level in the bowl rose. I had clogged yet another toilet.
This wasn't my first rodeo and I got to it right away, carefully positioning the business end of the plunger to cover the entire drain and putting the weight of my body into each pump as I plunged, just like doing squats. The first salvo didn't quite get there so I kept at it, this time allowing myself to get vocal in the course of plunging. The toilet had started to swallow the water so I finished with one final plunge before flushing again. It worked! I'd done it again! I was so excited that I fist-pumped with my free hand before putting my trusty plunger back into its black plastic holder. With that I hopped in the shower and got myself clean, restoring the world's illusion of a woman who never pooped and certainly did not know her way around a toilet plunger
Another victory for someone with her shit* together
*kinda
Love,
Victoria!Mina
My Birthday Motion
Hi everyone, lazy Mina is back. I am 30 now. We are all four of us 30! We are old women? But I don't think so. Hisae is nearly 31 but she bounces all over flat like she is on a spring. Even on loo she bounces.
(Chae, stop to pinch my bottom. I can't to concentrate.)
We had big party in beige flat yesterday. Ate and ate and drank and drank! It was home party because of a corona. So we cooked ourselves, but 3 crushes said to poor Mina, "Minappé you don't cook, please be lazy! It is your birthday!" I didn't feel good and began pout, so 3 crushes run to me and kiss my top of head and said, "go to liquor shop and buy bottle of champagne, get chilled one." And gave me a money. So I went to shop and bought bottle of champagne and ran back to flat and put into fridge to chill more, and then helped to cook, because I wanted, so they allow me.
This morning after breakfast it was our usual expression of face. We all thinking same thing. Inside of four bottoms is growl and growl. All four of bottoms need to be active. Beige loo is waiting with impatience. "When you come? I am hungry!!"
We clear table first, then go to loo. Loo gave us smile. Hisae took off pyjama and panties and sat down. Maho next to her. Usual style, many plops and about 5 minutes. Then Kazuko with me next her. It is so pleasure to watch Kazuko when she is busy her bottom. She feel so comfortable and we can see in her face. And movement of her bottom also show she is comfortable. Turds came out and came out and came out again. She paused many times, then started again many times, that is her style and I love! It was so a pleasure to dry her after washlet.
Maho look at me so I said, "Maholin I want to be last, is it OK?" Maho said, "Mina everything you want is OK. It's your birthday, and you are sweetest woman in world, so I give you anything what you want." And kiss me on my top of head, and take off panties and sit on loo.
Kazuko next her.
"You are sweetest woman in world." Many times 3 crushes said this to me yesterday and today.
Maho was on loo very long time, she never hurry and she need to drop many turds, one at a time and they are heavy so make loud plop noise every time. (But Kazu was also on loo very long time.) I feel OK. I am not in hurry so much. But I have feeling, I am going to stay even longer time than Kazuko and Maho, that is reason why I want to to be last. I don't know why I had this feeling, but I had message from body. I look at Maho with a full of love in my heart. Hisae also looked at her with love and held my hand.
Finally Maho finished and Kazu dried her, then I sat on loo with Hisae next me so she could give me massage.
Different with Kazuko and Maho, my first turd came quickly and broke up many pieces. Very soft motion! I stayed on loo for next one. Kazuko said, "Minappé when you are on loo, you are so so beautiful!"
I said, "Kazu also, and Maholin and Chae."
Maho kneel down and touch my knees with her both hands. "Minappé beautiful beautiful beautiful." Strong voice. Kazuko's eyes gleam, and Hisae's massage became stronger. I was busy because my bottom said, "now is time" and motion came out, plop plop about 6 times because soft again and broke up.
Hisae said, "I flush so please stand. Loo is full." Maho pulled me up. After flush, I sat down again, quite quickly because my bottom sending urgent message.
Burururururururururu. Burururururururururururu.
"I think is only little pieces now, so flush is not need." Hisae said OK.
Ten minutes later, little pieces still coming out. About one minute one piece. One of them not so little, Hisae said. About 7 centimetres. That one came out with two more smaller ones at same time.
Why I did so many little pieces? They all land on top of huge mushy....
"Minappé, if you are not satisfy, it's OK you stay on loo! We can wait!" Maho said.
My bottom said to me, there are more little pieces. Stay on loo. So I nod head. Kazu now kneeling in my front, and hold knees. I push and push and many more little pieces, time was ten minutes more. Hisae still did massage!! How sweet she is.
Last little piece came out very fast. Pakan! like bullet. I said, "this is end." So I washed with washlet, and then 3 crushes all dry me. "Minappé you are beautiful." "Minappé we love you." "Minappé you did so beautiful motion." "Minappé we are happiest women in world because we live with you." "Minappé thank you for being born." "Minappé your bottom is cutest one." So many kind things they say while they dry me. I am crying and crying, I can't stop to cry. "I am happiest woman in world because I live with Chae and Kazuchan and Maholin" I said with crying voice. It is true. I am happy happy happy!!!
After we all wash hands I hug and hug all three crushes. I was on loo nearly 40 minutes but they never said complaint. Then we drank tea. Maho made me sit on her knees!! I am little baby....
Now I am writing in evening but my heart still warm from this morning. And so many caresses while I writing.
I hope everybody on toiletstool site is well and happy. Please be careful everybody. Don't catch a corona. Winnie the Poo, and Mr Oldpoop, are you still in this site? I hope you have vaccine soon.
Love to all of you.
Mina and 3 crushes
Bianca
Mini Training
Hi folks. This occurred a long time ago, so some details are sketchy. In the summer of 07, I went to a mini blindness training program held in Waco. The hotel was big from what I recall, and the bathroom attached to my room was small with the toilet facing the door to it. I only remember one memorable urgent bathroom need (I had to go 2). I rushed into my room, and dropped everything in order to make it. We took a van in the morning to go to a different building for classes, but I don't recall bathrooms their. When I think of the hotel in Waco I was at, I even believe I was on one of the upper floors. I seem to recall being in an elevator with someone on the way to my room after buying a baby doll that said Mamma, etc. I was sad when I accidentally spilled water on her after taking her home, but at least I didn't get anything gross on her like pee. What I mean by that is that I'm glad I'm not a bed wetter. If I was, the doll could've gotten ruined by pee soaked sheets/clothing. I'm sad to have forgotten a lot of my mini training experiences especially the bathroom. Once, I did a wrongful thing that taught me a lesson. That incident was being in the same room with a guy, and being in the same bed with him. We never used the bathroom together, but in the end I was just mad for braking the rules. This guy was named Willie, and we never became friends for long. I bet Willie has had his good share of awesome poops, but I'll never know now. As for my poop today, it was runny. My period has given me diarrhea before, and strangely, Pepto didn't help. This was back when I thought I had a virus. I guess it was withdrawal from birth control hormones giving me diarrhea, and maybe Pepto doesn't fix that cause of diarrhea. It wasn't too watered down today, more like sludge. My story was a bit longer today, and as always, hope you enjoy. Bye!End Stall Em
Question about the first poop
My now live-in boyfriend is Spencer. We went to the same high school, but he was a couple of grades ahead of me. One hot summer afternoon when I think I was in 9th grade, our doorbell rang. It was this guy they called Sodbuster Spencer because he was laying sod in our neighborhood. He was drenched in sweat, knew my name, and asked to use our bathroom. Since I kinda knew him, I led him down to hall to the bathroom. I could hear him pick up the lid, tear off a lot of toilet paper, so I thought he was going to take a crap. Then silence. Then he dropped himself onto the stool. After a minute or two of listening, I opened the linen closet door, grabbed a large bath towel, knocked, he said I could come in and I tossed him the towel. He seemed most appreciative and smiled as he caught it. Just as he did, I heard a couple of splashes of crap into the water. What was most surprising to me was that he was sitting on a nest of toilet paper. It was hanging off the front, on the sides, and from in between his legs over the front. That surprised me. Mom cleans the bathroom once a week. This wasn't at some gross truck stop, with some urine on the seat, and that type of thing. While I was in the kitchen pouring him a drink, I could hear him flushing the toilet one time after another. Finally when he came out and Spencer and I had a talk I asked him why he would waste so much toilet paper on papering the seat. He said that's what he was taught at home, and that he always does when he's away from home. I was like WOW! I never have worried about sitting right on a toilet seat away from home. That includes at my college, at the mall I work at part-time, and everywhere Spencer and I go, too. The first time Spencer saw me poop was on the first trip we took together to visit family at Christmas. At an Interstate rest stop the ladies room was closed for cleaning and it was 90 miles to the next stop. I decided to use the guys' bathroom. Otherwise I would have exploded in his truck. So he stood in the bathroom doorway at 2 a.m. While I seated myself in the first stall, a stall without a privacy door I might add, he seemed surprised that I just "went in." I guess I was suppose to check out all of the 8 or 10 stalls. Why? I explained to him that I always take one of the two end stalls. I sat right down. Jeans and underwear at knee level. I explained to him about the time and toilet paper that I don't waste by wiping down or covering the seat. Spencer admitted, however, that I did a more through wipe from the seat and a good washing of my hands with soap. He also seemed surprised that I flushed from the sitting position, just as I stand up to leave.MD Dan
Job Site Buddy Dump with a Girl
I had to visit a construction site recently for work (something I do often) but this visit turned out to be a lot more interesting than usual. I was meeting with one of the Project Managers on site to discuss the job early in the morning. The site was a new home being built and had open framing, a roof, and the exterior walls only. There was a bank of 3 port-a-potties for the workers tucked next to the roll-off dumpsters.
So I showed up on site and was greeted by the PM, a woman of about 37-40, blonde hair tied up (for safety), and she looked a lot like Sara Jean Underwood. Her mask hid most of her face though. It was about 20 degrees outside so we both had on heavy jackets. She was wearing jeans and short boots, as was I.
So we were walking around the site and discussing the job for about 45 minutes and I started feeling the coffee I had on the way over. My gut was starting to cramp and I kept letting out silent farts as we were walking around. The wind was blowing through the house every so often and I tried to do it when we were walking between rooms. She may have noticed a couple of them but this is not an uncommon thing to happen on construction sites. At some point I started smelling someone else farting too, but I didn't know if it was her or not. There were a couple other workers on site that had passed by close enough to us that it may have been them.
After about the one hour mark I couldn't take too much more and we came to a natural pause in the discussions so I asked if she minded if I took a bathroom break. She immediately seemed a little relieved and said, "No, go for it! I was about to head over there myself!" We made our way out of the house and down to the porta-potties. The one on the right was leaning at a precarious angle due to some erosion underneath it. It was probably fine for a guy taking a piss but definitely would have been awkward to sit down in. The middle and left ones were fine. All 3 were tucked up against each other to save space. She took the middle one and I took the one on the left.
I knew there was no possible way to hide was I was about to do so I just embraced it and hoped to finish quickly. Being used to porta-potties, I was able to undo my belt and get my pants down pretty quickly in the cramped space. I sat down and checked for toilet paper, which there was plenty of. I heard her fumbling around a bit. She probably wasn't as used to the cramped space. I heard her jeans finally slide down and she let out a quick fart as she sat down.
We both pissed at the same time, taking a few seconds each. I had to go bad enough that my poop quickly started flowing out. It was about 6 or 7 semi-solid globs of poop. I was farting at the same time as they all fell out in only a matter of 10 seconds or so. I ended with a deep blubbering fart. They all made soft splatting sounds in the chemical below. Immediately after I was done (which only took about 15 seconds) I heard her start to poop. Her dump was pretty much identical to mine, just with about 12-13 soft logs and a lot more gas. I heard a few logs splat out from her, followed by bubbly farts, then more poop, then more bubbly farts, then more poop and finally a last mushy fart. She only took about 15-20 seconds.
We both wiped, pulled up our pants and got out at the same time. She glanced over at me, clearly grinning even though I couldn't see it through the mask, I could tell by her eyes. I just said, "All good?" and she let out a short laugh and said, "Yes, I'm good!" As we walked back she fell back a couple paces and blasted another bubbly fart. She caught back up and said, "Sorry! I have some bad gas this morning and figured you wouldn't mind since we just heard each other pooping like that." Then she held her stomach and said, "Oh my god..." and farted yet another bubbly fart. She laughed and said, "I am so sorry! This is crazy!" I said, "Hey, it happens! Don't worry about it! At least we are outside." We dropped the conversation as we came back into the job site to finish the work we were doing over the next 30 minutes. I farted a couple more times walking through, as did she. Neither of us not worried about making any noise around each other now.
I have to meet up with her again a couple more times before I'm off that job. I'll let you know if anything like that happens again.
Leena P.
Can anyone help me find a post from the old pages? All I remember is a young man on vacation with his family at a lake. He met a girl there. The 2 of them went into the woods to use relieve themselves but she was constipated. I think he pulled it out of her. Somebody please help me find it!
Anna from Austria
Air Refesher
I have never been a fan off Air Refresher and never have used them in my life. And after using them for the first time I do not regret it that i have never done it.
On Monday I had to visit a different part of the Office Building to submit some papers to my higher ups.
After doing dad i felt some preasure at my Backdoor and headed to next bathroom. Never used the bathrooms before at that Floor so i didn't know that were no normal separated big toilet Rooms with plenty of stalls for each gender like at our Floor. They just had single room Unisex toilet.
I locked the door pulled down my pants and panties and sat at the toilet. At first I peed quite a lot, then I did a prrft type fart and a big log. some more farts and then another log. Then I felt empty. the Toilet room was smelling Pretty bad now. I felt embarrased because lots of People saw entering the toilet. Then I looked at the sink and saw the air refresher. I first cleaned my self flushed and then I headed to the sink to wash my Hands and use the air refresher. But somehow it did work out as it should. it changed the smell in the room for sure but it did not cover my poop smell entirely. it just produced strange stench. A mixture of my poop and the smell of the air refesher. Quite a diguisting stench for my likings. I left the toilet fast and headed back to my Floor. I really hope nobody entered the toilet after me in the next 30 or so minutes.
That's my Story for today
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Debbie
Post Title (optional)pooped my pad on the bus
I was riding the bus this morning to work and let out some routine gas. However it felt like more than routine gas and more like I had pooped my panties. Like, oh my, it just slid out, unexpectedly. Luckily, I was wearing a large pad because I was expecting my period. I was quite anxious because I couldn't tell how much damage was done in my panties and if people on the bus could smell anything. I stood the rest of the way because I didn't want the poo to squeeze past my underwear and pantyhose and stain my skirt. I felt really self conscious standing there with empty seats, wondering if anyone suspected that I had just shit myself. I tried to sneak into work to get to the bathroom to check the damage, but my boss intercepted me and spend several minutes going over what needed to be done urgently that day. Finally I got to the bathroom stall and managed to wrestle my spanx off, as well as my panties and pantyhose. Of course, there's only two stalls, with my co-worker pooping next to me and no where to hang my spanx and pantyhose. Luckily there wasn't much damage, the pad had contained the surprisingly amount of poo and my panties were only slightly damaged. My problem was that my pads were the kind with wings so the wings kind of went done the legs of my spanx, which felt weird. Then I had to figure out what to do with my panties and pad. As I was leaving the stall I was palming the panties and pad, and I quickly stuffed them in the trash, not being sure if the other person noticed. I figured I could come back later with a plastic bag and retrieve the panties. I had rough morning with cramps, bleeding, and diarrhea, as my period came on pretty heavy as I could sense the wetness. I didn't want to take too many trips to the toilet because I didn't want to draw attention to myself and also deal with the struggle to get my spanx down and back in place. So I spend most of the morning trying to hold it as much as possible through my cramps and urgency. I worried that my pad wasn't in place and that I might lose control and when I felt I couldn't hold it any longer I rushed to the toilet. Trying to hold it while wrestling with spanx isn't easy. By the afternoon I was feeling much better. It was a very stressful morning.
Anon
@Reek
I do not recall when the first time was but I do not believe there ever has been embarrassment about it--she's medically trained, that pretty much gets rid of any squeamishness about what the body does. Neither of us cares if the other is there, the bathroom door only gets closed for temperature reasons. I can't recall a time when our relationship was not like that, but in our initial dating time there were appearances that had to be maintained, there were no sleepovers and no access to toilets that were not shared with others. It was only when we moved into an apartment together that encountering each other in the bathroom was even possible.
The other way around is slightly an issue--I don't like wiping with her there, but that's about showing an unwiped ass, not about pooping. She doesn't understand it and I've never figured out exactly what my issue is with it as I know it's not a problem for her.
Luna
Film Farts
I have a project for school which is to record and ask people in my family important question. I'm spending the weekend with my grandmother and I decided to ask her some questions.
My grandmother is in her early 50s, brown hair, and around 5'8. She is very sweet and caring, but she wasn't particularly okay with being recorded. I was able to convince her though.
We sat on the couch in her living room to record. She was nervous and she kept her hands on stomach the whole time. When we finished the questions, I went to turn the camera off but I guess she thought I already turned it off because she did the most unexpected thing and let out a huge wet fart.
The thing about my grandmother is that she is very proper and fancy, so her letting out that fart seemed so out of character for her. I turned to her and said "Grandma?". She burst out laughing and I started to laugh too, but her laughter caused more farts to come out of her. They are sounded so wet! I thought for sure she may had pooped, but she didn't.
When she finally calmed down and stopped wet farting, she said "Thank God the camera isn't on." I didn't tell her the camera was still on because I didn't want to embarrass her. I'll probably just tell her I accidently deleted the video and need to record a new one.
Bonus: An hour after that, she had came out of the bathroom and told me she thinks I shouldn't go in there for a while. She had a sheepish grin while saying that. I'm honestly glad I'm getting to see this side of my grandmother.Abbie
Latest update
Hi everyone, I've got a couple of comments before sharing my latest news.
Imogen- good to hear from you and glad you made it home before you totally wet your knickers, sounded like it was close!!
Jasmin K- great to hear from you again, your belly must have felt better after pushing that massive poo out although it sounds like it might take a while for your bum to recover!
As I've mentioned before my constipation troubles started when I went to secondary school and I started holding in my poo because the loos were really gross and bullies used to hang around there, a few times I had other girls looking over the cubicles at me while I was on the loo, luckily every time that happened I was just having a wee, I would have been totally mortified if I'd been in the middle of a poo! My body clock is actually very regular, I usually start to want a poo late morning and when I was at primary school I had a great routine, I always went on the loo at the start of lunch break, I would be pretty desperate for a wee by then anyway and probably every other day I would go for a poo. I've always done pretty firm solid logs which take a bit of pushing to get started, but back then I wouldn't have said I was constipated. The girls loos at my primary school were always really nice and clean and a couple of other girls in my class followed the same routine as me, we would go off to the loo together at the start of lunch and most days I would hear them having a poo as well so I never felt awkward or embarrassed at all. Unfortunately that routine got disrupted pretty much as soon as I started secondary school, what I didn't realise back then is even if the urge for a poo went away because I was holding it in I should have gone on the loo as soon as I got back home, but I just thought I didn't need to go anymore and then it might well be a few days before the urge returned. Of course by then my poo had got really hard and dry and so it was a nightmare to push it out and I would be on the loo for ages. I know what you mean Jasmin about wanting to do it in your knickers, I think once your actually on the loo you can sometimes tense up and I've often thought if I could just sit there and poo my pants it might actually be alot easier! In fact quite often when I was at school I would be sitting in class desperately clenching my bum to stop my poo from poking out in my knickers, sometimes I lost the battle and I would end up with bad skidmarks but I never completely pooed my knickers at school even though it was quite tempting sometimes in a funny sort of way! Luckily by the time I was in Year 10 some refurbished girls loos opened up in the Humanities block and I was able to start going for a poo at school again, which did help my constipation a bit and meant that my knickers didn't get as dirty which was a massive bonus, I used to get quite stressed about changing for PE as sometimes the skidmarks would show through to the back of my knickers which was really embarrassing. Fortunately the bullies never went to those loos and alot of girls used them when they wanted a poo, so if I was a bit constipated and needing to grunt and strain there was a good chance the girl on the loo next door might be making similar noises! I changed schools for sixth form but luckily the loos were much more pleasant so I would go and have a poo at school whenever I felt the urge although I did still get constipated quite often.
Well anyway, back to my latest news- we're still in lockdown here although luckily the end is now finally in sight!! Just like before its totally messing up my bowels and my constipations really bad at the moment, I'm lucky if I can have a poo any more than twice a week and when I eventually manage to go I'm on the loo for ages trying to pass really hard, fat and dry logs- the worst possible combination!
Anyway, I have a story from a couple of days ago one evening after Lucy and I had eaten dinner. We were lazing around on our beds chatting when I suddenly had a few twinges in my belly, I felt it and realised I was pretty bloated. Yet again despite going to sit on the toilet 3 or 4 times a day and staying there for at least 20 minutes I hadn't managed to have a poo for 4 days. Lucy must have seen my face, she said, "Are you OK, Abs?" and I said, "Yeah, its just ages since I last had a poo, I really wish I could go more often!"
"Oh God, I haven't been for a few days either" Lucy said, "I guess I should really try to go in a bit, I don't even feel like I want a poo though!"
"Well, I've got a bit of bellyache so thats normally a sign that I need to go!" I said. "Actually I'm gonna have to take these jeans off, there really tight!" I've put a bit of weight on recently around my belly, bum and thighs so some of my trousers and knickers don't fit so well any more but I'm stubbornly refusing to get any new ones!! I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, I realised my pink and yellow stripey knickers were coming down as well so I had to hold onto them with one hand. After a bit of a battle I finally managed to get my jeans off and sat back on my bed.
"Actually I think I'll have to take my jeans off too, I'm feeling really bloated," said Lucy. She felt her belly and said, "God, my bellys really massive, no wonder I was struggling to fit in these jeans!!" She started to take her jeans off too, it made me feel better to see that her orange knickers came down as well and by the time she'd got her jeans off practically her whole bum was showing, she quickly pulled her knickers back up before lying on her bed. "Now I come to think of it I think I last went for a poo five days ago so that probably explains it!" she said.
"I just know its gonna be a massive fat one, you know the ones where they come out of your bum a tiny bit but when you try to push them out they keep getting sucked back up!" I replied.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, every time I have a poo at the moment I have the same problem!" Lucy said. She was still feeling her belly, she said, "Actually I'm bursting for a wee, I shouldn't have pressed my belly so hard!" She quickly got up and hurried into the ensuite, her knickers were stuck up her bum quite badly. I followed her in more slowly, I could feel that my knickers were stuck up my bum too, all my decent pants were in the wash meaning I was down to ones that I hadn't worn for ages. When I got into my ensuite Lucy was already on the loo with her knickers round her thighs and a look of relief on her face, a strong jet of wee whooshing down into the bowl. As I sat on the floor I could see there was a wet spot on her knickers, she must have caught me looking as she blushed, I said "Don't be embarrassed, it happens to me too!" After she'd finished weeing she stayed on the loo and I could see she was starting to strain, I was sitting there feeling really hot and bothered as the radiator thermostat in my room has been playing up again and its been like a sauna!! As Lucy kept pushing I said, "I'm gonna have to get undressed, its too warm in here!!" I took off my top so I was just in my bra and knickers. After a few hard pushes she shook her head and said "I don't think its ready to come yet, I'll try again in a bit." She wiped her front, stood up and flushed, and then took her knickers off and put them in the washing hamper. "Actually I think I might be able to go for a poo now," I said, getting up and walking over to the toilet. I eased my knickers down to my knees before sitting down on the warm seat. Lucy said "I'll be back in a sec, I just need to put some clean knickers on" and she went back into the bedroom with her bare bum showing, I saw her opening her underwear drawer, she took out some white knickers and quickly put them on. She came back in to the ensuite, sat cross legged on the floor and said "God, its boiling in here, I don't blame you for just being in your knickers Abbie, I'm gonna have to take this top off!" She pulled her top over her head so she was just in her bra and knickers too and then asked, "How are you getting on?" I just finished another massive push with a loud grunt and said "As usual its really fat and I'm struggling to get it out," with that I bore down again, I could feel that I was going red in the face and a huge poo was stretching my poor bum. I reached round behind myself and pulled my bum cheeks apart, that usually helps if I'm struggling to have a poo, and did another massive push. I was grunting a bit but knew I'd never manage to pass this monster poo without really grunting it out so I said "I really need to grunt to help it out, sorry I'm gonna make a massive noise!" Even in front of Lucy I was feeling a bit embarrassed but she told me not to worry, she quite often needs to grunt when she's having a poo so that made it a bit less awkward. I bore down hard and did a really loud grunt, luckily that did help and I felt the log slide out a bit more. After a few more pushes like that the log started to move faster and eventually it dropped into the bowl with a splash. I sighed with relief and said "God, I'm glad that one's out, it was huge!" I noticed Lucy shifting around again and she said "Are you nearly done only I'm starting to get really desperate to have a poo, theres a log trying to poke out of my bum and I don't know how much longer I can keep it in!" I'd already started to bear down again, I could feel another log starting to come out so I said after I'd pushed "I'll be as quick as I can, I just need to do a bit more!" Luckily this log wasn't nearly as fat so after a few pushes it fell into the loo with a loud plop. I said "Right, I'm done, do you want me to wipe standing up so you can get on the loo?" Lucy said "Yes, if you don't mind, I'm going to get these knickers dirty any second!!" She quickly tugged down her pants and sat on the seat, I heard her moaning as she relaxed her bum and she said "Oh God, that was just in time!" I finished wiping my bottom and Lucy moved forward so I could throw the paper away. I pulled up my pants and sat down on the floor. Lucy said "Right, its slid out a tiny bit, I'm gonna need to start pushing now though!" She took a deep breath and I could see her bearing down hard, she grunted too after she'd finished pushing so as I predicted at least it wasn't just me! She did a few more hard pushes and then said "It keeps getting sucked back up every time I stop pushing, its so annoying!!" I said "Try to push for as long as you can and don't have too much of a break in between pushes, just do your best to keep up the pressure."
"OK, I'll see if that does the trick," panted Lucy. She pushed for ages until she went really red in the face, and then quickly took another deep breath and kept on straining. "Is it working?" I asked and she nodded. After a few more pushes like that she heaved a big sigh of relief and said "Well its not going back up my bum any more, but I still need to push it out, at least I should be able to take a break every so often!" She bore down again and did a loud grunt, she said "I told you not to worry, I knew I'd need to make a lot of noise as well!" After a few more hard pushes she said, "Its speeding up now!" and shortly afterwards she moaned with relief as it dropped from her bum and splashed into the bowl. She farted and finished with some smaller pieces which were alot easier to pass, and then she wiped her bottom and pulled up her knickers, before flushing and washing her hands. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Rachel
Lavah: Your Weekly Poops
Lavah, I'm very sorry to hear that you're having a harder time than normal trying to poop, though sadly, it sounds like normal for my sister and my mom and I. I think with all of the food shortage issues during lockdown, it's harder to get access to fresh food for a lot of people, so I'm sure it's making the symptoms of those who struggle as whole families with near constant constipation even worse; I think me and my family have had a harder time for at least 6-9 months. You talked about crying when it's bad, which is something my mom does a lot, but she's stubborn about being helped. I will say that something that I think you've described before really works, and it's something my mom taught me when I was younger, which is sitting backwards on the toilet. I'm guessing you're already using that method, since you said you had before?
My symptoms have changed a little this week bc I miscalculated that my period was due, and though I've technically been able to poop finally it's been hard bits that I haven't succeeded at each toilet visit to actually get unstuck, so it's painful and frustrating in a different way, and I'm having extra trouble pushing.Thunder
Constipation
I regularly read posts on the above and I am a long time sufferer. The answer is osmotic laxatives for me . Start at a very low does and keep increasing until nature takes its course . Also in my Arsenal I have suppositories and fleets enemas, but due to the use of osmotic laxatives I only use suppositories and enemas occasionally.
Anna from Austria
Reply the Erin B
I know the phenomenon you describe pretty well. That are also my standard poo times. Cannot say that there was more bowel movement activity at my work place but I already noticed at school and university days that many girls had to poop after the lunch break at around 2 just like myself.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Reek
Question about your first time
What were the circumstances the first time you saw your significant other pooping? Discussion? Embarrassment?Rachel
Jasmin: Family Constipation Routine
Jasmin,
Thank you very much for your input/family history. I also have other extended family members, like my cousin, and my grandma, who also have chronic constipation issues. Daily sitting and straining sounds like a really good idea, but I've never that I can remember ever been able to poop every day, so it seems like a waste of time for me. So, in my family, every 3 days makes more sense, like you, I think that rule comes from my grandma originally, for my mom and aunt when they were younger. Some days, in between the big poop of the week, I can do a couple of pellets per day sometimes, but I don't figure it makes a lot of difference in helping discomfort in the grand scheme of things. I've felt really bloated the last two days and hoped that some poop was moving down into place, so to speak, but all I could do yesterday was a couple of pellets and mucus, which feels and sounds gross coming out.
Your poop you described sounds pretty much like my typical ones when I've had a really rough time of it, I don't really know about the size of it or anything, but I usually have to pass the pellets blocking the entrance, and then a big hard piece or two, and then all of the softer stuff that piled up in my stomach/intestines behind it that was probably causing all of the bloating. My mom likes to have privacy for herself, especially when she's having an extra rough time of it, but ironically, like you described, no privacy and supervised trying sessions have definitely been a thing for my sister and I since we were really little. I understand why it happened for comfort and medical reasons, but it's actually harder to poop when pressure is put on you to go. Unfortunately, sound really travels from our bathroom, so there really isn't as much privacy as one would hope during a trying session that lasts a long time. I don't really know how long it takes for non-constipated people to poop, but my mom says you have to take that into account and multiply it by how many days it's been since you last were able to go a decent amount. So, if regular people take 15 minutes or something per day, that's over an hour if you only go every 5 days, so the time you said for your last poop totally makes sense to me unfortunately. My mom always tries in the morning, but I've always had better luck after supper, like you described, and my sister usually goes before bed, which is also a time that works best for me. I know it sounds super gross, but like you, my sister and I have also gone in bed for comfort reasons when we really sick with constipation, but it was more in a pull-up situation because we had constipation-related bed wetting issues when we were younger, so my mom let us sometimes, especially when we felt too sick to go to school like you said. When I was a freshman, I had to take off school during an extended rough patch and do a lot of trying, and it's one of the times I ended up at the doctor's office because I was beyond my mom's help at that point, which I don't recommend because it is the most embarrassing thing ever. It's bad enough that my mom has had to dig it out when I ended up with too many pellets all stuck together that hurt too much to push, even though I really, really needed to poop by then, and that portion was making it feel pretty much like I was never going to be able to poop ever again. Yes, I'm dramatic, lol, but I'm sure you understand how that feels, unfortunately.
The bloating is pretty uncomfortable and my stomach is hurting right now, but I don't really feel any urges like I feel like I actually need to poop, which has been the trend lately, so I'm not sure how much longer until I can actually go and hope that I don't have any troubles where I can't go when I need to push, which is what happened during a bad time of it a couple weeks ago, and before that, the holidays were really, really bad for my whole family constipation-wise, just like every year. On Christmas Day, it was actually so bad for me that I was too nauseous to eat Christmas dinner, but I couldn't get any poop out, even though I was so miserable and tried longer than I should have had to on Christmas, but I was desperate at that point and I struggled forever to push the day I finally went because I couldn't strain long enough on each push for it not to get stuck.
Maddy
Toilet stuff
Hello I'm Maddy and this is my first ever post to this site which I came across whilst googling information about doing hard poo well actually foods that cause hard poo amongst other things. So having read some of the posts I though it seemed fun and very open on here and quite a lot of information.
As I've said I'm Maddy I'm 11 and and a bit, totally bored with lockdown, into unusual things for a girl my age, being fascinated by the peeing and pooing that we all do I like to experiment with mine like how much I can do how long I can hold, eating different things to see what effect it has, at the moment it's rice cakes / biscuits things as they give me big poos I ate 1'packet in a day and next day my poo made my eyes water as it came out so today I'm trying 4'packs with only little sips of water anyway you get where I am on this. I'm also into anime / cosplay dressing, was raised by my dad who didn't pay much attention to potty and toilet training and wasn't bothered where I did it as long as I did it somewhere so long as he knew I had peed each day and that I told him when I was going to poo so he could check. He likes to see when I poo on the toilet so comes into the bathroom to watch and check what I'd done, I don't mind being watched I quite like it as it happens When we went camping he couldn't come to the toilets with me, instead in the tent I had to lay on my front and push it out into my panties so he can check if it's hard or soft or if I need to do more. I do it in my panties at home when I'm told to and sometimes at other times to, he doesn't bother and doesn't get stressy about accidents or messes in fact until he met my now step mum and she moved in with us before the 1st lockdown I still had pull-ups that I could use instead of going to the toilet and I still do when playing xbox.
So the poo I did yesterday I did in front of the long mirror in our bathroom kneeling on all fours so I could see it come out. I put a white towel down to soak up my pee which was very yellow. My poo was 2 days worth of mainly rice cakes plus normal meals with meat and veg ( yuk to veg but it keeps the peace ) my poo was solid and was sticking out 6 inches long before it broke and fell and then I did another piece about 4 inches long. The first bit was quite thick and really stung as it came out it made my eyes water.
I also like peeing and pooing in other places in the house like when playing Xbox or watching TV I often put a pull up on and also outside like on a walk just squat down and pee if I'm wearing a skirt or dress and pee through my panties or if it's jeans I edge them down just enough. I think it's funny if someone sees. I've done a poo out side lots of times especially at the swing park but only when wearing a skirt or dress. I check no one is looking or if it's busy I go behind the park toilets to take off my panties or sometimes pull them to the side then squat like I'm doing my laces or something and do my poo and quickly stand up and walk and adjust my panties or go behind the toilets and put them on and sit on the swings and watch when someone sees my poo. They often make comments about dog owners who don't clear up after their dogs. I know my next poo is going to be big and hard as I can feel it building.
Ive read lots of posts about constipation and yes I do sometimes get constipated not very often but when I do it's quite bad so I just really force it to come out, I've got very strong stomach muscles which I think may be needed tomorrow. I've made my ass really bad and had bad ???? aches quite a few times but I don't care I like my eating and poo pee fun
I am happy to share my stories like when I drank a bottle of green food colouring to see if it coloured my poo - not really very green but my pee was or when I took a whole pack of Imodium tablets or when I had uncontrollable runs after eating 2 whole bars of laxitive chocolate
Bye for now
Maddy
Shannon
Replies and update
Catherine: i really do appreciate your advice! I will certainly try your suggestions and see if they are helpful! I hope you have good healthy poops during your hiatus and I look forward to hearing from you when you get back!
Trina: thats a very interesting accident to have witnessed. I'm jealous that you saw someone else poop their pants!
I have not pooped my pants since my recent work mishap. It was tough going back there after my accident, I felt so embarrassed about people knowing. On my first day back I was queasy and shaky walking back in there because I was so nervous lol. I couldn't look anyone in the eye for a little while... I talked with Brian about it and he told me that people kept asking what happened and he was just telling them that I got sick, but he leveled with me and said most people knew that i went home because i pooped my pants... throughout the day it seemed like more people than normal acknowledged me and said hello, I guess trying to be nice, but no one brought up what I did. I asked Brian if it was really obvious when it happened, and he just kind of smiled awkwardly and turned away. I blushed and turned away too because I knew that was a yes, then he said "unfortunately yeah it was pretty clear what happened." He went on to say that he first heard "popping sounds, like bubble wrap" and he looked over and I had my hand on my butt and I had "poop face" (!!!). He said my face literally looked like I was going to the bathroom! which I never even considered to be a thing when I have an accident but now it's one more detail to be self conscious about. He said when I moved my hand he saw the bulge in my pants, and then he could smell poop. It was all tough to hear, but I needed to know how obvious it was in case it ever happens again I will definitely leave immediately instead of staying with my customer. But oddly, as embarrassing as it was, I also found it kind of exciting hearing about how he basically watched me poop in my pants. I am sure he appreciated it and I am kind of glad its out of the way so hes just another person in the fold who I don't really need to be too afraid of it happening around...
So while I haven't pooped my pants since then, I have had an accident. For some reason I wet the bed again. That's never been a problem for me but this is the second random bedwetting in just a few months. I read about this online and (among other things) it suggested doing kegel exercises too like Catherine suggested for my other problem... usually I wake up one time during the night to pee, but that night I never did. I slept straight through for about 7 hours. At one point I had a dream where I was about to go horseback riding but I had to pee. I kept complaining that I can't get on a horse if I need to pee and finally the people in my dream told me to just go pee, and pointed to a short wooden wall. I went over and squatted down behind it and peed. It felt very very real, the tingling as it came out and the relief, but I also had the very real feeling of warmth spreading all over my butt and my hip, and my side and lower back. I went on to get on the horse and in the dream I could tell I was wet. I cant remember the dream anymore after that I just know that I could feel the wetness. When I finally woke up, I didn't put it together at first until I sat up. I just felt a whoosh of cold air against my wet underwear when I moved, and I looked down to see that I had peed my bed. I just sat in disbelief for a little bit then carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I was sopping wet and it was cold by then and super uncomfortable. I got my wet t shirt and undies off and just quickly took a shower, because there was still the matter of the wet sheets on my mattress. I hurried out of the shower and went and stripped the bed and put all the pee covered stuff in the laundry. I dont know if this is just happening because I keep peeing in my dreams but I don't know how to control that:/ I'm just really glad I was alone this time. But since i'm already a chronic pants pooper i could really do without developing a bedwetting problem in my 30s...so i hope it stops lol
Xoxo
ShannonMegan
Biggest I've ever seen
Brandon, your story about Naomi and her bluntness and/or pride about the big dump she took makes me think back to this one girl in high school I knew named Jill.
Freshman year of high school, we had a three night overnight school retreat at a nearby campground/retreat center type area. We all stayed in cabins and it was an outdoor oriented event where we would do hikes and learn about nature and bond with our new classmates. This was a private high school with kids coming from various middle schools so not everyone knew each other the way many kids would at a public high school where everyone comes from the same middle schools. I guess the retreat was mainly a bonding experience with our new classmates.
Anyways, there was this one girl named Jill who I didn't personally know but she seemed pretty popular and outgoing. She was pretty and a good athlete too. I was definitely not popular nor particularly outgoing so we never became friends. Nevertheless, she was always nice to me during high school and I liked her a lot.
There was a single large bathroom building that all the various cabins shared. I think it had 10 or so toilets and a bunch of showers. So apparently sometime during the first evening after dinner, Jill had taken a massive dump in one of the toilets. It was no secret it was her either...by the time I had woken up the next morning people were talking about it. I don't know who first figured it out, but even Jill wasn't denying it. In fact, she seemed rather prideful when everyone know what she'd done.
By lunch, one of her friends had taken a picture and shared it with the boys, who unsurprisingly thought it was hilarious and awesome. Again, I wasn't particularly popular so I didn't get sent the picture. Jumping ahead a tiny bit here, but the picture actually ended up in the internet at one point. I've looked for it recently but can't find it anymore.
Someone had put a hand-drawn "Out of Order - Do not use" sign on the stall door so she had surely clogged it, which was telling of its size given that the toilets were the super strong ones in most public places. Well it remained a major topic of discussion the rest of the day.
The next night, I needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night so I left the cabin and went into the bathroom building. I was surprised to see the sign was still up. I figured it would have been fixed by then but it didn't appear so. The bathroom was totally empty since it was the middle of the night, and I had to admit I was curious, so I went in to see it for myself. How this thing had come out of Jill, who was maybe 5'3" tops and 100 lbs soaking wet was beyond me. It was a single thick log that curved into a U. If you took a banana, doubled its length and thickness, and painted it brown, that's probably a pretty good idea of how big this thing was. Suddenly I could understand how one of these industrial toilets got clogged - it was no match for Jill's colossal dump. There was also no paper at all, which was kind of gross. Hopefully she had gone to a different stall to wipe or something. I don't recall exactly how, but I remember getting the sense from some of her friends that this wasn't the first time she had taken a huge shit. It sounded like she had a history of it.
Somehow, the toilet never got fixed the rest of the retreat. The sign stayed there the whole time. The Teacher chaperones had their own bathroom so maybe none of them ever knew about it, although someone had put the sign up. Or maybe no one wanted to go near the thing. Luckily the bathroom seemed to be aired out enough that it didn't stink the whole place out, but I did use a stall two down from the clogged one on the last day and it definitely smelled from there.
On the last day, with the out of order sign still up, one of Jills friends took her picture with her standing in front of the sign pointing to it. Jill ended up posting it on her Facebook page like a trophy, although like the picture of the actual turd I can't find it anymore. I do like to imagine her dump still in that toilet today.
The rest of high school, I always wondered if I'd ever run into another of Jills dumps blocking one of the school toilets. I never did. Given that she was only a freshman, I do wonder how big she shits today.
I myself take what I would guess are normal sized poops. I've never clogged a toilet I don't think. It does seem like it would be a bit of a thrill to take toilet clogging dump. I'm a bit envious!
I love the stories on here of people doing or seeing large turds. Some of my recent favorites have come from Catherine, Victoria, Carlie B, LC, Leah, and Josie. By the sound some of your stories Jill may have some competition!
Bianca
Today's Story
hi folks on the site about toilets etc. The good news is our water is back on, so we've been able to flush the toilets again. Although my electronic dictionary never came (got damaged in transit) I enjoyed looking up a poop related word in an online one. The word I looked up was shart. I've always known what shart meant once I became an adult, but I just wanted to see if it was in there. Since I love birds, here's a good poop rime. It goes: There once was a bird who ate a big turd! Lol, if I ever do get the electronic dictionary someday, I'll write that in the messages menu. Also you could say something like: Act like a basketball player,and throw that poop through that hoop. I'm in a funny mood today. On a more serious note, the Hilton Garden Inn hotel in my city had a massive fire, and I miss the bathroom. From what I remember, it was on the left side of the entrance to the room, sink on right when you entered, toilet straight ahead, and bathtub on left. Anyway, I had a really soft medium poop after having a hard time dealing with Gmail on my ipod. For the rest of the evening, I've been farting around sometimes in between doing my peeing. I hope you enjoy my jokes and story for today. Bye.
Imogen
An audible near accident
Hey everyone!
I hope everyone is well and staying safe. I have an update to share with you on a recent near miss accident.
On Tuesday I was at home and in the early afternoon I went out for a jog. I like to get out and enjoy the fresh air as much as I can at the moment. Anyway I'd been drinking tea all morning and obviously went for a wee before I left, but after about half an hour I felt a need to go. I wasn't too worried because I was heading back towards home anyway, but a few minutes later and I was starting to feel desperate. I just set my mind to keep on jogging towards home and to hold it in. As I went past the local park I did think about going for a squat but because of all the rain things were really muddy so I didn't fancy going off the path and getting dirty.
I reached home and was seriously dancing on the doorstep and breathing heavily. I must have looked and sounded so silly. Anyways I got through the door and ran up to the bathroom, tore my joggers and pink knickers down whilst groaning and breathing heavily, then flopped on the loo and sighed as I let it all go. It was heaven! I checked my knickers, there was a wet spot about the size of a 5p coin.
I was so relieved and it was the nearest miss I've had for ages!
I hope everyone is ok and sending best wishes to Abbie, Taylor and all the others.
Imogen
Thursday, February 25, 2021
Flynn
Quick Post
Just making this post to say hi to you guys, and to reply to Audrey. Sorry, A, but I haven't actually transitioned. I definitely would, but my parents are still talking about it all. Anyways, keep doing your thing, everybody.
I've always thought of this place as a weirdly wholesome place, and after being away for a while, I would definitely still say the same. You guys are really nice, despite the weird context behind it all, and I'm glad that you guys have been accepting. It means a lot. Anyway, I still might buy a potty chair post-transition as a novelty. I won't get too involved with using it, but I will a bit.
Love you guys. Stay cool!
Lavah
to rachel regarding slow transit constipation
As you may know from reading some of the stories I've posted on here, I've dealt with constipation my whole life. My mom and sister have too but they've told me that theirs has never seemed to be as bad as mine. (They've had to help me poop countless times, so they would know.) I've never come across the term "slow transit constipation" before. I will definitely be looking into my family's history beyond my mother and seeing if there's more to the story. Thank you for bringing this up, Rachel! As for you, Melanie, and Jasmine K, here's hoping your next poops are as easy and painless as possible.
I don't have time to type out a story today, but I will say that my poops lately have not been pleasant. I've only been going about once a week (twice if I'm lucky) for most of 2021 so far and every time it's taken at least an hour of crying and grunting on the toilet with someone helping me. I don't think I've managed to go on my own without help in over a month. I'll try to post soon but in the meantime, take care everyone! Happy pooping!