Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny
Q and A
Kristi-
Welcome to the forum. I love all you posts and your stories about you and you husband. they are so fun and cathartic. And this is such a great community unlike so much social media and the internet right now. Who knew the kindest community on the web would be about poop and pee!
I loved your post about pooping after a bath. I have a shower and I don't have a bathtub , but most of my friends loves baths, and I love to soak when I am on vacation and we have a tub. I do love the feeling a clean butt and fresh underwear when I poop BEFORE a shower ( see my last post about that adventure), Kristi, when you shower, do you like shower then poop as well, or do you like to poop then clean up ?
One time on ski trip, I decided I wanted a bath after a day of skiing, so I stripped down, pooped, then got into a bath, and um.... I noticed a couple...dingleberries floating around....I don't think I took a tub bath for a few years after that lol. Has that happened to anyone else or am I just disgusting ? My husband called me a dirty girl when I found out, but let's just say, I could tell he was not too disgusted (Kristi and Catherine will catch my drift)
There is a question for Kristi that I hope no one minds if I answer as well:
"When your pooping in public or at home do u read the paper when your on the pot? And do u grunt when u poop or do u relax? Most of the time I relax when I'm pooping but sometimes I have to push."
You know whenever I travel and get a print paper newspaper, they are kind of hard to read on the couch or on the kitchen table, I think old school newspapers are made for the toilet. I love reading newspapers on the toilet. I get most of my news on my tablet but I love reading a print copy of the paper on the toilet holding the paper up to my chest and the bottom of the paper hang just below my knees? does this make sense to anyone else?
I rarely have to push when I poop. I actually poop really fast due to my diet. I ate it when I feel like I have to push and try to avoid that whenever possible. Actually i do get more backed up when I travel, so that's probably another reason why I read full size print newspaper when I travel. But really usually I poop for a minute and just sit with a dirty butt for about 30 minutes while I read
Kristi and Catherine, once again, you might appreciate this but my husband like it when I sit reading the newspaper on the toilet. the newspaper kind of covers my body and I like to pull my pants and panties down to my ankles and he likes that image. I might have let him take one picture of that when I had too much to drink .
As for in public, I am a little shy to carry a newspaper or book into the bathroom to a public toilet, not to mention Im usual done pooping in the amount of time it takes some people to pee. and Like most people, if I need a little more time, I read my phone or read this site! Maybe I just use a little more time then to wipe hahaha
-JennyThunder
Unisex Pooping
I was in my public toilet this morning a bit constipated from the meds I have been taking.
A female took the cubicle next to me . I knew it was a female because I heard her speak to her partner/friend whatever.
She closed the door ..dropped her trousers and pissed like a race horse and then as soon as the gush of urine stopped a loud plonk....the sound of the plonk was loud so I wonder if she was hovering...and then another couple of quick plonks...then wiping began straight away and di she use a lot of toilet paper. It is interesting how thoroughly she wiped but barley washed her hands...at least she flushed the toilet...there were no grunts. All over very quickly...no sign of constipation that seems to be very widespread with men.
Kaycha
Reply to Chris and new story
To answer your question about how often I pee myself, I have to say it varies. Sometimes I'm dry for even a week or 2 (this doesn't mean totally dry though-alot of dribbling, super close calls and partially wet pants). It's hard to stay dry All the time. Typically anymore I can pretty much expect an accident at least twice a week but sometimes I'll have 2-3 wet days in a row. Usually when my anxiety is running high, I trnd to have more episodes where I just can't get to the toilet without a mess. You're right-I hate wearing pull ups but I should more often. It definitely makes things easier. I'll have to consider that. My bedwetting happens anywhere from 2-7 nights a week. Too frequent to not need a diaper at night but also unpredictable. But good thing is, both my day and nighttime problem are better now then when I was a kid/teen. I peed my pants constantly then. I did alot of waiting too late due to shyness but sometimes I didn't realize it was too late until that all too familiar feeling of my panties getting warm and wet. It's tough but I do my best. Now for my story: some of my earliest memories involve my potty problems. My mom always said potty training was a dismal failure. Apparently they tried to train me at 2.5 along with some same age female cousins. They all left diapers behind before 3. Not me. I still remember needing my diaper changed at 4. My mom was told I needed to be in panties for kindergarten. She tried potty training again. I tried to be a very good girl and go to the potty when I needed to but I was confused as to why more often then not, I'd have pee running down my legs onto the carpet or bathroom floor before I could get my pants down. Kindergarten was when I first started wearing underwear. And I wet them at least once daily. Literally. Sometimes I would accidentally poop them too, though less often. Even now, I will occasionally have a poop accident but it's rare. Luckily. Well, kindergarteners occasionally wet their pants. Third graders don't. Except me. 6th graders definitely don't. Except me. More often than not I arrived home from school wet. I was nine when I started being punished for accidents. I started trying to hide wet pants and underwear but the spankings continued. The affect was not the intended affect. My accidents became more frequent. They tapered off a bit by 7th-8th grade. Luckily. But they were more embarrassing. We usually spent the first night of Chanukah at my uncle's house. I was in 8th grade, nearly 14. After the festivities, us kids bundled up and went out to play. After awhile I realized I hadn't gone potty in awhile and I needed to go. I wet my panties just a little and then I realized I needed a poop as it started trying to poke out. I hurried to the house, holding my vagina through my winter clothes. I dribbled a little more. I had to let go and hold my butt as it was starting to push out even more. I got inside and began trying to shed my winter gear. I barely got into the bathroom but froze as my large, solid load pushed into my panties. My fingers were so cold I just couldn't unbutton my pants. As I pooped I started peeing myself too and all I could do was stand there helplessly wetting the floor next to the toilet. I carefully touched the back of my pants. There was quite a load there. I wanted to cry. I rarely pooped myself so I was pretty traumatic when it did happen. I peeled down my dripping pants and emptied my panties into the toilet. Luckily the poop accident was fully contained. I knew I couldn't go into the living room in wet pants so I texted my mom that I had had an accident in the bathroom and I needed help. She borrowed a pair of sweatpants from my aunt who is petite like me but I could tell she was mad. Of course I got spanked when we got home and I ended up crying myself to sleep and waking the next morning to wet sheets. Life.Maho, translate by Mina
Dear Catherine
Video is interesting, but I often do 8 solid poops or more in one sitting. Take very long time.
I and crushes hope you and your family are well.
Love from Maho
Audrey
Maddy: Great response, I don't think filling and emptying your panties outside really counts, but still a good idea.
Tricky: thanks for asking, the two holer story is on 2823, please let me know what you think!
Mina and friends: I totally understand, thanks for sharing the outdide story. I hope you do more same time motions, ofI am greatly looking forward to hearing about the baby potty! I do hope you try the sink and tub eventually, but don't feel any pressure.
Sherryl: I understand too bad about the email, good on you recruiting Amber, I hope she keeps it up!
Emma two:keep up the outdoor stuff!
Hannah: your public peeing is very impressive.
Cammie: Doing that in public is very daring and sexy! Do you have any specific stories about public pees and poos? Also, what do you enjoy about Maddy, Marie and my stories, especially mine? Any requests? I miss toilet car and car mom too, along with rose y, Benjamin, and Juliet from France? Any of you still out there?
Marie: hey girl, anything interesting recently? If you don't mind my asking, how big/thicc is your booty, and how well does it interface with the potty?Audrey
Tricky: disregard that I'm having trouble finding it
Thunder
Reply Catherine
I note the post from the above that Billie Eilish had 8 solid poops in one day.
I can beat that...9 solid poos and each motion was large to average and certainly not small...the time period was , say 23 hours.
I have a neurological condition...it was years ago and a symptom and still is, my colon just slows right up and then can spring in to action
In my time when constipated x-rays have revealed heavy fecal loading through out.
It happened that I went to a health retreat....totally vegetarian and the day before I ate only fruit and ???? and wholegrains. I arrived for lunch and ate up big how I do and same again for tea. About an hour after tea I got a bit of an urge...I had not dropped a log for days. I sat on the throne and pushed out millimeter by millimeter ..slowly....slowly...slowly some very big turds that hit with a loud plonk....plonk...plonk! Feeling satisfied I went to bed and had a great nights sleep but woke up with a great urge to shit. I threw myself on the throne and it poured out of me like there was no tomorrow...soft but formed. After breakfast back on the toilet and so it went on and my last visit was straight after tea.
Despite it all for the next several days I was there I went at least three times a day...plenty of fibre!
David P
To Abbie and James
To Abbie: Please forget the comment asking you about if you manged to see my comment. It is strange that as soon as I checked in you are posting back. And thank you for your kind comment about my previous story about the holiday poo, glad you enjoyed reading it! Also I enjoyed your latest story too about the party very much!
I am happy to hear that your poos are still easy (as much as I enjoy reading your straining efforts I am sure you are happier and besides I enjoy reading your stories either way, I just wish you posted more regularly as you are my favourite poster here, your stories are amazing and you do not even know it). Have you changed your diet or tried something recently? as your poos seem a lot easier now. Hope you do not mind my questions and not nosey, just being friendly!
Also thank you for your comments on how to poo in public, I really do find it hard to poo when out and it is a worry. Next time I am in need of a poo when in public I will see if I can get the courage to try what you said to do. I am not sure why I am so worried to poo as everyone does it!
James: Thank you for including me in your update about withholding and pooing in your pants. That happened to me so many times as a kid! It is a shame about the UK posters, I enjoy everyone hear but the familiar way of writing of a British poster is what I enjoy the most! The ISP blocking explains why I can post on some people's Internet and not others then. That is a shame though as it may be restricting many UK posters from enjoying the site.
That is all for now
Maho Mina Hisae Kazuko
Dear Kaycha
We also angry very much about your parent hit with belt. It was not your fault. OK if they say, try to go to loo quicker, but not OK to hit with belt. We are shock very much. And belt is not weapon.
Touch the wood, I never had such accident, but once I fainted at meeting. Faint is not this site material but I want to compare. My mother said to me Mina if you don't feel good, go out of room quickly and get a fresh air before too late. Say to child, go out of temple and go to loo before too late, it is a same thing. Why your parents didn't say??
And what age are you now? Sorry if you say already. I can't find.
Love from Mina and three crushes
Taylor
Toileting on tissue
Does anyone else go to the toilet on top of someone else's paper?
Jennifer and I did some shopping today and when we came home I said to her "I'm just going to poop" and she asked "Can I have a quick wee first? It's kinda urgent" We went into the bathroom and she pulled down her leggings and took a seat. She started peeing almost straight away, casually talking while she drained her bladder with a delicate tinkle. She took some toilet paper, wiped and then we swapped places.
I caught a glimpse in the bowl as I stood at the toilet and I could see the pink tissue sat on top of the pale yellow water, quickly darkening as it soaked. I pulled down my jeans and thong and sat right back on the seat. Both ends released in unison, a soft log gently stretching me as I started peeing with a patter on paper quickly followed by a proper splashing. It felt so good to be peeing and pooping at the same time and doing it in front of my girlfriend just made it so much better. My log soon broke off with a couple of splashes and Jennifer smiled at me "Going already huh?" I nodded with a sigh as another piece made its way towards the bowl and got myself some toilet paper, waiting for my pee to finish.
Just before wiping I stood up and looked at my creation. Sitting on top of the drenched tissue was two sausages about six inches long each and another piece about three inches long all sitting in very yellow water. We need to drink more I sat back down and reached between my legs to wipe my vulva before getting some more to clean my behind, needing three pieces. Finally I stood up and pulled up my clothes before flushing and washing my hands. Feeling so much better.
Mina - Jennifer and I will weigh ourselves, I really like the idea!
Anna from Austria
Here is another story from me.
Last week I visited my old unversity again to get some papers I needed for work. The university has changed a bit concerning the restrooms. Apparently they changed some of the bathrooms or maybe even all ( I did not checked out the whole campus) to all gender toilets.
After getting my papers I could feel some pressure in my bladder and headed to the next restoom. I could not find a normal Ladies room so I head to enter the all gender toilet (funny way to say Unisex toilet if you ask me).
I could see a guy way younter than me entering the toilet. ( I am 35, the guy looked like he was in his early twens).
At first I wanted to wait outside, pretending to play on my phone because i felt relucant to enter the toilet when a guy was in there but my bladder had other plans.
I was bursting for a wee so I just entered the bathroom rushing to the next stall, hopping that the guy was busy at the urinal and did not notice me.
But the guy apparently had a bigger business to attend. When I was in the stall I could hear some movement 2 stalls away from the stall I was in. I was not thinking much about just started my loud hissing pee. Then suddenly I could hear a big prrfffffft type fart from the guy and then some loud splashing sound which was funny. The toilets at the uni where the normal toilets with the tray before the water hole. Normally the poop lands on that tray. Judging by the sound of the splash the guy's poop has somehow avoided it to hit the tray and went down the hole instead. Have been using these toilets in Austria my life and I have never heard that splash sound here in Austria. The first time I heard it was when I was in America where the toilets with the direct hole are commonplace.
After that funny sound the guy was done. I could hear him working with the toilet paper role. Then he flushed and left. I waited until he left before I left the toilet myself.
It was quite funny. Not the first man I have heard pooping, I heard my boyfriends quite often and also my younger cousin when we we were children. But that was the first random guy I heard.
That's my story for today
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Tuesday, August 03, 2021
Mina
Sorry Brandon T
Sorry Brandon T, not page 2884. It is page 2881.
Love from Mina
Mina
We measured ....
Hi Everyone.
Today we teleworked all, so in morning we decided to measure weight of motion! We wonder we become slimmer after do big motion.
And here is statistic.
Maho: 900 grammes
Mina: 700 grammes
Kazuko: 700 grammes
Hisae: 400 grammes
We surprised little bit, we thought motion was 2 kilos maybe. It is more lighter than we expect. We weigh ourselves before do motion and then again after. So numbers are difference. I don't tell our weight. It is female secret. But we are all normal size. Hisae is just little bit more ???? than other three. She doesn't mind, that I say.
Brandon T we are sad you never read our story. (tears) But if you still want to read, you can find page 2884.
Audrey we are sorry, we decided not to do motion in sink, bathtub and etc. Sorry, we don't want to do. But we want to do together same time, so we are thinking to buy 4 potty for baby.
Love to everyone.
Maho Kazuko Hisae MinaCatherine
Replies and Question/Rant
Robyn and Victoria: I love how you are posting together. Victoria, I hope you are feeling better. I hate that you developed IBS-A because it seemed for a couple of years you were really healthy in the pooping department. Sending love and well wishes! Robyn, just curious, are you a pretty healthy pooper?
Kristi: I love your stories and please tell Steve that he should contribute more often! My Alan loves to see me on the toilet, especially to poop, as I've written about many times. However, I am not aroused when he goes. I do feel a more empathetic, motherly type of feeling toward him when he goes. It's a positive emotion, but more of a tender feeling than actual arousal.
With that said, I know this has not been discussed on this forum because, well, those of us who post here are interested in bowel movements. However, I have run across places where I've heard that some men are totally disgusted or turned off by their wives' bowel habits. I would think that if you were in love, you would at least be neutral about women's bowel functions. I mean, we all go! But to be grossed out or turned off. To me, that's just wrong. We women do poop!
Lastly, I found a hilarious video recently. Billie Eilish talks about how she loves to poop. She said her best day ever was when she did 8 solid poops in one day. I read that she has been both vegetarian and vegan, so I know she eats a lot of fiber. But 8 solid poops! Wow!
Love to all!
Catherine!Kaycha
First off, I'd really like to think Trekie and Squatspotter for their kind words. Yes, my parents could definitely be abusive at times especially with me being so accident prone but sometimes they were ok too. I'm currently working with a therapist to try to process some. It can definitely be tough. So after my last accident I've been wearing a pullup more often. Except at night I've been staying dry. A few close calls but still dry. Until the other night, I decided I'd been dry enough to wear underwear and lo and behold that would be the day I'd have an oops moment. I was staying over at my cousins for the weekend. She's a single mom with a 3 year old daughter. Her daughter is having some potty training struggles. Mostly just waiting too late. Typical toddler stuff. So we were outside doing yard stuff and it hit me that I really needed to go potty. Tears filled my eyes. I knew the chances of me getting inside and to the toilet with dry pants was slim but I couldn't just stand there and have an accident either. My cousin looked up just then and saw my dear in the headlights look. "Did you wait too late? Did you wet? I shook my head. Do you need to go? I nodded and gasped a little as I grabbed myself between my legs and began to hurry toward the house. I dribbled in my panties then more. My stomach really hurt. I froze in the kitchen, full-on peeing down my jeans and wetting my socks. My cousin and her daughter came in just then and her daughter pointed at me and said I did that too. She was right. The little tyke's pants were wet. I tried to go in the bathroom but only a tiny dribble or 2 came out in the toilet. Feeling ashamed, I put on a pullup and the dry pants I always carry. Later after my cousins daughter went to bed, my cousin told me she hoped my accident was just a one off and that it won't be a problem cuz she's afraid of it confusing her child and messing up the potty training. I told her it wouldn't happen again. I didn't know if she believed me but I wore a pullup the rest of the visit. I did go potty in my pull up the next day but no one was the wiser. I stupidly waited too late and then didn't make it. I never think I'm waiting too late but then I so frequently do. Sigh!
Richard
Pooping Together
I have written on here before about my sister in law that I will call Jackie. Well she has been in town for a couple of weeks and we went camping at our cabin for a few nights. There were 5 of us all together and our cabin does not have indoor plumbing. We have a spring to get water and an outhouse to do business in. It is a building on top of a tank with a large 2 seat toilet bench.
Well Thursday evening we all were drinking and it came out that Jackie likes having others watch her poop and she loves watching guys poop. It was a brief discussion and I did not disclose that I am also into watching women although I think she has known this for years. Friday we drank and ate a lot of food clams with butter and lots of beer and wine.
Saturday morning I woke up and needed to go badly so I hurried out the door to find Jackie outside drinking coffee. She said that she needed the toilet and suggested we go together. For those who may not remember I was married to Jackie's sister until she passed a couple of years ago. We went in the outhouse together and locked the door. I pulled my shorts down and started to sit down when she asked my to squat just above the seat so that she could watch it come out. With no time to waste I let a sloppy load go she sat next to me and watched it. She then asked if I wanted to watch her and I said yes. She has a great body with a ???? (not too big) bottom. She had a nasty skid in her pink panties that she credited to a wet fart.
She raised up off from the seat to give me a view. That's when it went happened. She blew loose mush all over and missed the hole. She totally covered the seat and it just oozed everywhere. She couldn't stop I cannot believe that one person could shit that much. I wiped and let her have my hole and I went to get some rags and water to clean her messy toilet seat. As I returned she was sitting on the clean seat and let another huge mushy shit fly into the pit below. She said that it was two days worth and she really enjoyed doing that in front of me. We cleaned everything and kissed on our way out. I look forward to more of her adventures.
David P
Huge poo
David P again first before my story a comment to Abbie.
Abbie: Not sure if you got to see my reply as I haven't heard from you for a while. I replied to your question and talked through how to press between your bum a few pages back. I hope that as we haven't heard from you that your poos are still going well and not too constipated.
I think I have just had one of the biggest poos I can ever remember having since I was a kid. I can't remember too far back but I knew then my constipated poos would be very long and take ages to strain out. But today towards the afternoon I got an urge to take a giant crap. I had been for a poo the previous day so wasn't expecting to need to go, but the night before we ate Mexican food so the fibre was probably taking effect. I didn't think it would be too big considering yesterday I had a six inch poo, to go the next day is unusual for me. But I left the urge a bit until I was really desperate, in fact I tried to hold back the urge as it felt so great keeping it in. I was sat on the toilet with this massive urge, holding it in my body made me pant in pain and tap my feet uncontrollable until I gave in and uclenched my hole. Out came this very long and fat light brown log that kept on coming and coming. I didn't even need to push as it came slowly out stretching my bumhole open. I opened my legs wide and had to take photos as it came out as it was so long and looked amazing just hanging out. I am not sure if it is just me but I can be very proud of my bigger poos enough to take photo evidence. I never show anyone they are just for me and I sometimes look at the photos and think how did that come out of me! It kept coming over a foot long and suddenly flumped down at the narrower end dominating the loo. Then again out came another poo. I was expecting the next one to be smaller but it was actually bigger than the first coming out very slowly. After a while it too joined the other poo with a small splish. I think the second was about 1.5 feet long and the first a foot long. Then out came a smaller 5 inch poo to top it all off. I looked into the bowel in between my legs and the loo was totally filled with poo. I was very proud of what I had produced but kind of worried that it would not flush down. So I decided to come back later and let the water soften the logs, my poos can actually be on the firm side but easy to get soft and become fluffy when they soak. I left the poos soaking and came back to see them a bit mushy and it had turned the water a mucky brown colour. I then flushed a big flush and it actually all flushed away. Thank God! I think this goes down as one of my biggest all time dumps. But actually I remember when I was a teen I had a super long poo about 2 feet long that actually blocked up the toilet and It was about to overflow with water. Once it had gone down again my dad had to get it to flush breaking it up with his hands in a bag and gloves. It was very embarrassing and I had to protect myself by saying this isn't normal for me. He said how long did you go without pooing for that? And I said I didn't go the day before. My poos can be pretty messed up!
Bye for now. I will report back again when I have a story to tell.
Emma two
Pooping in a thunder storm
After 3 days of not having a poo I was desperate for relief this morning. I decided to take some laxatives to get my bowels moving again and by lunchtime I was busting for a poo. I also knew that I would probably block the toilet so I decided to go in the woods. I opened the exit door to the flats and I saw the sky was turning black and I heard some distant thunder. I changed my mind about going in the woods and decided I'd be better off going back to the old house as it would provide a degree of shelter if it rained. It took a few minutes to walk to the house and as I walked through the door the heavens opened as a flash of lightning and a huge crash of thunder just missed the house and I almost shit myself. I wasn't sure if I should stay there for too long but I figured it would be safer in the house than in the open where I'd be more vulnerable if I got stuck by lightning. I quickly pulled my jeans and knickers down and squatted in the hallway just as another flash of lightning hit a tree outside the house. I was really scared. I pushed my poo out as quickly as I could and peed and as soon as I was done I pulled my clothes up without wiping my bottom as I wanted to get out of there before the house got struck by lightning. By now the rain was coming down like a tropical monsoon and I was forced to wait in the house until it stopped as I would get soaked otherwise. Fifteen minutes later the rain stopped and I walked home with my bottom all sticky from not wiping.
Opal
Feedback and some poop talk
Hi everyone,
I am so happy to be here! Unfortunately the posts I wrote during vacation don't seem to have been accepted. I don't know if I broke rules or what, but I hope you can read this!!!
Kristi and Steve: aww, you guys are so sweet together! I think Kristi is the first person I ever wrote a reply to here. I told my 2 little sisters that I wanted to marry someone I was comfortable pooping in front of, but now they're teasing me about it. I guess it just came out wrong!
Elyse Marie: you have a pretty name! Glad you enjoy this forum.
Emma Two: I love your posts! Especially about you and Sarah pooping in the woods.
Lea: wow, you and your friends pooped like nonstop on your camping trip! I only have ever pooped outside once, and it was when I was 12. I've wanted to try it again ever since, though.
OK guys, here's an odd phenomenon I've noticed, and I'd like to ask if it's ever happened to anyone else. A few months ago, I was in the pool with my fam and I was just sitting there with an uncomfortable look on my face. I felt like my bowels were cramping inside of me. My big sis told me I looked like a constipated marshmallow! (I'm chubby, so I believed her.) Have any of you ever felt like being in water cramped up your bowels? Of course, after a while, I felt more relaxed, but the real relief and relaxation came when I let out a big plop on the toilet!
Yesterday, I had the best poop I've had since before our vacation. It was so big! However, the poop I had upon arriving at my grandma's house felt so good. I hadn't gone in 2 days, and earlier I'd unsuccessfully tried to go at a gas station. I remember being hunched over, pushing, and my stomach ached from it. I was so glad to get that out.
Bye for now!
Love,
Opal
Elvia
Response to Kristi
Those are some very nice stories you posted. It sounds like you have a wonderful husband!
Your story reminded me a little of my own husband. During both of my pregnancies, it got so hard to move around sometimes and my husband would help me. Yes, even to the bathroom! He never stayed though. He has seen or heard me on the toilet many times since we got married, but I can't remember him ever standing in the bathroom with me the whole time. It sounds like a nice bonding experience. I'm a little jealous of you!
Tricky
Re: Tee Tee
Q: Tricky how does it feel when let your poop logs come out on their own and are they always huge? What do you like most about pooping?
A: The answer depends upon the size/shape/consistency of the material to be excreted.
If it's a normal BM, it feels like slight suction is pulling it upward combined with a warm, soft wetness on my lower hole as it slowly slides out. It tends to feel like being massaged inside of my anus. "Normal" for me is about a 1 foot log of 1-2 inches thick. I normally poop 3-4 of these a day.
If it's an emergency and I haven't gone in 24 hours or more, it feels like I'm pooping out pounds of Play-dough with the consistency of chunky peanut butter, slightly pulling and stretching with a bit of physical pain, slightly tickling, and it sometimes feels uncomfortably creamy and warm if the log is smearing my alimentary orifice with filth. These often leave a very good feeling when completed that IMO is almost orgasmic, but often the cleanup is not pleasant and I can feel the gel-like consistency of the leftovers while wiping, which is really disgusting to me.
If it's diarrhea, I don't feel much other than a relief of pressure and some wetness. This scenario is usually the exception to my BMs being huge.
Otherwise, they generally are huge and I clog toilets multiple times a month, even public commercial-grade ones.
My favorite thing about pooping is the good feeling afterward from the stimulation of the vagus nerve. I like the ones that leave a pronounced vacuum feeling after their exit. Second to that would be the peacefulness of the experience, which the event is most often accompanied with being unbothered by anyone. Just me alone, enjoying the physical sensations provided by dropping my waste into the toilet. It's zen-like.
The thing I hate most about pooping is that I have little control over when the need arises. I eat a lot, so if I'm out in public for more than a few hours at a time, odds are greater than not I will have to use a public toilet, which have varying degrees of cleanliness and privacy that are sub-standard when compared to my home throne. I don't hold it, as that is inviting an emergency later on, and it is simply very uncomfortable to me and I often cannot focus on anything until I relieve myself of it or until my body decides to lock it back up. If my body decides to lock it back up, the next one will often be an emergency where I will have a few minutes at best to find a commode, and in those emergencies, I am often in pain.Chris
Reply to Kaycha
Kaycha: Read your stories about you recently wetting your pants during a library lecture and being punished for accidents at fourteen. You should not have been punished like you were. You just have a weak bladder - I know, a close friend of mine, she has the same thing. You just waited too long and wet your pants. You said you almost always wear underwear, you're probably like 'I don't want to wear diapers all the time', which is understandable. How frequently do you wet your pants? Are diapers a better option than a few pairs of wet pants?
Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny
Long story short, I was not able to shower on my day off Wednesday. I was very active and had not changed my very skidded boyshorts since Tuesday. I felt so dirty from the waist down, not including BO waist up. It felt sooooo good to shower that night I moaned like a good poop ( or good other things) I showered again Thursday morning, a little rushed but I was still feeling so fresh without getting sweaty in the heat and running around. I got into my air conditioning car and I had to poop all the way to work. I swore, but not because I thought I was going to poop my white thong, but because I wasn't able to have my coffee, morning workout and poop BEFORE my shower that morning.
I got to work and got into a nice private all genders toilet at work, pulled my thong down to my ankles, lifted up my skirt and prepared to mess up my clean booty. I got a text from my husband " Made me think of you" with the most hilarious coincidence: a Meme with a close up shot lady crying captioned " Just showered , now has to poop". I literally laughed out loud as I stunk up the air and dirtied my crack and the toilet. I replied back "I'm pooping right now!!!" and he replied " That white thong is still hot on your ***, even if you skidded it. I blushed...then my husband texted " and you are blushing right now aren't you?"
WE know each other too well....
Epilogue:
I was a little self conscious when my husband foreshadowed my white thong would get skidded so I did my best to wipe as well as I can. OF course I noted the handicap of the crappy ( pun intended) of the 1 ply toilet paper at work and thinking " Oh shit, he's right" The other thing I notice is that when I stand up to wipe, I have a hard time holding up my dress and wiping. SO I wiped 10 times!
I went to pee that afternoon. I went into the toilet and one of physicians came out, wearing the same dress I was. I complimented jokingly about each other's outfit and I noted the stench as she likely just pooped as I was going in to pee.
...my thong was skidded. I though Dammit, my husband was right and man, did Dr. ***** wearing the same dress as me get the same skids too?
Stefany
Airport bathrooms
Last weekend I stayed with my best friend Phyllis and her mother since my parents were going out of town. Phyllis' mom had a business associate she had to pick up at the airport, so she and I went along. The flight arrived way later than scheduled. So me and Phyllis roamed around a couple of the terminals looking at the stores and some other stuff. The bathrooms were the hugest I have ever seen. Like 25 toilets or so in each.
The first time we went in Phyllis had to pee real bad. Of course she had drank a double serving of pop and she was bursting. The first two bathrooms we tried had lines of women waiting outside and into the terminal. She was starting to panic and I suggested we go down the escalator to the lower level. We walked around some riders and made it to the bottom in record time. Luckily we saw the Ladies sign. There was no line extending outside. Phyllis is kind of shy and I usually take the toilet next to her in such cases. The only toilets vacant were right in the middle. I took one, she took the other. I saw her drop her jeans and get up on the seat as fast as she could. Her legs don't quite reach the floor, but the pee was strong and burst out of her. It continued for about a minute, but it may have been longer. Once I took my seat, which was warm I guess from previous users who sat for a while, I figured I would need about a half minute to get my stream going. It was a little longer than that and I think Phyllis expected me to do better. About 45 seconds, and a couple of questions from Phyllis later, I finally started my pee, but it only went about 10 seconds. She kept asking me questions about dumb stuff. I realize she was bored and probably wanted to take some of the attention away from her long, noisy pee. I think she's also jealous that I'm just tall enough that my feet stay on the floor.
About a half hour later we were back at the upstairs terminal. Me and Phyllis had shared a footlong and some other junk. That caused me to need to crap. This time we waited in a larger crowd for about 5 or 10 minutes, a toilet opened and I hurried in. Phyllis was still waiting for another to open as I latched my door, dropped my clothing, and seated myself on the toilet. From the smell under me it was obvious that I was not the first crapper to use it. Also there were those swirl marks under the water on the bowl that could be seen. It took me a couple of pushes to get the first piece started. The as it was turtle-heading, and it seemed like it was expanding with each push, it slid out. I sighed in relief, but then the second piece that seemed more moist came out with ease. I looked to the left, then to the right, and I still didn't see Phyllis' jeans or sneakers next to me.
I texted her and she said she was about 2 or 3 back in the crowd. I told her I was just about done. I looked to my right and there was no toilet paper on the roll. I looked to my left and there was none either. I texted her the problem. I knew I had a big wiping job on my hands. Both she and I were encouraged by the lady to my right who had started moving around. Then it seemed like she stood to flush. Phyllis texted that she would take that toilet and then hand me some paper. I told her I would need a lot. She said I was stupid for not having looked first. I reminded her her when she had been in a like situation a couple of months ago at the park. The next thing I knew she was in the stall next to mine. I could hear her pulling paper down and off the roll. I had to stretch a little to take it from her hand from under the privacy panel. I went through it fast and then she handed me more.
As I used it Phyllis became bored again. She started to ask me another bunch of dumb questions. If she wasn't there and I was alone, what would I have done? How would I have gotten the attention of the person next to me? What would I have said in asking for help? What if they refused to give me any? What if they lectured me? Luckily, I had black panties on so the skid marks wouldn't have shown that bad. But I didn't give Phyllis any answers. I was embarrassed enough already. Sometimes, my best friend is anything but shy.Julie
A bunch of upset stomachs at Target
Hi everyone. Thanks for all the warm welcomes. Today I have a really good story for you. There must be a stomach bug going around because there were 3 different sick people in the bathroom. I was at Target doing some shopping when I got the bubble guts. I felt gassy and bloated but I didn't feel like I had to poop. Pressure was building in my belly and I felt something knocking on my back door. I was 99 percent sure it was just gas, but I was wearing a thong and light grey leggings and I didn't want to take any chances, so I quickly headed towards the bathroom.
As I was walking in, a worker around my age was coming out. She was white, short and skinny, had long straight blonde hair, and had a fairly typical body type for someone of her height and weight. She was holding her stomach and she looked pale in the face. She was obviously sick. The bathroom smelled strongly of poop and vomit. I have a pretty tough stomach and I'm not usually phased by "gross stuff" but that combination of smells was pretty nasty. I took the first stall. As soon as I sat down, I let out a big booming fart, my stomach gurgled, I let out another big fart and then.... nothing. I was right, it was just gas. However, that gas buildup put pressure on my bladder because I now had to pee.
As I was peeing, I heard the bathroom door open and a girl walked in and took the stall beside me. As she walked past my stall, I saw that she had light brown legs and was wearing flip flops. She dropped her pink panties to her ankles and sat down. She had to have been wearing a skirt or a dress. As soon as she sat down, she let out a quick series of soft plops and paused. She sighed and then started pooping again. Her soft plops quickly turned into gassy explosive diarrhea. By now the bathroom absolutely reeked. Although I was done peeing, I was still a little gassy, so I took my time and relaxed, letting out the occasional little poot and toot. My neighbor was really suffering. She was audibly moaning and groaning as she kept passing multiple waves of explosive diarrhea and wet farts. After a short while my stomach was feeling normal and she was finished too. I wiped and flushed. A few seconds later she flushed too and we both exited our stalls at the same time and happened to make eye contact. She was around my age, height, and weight, and even skin tone. She was pretty obviously biracial too. She had light brown skin and curly hair. She was wearing a pink crop top and a short denim skirt. When she saw me she cracked an embarrassed smile and we both went to wash our hands. She quickly rinsed her hands without actually washing them and left in a hurry. As I was washing my hands, I felt more gas and since I was alone, I just ripped one loud and proud at the sink. It was a big and bassy. I got that familiar feeling in my stomach again and just as I turned around to go back into my stall, the door opened.
A preteen girl that I recognized came in and had tears in her eyes. I don't personally know them, but I've seen her around town with her dad. She was walking funny and had a hand on her stomach and the other on her butt. I could tell right away that the poor girl pooped her pants. She shuffled to the end stall and I could clearly see the back of her shorts had a massive brown stain and poop was running down her legs. I had went back in my stall and sat down to let out some more gas. The girl in the end stall was having gassy diarrhea just as bad as the previous girl. Although I couldn't see anything, I could hear that she was using a lot of toilet paper to try to clean up the best she could. After a few minutes I felt that I was finally done. I flushed and washed my hands and left. Standing outside was the girl's father. He asked me if any other women were in the bathroom and I said no. He thanked me and opened the door. As I was walking away. I heard him call his daughter's name and he told her that he bought her clean clothes and medicine for her stomach.
I finished shopping and I checked out and went home. A couple hours ago I finally did have to poop. It was just a single small turd. No farts. Virtually no smell. Nothing worth writing about to be honest. Dylan's still at her friend's house. Her friend's dad got an upset stomach at his job today and went home early. There's probably a bug going around. Hopefully neither I nor Dylan catch it, but if we do we're prepared. We're already used to have IBS. Well anyways, that's my story. I have many more, so look forward to those. Thanks for reading!
Tee Tee
To Tricky:
Tricky how does it feel when let your poop logs come out on their own and are they always huge? What do you like most about pooping?
James
Another car accident
Posting about having an avoidable accident in the car and being told off made me think of another car accident that was caused by a bit of an upset stomach, this time with a very supportive parental response.
This pants-pooing happened when I had just turned nine, and it was a weekend morning. I'd eaten breakfast as usual, and was going with my dad as he did the big weekly supermarket shop. We were going to a fairly upmarket supermarket chain, and it usually took about an hour to get around the shop. The first forty minutes went entirely as usual - I was kind of bored, but I didn't mind tagging along on these trips at that age.
As we got to the last third of the shop, I felt the urge to do a poo, and it started building quite quickly. I waited for a few minutes, thinking I could probably wait until we got home, but it soon became clear that things were more urgent than that. It felt like a firm poo was really keen to come out, and the middle of a supermarket aisle was not the best place for it. I got my dad's attention and asked if he could take me to the shop's toilets. He asked if I could wait, and I shook my head, so we went off to the edge of the store and left the trolley to go into the loos. They were really quite nice - nice enough that my urgent need to go overcame my anxiety about using a public toilet. I went into a cubicle and sat down whilst my dad went over to the urinals to take the opportunity for a quick wee.
The firm lump of poo quickly came out, followed by a medium-firm slim brown sausage about four inches long, and then a few blobs of soft mush. I felt like I was completely done, so I wiped, washed my hands and went back out with my dad to continue the shop. So far, other than the urgency, nothing about this was at all unusual, or gave me any hint as to what was about what was going to happen next.
We went to queue for one of the tills, and out of nowhere I felt a rush of pressure and felt like I needed to fart. I tried to discretely hold my bum-cheeks apart for the least possible noise, and tried to push the fart out - only for my bum to be opened wide by soft, warm, mushy poo rushing out instead of gas. I clamped down as soon as I realised, but it was clear that this was more than just a small blob - I could feel that the poo had formed a layer against the cotton of the seat of my underwear, and worse still I could already smell it a bit. Luckily, nothing else was coming out, and our shopping was now going through the checkout. I remember wishing that I still had that firm lump of poo back there as a cork so that I wouldn't have just pooed my pants - although what was about to happen made it clear that it would have made little difference to the eventual outcome. I went and stood beyond the end of the till, trying to look I was being well-behaved by keeping out of people's way. Still, the pressure was building up and I could now feel very clearly that I had to do a very soft (maybe even a bit runny) poo very soon. I thought that maybe I could get my dad's attention and we could go back to the shop toilets - but in this branch, the loos were back on the other side of the checkouts, and we had now paid for all our shopping.
As we walked back to the car, I was fighting a losing battle with the soft load that was trying to get out. I have a vivid memory of the sensation of my anus almost shivering and twitching as it was overcome by the pressure, and just as we reached the car the rest of the poo rushed out - much more this time, as I didn't have the strength back there to squeeze against it. The texture was very soft, like warm Mr Whippy ice-cream, and now I could smell it even more. In my head, I was trying to work out whether to admit to my dad what had happened, or try to pretend that everything was OK- I was still at an age where I would have been more likely to try and find a way to hide my pants than clean up properly, so I'm sure someone would have found out, but my normally logical brain tended to come up with the least plausible ways of denying the problem when I was panicking and in the middle of a poo-pants emergency.
As it turned out, the smell gave me away, along with the fact that the light tracksuit bottoms I was wearing were starting to look a little damp in the seat. My dad asked if I'd had an accident, and I admitted I had, with a little sniffling. He was completely OK with it (not that it stopped me being embarrassed to admit when I'd "made a mistake" in my pants), and took one of the shopping bags, distributed the contents around the other bags, and put it on my booster seat to stop it being made smelly. He asked me if I thought there was any more still to come, and I shook my head - with hindsight, he was probably thinking we could have locked the shopping in the car and gone back to the store to use the loos there for clean-up. He asked if I'd still needed to go when we left the toilet, and I truthfully replied that I'd felt completely finished, and the poo had taken me by surprise. I gingerly sat down on the bag, feeling the poo getting squished up towards my back and a little between my legs. Unfortunately, as soon as I sat down and we set off, I could feel pressure building up again.
We chatted about what I'd been doing in school that week as he drove us home, but all the time I could feel the pressure getting stronger, my anus felt like it was wobbling and quivering again, and eventually I went quiet whilst I tried hard not to poo myself. I remember it being too much effort to talk and hold it in at the same time. My dad asked if everything was OK, just as another poo came out - this time even softer; almost runny. I just said "I'm sorry dad, I've pooed my pants again" and almost started crying. He told me it was OK, and I must have a bit of an upset stomach to be doing so many urgent poos. He asked me if I was feeling at all sick, which I wasn't, and whether my ???? hurt, which it hadn't - but very soon after, I felt a mild cramp down my left side, and this time the round of poo that came out was definitely on the runny side, and I barely managed to hold it for a few seconds as it came on so quickly and my bum was so tired. Mid-way through this poo, a large fart came out, but I remember that it didn't make a normal fart sound at all - instead, it pushed its way up through the poo with a kind of "bloop-blop" noise, like a bubble in a mud patch, and my dad heard it.
He said "Did you go in your pants again?", and I nodded, looking down at my lap. He told me not to worry about anything that happened down there - we'd be home in fifteen minutes and I could get cleaned up. I was still feeling a bit crampy and unsettled down there, and so I levered myself a fraction off the seat and gently pushed, thinking that there would just be a little bit of poo left to come out so that I could feel better - but there wasn't; it was a large runny load, like warm mud (thankfully not liquid), but at least I felt better. I now had poo more or less everywhere in my pants - the two rounds that had come out whilst I was sat down had mostly gone up the back of my underwear, and the final round had mostly shot forwards between my legs, and had made its way almost up to the front waistband. The smell was pretty bad, but it was summer and we had all the windows down. Once the accidents seemed to have stopped, and given that I had long since been found out, the feeling of being surrounded by soft warmth was really not in itself unpleasant, although the smell was a bit worse than usual for my messes.
When we got home, I unbuckled my seatbelt and took a look down the front of my trousers and pants - I could see yellowish poo peeking back at me, and I could feel that my private parts had been completely covered - this worried me as I'd heard a story about a girl in my class getting a bladder infection after pooing herself because of poo getting onto her front bits, and I didn't want the same to happen to me (not knowing back then that this isn't as much of a problem for boys). I twisted to look behind me, and saw that things were worse than I'd thought - the poo had escaped from the top of my pants and got onto my t-shirt and trousers, and it looked like I'd sat in a patch of thick mud. I think the fart may have pushed some of the softest poo up and out with it, and the back of the booster seat had helped guide it upwards it when I'd leaned back - there was poo up to just above the small of my back. My dad came round to my door, opened it, took one look at me and decided to lift me out, booster seat and all. He then took me by the arms and pulled me to my feet, sparing both car and booster seat from any contamination - I bet he was mentally patting himself on the back for having the foresight to put the plastic bag down on the seat.
As soon as I was standing up, I could feel some of the poo starting to go down my legs on both sides. I quickly slipped off my velcro shoes before they could get messy. At the same time, standing up seemed to have stimulated my bowels again, and there was one last poo-in-pants accompanied by some more bubbly farts - my dad watching sympathetically and saying "It's OK, don't worry, if it has to come out it'll come out". The last poo was really quite runny indeed - it was quite hard to tell which parts were gas and which were poo - and it overflowed my pants at the legbands, displacing the earlier mushy poo so that I was now standing with what looked like a small yellow-brown cowpat by each foot. Because the day was so warm, my dad walked me round to the back of the house (leaving a trail of blobs of poo) and got the hose out. I peeled off my tracksuit bottoms, which were covered in yellow poo on both the inside and outside of the seat, stained in the legs and coated down the inside of both legs, and then let my pants fall down under the weight of the poo, with a "splat" that I'll never forget. My dad hosed me off and then wrapped me in an old towel that we mainly used for mopping up spills, so that I could get upstairs to the bathroom. He then quickly hosed down the path round the side of the house and bagged and binned both my trousers and pants.
Clean-up in the bathroom, after all that, was quite unremarkable. I was allowed to have a duvet day, even though I wasn't feeling poorly. I did do a couple more loose poos that day, and another the day after (preceded by a 'cork'), but they all went into the toilet as intended. Just in case, I snuck back into the bathroom and put a few layers of toilet paper inside my pants, to catch any sneaky poos that might pop out, but (at least on that occasion) I didn't need them. I remember thinking for years afterwards that if only I'd not gone to the toilet in the shop, perhaps I could have held it in all the way home - of course this had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with wishful thinking, as whatever was going on in my guts that day would have surely got the better of me no matter what. I never did work out why my bowels were a little upset that day though - fortunately really bad diarrhoea (with completely liquid or watery poo) is something I've only had perhaps twice in my whole life. This accident certainly wouldn't have happened if I'd stayed at home that day. I was ever so lucky to have parents who generally didn't make a big deal of my accidents and were very kind about them, especially after hearing about other posters' experiences.
To David P - it's surprising how few other UK posters there are at the moment. I think I can remember a note from the moderator many years ago about some UK ISPs being blocked because too many posts were breaching the forum rules - I wonder if the block is still in place, or if there are still too many uncivil posts.
Victoria B.
A few quick comments
Hey!
Nothing too big to report today. I'm now on a diarrhea cycle after this morning's load of mush and it's nice to not be constipated again!
To Mina + 3: Your secrets are safe with us. It sounds like your body was helping you prepare for that interview. Stay safe, we love all of you!
To Kristi: The first time Robyn saw me on the toilet I had to do both! We were at a bar, she hadn't told me about her feelings yet but we had each other's phone numbers and regularly socialized. Anyway, to cut down on the line we shared a stall. She noticed right away that the seat had been the recipient of a hover pee, so she took a handful of toilet paper from the holder, wiped the seat down and threw the paper into the bowl before gesturing towards the seat and, I'll never forget this, looking at me to say, "You may now be seated." Completely deadpan. I guess the sudden burst of laughter got things moving because my gushing pee was followed by three small plops!
To Emma Two: Sarah seems like a good person. I'm happy she didn't try to shame you for having an accident.
That's all for now!
Love,
Victoria
Abbie
Latest story
Hi everyone, I have a new story to share which I'll get to in a second.
David P- thanks for your very detailed description of how to press the skin between your bum, next time I'm struggling to go for a poo I'll try it and let you know how it goes. Luckily I'm still having quite a good time at the moment and I'm able to have a poo every other day or sometimes every two days, my poos are quite fat and solid so are taking a bit of effort to pass but luckily they aren't too hard and dry so I'm finding it loads easier than when I'm really constipated. I also enjoyed your latest story too!! In answer to your question about how to feel less embarrassed about going for a poo in public, I prefer to use really busy loos which have a lot of cubicles. That might sound strange but if doors are constantly banging and hand driers are going off, all that noise disguises any sounds actually coming from the cubicles, plus with a lot of people coming and going its harder to work out who is actually making the noises even if you can hear them! I must admit I used to feel a bit embarrassed about using the girls loos at school when I was constipated, I was tempted to hold it if I felt the urge during the school day but knew I'd struggle even more when I got home so I usually tried to go for a poo at the start of lunch break so I could take my time. Having to push hard to get my poo to come wasn't ideal in a really flimsy cubicle as I knew the girls on the loo next door to me would be able to hear me panting and grunting and the plops as my poo dropped into the bowl but no-one ever said anything, and anyway sometimes other girls would be on the loo for ages and I would hear them having hard poos of their own which made it a bit less awkward as they would be sat there grunting and plopping too!!
Anyway, on to my story, last week I stayed round Ellie and Beth's (my friends from the last couple of years at school), they were back at their parents house for a couple of weeks but their parents were away for a few days so they decided to have a party.
We had a great evening and everyone left by 11.30 apart from me and Danni as we were both staying the night. We tidied up a bit and then went outside to cool off as it had been a really hot evening. Ellie turned the garden lights on so that we could actually see and we went to sit on a blanket on the lawn, I was sat opposite Beth and she couldn't seem to keep still, suddenly she said, "I'm bursting for a wee but I can't be bothered to go to the loo!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean, I need to go for a wee too!" said Danni, I noticed she was finding it hard to sit still as well. A few minutes later Beth said, "I'm gonna wet myself any second, I'm gonna have to go in!" She stood up and promptly tripped over the blanket and fell flat on her face, if that wasn't bad enough her skirt rode up and her pink knickers were on full view! We all started rolling around and laughing like crazy, especially Beth, but all of a sudden she squealed and said, "Oh my God, I'm weeing my pants!!" As we kept on laughing she rushed into the middle of the lawn and quickly pulled down her knickers and squatted, and straight away I heard the unmistakable sound of her weeing into the grass. Danni, Ellie and I were still giggling, I was just starting to think that I wasn't being very careful about how I was sitting given that I was wearing a skirt as well when Ellie said, "Oh my God Abbie, your like totally flashing your pants!" which set us all off laughing again, as I looked across I realised Ellies knickers were showing as well, I said, "Well your a fine one to talk, I can see your knickers too!!" and Ellie poked her tongue out at me. In the meantime Beth had finished her wee, she took off her knickers and left them on the lawn and said, "Right, I'm gonna have to go inside and get some clean pants, these ones are drenched!" We all went upstairs, in true sleepover style we were all sleeping in Ellies room- there were 2 beds in there anyway for her and Beth and she'd set up an air bed for me and Danni.
"Its gettting late, we might as well get ready for bed," said Ellie as Beth opened her underwear drawer and took out some yellow flowery knickers, she took off her skirt and put on her clean knickers before taking off her t-shirt. Ellie said as she took off her top. Danni, Ellie and I started to get undressed too, Danni quickly stripped to her pink bra and pale blue knickers and said "I'm just going to the loo, I really need to have a wee now!" As she turned to go into the bathroom I noticed that the top of her bum was showing above her knickers. Ellie and I took off our skirts, we were both wearing white knickers and as Ellie went off to the bathroom I noticed that her bum was showing too! By the time I got into the bathroom Ellie had swapped with Danni on the loo, she was weeing a heavy stream and sighing. "Sounds like you really needed that!" said Danni as she was putting the toothpaste on her toothbrush ready to brush her teeth. "Yeah, I'd been needing a wee for ages too!" replied Ellie. Shortly afterwards Ellies stream dribbled to a stop and she wiped her front and pulled up her knickers before flushing the toilet. "Right, my turn to have a wee!" I said, I went over to the loo, dropped my knickers and sat down, I started to go but I didn't need it that badly as I'd had a massive wee not long before we'd gone outside. I was done after a few seconds and took some toilet paper, just then Beth came in and said, "Quick, I need another wee, I'm really bursting!" She was pulling down her knickers as I stood up and moved over, as soon as she sat down I heard another fierce stream starting up and she said, "I honestly thought I was going to wee these pants as well!!"
Danni said, "Oh my God Beth, how on earth can you have such a massive wee literally 5 minutes after you went in the garden?!" and Beth said, "Well I did drink about 5 pints of water because I was so hot, so that probably explains it!" She weed for ages and then wiped and pulled up her knickers and came back into the bedroom. "Right, its absolutely baking in her so I'm just gonna sleep in my pants," said Ellie as she took off her bra. Beth, Danni and I nodded in agreement and we all took off our bras and got into bed.
The next morning I woke up with a full bladder so I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, I was just about to pull down my knickers when I suddenly realised that Danni was already on the loo! "Sorry to barge in on you," I said, suddenly feeling a bit exposed as I hadn't put my bra on, but luckily Danni was topless too so it could have been worse! "Do you just need a wee?" asked Danni and I nodded, she said, "Well we might as well swap, I want a poo so I might be a while!" She stood up and pulled up her knickers.
"Thanks," I said, as I lowered my knickers and sat down. Straight away I started to have my wee, it felt so good as it flooded out that I couldn't help moaning a little. "Wow you must have been bursting!" said Danni and I said, "Yeah, I don't think I could have waited too much longer, I drank loads of water before bed!" As my stream died away I took some loo paper and when I was done I wiped my front, pulled up my knickers and flushed. "Right, I'll leave you in peace," I said as I washed my hands. Danni dropped her knickers again and sat back down, she said, "Actually would you mind staying, I've been a bit constipated lately and its been a few days since I last had a poo, it'll take my mind off it if I can chat to you!"
"Yeah, no worries!" I said, sitting on the floor next to Danni. She took a deep breath and started to bear down. After a few pushes and grunts she said, "I'm really sorry about all the grunting, I can get the tip to poke out but it goes back up my bum when I stop pushing, its a really hard and fat poo so its gonna be a nightmare to get it all out!!"
"No problem, just take your time and do what you need to do!" I said as Danni started pushing again. I started to chat about all sorts to try to distract her but she was straining so hard she couldn't really join in apart from the odd word here and there. After about 5 minutes of really hard pushing and grunting she paused and said, "Well I didn't think I was gonna have to push quite so hard but its not going back up my bum any more at least!" She looked really hot and bothered and had gone bright red so I hoped she wouldn't have to struggle for too much longer. After a brief pause she started to bear down again, and after a few more big pushes and grunts she said, "I think the widest parts through now so hopefully I'm nearly there!" and a couple of minutes later she moaned with relief as what sounded like an enormous log splashed down into the bowl. "Thank God thats out, I don't think I've ever had such a fat poo!" she panted, and then I saw her starting to push again. "Theres another log coming but luckily its not as fat!" she said, and after a couple of minutes I heard a plop and another sigh of relief. Danni took some toilet paper and wiped her bottom, she only needed to wipe a couple of times as her poos were so dry and then she pulled up her knickers and flushed, luckily her massive creation went away as the flush was very powerful. While Danni had been pooing I had started to feel an urge of my own so I said, "Actually I want a poo now, your welcome to stay and we can keep chatting!" I went over to the loo and pulled down my knickers before sitting on the seat, I could feel something moving down inside and after a couple of minutes I could feel the tip of a log starting to poke out of my bum. "Are you constipated at the moment?" asked Danni and I said, "Actually I've been finding it a bit easier to have a poo these last couple of months!"
"Thats weird, it was about 2 months ago that I suddenly started having really hard and fat poos for some reason!" she replied. I took a deep breath and pushed and felt a big poo coming out really slowly, but luckily it kept on moving. I had to do a few harder pushes when it got fatter and grunted a bit but not as much as when I'm really constipated. Another few pushes and I felt the log drop with a splash, I then passed a couple more poos and felt empty so I took some toilet paper and wiped my bottom. I stood up, pulled up my knickers and flushed. We went back into the bedroom where Ellie and Beth were still asleep- they were both lying face down on top of the bedclothes. "Look at those two sleeping beauties!" I whispered.
"I don't think Sleeping Beauty was lying there with her knickers showing in the story!" Danni whispered back and we both started giggling like mad but luckily Ellie and Beth didn't wake up. I hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!!Bianca
Diarrhea Day
Hello Everyone! My poops were loose today, and I pooped almost 4 times. My first load was chunky which made a bunch of splat noises in the toilet. The poops after lunch were the looser ones. Despite having a breakfast dinner with greasy chorizo the night before, my poops didn't smell as strong. My later poops were fast like water, but as usual, I never complained. Besides pooping and peeing, I also revised my techno collection with the addition of awesome tunes. Some of the songs I've been enjoying are memorable, because I hadn't heard them in years since deleting my original collection. This was back in 2014 when I wrote on here when my note taker was still fairly new. Once on Google I read about a toilet that wasn't working due to a blockage. It was on display at the stor, and had a piece of rubber caught in the tank. Sometimes toilets can hide secrets that we don't know about until we discover them. I hope everyone is doing their doodies well, and keeping themselves healthy. Bye.
Sunday, August 01, 2021
Victoria B.
A few quick comments
Hey!
Nothing too big to report today. I'm now on a diarrhea cycle after this morning's load of mush and it's nice to not be constipated again!
To Mina + 3: Your secrets are safe with us. It sounds like your body was helping you prepare for that interview. Stay safe, we love all of you!
To Kristi: The first time Robyn saw me on the toilet I had to do both! We were at a bar, she hadn't told me about her feelings yet but we had each other's phone numbers and regularly socialized. Anyway, to cut down on the line we shared a stall. She noticed right away that the seat had been the recipient of a hover pee, so she took a handful of toilet paper from the holder, wiped the seat down and threw the paper into the bowl before gesturing towards the seat and, I'll never forget this, looking at me to say, "You may now be seated." Completely deadpan. I guess the sudden burst of laughter got things moving because my gushing pee was followed by three small plops!
To Emma Two: Sarah seems like a good person. I'm happy she didn't try to shame you for having an accident.
That's all for now!
Love,
Victoria
Elyse Marie
It's me, A Lesbian on the Toilet.
After I posted, I realized that my pseudonym was kinda long so I'm just going to go by my name from now on so your brains won't hurt too badly.
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Anyway, I see so many of you posting about your experiences with public restrooms and all I can do is wish I was lucky enough to do that. You see, I'm terrified of them and have been since I was very young, especially the ones that are automatic.
Being jumpscared by the flush is bad enough but the flashing lights that a lot of them have are the thing that scares me most cause I feel like I'm being photographed.
Am I the only one like this or are there others who have this issue too? I just want to feel like I'm not alone.
PS: To Mina and her friends - hissing and gushing refers to the sound your pee makes as it comes out.Kristi
Responding to some people
Pooperlady: You say you HAD a Squatty Potty? Can I ask why you got rid of it? I don't usually need to use it but if I'm even a little constipated I use it and it always helps me go. You should get another one.
Emma two:
I'm glad Sarah got done in time for you to go! It sounded like she should have let you go first.
My roommate and I shared a bathroom in college. We had frequent arguments about who needed to go to the bathroom more.
Robyn and Victoria: I love your posts!
Do you ladies usually prefer privacy, or do you go in front of each other like I do with my husband?
I remember Italy well. Venice. Beautiful city... horrible place to have to go to the bathroom. To use a public restroom in the middle of the city, I had to pay money to get a pack of what was basically kleenex. I think I used the whole pack and still had a dirty butt.
Of course, I could go back to the youth hostel... where the toilets had NO SEATS.
Regular western toilets with no toilet seat.
Was I supposed to hover? Was I supposed to stand on the toilet and squat? I did one hovering poop; after that I settled for the public toilets and kleenex.
I remember going back to the hostel, taking one of my washcloths, getting it wet with warm water, going into a stall, and just wiping for like 5 minutes.
Of course, nothing was worse than a Rome train station. Squat toilets on the floor. No toilet paper and just covered with gross. That was one time I decided to hold it in. I was able to go when I got to the airport on a regular toilet.
I think if we ever build a house, it's going to have a bidet.
How do you use them? I could get my front clean with it, but not my backside.
Love,
KristiBianca
My Business
My poop business for today was a lot. A staff from the day center I go to (people call her Toby) commented on the smell when she entered the bathroom once while I was still in the middle stall. Even through my mask, I could tell I stunk it up. Toby sprayed vigorously in the staff cubicle, and had a relieving pee. I hadn't pooped 3 times a day in a while, so surprisingly, this is what happened. My poop was sort of like diarrhea today, and was noisy. I love to enjoy some of my home activities at the day center, so I brought one of my putty containers with me. Emma two: if I were at work and took a laxative, I'd risk clogging the toilet rather than riding the bus with a horrible poop urge. I'd taken the city bus in Austin before, and I always made sure I wasn't desperate for a toilet function before I boarded. The only waterworks I shed was when the siren of an emergency vehicle made me cry years ago. I was with this teacher Valerie, but we never had any bathroom experiences together when we worked during travel lessons. She has kids, so I know she's dealt with many accidents. I bet Valerie's bathroom experiences when her children were todlers was extra gross, because this mother is blind. She probably felt the back of training pants, and sniffed pull ups to find out if they were dirty or wet. As babies, Valerie's children I'm sure had times where they peed on her. It's possible that she might have had the tactile experience of being pooped on. Most importantly, I hope Valerie and her children are healthy. I don't know their age, but I think the kids are almost grown now. Bye.
Deb
More Accidents
More Accidents
Hello, my name is Deb and I'm back with some more stories.
As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I recently went to see my Naturopathic doctor about the problems I have been having with my super heavy period and diarrhea. She gave me some remedies to use but she did say to me that things could get worse before they get better as my body adjusts to what she gave me. She wasn't wrong…
Last Thursday I was at work. It was mid- morning and I was taking the mail around to each office on our floor. I was talking with my friend Tracey when I had a really bad cramp that made me hunch over slightly. I let out a moan along with a wet fart that I couldn't hold back. Tracey asked if I was okay and I said, "I just pooped my pants a bit." She said, "Oh honey, I'm sorry." She helped me to the washroom. Luckily the mess in my pink hipster panties wasn't that bad, but they were stained through and I didn't want to sit in them all day long. I pulled up my panties and dress pants and went down to my car for a clean pair of bikini panties from my emergency bag, which was the last pair I had in my bag. I left my bag in the car because I didn't really need it for anything else, but I tried making a mental note to restock it when I got home. I got back to the ladies room and changed my panties. I wrapped up the messy ones and stashed them in my purse.
The rest of my day on Thursday was fine and I didn't have any more diarrhea or anything like that.
I got home that evening and forgot about my emergency bag in my car, which was now empty of any clean underwear. In the craziness of my household with my daughter wanting to see me, making dinner and spending time with my husband, I totally forgot that I didn't have any clean panties in my emergency bag. Things were just as hectic on Friday morning because my husband was taking our daughter to visit family for the day.
I was feeling okay before I left for work on Friday morning, but as I was driving to work I started getting a heavy feeling in my bowels. After a few minutes the feeling went away and I didn't think much more about it.
My coworker Jenn was off for a long weekend so I was by myself for the day. When I got to work just before 8am, I got signed in to my computer. Then I went to the kitchen to get it ready for the day. As I was emptying out the dishwasher the cramps came back and they were 100 times worse than what I had in my car. My bowels dropped and I immediately needed a toilet. I clenched my bum with everything I had, but it was no use. A really wet fart escaped my tightly clenched butt cheeks which then seemed to open up the floodgates, so to speak. I started shuffling through the kitchen but I just couldn't hold on. I started pooping my pants with a very soft, wet load of mushy diarrhea. It was very audible and it completely filled up the back of my white bikini panties. I stood there in complete shock as the mess spread up my back and all through my panties. This was easily one of the worst panty pooping accidents I have had in quite some time. I felt like I was completely engulfed in my mess and I felt like I still had to go.
A couple of our office clients came into the kitchen which snapped me out of my diarrhea daze. It was a man and a woman who work in the same office, Mike and Paula. They both said hi and we chatted for a few minutes. I was trying not to act awkward, but it was really difficult to do with a massive load of diarrhea swishing around in my pants. They got their coffees and went back to their office. Right as they left, I had another rush of diarrhea and it spread all through my panties and jeans.
I went to the ladies room and saw that my accident was leaking through my jeans. It was terrible. I decided to go down to my car to get my emergency bag. I got back to the ladies room and that's when I realized that I had totally forgot to restock it with a change of clothes. I had plenty of maxi pads, but no panties or pants. I finally started crying. I went to my desk and sat down very gingerly. The mess in my panties bubbled out in every direction.
I knew that my husband wouldn't be able to help me since he and my daughter were out of town with family, so I tried texting Tracey. I didn't get a response right away. After a few minutes she called me, she was driving in to the office…
I answered and said, "Hello"
She said, "Hey Deb! I saw that you texted. I'm just driving in. How's it going?"
I said, "Ohhh, not too well to be honest."
She said, "On no! What's up?"
I started crying again.
"Deb, what's the matter?" She was very concerned.
In between sobs I said, "I was in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher and I had a really bad cramp and I just couldn't hold it."
She said "Oh Deb. I'm so sorry. I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?"
I said, "I don't have anything to change into or to get cleaned up with."
She said, "It's okay, I'll help you get sorted out. I'll be there shortly."
Tracey got to the office just before 9am and I had been in my mess for almost an hour. She didn't have any extra clothes with her either and the stores in the downtown mall didn't even open until 11am. We went to the ladies room and Tracey helped me get somewhat cleaned up, but I still had to wear my poppy panties and jeans for a few more hours. I wish that I could have gone home, but there was no one to cover the front desk.
Tracey was able to go with me to the mall for clothes at 11:30. I had worn a cardigan since it was cool on Friday morning so I tied it around my waist to hide the diarrhea stains that had soaked through my jeans. I bought a package of cheap hipster panties from Dollarama and a new pair of jeans from another store.
When we got back to the office Tracey helped me get properly cleaned up by passing me wet paper towels. It felt good to get into some clean panties and jeans.
I felt only okay for the rest of the day but on my drive home I had to go again. I was at a stop light and I just couldn't hold it. I let out a huge rush of diarrhea in my new hipster panties. It went all up my back and into the front of my pants as well. I was a total mess by the time I got home.
My husband and daughter were home when I got there. My husband asked me how I was. I started bawling my eyes out as I told him about my awful day. He gave me a huge hug and then I went upstairs to have a long, hot shower.
I was able to get the stains out of both pairs of jeans, but all three pairs of panties, the one from Thursday and the two from Friday have permanent stains in them. Especially the two that I pooped in on Friday.
I got my period on Saturday morning while we were out getting groceries. It came with a huge gush that soaked through my panties and jeans. I went to the washroom in the store, but my clothes were soaked through. I put on an extra heavy overnight maxi pad anyway just to help contain the leak. I changed and cleaned my panties and jeans when we got home. My period has been super heavy yet again and I have leaked a few times through my pants.
Well, that's all for now. I know that this has been a longer post than what I usually write.
Thanks for reading.
Deb