Marie
Reply to Audrey
Sorry I know I probably asked you about your camping potty but at neariAnna from Austria
Spicy food
Hello this time I have question/observation to share.
Could it be that the human body could become less resistant to spicy food with old age?
Well the old stage is a bit exaggerated I am 35 and not that old and it has not been that long since I last had spicy food with Chili but I still noticed a difference.
Spicy food like Chili always had a effect on my bowels. It made the stool always a bit softer than normal.
But than time after I ordered a chili burger from the home service at a mexian restaurant it had an an explosive effect on me. Instead of a bit softer stool than normal it caused explosive liquid diarrhea. Not a plesant experience. The only "good" thing about it was that I was at home and had my privacy.
I wonder know what that happend? The Burger did not taste more spicy than the spicy stuff I had the past. On the contrary it had stuff that was still more spicey than the burger and still the effect on my bowels was not as pronounced.
Well that's it for today
greetings
from Austria
AnnaMarie
Question to Audrey
This maybe a question that I have asked you before but how often do you go potty in bed?
-Marie
Marie
Reply to Audrey
Sorry I know I probably asked you about your camping potty but at nearing 25 I can't remember things hahaha. In my computer chair I do both pee and poo and usually I start growing a tail behind me. Then again it's also spread out over my booty. The story about the bed pocket was in the 1800s to 1900s, I think. It went well. Just had a puddle beneath me. Oh going potty in sinks is easy so doing it in Hannah's was easy.
-Marie
Thunder
The Post Man has to Wee
Three days ago I was arriving at my public toilets in anticipation of a big bowel movement and up comes the post man on his motor bike....pulls up out the front of the toilets...walks in and does not lock the door and has a wee. He then left without flushing! So may males do not flush after weeing and that is disgusting. There is no drought at the moment.
Anyway I can see why he did not close the door because that meant he could keep an eye on the bike and the mail it was carrying.
Now if he had have wanted to do a poo would he have still left the door open?
Yes, I did have a good large easy BM!
Bianca
Update
Hi folks! Here's an update since my bowel leakage on Monday. I had a chunky poop on Tuesday, and a semi urgent one yesterday, but no more accidents. Although incontinence can be an issue following the type of surgery I had, I'm lucky I've been accident free during the first 4 years afterwords. As far as someone noticing poop evidence left over from the wash, I doubt I'll have any since I tried my best to clean up right away. The diarrhea in my underwear was sort of like cottage cheese, so I think that helped in cleaning up. Being almost liquid, the toilet paper and wipes just absorbed the poop. I've never considered flushing my underwear. However, if the accident happened at dayhab, and let's say the bus was their to pick me up, I certainly would if I didn't have enough cleaning time. That would sure beat sitting on the special transit smelling of poop. Hopefully, I don't have any more leaks. Here's something I'd like to point out to you. I've heard of stress incontinence where you sneeze and a little pee comes out, but since the other may not be called that, I have a name for the event from Monday. I call it stress incontinence from behind. Hope to see replies soon. Bye.
Marie
Reply to Cammie
Give me a few days and I think I could possibly come up with something hehehe. I will be honest one of my favorite things to do is sitting in my computer chair I'll pull my pants and undies down and just turn the chair into my toilet hehe. Do you ever do that?
- Marie
Nobody
Stories From Work; Personal Life Update
I believe the last time I posted here, it was about the time I almost wet my pants four times (and almost messed once) in one day when I went to my sister's new house. I don't recall ever posting about what I've witnessed at my new job, though, which will be the main point of this post. I'll circle back around to the first sentence I said in this one after I get done with the main story.
It was during my first or second week when the first incident happened. I was outside changing the garbage cans when I noticed a car pull in. This was not unusual in itself. Though we are designed specifically for big semi trucks, were not exclusive to them. What caught my attention was how the car drove over to the dumpster. I had two thoughts. One was "maybe they have a lot of stuff to throw away." My second thought was the more obvious one: "someone wasn't going to make it to the bathroom." Second thought was correct. The car stopped and I had just got the garbage bag ready for transport to the dumpster, so I noticed that it was full of younger women; maybe college students going on break or something. I walked towards the car after seeing one girl run behind the dumpster. I wasn't going to go all the way up to them. I just wanted to close some of the distance I still needed to travel to toss the bag. Anyway, the driver (I assume) saw me and called out to me to hold on. I didn't investigate after they left, but I think I did see a bit of their puddle streaming away from behind the dumpster when I threw the bag away.
I don't recall what order the rest of these happened in.
One event, I saw someone had pulled off to the side of the ramp coming into the station. After carefully watching, it became clear to me that he had to pee too bad to make it to the next stop. Another time, I was cleaning the ladies restroom. I was at the end of what I needed to do and had the toilet seat (there's only one toilet) soaked in sanitizer water. I only needed to wipe it up with a paper towel at this point when an older woman came in desperate to pee. I told her that I just needed to dry the seat real quick and she told me she couldn't wait (she said she had a bit too much wine). She asked to use the men's room if no one was in there, so I said sure (I'm not going to deny anyone a bathroom if they need it and one is available).
Also, there was one time a couple came in and it seemed like the guy was wanting to make the world record pit stop. His wife, I assume, went in to poop and he was not a fan of that. He smarted something off about her taking her time and she said something back along the lines of "well it ain't my fault I needed to take a shit." I was just sitting here in the office laughing to myself at them.
There have been a couple times I would hear banging on the stall doors in the men's room. I thought they were trying to vandalize the place or something, but one event told a tragic tale with the evidence left behind. Poor guy was fighting a losing battle with both stalls taken. The drops of poo on the floor suggests he ended up throwing his pants away.
One time, I went to change the garbage can just outside of the building's main doors and I think I saw a diaper or pull-up near the top. It wasn't the only time I seen similar, but it was the first. I think there was once it was in the men's bathroom garbage and once or twice in the ladies sanitary wipe disposal bin (it's a small, white plastic box that hangs on the wall. I change the bag whenever I see it has anything in it). There was one time a bit more recently, it was kinda tragic-smelling. The lady (a way older woman) had came into the building with a large device that I could only guess was meant for temporary septic storage, to put it lightly. She brought it in to dump it. She didn't make a mess, or she cleaned it up really well if she did, but oml, it made the entire place smell just awful.
One last thing before I circle back around to what I started this post with. I reckon we have a parking lot pooper. According to my dad, it happens every Friday towards the back corner of the lot. Doing it once or twice is reasonable. Maybe they pulled in and had only seconds to act. But every Friday and in the same spot? If we can ever prove who's doing it, we're definitely reporting them to the cops.
Now for the circling around. I don't recall what the last story I told was, so I'm going to take my best guess, so I may end up retelling part of it (I don't think so, though). A bit more recently than when I was at my sisters, I got home from work and needed to pee (and poop). I tossed some stuff on my bed and changed real quick. Since I planned to poop, I was going to take some stuff with me, so I reached back and felt myself start to pee. I managed to stop the flow quickly before things got damp enough to start showing. I grabbed the things and fled to the bathroom real quick before anything else happened. That was the closest I've came to an accident in recent years…until just a few days ago.
We had a thunderstorm recently. I recorded a good portion of it on my new camera I paid $700 for, but the proudest part of that recording session was the lighting strike that took our power out. It not only took the power out, but it actually did damage to a few of our electronics, including the air conditioner. Just a couple days ago, we fixed up the air conditioner (it was easy enough), but then ended up the next day swapping one of the replacement parts out for another replacement part (fuses). I had peed before I left work that night, I peed after I got home. After I finished up putting the air conditioner back together, I had to pee again. I put the tools away quickly (and sloppily) and headed to the bathroom. As I entered, I felt something happen, but I didn't feel anything happen, if that makes sense. I just knew something happened and I knew what it was. After I got in and the door closed, I reached down to feel myself and discovered I had peed enough to form a wet spot on my pants about the size of two or three quarters.
In my previous post, I talked about suddenly getting the urge and barely being able to hold on long enough to get to the toilet. In one event, I barely stopped myself from peeing my pants after it began. Now I've reached a point where a little bit will come out before the urge gets strong enough that I think it's going to happen. Thankfully, because factors, I didn't care about the pants and underpants I was wearing (hate them, actually), so peeing in them would be no great loss to me. In fact, I planned to do more than just pee in them later before finally actually throwing them away, but that's for another story (or forum). Anyway, I decided to go ahead and make them wetter, so I peed enough to get the crotch damp and finished in the toilet. This cycle repeated into the next morning, and each time, I allowed it to get more and more wet until eventually, I was just straight peeing myself. At that point, I changed into clean(er) pants and started going normally again.
Anyways, due to other factors, I've been wearing pull-ups off and on. I decided to wear one a couple days ago due to my underwear situation (I need to buy some). My friend called me to ask if I wanted to go on an hour long trip with him and his gf and I said yes. I kept my pull-up on because, well, no underwear. That turned out to be a good decision, I think? I couldn't tell, but I may have peed a little bit in the car on the way there. I needed to go when we left, but I was sure I'd make it all the way, and if not, I was already prepared. I was sitting there needing to pee. Then I smelled pee and my urge wasn't so strong anymore. I could tell I didn't pee a lot, if I did pee, so I wan't sure if I was smelling my previous couple of nights of pants peeing or if I smelled a fresh wetting. The urge did finally return just as strong and when I finally went to the bathroom, it seemed like I had kept dry down there from what I could tell.
So there's an update on my life right now. Went from almost having accidents to having very minor accidents. I have mixed feeling about it lol. For the past 23 years or so, it was a dream to lose the ability to hold, then I could have an excuse to just go in my pants whenever I wanted. Now I might be developing a medical condition that would act as that excuse and it's like...well shit. I don't currently have a plan to visit a urologist, but it's been suggested to me and I think I might should go do that at some point relatively soon.curious bout a bidet
I am thinking about getting a bidet due to an influx of ads I am seeing on social media.
I am life long toilet paper user. never used wet wipes, but I feel I could be cleaner. I used to get skidmarks when I wore white briefs more than 5 years ago. I wear mainly dark boxers and boxer briefs so I probably just mask my skidmarks. but I definitely feel like I could get cleaner when I poop at a public restroom, outhouse or outside camping.
Any recent converts to bidets recently? any noticeable difference or disadvantages beside spending the money and installing?Jenny
Kristi-When you pooped at your wedding how did you hand the paperwork? did you have bridesmaids help or did you have a manageable dress ? Did you wear white underwear as well?
I believe I made a post about my adventures in pooping at my own wedding. If I didn't or someone wants me to post again, I'm happy to share relive the trauma ;) (just kidding)
I did see a few YouTube videos, one where the brides talks about taking a big dump not realizing she was milked and another short one where a bride nervously tells her photographer she has to poop.
It's nice to know its perfectly normal for the beautiful perfect brides to have a healthy bowl movement during their wedding and reception. Just be careful with the expensive white dress if that is in your custom
Hisae, translator is Mina
to writer of "a health question"
Usually I go twice a day! Sometimes three times, and sometimes four times but it is rare. Some of my school friends were same with me but my three crushes I live with now only go once or less than once. They stay long long time but I am more quicker, and go again later. I think my style is normal. (But sometimes I stay long time and go only once in a day, like my crushes.)
My crush Maho said, she thinks sometimes, body clock of person change. So maybe you are normal. But ask to Anatomy Student. He/she sometimes post interesting post in this site. Or maybe Elphaba, she is nurse, she can answer.
Love from Hisae and three crushes
Braidy
Emergency alternatives to toilet paper
Traveling with my athletic teams, walking Adam and my dogs in the park, and some of the summer youth camps I work have all produced situations where I've sat, crapped, and then noticed a lack of toilet paper available. You would think that a person teaching in college, working on a graduate degree, and in a role model situation would learn her lesson. Well, I guess not. When I feel the need to crap coming on, I'm sitting down and dumping, and when there is no toilet paper I've had to improvise.
1. Last year during the pandemic there was a severe shortage of toilet paper and other paper goods. Adam mentioned it after not being able to buy any at our usual stores. Since 95% of my craps are on campus or at an arena, I didn't think too much about it. Well, one Sunday afternoon at our apartment I did my usual heavy crap. I discovered he had used the last of the toilet paper as I stood to wipe. To my left, in a trashcan, there was one of those exterior door hangers that advertise auto repair services and other things. It was 4-color, on very slick and expensive looking cardboard. I tore it in half to create two pieces. There was a clump of crap hanging from my butt and the first wipe got that. It was good that I saw it and slowed down because it could have slid off the slippery surface and landed on been a splat onto my leg or the floor of toilet seat. The second wipe was OK, but it was thick cardboard that didn't absorb. Then I walked to my purse and pulled out a decorative napkin from a wedding a week before. I had hoped to save it, but it worked the best of the alternatives. I hope Tiffany and her husband forgive me.
2. I walk our two dogs every morning at the park. About 80% of the time I take my morning crap at one of the three bathroom buildings there. I put a dog leash around each of my ankles and with them restrained, I sit for my crap. I think a lot of the toilet paper rolls get stolen and taken outside to the picnic area to wipe up messes or for someone to blow their nose. Once last year I stood, made myself presentable and went around to the men's side where luckily there was paper for me to clean myself. Once, I tore off an orange-colored hand bill on the entry doorway that was advertising a free jazz concert. I think I tore it in three pieces and it worked OK, but the Xerox copy paper was quite coarse for the limited wiping I needed.
3. Several years ago my team was a really old middle school gym for a charity exhibition game. While they were warming up in he gym, I went into the 'locker room' to take a quick crap. I sat, did my fast one within 30 or 45 seconds and couldn't believe there was no toilet paper for any of the four toilets. Since there were no privacy doors, one local girl asked for permission to pee (I think she called it a fast tinkle) in the toilet directly across from me. She suggested that she could look atop the sinks in the other room for paper towels. She did. There wasn't any. She left and 30 seconds later came in with a copy of the starting lineups, with an ad for a sponsoring radio station on the back. I figured it would do and it did. This was not one of my messier craps. During halftime I told the principal about the tissue problem and it was corrected when several of my team members went in after the game.
Adam has run into a similar problem once since we've been together, but that will be for another time.
Skiddmarked Jenny ARNP
Im putting on my health care hat right now
A health question
Dear readers,
I was wondering whether is it normal to have a bm several times per day. My max has been four per day and they are all solid, no diarrhea indication. My doc says it's fine, but it is different because usually I was regular once per day or every other day. No dietary changes and no stress indicators. Anyone had a similar experience?
First of all, I'm glad you followed up with your doctor first, Healthcare providers that can see you hear you and touch you with their own two eyes, ears and hands is a good start to seeing where you are with your health before you take advice that does not consider your present and previous health condition. And of course things can always change, so following up when things change and you don't feel as well, your health care provider can follow up with previous data..
I know many people professionally and personally who have multiple BM's a day and as long as there is not discomfort such as cramps, lightheaded ness, diarrhea , I have seen some of the healthiest athletes poop up to 5-6 times a day ( big ???? and fiber eaters) Make sure you stay hydrated and it is reassuring that you do no have diarrhea or are losing control due to urgency. If your BM's are solid and you are not straining, it is reassuring that you are not getting dehydrated or have imbalances in your electrolytes from diarrhea. Now if there are changes such as signs of infection ( abdominal pain, fever), bleeding in the stool (red blood in stool from skin or lower GI breakdown or dark stool for blood in upper GI) or dehydration please follow up with a healthcare provider for an update. In a pinch I am less concerned with more frequent healthy BM's than I am with less frequent BM's such as once a day or less. I poop 2-4 times a day myself. I am generally still healthy if I poop once a day, but the stool tends to be harder, and sometimes I spend more time on the phone an this site as well
Victoria B- you advice is all kosher! I have often given the same advice to patient who complain of constipation and recommend non-pharmaceutical before trying over the counter or prescription interventions!
White coat and almost white panties Jenny
Queue
Story request for Tricky
Tricky: thanks for your continued posts here that are always interesting. You have mentioned a couple of times an occasion on which you were harassed by a creepy guy while sitting on an open steel toilet. Would you accept a request from one of your fans to please tell the rest of this story? I have had similar experiences in closed-stall settings with gaps big enough for creepers to see through, but I imagine the openness of your setting made things even more uncomfortable.
David P
Replies...
To Kristi: Excellent new story, you seemed very desperate and your friend was not so much but well she won the rock paper scissors. At least you got to share the toilet seat. Your friend of the name B seemed pretty backed up but luckiky she managed it.
To Victoria B: Fantastic account of being constipated and your tips for Kristi. Your descriptions of pushing out the monster turd down the drain was so funny and accurate. Been in that position many times before so I totally get it.
To James: I now am terrible with stool withholding too, when I am desperate for a big log I barely can hold it for 5 minutes let alone days or weeks. As a child before I was 11 I would regularly hold it in for weeks and go for a poo once every 3 to 4 weeks. I have no idea how I could manage that but it got to a point of not even feeling like needing to go anymore. When I stopped being constipated around age 11. I could still hold it pretty well and actually managed to hold it in an entire week on a residential. I got a diarrhoea virus or food poisoning (not sure what)cwhen I was 11 and since then I somehow couldn't get right again and never could hold it like I could ever since. I could only hope to be able to hold it longer than a few minutes when the urge hits.
To Abbie: Thanks for the update, I agree that not being able to tell a friend you need the toilet is a bit much. Even fot a wee, as going for a wee isn't really taboo like poo is. I would say I need a wee but not a poo but that depends on who it is. Mostly I'll say nothing. I also agree that holding in your poo is a good way to get constipated. When I hold my poos in when working that is when I can get backed up badly. Sounds like your new healthy diet is working well and keeping your poo soft. I think that is the key to it, getting the right amount of fibre and drinking enough will keep it softer. I know all the junk food can be tempting though! I am struggling again myself despite eating healthy meals I eat a lot of crisps, chocolate and sweet treats and I haven't manged a proper poo in a week. Nothing but small lumps. I look forward to you posting more!
Update: I haven't managed to have a proper poo in about a week. Actually since my last post called 'huge poo' I have struggled to do anything more than a couple of small lumps. I feel the urge to poo but nothing much comes out. I have had to press between my bum a few times and managed to work out a small fat log that plopped loudly into the toilet but nothing really that satisfying. Nothing worthy of posting a longer story for. Hopefully soon I will do a proper poo!Michael W.
When I was Little (Potty Training and stuff)
To Victoria B: I loved your Constipated Pooping tips post. It may come in handy for me sometime. Thank you.
To Kristi: Your stories rock. Keep them coming.
Hi Everyone.
I am back to share some short mutiple stories from when I was a little kid.
First I would like to get started way back when I was only 1 year old. It was 1989. And at the time not only was I learning how to walk and say my first words. My mom told me that I was learning to know when it was time for me to have a new diaper. She said that I would take my diaper off and throw it in the trash. She would know I needed a change. My older bro was being potty trained at the moment, too.
A year later. It was 1990. I was 2 years old and my parents thought that it was time to potty train me. They both went to work while me and my older bro Josh were at our babysitter's all day. Our babysitter was Mrs. Felma and she was abusive. She would hold us upside down. Make us stand in the corner even if we did nothing wrong. She also slapped us and spanked us. And she would put dirty diapers on my head. (Please don't laugh. Child Abuse and neglect not funny.) Everyday when my parents would tell us they were taking us to Mrs. Felma's I would say "NO!! NO!! I DON'T WANT TO GO." I didn't know how to tell my parents what was really going on. When Mrs. Felma chipped in to help potty train me here is how it went. I wake up in the morning and Mrs. Felma would say "Michael, Go Potty." I did as I was told. I went upstairs and she would follow me to the bathroom. I pull down my pants and training underwear to my ankles and she would pick me up by both of my arms and then I would sit on the toilet. And I sat on the toilet ALOT. ALL DAY AND EVERYDAY. She left me in the bathroom sitting on the toilet all day long (For at least 7 or 8 hours per day). I sat there and stared at the wall while the other kids were outside playing. Sometimes I fell asleep on the toilet. One time when I knew I was done going poop and I hopped down from the toilet and didn't flush. I told Mrs. Felma that I was done and she went to check. She said that I did not really go when I know I did. She told me to sit back down on the toilet and I said "No." She slapped me hard in the face and yanked my pants and training underwear back down to my ankles and left me stranded in the bathroom. I got Hemorrhoids from doing this. My parents were wondering why I was having blood stains in my training underwear. My mom checked my poop and did not find anything. One day in spring of 1991, when my mom got off early at work she caught Mrs. Felma humiliating and holding either me or my bro upside down. My mom snapped and tried to kill her. Mrs. Felma was fired and I never saw her again.
A month of two later, I was 3 years old. Me and Josh went to a new babysitter, Joni. She had two boys who went to a private school and I remember them talking about Nintendo and how cool it was. Anyways, while the kids were busy playing video games I felt the need poop and pee so I went to the bathroom. Something was wrong with Joni's bathroom door but I was too young to be aware of that problem. Anyways I closed the door and I went pee and poop. I think it was a clean poop too. When I was done I noticed that the bathroom door would not open. I didn't know what to do except wait for someone to open it from the other side. So I laid on the bathroom floor and took a nap. Joni came and got me out a while later.
In 1992. My 4th Birthday was a month away and I had pooped my pants. My mom spanked me and made me sit on the toilet and would not let me get up until I went.
In 1993. I was 4 going on 5 and that was when I can make conversations with other people. I had a lot of energy. Anyways, I remember one night when I had got done playing with my toys and everybody was sleeping I felt the urge for a poop. So I grabbed one of my Childcraft books and brought it in the bathroom with me. The whole time I sat there I did not push. I just relaxed and let it come out on it's own. I looked at the pictures while I sat there and I enjoyed my time sitting on the toilet pooping. I remember I was in there for quite a while. I think I was in there for at least an hour. When I was done I went to bed.
Later on that same year. A couple of months after I had turned 5 years old, me and my family went to Goshen, Indiana for a family reunion cookout. I remember my relatives asked me if I like to say Grace and I said. "I pledge alligence to the flag, blah, blah, blah." Everybody laughed. LOL! Anyways. I remember I had diarrhea at the cookout. One of my older cousins and her friend from next door I can't remember their names but they were a teenagers at the time and when me and the girls were playing in the yard I told her I had to go to the bathroom and I didn't think I was feeling well. We went back inside and they came into the bathroom with me and they talked to me while I sat on the toilet and crapped my brains out for almost an hour. When I was done I told them that I felt better.
Anyways thats all I'd like to share. I'm sorry that my post is so long. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. And Happy Pooping to Everyone.
Thursday, August 12, 2021
Thunder
General Stuff
Had my sit today , a different time from yesterday in the public toilet of choice.
A lady came into the cubicle with her dog...like yesterday...I think she may have been the same person...then a guy came in...as usual the men seem a bit constipated...thus usual grunting.
I refer to the post by Kristi...if a man is like that about a women having a dump then I think they might be very controlling and I would wonder where they go from there...maybe an abusive relationship?
If a girl cannot comfortably have a poo around her man then there is something wrong and in practice very difficult.
I refer to Victoria B post and straining too much on the toilet can cause a stroke...a customer of mine father died that way.
If I am having a hard poo I like someone with me. That does not often happen, however, if the situation is opportune I can get some assistance in that area.
Now to Preggo...well done!! Bowel care is important and doubly important when pregnant. Constipation is a problem in pregnancy and holding on causes constipation...so girls ...poo!Taylor
A couple of replies
Victoria - That post about dealing with constipation was beautiful, a true work of art
Robyn - I think there is a few things that contribute to splashback. One of them is size, a little pebble isn't going to make much splash but a short wide piece is. They can't be too long because then they will just silently slip into the water. The water level is also responsible I think, the further it has to fall the bigger the splash, but I suppose if the water is higher the closer it is to your behind. I love your posts by the way, would really enjoy reading some pooping stories from you!
Kristi - Jennifer and I were friends for a long time before we started dating but you can find our first poop as a couple on page 2839. I will share below my first pooping experiences with a previous girlfriend, Hannah.
We had been to a party together, one of those ones where people spread out and do their own thing, talking quietly in the corner etc. I needed to pee and she said she needed to as well so we both went upstairs to the fortunately, empty bathroom. I sat on the toilet and quickly unloaded the beer I had been drinking then it was her turn. She had a rather long pee and as she pushed out the final squirts she giggled "Taylor... I need to crap."
I told her to go ahead
"Don't you want to leave? It's not exactly pretty"
"Let it go girl! We all do it"
She got the giggles, drunkenly laughing while sat on the toilet. "I'm going!" and after a couple of seconds she raised a finger, telling me to be quiet moments before there was a loud splash and she burst out laughing. She dropped a couple of logs before cleaning up and we returned to the party.
It would be over a year later before Hannah saw me pooping. I arrived at her apartment to spend the night at hers and during the journey I had developed quite an urgent need to poop. When I let myself in I could see her stood at the bathroom sink so I knew the toilet was available. I quickly kissed her cheek as I walked past to the toilet and unfastened my jeans. "Babe, I'm going to poop. You can leave if you want or you can stay that's fine but this isn't waiting any longer" She opted to stay and within seconds of sitting down I started pooping with a clear crackling, it was fairly soft but not mushy and it just kept coming in one continuous rope. I guess soft serve is the perfect description. The smell wasn't particularly bad but it was definitely noticeable. I sprayed some air freshener, then wiped and washed my hands before greeting her properly.
Kristi
Crazy toilet-sharing story
Okay, this is THE story.
I actually contacted the girl who was the other person involved. I told her about this website. I asked her permission to post this. She said okay, but not to use her name. So I'll just call her "B" for the purposes of this story.
This is the weirdest thing I've ever done when it comes to going to the bathroom... and those is coming from a gal who let's get husband watch her poop and occasionally wipe her.
This was 5 years ago during the summer. B and I went to an afternoon baseball game with dates (not Steve; it was another guy for me who wasn't right for me, and it was a first date for B with a guy she met on Match dot com. They didn't really hit it off either. She's married to a good man now).
B is about the same size as me: About 5'5", really petite. She's a natural brunette but has blonde highlights.
So B and I drove to the game together, and the guys drove separately. B drove us from her apartment.
So, after the game, both of us got in a VERY long line for the ladies room. There was a lady who worked there in the bathroom directing people to stalls.
So I have to pee pretty badly, but I'm also feeling the hot dog and nachos I ate in the early part of the game.
However, there were so many people waiting, and I don't like to rush when I poop, so I decide that I can hold that until we got back to B's apartment. So I simply pee and leave. B does the same thing as she's done quickly as well.
After we all said our goodbyes, B and I walked to her car and started on the hour-long drive home. The traffic was pretty bad and we were standing still a lot.
B says, "I really need to take a s***. I should have gone at the stadium."
I tell her that I'm in the same position. That I didn't poop because of the long line.
B does not like using public bathrooms, and there were hardly any good places to stop on the ride back anyways. But I'm feeling like I'm okay...
UNTIL we're about 20 minutes from her place. All of a sudden, what was a relatively minor urge turns into a really major urge. That's not normal for me; the stadium food was obviously disagreeing with me.
I told B that I really needed to poop. She says, "I'm holding my ass so tight right now."
We then begin to have a discussion that turned into a (friendly) argument over who had to go to the bathroom worse.
B's apartment had one bathroom. One toilet. 2 girls that really needed to poop.
"It's my apartment!", she says.
"I'm the guest!", I say.
(Like I said, this is a friendly argument. We're not angry. We're laughing as we're talking, but I will tell you that my desperation was very real, as was hers.)
Finally, at a red light 5 minutes from her apartment, we do Rock/Paper/Scissors. She wins. She's going to get to poop first. However, I need to pee again, and it's decided that I'll get to do that first.
We get to her apartment. I sprint into her bathroom, not closing the door, not even turning on the lights. I sit down and pee for maybe 15 seconds, clenching my butt cheeks so hard that I'm almost sweating.
The lights come on; B is in the bathroom. I finish peeing, give myself one quick wipe, and surrender the toilet to her.
B is already pulling her pants down as I'm finishing peeing. I can tell from the look on her face that she seriously needs to go.
She sits down immediately after I stand up. She lets out a big fart and pees for a bit.
There's something about seeing another person go that made me have to go even worse than I already did. I probably should have left the bathroom, but I'm at the point where I feel like if I even move I might crap myself (which I do not like; I've had a couple of accidents as an adult.)
I tell her, "Please hurry!" She says, "I'm trying." I can hear the distinct crackling sound of her starting to poop, and she starts to bear down and push. That, for me, was all I could tolerate.
I felt my poop starting to push its way out of my hole. I was squeezing to hold it in as hard as I possibly could, but it was going to be a losing effort.
Trying to think quickly, I pull down my pants again and grab some toilet paper. My plan now is to poop into my hand, which would be full of paper. I tell B that I'm about to have an accident.
And then she does it.
B scooches herself forward and to her right, towards the wall. She pats the other side of the toilet seat with her hand. She's still mid-poop and doesn't say anything, but the message I think she's trying to send is that she's going to let me sit on the toilet with her.
Ordinarily I wouldn't have done this. I mean, there's being comfortable with someone, but this is crazy to me.
But I was seconds away from possibly pooping onto her bathroom floor.
I made my decision: Sit down on the toilet with her.
I'm facing away from the wall; our backs are touching, but I'm at an angle. We're both petite, so somehow our butts are able to fit on the toilet at the same time.
Immediately my body recognizes the familiar feel of a toilet seat, albeit in a different position than normal. As B is still straining, I just let go. Several big, soft logs make their way out of me.
Because of how I'm sitting, the logs hit the bowl where there's no water. I can hear the "thud" sounds. Shortly after I released my second log, B finishes squeezing out what was an incredibly thick log that lands with a huge plop. She then poops out some more, while I poop out some smaller pieces.
It was really good that I had peed first, because if I still needed to pee in this position, it would have gone right onto her bathroom floor.
Both of us are basically catching our breaths after this ordeal. Finally, when I'm composed, I manage to say "Thank you B."
She says, "You're welcome. I'm sorry I didn't let you go first. You really needed to go."
I told her we had both really needed to go and that she was a really great friend.
I stood up and let B finish up and wipe. After she was done, I sat back down and wiped.
The toilet looked like a poop massacre. My logs had streaked down the side of the bowl, while her poop completely filled the middle of the toilet.
There was no way the toilet would have flushed without clogging. B poured some Draino in to soften it up. We both washed our hands and let our poop sit for awhile while we went to her living room, where we talked about our underwhelming dating experiences from that day.
So there you go. My toilet-sharing experience. Steve and I have never tried doing it; he's a bigger (muscular) guy.
You know... I never realized how many crazy bathroom experiences I've had until I found this forum! I still have plenty more stories if you folks want to hear them.
Love,
KristiKristi
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Midwesterner: Isn't it wonderful to have a partner who you're able to be completely open around?
Growing up, going to the bathroom was a private thing. You closed the door. You turned on the fan and sprayed air freshener if you had pooped (air freshener, I've found, doesn't eliminate the smell. It just mixes with it. Hawaiian Breeze and poop combined.) You never talked about what went on in the bathroom. (You certainty didn't share your experiences on a website!)
It wasn't until college and had shared bathrooms and roommates that I became a little more open and relaxed about my bodily functions.
But it still took a while before I got to where I am now with Steve: Not just being comfortable around each other, but actually making it a part of how we enjoy each other physically.
So it's great to hear that you have a wife who you have that bond with.
There's so much... anger in the world today. A lot of hate. A lot of meanness.
But everyone, liberal or conservative, black or white, straight or queer, goes to the bathroom.
I'm going to take my next dump in the name of world peace. Who is with me?
Love you all,
Kristi