Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Stay home from school today: finding out there is possible covid case in the school, so far I feel fine and my circle , I went to got tested after coming back from the bathroom I only slept few hours before getting the 911 text alert from school stating stay home, so I got out of bed took a shower got dressed and did FaceTime with Dean and he said that he was wondering if I would be made if I would be made that if he posted something I said I don't mind just express what on your mind tell people you lol, and now I see the survey he posted so I'm going respond back to it . Hey guys and gals: I have a question survey that I'm wondering if I'm over the top
Questions
1) Who does to the bathroom more you or your partner ?
A) yeah I'm free spirit lol I just go just never out
2) Do you get to watch them to go or never seen them go?
A) I don't know what to say lol
3) Who was interested in who at first?
A) yes definitely him
4) who spends more time in the bathroom?
A) Yes and no we both do I enjoy my shower and baths but you enjoy the toilet lol
5) Who was the last person in the bathroom ?
A) I was of course I take care of my business as soon as possible
6) If your partner was struggling in the bathroom would you be able to help them?
A) yes for me cause I enjoy helping out
7} any celebrities your partner remind you of,
Crystal Liu in the face but shaped like Shay Mitchell though I haven't seen anything but she packs something skirts don't lie lol . Awe very sweet of you but I don't believe that I look all that, but his look a lot would be like Cole Sprouse to me the young version but the height lol
Catherine
Responses
Jenny SIS: It's always good to read your posts! I hope you are well! Also, I have never forgotten to wipe. And, I've never farted on purpose when there was a chance that it could not be blamed on me. I have on accident and denied it!
Midwesterner: Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words and I will try to post when I can. One, I just haven't had many stories. Two, I have been so busy!
Carlie B: I loved your story about clogging the airport toilet and all your posts! I hope you are well!
M: I have seen Alan on the toilet but I don't think that it does the same for me that it does for him. It seems that he likes seeing me and I like being seen on the toilet, if that makes sense. I have seen a few women on the toilet and that has aroused me.
Emma Two's Survey:
1. How often do you poo? Twice daily, morning and evening.
2. Do you enjoy having a poo? Love it! Probably love it too much! I mean, who doesn't love the feeling of passing a long, thick log or snake!
3. Have you ever pood outside? Yes. I wrote about here last year. The whole family had to when we lost power because our home is on a well, which is powered by electricity.
4. Have you ever pood somewhere you shouldn't have? I'm not sure what you mean. I've had accidents.
5. Have you ever been desperate for a poo and had an accident in your pants/knickers? Yes. Several times. That's what brought me to the forum 12 years ago!
6. Have you ever watched else someone else poo? Yes - my husband, my kids, a few friends.
7. Have you ever seen someone poo their pants /knickers? Yes.
8. Have you ever pood your pants /knickers on purpose? Yes
9. Have you ever pood in a public toilet or a friend's house? Yes
10. Have you ever pood in a container when there isn't a toilet available? No
I hope that you all are well!
Love to all!
Catherine!Bianca
Potty Training
I heard a cute Elmo show about potty training today. It started out with Elmo on the toilet, and washing his hands when he was done. Several children discussed their words for pee and poop. There was even an adorable song called The Dirty Diaper Blues, and one about having accidents. Once, Rover needed to go to the bathroom real bad, and almost knocked Elmo down. There was a part in the show about paying attention to the way your body feels when you need to go. It also talked about the transition from training pants to underwear. In one of the scenes, a member of the bear family was hiding under the table when she had to poop, and didn't want to come out. Luckily, she was taken to the bathroom in time. Elmo used the words pee pee, and poo poo. Overall, I think the episode was really educational, and it was a happy find. Hope you all enjoy.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
I have a set of questions so Winnie survey time
1) Would you let your significant one watch you on the toilet?
2) would you let them wipe you
3) would you want to watch them on the toilet
4) Is it okay to share the experience with someone else
5) If you do allow your self to be seen on the toilet what is appropriate to adjust the clothes to and what is the location is best for it
I hope Dean see this cause I'm really want to be the best girlfriend possible for you but I'm really nervous and I appreciate you loving the way you do but I'm nervous about it, I never been asked about being seen on the toilet so freelyThea
Busy People (for Bianca)
I do some part-time work in a small office just like you describe, and it reminded me so much of our secretary. She mans the phone and has to answer pretty much straight away. Sometimes she doesn't even take off her headset when she goes to the bathroom, and has even been known to answer whilst on the throne. She also has some stomach issues which make her prone to bathroom emergencies.
One time, she came out of the toilet whilst on the phone so she could press the buttons on her desk to transfer it elsewhere. She must have finished the job in the other toilet in the building, because I went to pee later on, and found the bowl full of brown water. She obviously didn't want to flush while on the phone, and must have forgotten to go back and flush after. She'd be mortified if I said anything, so I kept quiet and never let on.
Carlie B.
Overflow
Sorry for the second post in such a short time, but I had to share a quick one. I'm starting to get into playing golf a bit. The rest of my family loves to golf but I never got into it. Recently though, I've taken some lessons and am actually pretty decent. I can hit the ball pretty far, though accurately is a whole other matter haha. My parents were in town visiting this past weekend and took me golfing at a course nearby.
After about 6 or 7 holes, I started to feel like I needed to take a dump. It came on unusually fast and in the middle of the day which is also atypical. Rather than interrupt the round since the course was pretty crowded, I held it in until we finished the 9th hole and I could run into the clubhouse and go. I came closer to having an accident than I can recall. As we finished up the 9th hole, I had to speed walk back to my cart and make a dash for the clubhouse.
There was only a single occupant restroom so thank goodness there was no line. I rushed over to the toilet and had to quickly peel off my golf skirt and leggings. The second my caboose hit the seat a big thick log came shooting out. From the time my my butt was down to when the log was fully out was under 3 seconds. I stood up and saw that it was on the smaller side for me. Maybe 12-14 inches long and a couple inches thick. I flushed before wiping but I had still clogged it. I was pleasantly surprised to find a plunger though so I grabbed that bad boy and got to work. I gave it my usual 8 thrusts before flushing again. Still clogged. I had to wait a minute or so for the water to go down before another 8 plunges. Clogged again. After another minute and a fourth unsuccessful plunge/flush attempt, I got a text from my dad saying I needed to hurry because we were holding people up. I said screw it and wiped myself and tossed the paper into the toilet. Without thinking about it, and probably because I was in a rush, I instinctively flushed while the bowl was still draining. The water rose up and up. I watched in horror as it continued rising up and over the rim, spilling down onto the tile floor. Needless to say it was gross. I could see little bits of my TP in the newly formed puddle on the ground. If there was one silver lining, none of the actual chunks of my poo made it out of the bowl. There was no way I could just leave this so I had to text my dad and told them to play on ahead and that I'd catch up.
I pulled dozens of paper towels out of the dispenser and started to mop up the floor with them. I got the actual puddle wiped up, though the tiles still looked a bit wet. That was about as good as I could do without a full on mop so I had to call it good. By some miracle, the coast was clear as I stepped out into the hallway. I didn't even occur to me until then that I never actually got the toilet unclogged. I was going to at least inform the staff that the toilet was clogged but they weren't at the counter so I ended up just hopping back in the cart and catching back up to my parents. When we finished up the round, I went back in the clubhouse to return the cart key and saw the bathroom had a hand drawn sign saying the bathroom was temporarily closed and to use the one in the restaurant upstairs. Oopsies!
Wednesday, December 08, 2021
David P
Survey Reply
Here is a reply to a recent survey on the forum.
1. How often do you poo?
once every 3 to 4 days, I'm always usually a bit constipated
2. Do you enjoy having a poo?
yes I look forward to it, I wish I was more regular!
3. Have you ever pood outside?
No I have never
4. Have you ever pood somewhere you shouldn't have?
No
5. Have you ever been desperate for a poo and had an accident in your pants/knickers?
Yes, this happened at school on the first day of year 11 so I was 15 I was really desperate for a loose poo but couldn't face going at school. I went to fart to release some of the pressure are sharted myself. I went home after that as couldn't face staying at school, I went home and blasted the toilet with loose poos and diarrhea.
6. Have you ever watched else someone else poo?
Yes, I used to have a friend that lived next door to me when I was about six most days we would go to each others house and play, we would also watch each other poo.
7. Have you ever seen someone poo their pants /knickers?
no
8. Have you ever pood your pants /knickers on purpose?
no, although when I was a kid I had chronic constipation and would poo in my pants.
9. Have you ever pood in a public toilet or a friend's house?
yes to both, I have pooed in public, try not to as I hate it, so I can say I went one time in a bus station on holiday when I really needed it, I pooed at school quite a few times over the years, just a few times but I actually pooed a lot more once I got to use the private toilet in the medical room in year 11. One other time I had an embarrassing poo where my boss came to the toilet while i was sat down and he knew it was me and started joking around.
I have pooed plenty of times at friend's houses, I feel awkward doing it but hey everyone poos! one in particular recently I stayed away for 5 days when I worked away before I left that and started my new job. I went into more detail in one of my recent stories!
10. Have you ever pood in a container when there isn't a toilet available?
no
Abbie: I am really missing your stories, if you are reading this please post again soon. How are you and the poos recently?James
Accident at home
I posted in the summer about a time when I pooed my pants whilst playing on my Sega Megadrive. That was an accident that happened because I was distracted, and it was very careless of me, because I could have paused the game at any time and gone to the toilet. I figured people might want to hear about what happened once when I was younger and playing a game where that wasn't an option.
Before we got the console (and before my dad got a PC) we had an old ZX Spectrum. My dad had bought a few second-hand games, and very occasionally I'd be allowed to play, even when I was quite young. One that I really loved was Sabre Wulf, which was a huge game that had to be finished in a single play-through. There was no pause button, and even more frustratingly the game had a few mechanics to make it so that your character would almost certainly die if you left the keyboard for more than a few seconds. I must have still been in nappies when it first came out, and it was already starting to look quite retro by the time I got to play it.
One winter's day, when I was seven, I was off school with a bad cold and a bit of a temperature. My morning poo after breakfast had started quite firm, but had transitioned through soft into mush over a single log. This wasn't that unusual for me, but the last part was maybe a bit on the loose side. My mum worked part-time back then, and had swapped a shift to stay home with me. I watched TV through the morning, and then after lunch I asked if I could play on the Spectrum in my dad's study and my mum agreed, as she wanted to get on with tidying up downstairs.
I settled down into the office chair, loaded the game and got underway. I lost track of time, but perhaps half an hour later I became aware that I had a bit of a stomach-ache, low down in my belly. The chair was too big for me and I was sitting in an awkward position, so I shifted off it and kneeled on the floor, which also made the ache feel better. However, a few minutes later the crampy feeling came back, and suddenly I felt I needed to do a poo really urgently, and the urge was getting stronger quickly.
The problem was, I was now further along in the game than I'd ever got before, and I knew that if I left the computer I'd lose all my lives and have to start again - it was a game that needed a lot of luck, so I was afraid I'd never get that far again. At the same time, I knew that if I didn't go to the toilet very soon then I was almost certainly going to dirty my pants. I started feeling overwhelmed by panic and looking around to see if my mum was nearby, but she was downstairs with the vacuum cleaner on. I have this very clear memory of kneeling at the computer feeling like a rabbit trapped in headlights - leaving the game felt impossible and in my mind I was completely trapped. I tried to play the game quickly but couldn't concentrate properly, and at the same time I was trying with all my might to not mess myself.
Unfortunately the pressure kept building up, I was staring at the screen almost in tears, and I think I actually whimpered a bit as I felt my bum suddenly relax against my will. A huge poo rushed out - it started as loose mush and then became wet and a bit runny, and I remember it felt very warm (probably because I had a temperature). It all came out in one go, much more quickly than most of my accidents. At the time it seemed to take forever but in my memory it was maybe just three seconds. As I was kneeling, it felt like it mostly settled in my underpants between my legs - if I'd been sat on the chair it would have probably gone up my back and leaked. I did keep trying to play the game for a minute or so but I was feeling so shaky that I soon lost my lives, which made me feel even worse about the situation. Because the poo was so large and so loose, it was making my pants sag down, and I could feel it escaping my pants and going down the inside of my trousers down my thighs. Although the poo wasn't liquid (more like a slurry of runny mush), it definitely smelled of diarrhoea, and I knew I had to get to the loo right away before any leaked out, or I had to go again.
I realised that if I tried to walk across the hall to the bathroom, all the poo that had leaked out of my pants was going to go down my trouser legs and out onto the carpet. At the same time, I knew that if I didn't get there soon, the poo was wet enough to stain through my trousers at the knees and dirty the carpet anyway. I did a kind of waddle to the toilet by walking on my knees with my feet held as high as I could manage. Once I'd reached the bathroom tiles, I stood up, and as I'd predicted some poo came out onto the floor. I called for my mum, but even as she was coming upstairs I could feel I needed to go again, and it was immediately very urgent.
As soon as my mum got there I tearfully said I'd pooed myself and that I needed to do another one really badly. She started trying to direct me to ease my trousers off so that I could sit on the loo, but it was already too late, and I bent over slightly as another rush of poo came out. My mum saw what was happening and lifted me into the bath before more could go on the floor, and she then proceeded to clean me up from there with the showerhead. I said that the poo had taken me by surprise and that I hadn't quite got to the bathroom in time, and as far as I know she believed me. Fortunately my bowels went back to normal once my temperature came back down.
One thing about this accident was that the clean-up wasn't as bad as it could have been because the poo was loose but not sticky - it's definitely easier to clean it off your skin if it's not sticky, whether hard or loose. My mum was even able to save my underwear, as she rinsed it under the shower along with my trousers and then put it straight into the washing machine.
I'm curious - I was a very accident-prone kid but have comparatively few problems like that as an adult. For the posters who have shared their stories of being accident-prone as adults, was this something that you also struggled with in childhood, or did it start later on? I've also never been prone to wetting accidents, although I wet the bed from time to time until I was about eight, but have read other people's stories about the two tending to happen at the same time - again, I'd be interested to hear how many people have often wet and pooed at the same time and how many have only ever had one type of accident at once.Thunder
A Good BM today
My bowels have not been too active of late and nothing much has been happening in my public toilets.
I had my osmotic laxative this morning...saw a customer for while at his work...had an energy drink and headed to work, intending to stop off at my toilets. As I got closer things began to click in...I really got a strong urge. I very rarely get those urges...pulled up outside the toilet block and as I have incontinence undies I did not have to force my butt cheeks closed but proceeded knowing the first log would be hard and if it came out in my undies so be it!
As I walked into the cubicle the turd was coming out of my bottom but my undies were unmarked...I sat on the metal toilet (no seat) and just released a whole lot of poo....what a blessed relief> I then checked my phone, did some minutes of meditation, drained my bladder again and wiped and left.
That is all.
Lavah
Lavah's Constipation Survey
Some questions for my fellow constipated users on this site. I'll try to answer them myself when I have time!
1) What is the longest you've ever been constipated and how did you resolve it?
2) What position do you sit in when you're constipated and trying to poop?
3) When you're constipated, do you prefer pooping on the toilet or somewhere else?
4) Where does it hurt when you're constipated?
5) What noises do you make when you're constipated and trying to poop?
6) Do you prefer pushing in quick bursts (example: "Nnn! Nn! Nnn!") or long stretches? (example: "Nnnnnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn")
7) Has anyone ever helped you relieve your constipation and what did they do?
8) Have you ever helped someone else relieve their constipation and what did you do?
9) Have you ever been to a doctor for constipation and what did they do?
10 Do you have any tricks to help you poop when you're constipated?Vincene
Learning to crap in middle school
I was still 11 when I started middle school. This was a big place, actually really big with two huge bathrooms on each floor. Peeing wasn't that much of a problem. Time on seat wasn't bad, usually a minute or less but the biggest adjustment I had to make was the size of the room. Like 15 toilets on one side of the room; then 15 sinks on the other side. Something was usually busted up. In some of the bathrooms there were privacy doors on the stall, but they were not as large and wide as needed. When I was seated taking my piss I was covered from the top of my knees on the bottom and on top at about mid-shoulder. Hardly providing me with privacy. Then there would be teachers and administrators who would walk through and yell at us that we were going to be late to class, that passes would not be issued, and that we had to get up, get to class, and some dark sarcasm about productivity in class and too much wasting of time. This girl on the toilet next to me mocked one of the assistant principals. So the assistant principal backed up, slammed the door open (there were no working latches), yanked the girl off the toilet, and halfway dragged her out and to the office. I compromised some of my standards so I wouldn't get into trouble, but I wasn't about to take time to flush someone else's crap down before I took my seat to drain my bladder. After school time, which was assigned quite freely, wasn't about to happen to me.
One of my first, and most difficult craps, came early in the fall. This was before first hour. The bus got me there 45 minutes early, but when the gut knocking started, I knew I was going to be taking my first middle school crap. Mom had given me a laxative and offered to excuse me for a tardy, but I didn't want to do that. So I walked to the main restroom which was larger than the other. Most of the privacy doors had legs under them and a head above them. Most were crapping. This was not the first crap in each toilet for the day and the smell was horrendous. One girl let off a 10 second fart that got laughs from those around her. Then there was a series of splashes under her. She stood up for a few seconds, I guess to avoid splashback. I was surprised by how many users didn't wait to flush. They just crapped on crap and hoped for the best. Very few of them had clean underwear because they didn't take the time to wipe. That was also complicated by the low-quality toilet paper squares in the containers. You would pull out one at a time, although sometimes several of the squares would drop to the floor.
I don't know why but behind the toilet in some of the stalls there was a package of seat papers on the wall. I asked my mom about them and she said they were called seat protector. She forced me to us one a couple times when we were traveling and the seat was soiled. I had never used one on my own but I decided that the length of my sit may have justified. Nothing but trouble came of it. I pulled one down and two or three others stuck together. There was also this big flap that I kind of like had to push out like opening a box of facial tissues. It must have taken me another minute or two to get the dumb thing fully unfolded. Then no matter what I did, it didn't seem like it was going to fit on the seat. Then when it did, I guess my underwear or jeans pushed it halfway into the bowl. So I flushed it and almost got splashed in the face by how wicked the water pressure was. So I put another one down. This one started to slip off one side and when I reached down to grab it, it too got wet.
And since my laxative driven crap was now ready to explode, I just placed my butt on the seat as fast as I could. There was no time to worry about another sanitary cover. Within a second or two the first of about six soft and almost unformed pieces came out. I thought: sorry Mom I tried. Then came the main event. Wide and it hurt me a bit as I pushed it out. Since it was four days worth it hit the water and my underside got a shower. It was lucky for me that I hadn't selected a toilet with peed over bowl water. So I slid myself back on the black seat and looked at what was under my legs. It was every bit as bad as it smelled. I stood, reached back and flushed, and then took the seat again to begin the wiping job. On one of my first wipes, the cheap square tissue contained an almost wet clod of crap. It went through the paper and onto my thumb and two fingers. I must have filled the toilet four or five times, flushing after each one. My butt hole was sore and with additional wipes there was some blood. My skin hurt bad.
I took a 15 minute tardy to first hour, but my mom cleared it for me, but not without a lecture on how I had a lot to learn and needed to anticipate such situations. Then a couple of weeks later she gave me this package of toilet seat protectors she had purchased at the drug store. That was the last thing I needed. My underwear was skidmarked beyond belief. I washed it twice before mom got home and I could put it in my hamper.
But with each crap at school I got more confidence and more experience. Now, with a professional job, I'm taking 80 percent of my craps away from home and in a variety of public toilets. Almost all of them rock compared to my middle school experience.
Elvia
Re: Midwesterner Restroom Design Flaws
Your post reminded me of a restroom at a park near where I live that I've actually used several times.The stall walls are stone with a wooden door, but the walls and the doors aren't really high. When I use them, they only come up to my head, so they're lower than standing height. It's very easy to see into the stalls if you're walking right next to them. It makes for some awkward moments.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Part 3 : sorry guys I know that I post a lot but I just wanted to say each of your stories helps me a lot especially being the only sibling at home, so you guys rock
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Replies
To Kaycha: While you may have peed in your pants "yet again", try not to just think of it as another "accident" this time. You tried to go to three different bathrooms that were not available. Had one of those been available, you wouldn't have peed your pants. Try to think of it from that perspective.
Lorenz
Bowl rim sitting
On Sunday Darsolea and I were at the park. It was probably our last time there before the winter storms start hitting. She packed a lunch for us and got a lot of her art project done. We hope per professor likes it; several people stopped by and they said she has talent. As for me, I'm not much of an artist. But after our picnic about 45 minutes later I had to take my usual crap. So I excused myself and went towards the top of the hill where the toilet building is. When I walked around the double-entryway to the mens side I couldn't believe it. All six toilets, out in the open without privacy panels is one thing I don't necessarily like but I put up with it, but each of the toilets had its seat taken off. That black plastic thing that gives the user some comfort was missing. I couldn't believe it.
I went to one of the center toilets, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and very carefully parked my butt on the edge of the bowl rim. It was pretty chilly for a sit. I had to make sure to distribute my weight so I didn't fall in, and it seemed my butt was sagging just above water level. It didn't help that the sag became more pronounced as I pushed. An immediate move I made was to push my penis down and off the front of the bowl. It seemed like my knees were a couple of inches above the rest of my body and as I sat and pushed it seemed as if I was bruising the bones underneath my thighs. I was so close to the water I got scared that a banana-like crap might not land in the water but rather against the bottom of my skin.
I chickened out and went back to Darsolea. She was somewhat surprised and amused by my experience. About an hour later I felt so much pressure downstairs that I walked two blocks to a gas station and took the shit I had been holding. It would have been almost a 10. Darsolea went in an peed twice or three times. Each time she had minor complaints but nothing like I had to endure.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Part 2 : So I heard Dean but I knocked on the door and asked babe are you okay he said kinda of but felt bad , I asked do you want me to come in, he said yes please so I slowly open the door, seeing Dean fidget with his pants and I came beside him and I told him that it was okay to use it rubbing his middle of his back, he turned and looked at me that he didn't want to embarrass me if he let it go , I leaned in and told him that it's not going to cause I'm here with you, so he unfasten his belt and I stepped out and he said thanks Winnie I'm lucky to have you as my girlfriend, I felt so melted so after 30 minutes or so he rejoined me at the table and finish up our lesson. So he treated me lunch and before we came back to my place, we made out for the first time and I ended up having a poop after he went home just a basic one
Dean
Confession
Hey guys and gals: I have a question survey that I'm wondering if I'm over the top
Questions
1) Who does to the bathroom more you or your partner ?
A) most definitely her she definitely doesn't care she just goes .
2) Do you get to watch them to go or never seen them go?
A) I definitely have not but I wouldn't mind to see her on her throne and going , I don't know if she feels comfortable with that cause she always walks away from me when I'm going
3) Who was interested in who at first?
A) me
4) who spends more time in the bathroom?
A) I do cause I text a guy have to do something
5) Who was the last person in the bathroom ?
A) she was
6) If your partner was struggling in the bathroom would you be able to help them?
A) yes and no
7} any celebrities your partner remind you of,
Crystal Liu in the face but shaped like Shay Mitchell though I haven't seen anything but she packs something skirts don't lie lol . Well that's all I'm going give her a good night kissM
Wife's emergency poo
Hi everyone,
The other day my wife went out shopping with her mom and her mom drove. I had already gotten home from work. Before she got home she called me on the phone and told me "hey we're just a few minutes away from home can you leave the front door unlocked so I can get in right away because I'm going to poop my pants". A few minutes later she gets in and puts her stuff down and says to me "thanks for leaving it unlocked. I can't save to my mom because I have to go to the bathroom". She walks towards the steps really quick and I could tell she was squeezing her butt cheeks as she was walking. She went into our ensuite bathroom and closed the door but didn't turn the fan on surprisingly. As soon as she sat down she flushed the toilet as she was dumping. She will do that sometimes. Maybe because it stunk badly. After the toilet was done running she sat quietly for a few more minutes. She then had another diarrhea blast then a little bit of liquid that sounded like she was peeing from her butt. She wiped a bunch of times then was done. She was only in the bathroom for maybe 5 minutes.
Midwesterner:
I have a loud poop story from my wife. This was from a few years ago when she was off work because she had cancer at the time. Fortunately all she needed was surgery on her thyroid. I was working evenings at that time and once the kids went to school we had the house to ourselves. The circumstances for that sucked but we got that time to ourselves which was amazing like when we were first married. We would always go for a walk once the kids were gone. It was on the day of our anniversary we went for a walk. We got back and she went on the computer looking at a menu for where we were going to go for lunch. She was sitting there with a pink shirt and black track pants with a bit of pink on them. All of a sudden she gets up and says "my stomach hurts, oh god I think I'm going to have diarrhea". She heads upstairs to our ensuite bathroom and is moaning in pain while she was going up the steps. She shuts the door and turns the fan on. She is moaning even before she sat on the toilet. She moans while she is pulling her pants down. She sits down and just unloads a loud diarrhea dump in the toilet. She moaned and let out a big sigh. She then let go of another one after that and was done and then she showered. After she was done her shower I asked her if her stomach was ok and she said it was and said she almost pooped her pants.
Everyone have a great day and hope you all have a good healthy poop!
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
After couple hours later: During lunch I got to eat lunch with Dean I was so happy for him and he was smiling , I know that we haven't dated long but it sure feel like a long time so , while eating lunch I slide my crocs off and warped my feet around his legs smiling at him he started to laugh saying that my feet feel super warm, I said well silly cause I don't cold easy , so I guess one of the teachers saw and told me that I need to put them back on cause it's inappropriate touching, I said how, she said that I got was getting smart with her so, she had Dean and I sent to the office, and wrote us up for sexual touching and added to mine for disrespecting authority, so frustrating while waiting for the assistant principal I had to go, I asked can use the bathroom, a mean no was the response, I said that I really had to go and he said no means no get over it and it was hard and I was shifting in the chair trying to hold on , and when we saw the principal and we explain all what happened and I was denied to use it, he apologized and dismissed our allegations and tore it up after he was finished I jet in the office bathroom and Dean said wait I turned around he reached down and gave me a huge kiss and said that he will see me when school out, so I got in the bathroom, and locked the door and hurried to the toilet and lifted up my skirt and drop my panties at my calf's sat on the toilet started to fart as I'm farting I open up and poop starts dropping rapidly feeling amazing, I letting out some pee , dropping more stinky and I flush the toilet behind me and I stayed seated just to make sure I was okay to start wiping, I was so always front to back clean up, after I was done adjustment to the skirt and pulled up my panties as I was washing my hands about to leave I felt the need to go again and I go back to the toilet and pulled everything down even my skirt and panties sat on the toilet, letting out heavy farts after farting I didn't feel no poop coming so I stayed sitting after few more minutes I felt it was coming out very hard and brutal a long piece fell in the bowl and another one. Flush the toilet and wiped nothing there so I knew I was down for right now, pulled up everything and washed my hands and got out of there and I rejoin Dean after school told him all about it on the way home he gave me a big hug and apologized that I had to go through all that, and asked if I was going to wear my crocs tomorrow I said yes till Monday while it's comfortable weather, he said good cause I have soft feet and toes lol , after he dropped me off I fell asleep and now I'm writing this well take care everyone
Skidmarked in Seattle, ARNP
Sofie
Hi Sofie, I do you get you and you get me. I think you are me 10-15 years ago.
I started out being self conscious about my underwear when I started showering and dressing at gym/sports in junior high, also a time where there was pressure to be "pretty/feminine/womanly." Maybe I'm repeating myself by I wanted to respond directly to some of you comments and questions Sofie. Like most preteens, early teens I was wearing the white fruit of the looms/hanes style panties my mothers bought me. And of course I was starting my periods so I started requesting dark underwear and I noticed a lot of other girls starting wearing dark underwear between grades 8 to 12 ! This seemed to curb my self consciousness, but I would have a minute freak out when I skidded my " whites" and started throwing them out . But I never talked to anyone about my skids.
In highschool and college the self consciousness came out of remission when I started reaching dating age and more girls were wearing " cute" underwear" such as lacy and thong underwear. What hurt me sometime is in the locker rooms seeing cheerleaders and dancers take off their white thongs that at least at my angle were pristine after a sweaty practice ! I swear some one even pull down their panties down to there ankles in bathroom stalls showing off their Victoria secret panties with no skids. I wasn't until college where I started living with other girls I would occasionally notice someone else's panties that were as dirty, or even dirtier than mine.!( my friend and roommate in college was a cheerleader and she had very dirty underwear. We never talked about it, but she didn't seem to hide them either) but still I felt like I was the only one . and once again, I never even chatted about skids with another girl. To this date ! except on this site
I would have boyfriends and partners, I would notice they would have skids on their boxers ( I never met a grown man with white briefs, but I know growing up with brothers they get dirty!) but still the pressure to keep my panties clean always loomed. once again it helped keeping most of my panties black or dark. And if I thought someone would see my underwear on promising dates, I would wear black.
Honestly my husband and I talk about everything, so he's the only one I opened up about my skids to, and its mostly not on purpose , because I can only hide so much from him, especially since he does a lot of laundry in our house! Also he never seems to skid either, or at least not as much as me.
My husband is also a nurse and comedian on the side so he is fantastic at "reading the room" and empathy. He knows when to shut up about my skids. When he teases me he gets a good blush from me, but it kind of relaxes me at the same time. And he likes to point out when he gets skids too. One time we were in Waco Texas shopping at the Magnolia Market and there was one unisex bathroom with a long line. HE had to poop really bad and we were wearing working clothes. HE said he had to poop faster than he liked and probably rushed his wipe got some skids that day ( he did but so did I). Often to sooth me , a common joke is he jokes about the bad toilet paper at work and at the gym and joke everyone who comes out of those bathrooms will get "Skids" and for some reason we use the term "Skid" which get more of a laugh from me than "Skidmark." One time I told help I pooped next to a local reporter, and we saw her report on TV. She looked so clean and pretty, but my man said " but probably not her lace panties!" we both laugh so hard.
One time recently really had a meltdown where not only I skidded my favorite boyshorts,, but I noticed at the end of the day I can see the skid form the outside . I was almost in tears. My husband comforted me saying it happened to it all. I happened to talk a conference that day and he joked that all who spoke at that conference probably had dirty underwear. When I calmed down, we have a running joke that a lot of the younger male residents are smitten by me and were probably checking out my skidded a** underneath my professional white coat and pants
Another technique he does is when I feel gross, my husband like to joke that when I am so clean and uptight, he like it when I get a little sloppy and dirty. That makes me blush and let's just see that leads to ...dirty things between us!
In the ( my dirty) end , I know its not a big deal and nothing to be ashamed of, but I still get embarrassed when I know my butt is a littler dirty, even when I am wearing a black thong and you can't barely see a skidmark Sometimes you just steer into the skid ( pun intended )and let the embarrassment pass
Other coping mechanism I have are showering as soon as I can after I poop ( hard to do as I poop 2-3 times a day) I tried wet wipes ( they felt good , I even had these " one wipe Charlies" marked to guys that made my cheeks feel like peppermint. But I don't use wet wipes anymore. I am considering a bidet, and half my underwear is black. my husband buys me white underwear I swear to mess with me , but They do make my bum look good to me and him! (Sorry the young residents I work with cant see that!, but your friends are free to imagine!!!)
Megan-how are those pads working? what other approaches have you done in the past to deal with skids. I know certain brands of toilet paper market themselves as cleaner than other? do you wear certain types of underwear more to hide your skids. Or do you notice some underwear is more susceptible to skidmark than others? I have said before if I am self conscious, I'll actually wear more dark thongs as my boy short tend to really ride up (comfortably though, I switched to thongs because my regular panties would ride up and skid very uncomfortably)
Emma two
Survey
Survey
1. How often do you poo?
2. Do you enjoy having a poo?
3. Have you ever pood outside?
4. Have you ever pood somewhere you shouldn't have?
5. Have you ever been desperate for a poo and had an accident in your pants/knickers?
6. Have you ever watched else someone else poo?
7. Have you ever seen someone poo their pants /knickers?
8. Have you ever pood your pants /knickers on purpose?
9. Have you ever pood in a public toilet or a friend's house?
10. Have you ever pood in a container when there isn't a toilet available?Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Feeling adventurous today: happy weekend hope everyone week was great, So today I woke up like 7 one of my friends from school came over wanted to hangout with me May-J, so I hopped in the shower side note I literally did , I noticed last night that when I did poop my bum is bruised pretty bad and it hurts sitting on the toilet for too long, so today shower helped soothe the pain some, after my shower I slipped on my clothes jeans shirt and flip flops and I took my back pack with me I keep goodies with, we took a Uber from my house, up to cabins no one felt like driving up there, so here at the cabins walking around about to get in the water, but May-J is really cool and been going to school with her sense El , She is 5'7 like 175, brown blondish hair past her shoulders well built, Native American, wearing jean shorts shirt and flip flops like me well stay tune we about to get in the water and I need to pull up my pants legs up , part1
Bianca
Busy People
Hey guys! The other day, I called this office supply place, and a kind lady answered the phone. When I asked my question to discuss something written in my product manual, I imagined that she uses a nice bathroom in her building. I think a lot of these places have a 1 person bathroom for employees, and maybe another for customers. Hopefully her building has at least 2 stalls in the employee bathroom especially if it's small. I assume it is, since I spoke to this lady on the phone another time before. Again, she answered quick which may be an indicator of a small office with minimal bathrooms. This customer service rep probably uses the toilet whenever possible as these people can't just stop in the middle of a call. In a bathroom emergency, you could probably be transfored to another person in a big building, but I bet she has to hold it a while. Let's just hope this person who took my call has never had an accident on the job. My poops were soft again, but solid a few times. To Carlie B: nice story. That's a relief you got all that poop out, but hopefully the airport staff is forgiving about the 2 clogged toilets. Monster dumps are another of my favorite stories on here. For those of you who love to post them, keep it up. Bye.
Anna from Austria
@Midwesterner Yes Sabrina was really loud and she was also quite open. She did not seem to bother her at all that other people might hear her.
Your thoughs about the American restrooms are interesting. As European I can confirm that American bathrooms are really special. I cannot speak for every eurpean toilet but that in the countries I have been so far and in Austria of course the toilets always over more privacy than in America. At first I had cultural schock with the large gaps and so one. But in the end I got used to it and during my next visit in the states I should have not that much problem with the litte privacy anymore.
Did not know that there are bathroom layouts out there that make a visit to the toilet even less private. I would not be happy for example if other ladies using the toilet can see my butt or even the toilet ball when I am doing my things.
I have not seen such bathrooms yet. The bathrooms I have visited during my stay to the US were rather standard concering the layout. Not much different compared to the layouts in Austria. The only difference where the big gaps on the ceeling and on the ground.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Sunday, December 05, 2021
Jenny Sis
Oops
No not oops I got a skidmark ( you guys expect that now ;)
I posted on November 25 and I forgot to write my name. That's what I get for typing on my phone at the toilet at work :
I posted a response to :
M, Jennifer, Anna in Austria, and Sofie as well as survey questions:.
SURVEY QUESTION 1 : Doesn't any one else fart on places with minimal shame when no one can hear like on an airplane? you can always blame someone else lol
SURVEY QUESTION 2 : Has anyone every stayed on the toilet on their phone so long after finishing, you assumed you already wiped your butt and forgot to wipe...I haveMidwesterner
Replies and Restroom Design Flaws
I have a bit of a long post today with many responses and a question with a fairly long story to go with it.
@Cathrine
So glad to see you checking in on this forum! I have enjoyed reading your posts for years! I hope you can now get some enjoyment out of reading mine. I always remember you referring to your bowel movements and "voluminous".
@Anna from Austria
I appreciate you taking the time to respond to my question! Sounds like Sabrina really didn't have much shame in her bodily functions. You know it's loud when you can hear it outside of a bathroom in a commercial building!
@M
Thank you for the response to my question! I would be interested in hearing about some of the loud poop stories involving your wife. It sounds like the two gentlemen you mentioned in your post were not feeling well at all. I find that during those circumstances, it's best just to let them be alone and do what they have to do.
@Survey
M/f Male
Age 25
1. What's the longest time you have gone without pooping
I honestly can't remember ever going more than a couple days without pooping.
2. Are your poops normally hard or soft and are they chunks or logs?
They tend to be soft with an equal amount of chunks and logs.
3. What object would you compare your widest poop to
A hotdog
4. How often do you poop
Anywhere from 1-4 times per day.
5. When was the last time you went poo
A few minutes before writing this post.
6. How often do you get constipaited
I haven't been constipated in years.
7. Where do you feel comfortable pooping
Obviously at home, at most relative and close friend's houses, select public bathrooms, outside in nature
8. do you have to poo right now
No
9. How long would you hold your poop in for
Not any longer than I have to.
@Winnie
Do you ever poop in public? Yes
Do you cover the seat? Generally not
Do you pee in public? Yes
Do you cover the seat? Doesn't apply since I'm a male
Are you OK with someone seeing you on the toilet? If it's my wife, yes. Otherwise, I'd rather not but it's not the end of the world.
What is your typical style while pooping on the toilet? My legs are spread apart with my butt settled comfortably into the seat. I am probably leaned forward a bit with my clothing down past my knees or on the floor.
@Jennifer
Yes, I absolutely scroll on my phone while I'm on the toilet! It also definitely can extend how long I'm sitting, however, I'm not dependent on it to get my poop going.
@Kristi
I would have never guessed around half of the women using airport restrooms are pooping! My experience is that there are always a handful of men pooping in airport restrooms, but nowhere even close to half. I can imagine that it must be interesting to hear all the different pooping noises from that many women, and that the smell must be pretty bad!
I was out taking advantage of the sales and deals going on Black Friday at a local store when I had to go use the restroom. As I stood at the urinal, looking at the tile on the wall, I could see a clear reflection of the toilet seat in the stall to the right of me, including the poor teen or early 20's kid's butt sitting on that toilet seat trying to poop. The fact is, I wasn't even trying to peek. I was just minding my own business at the urinal, yet the tile acted as a mirror that would have me watch someone pooping whether I wanted to or not. That experience made me think about a question. What bathroom or toilet design flaws have you noticed? I will share some other observations that I have made to start with!
One huge design flaw that I see in many public restrooms is the aforementioned reflective tile. I know that American public restroom stalls are not the most private, with a foot or so gap underneath, an overall height of generally 6 foot and under, and smaller gaps on either side of the door that would give you a glimpse of the user sitting on the toilet if you intently tried to peek or if you were standing at just the right angle. However, those design flaws will generally give you a view of the user sitting on the toilet only if you intently try to invade their privacy (maybe with the exception of the gaps on the sides of the stall doors). Some stalls are secured to the rear wall using only two small clips, which leave an inch or so gap between the back of the stall and the wall. Many of these bathrooms have walls that use tile that is very reflective. The result is that you essentially get a crystal clear view from the rear into the stall next to you. If you're also pooping, it's not that big of a deal since you're facing forwards most of the time, but if you're at a urinal, you're facing the wall and pretty much looking at that reflection whether you want to or not. Because you're standing, your vantage point is higher than the toilet by a few feet, so sometimes you can even get a glimpse of what's in the toilet bowl. Sometimes that's a little more than you bargained for. I've seen many people's butts on the toilet from the rear, and I know many people have seen my butt from the rear as a result of this design flaw. I will admit that sometimes it's intriguing, but other times it's just not what you want to see.
One particular bathroom at this restaurant has a particularly odd arrangement. Instead of the 2 stalls being grouped together, there is a stall on the left, a stall on the right, and a urinal in the middle. I had to pee, so I went and stood at the urinal. Of course, I got to see a perfect reflection of two butts sitting on the toilets on either side of me. The one on the left was sitting on a thick layer of toilet paper, while the one on the right was sitting with his bare butt on the seat. The guy to the right of me stood up while I was at the urinal, and I saw a perfect view of the couple of logs he dropped into the bowl. That wasn't exactly what I was hoping to see right before I chowed down on a hamburger! I didn't shame the guy for pooping, but it was definitely a bit awkward to see him later. There might as well have just been two toilets and a urinal out in the open.
Another odd restroom design was at this fair that I went to a couple years ago. The women's room was fairly standard in setup from what I could tell, however, the event staff propped open all of the restroom doors, I assume due to no air conditioning. That being said, with the entrance doors propped open, you could see a side view of the first stall in the women's room. What makes it really lacking in privacy however, is the fact that the top of the toilet seat was lower than the bottom of the stall panel by a few inches. That means that if a lady were to sit on the toilet in that first stall, any person passing by could get a very clear side view of her butt on the seat. Almost needless to say, I did not notice any women using this stall. You would think someone would correct this extremely obvious flaw!
On the private residential bathroom side, I've also noticed a few different flaws over the years. One major one that I can think of is at a relative's house. There is a hallway that goes next to this bathroom, however the hallway is at a slightly lower elevation than the bathroom, with a few steps to get up to the area with the bathroom. There is a vent that is shared between the bathroom and the hallway. If the vent is open in both the bathroom and the hallway, you get a very clear view of the toilet and whoever is sitting on it. I will admit, when I was in my early teens, I did purposely peek a few times and watched my sister and my aunt pooping. Over the years, I did coincidentally see my grandma, two of my other aunts, and a couple guests peeing. One time, when I was around 16 or 17, I was sitting on the toilet trying to poop, and my sister and a couple of our female cousins were snickering. I knew they were watching me poop through the vent. I didn't say anything and thought that well, if they want to see my naked butt on the toilet while I'm pooping that badly, I guess I'll let them.
The other poorly thought out bathroom that comes to mind was this house that my wife (then girlfriend) and my mom stayed at on a vacation once. Imagine a house that's sort of built into the side of a hill. On the top of that hill is a patio with a hot tub. There is a bathroom on the uphill side of the house towards the hot tub, however it was excavated down into the hill 7 or so feet to match the height of the rest of the main floor of the house. The ceilings were the standard 8 foot tall ceilings, so that meant a foot of the bathroom was sticking up out of the hill. In this foot tall space, the architects decided it was a good idea to put a very long window along the top of the bathroom. Well, if you were sitting in the hot tub at night, and someone turned the light on in the bathroom, you could see a very good view of them sitting on the toilet.
The first time I noticed this, my mom told me she had to go to the bathroom. I told her I'd be up by the hot tub. Well when I walked up by the hot tub, I happened to look towards the house and saw a perfect view of my mom sitting on the toilet. It had been the first time I'd seen her on the toilet that closely since I was a little kid. She had her white pants and underwear at her knees and sat with her legs together and back straight, a very ladylike posture. I watched for a few seconds before I looked away. The next night, I happened to see my wife sitting on the toilet leaning slightly forward with her pajama pants pulled down a bit past her knees. I had seen her on the toilet plenty of times, but it still felt mysterious to view her on the toilet the way I did. I also saw my wife a couple nights later on the toilet while she pooped. I was in the hot tub, looked over, and saw my wife sitting on the toilet completely naked. Her legs were close together and she was sitting more upright, so I knew her well enough to know that this meant she was peeing. After a minute or so, she spread her legs slightly and leaned forward. She was on her phone while she was pushing her poop out. I watched her for about 5 minutes, but then my mom came by the hot tub, so I didn't want to make what I was doing obvious. Later that night, my mom was sitting on the toilet, and my wife walked in and started brushing her teeth at the sink. When my mom finished peeing, she didn't even flush the toilet, and my wife pulled her pajama pants down and sat on the toilet to pee. I thought it was neat that my soon to be wife and mom were comfortable enough to sit on the toilet and be that intimate in front of each other. The final night we were there I will never forget. I was in the hot tub late after I assumed everybody had gone to bed. I saw the light turn on and immediately turned my attention to that window. I saw my mom walk in with nothing on but a shirt and sit down on the toilet. She was completely naked from the waist down. I assumed she would pee and then go back to bed, but after a minute, she remained seated. She sat with her head down a bit for several more minutes until she did something I haven't really witnessed anybody do before. She picked up her left leg and placed her left foot on the front of the toilet seat. This put her into a semi- squatting position. She must have been constipated, because I could see her face get red as she pushed. After a few minutes of that, she returned to a normal position, scooted forward, and wiped while sitting down. I could see the soiled paper as she looked at it before throwing it behind her butt into the toilet. When she got up, I got a clear view of the toilet bowl, including the several smaller pieces she pushed out.Bianca
Mushy Story
As the title says, my poops were mushy today. I changed from my regular bathroom routine at dayhab a few times. Instead of using the middle stall, I used the end handicapped one. It was used for some peeing, and a really soft poop load. I also had 2 rounds of this poop type at home in the morning. They were close together, and slightly urgent. Once, the middle stall toilet was clogged for almost a week. It would clear with a return of being clogged again. It's uncertain how it was fixed, but I think it was plunged really hard. If the maintenance guy snaked something out of there, I'm sure there would have been a client meeting about the matter. I blocked the world out with the computer, but luckily, no one said anything. All for now. Bye.