Stella
Embarrassing farts
I recently posted about my anxiety accidents but forgot to mention the farts that come with it!
Whenever I have a stressful time in my life, my farts turn very stinky and extremely regular. It's like i constantly have a big bubble at my anus wanting to pop out. It's soooo embarrassing. Sometimes when i'm out and about i'll try and hold my fart in, but more often than not it slips out anyway. I think I must have a weak sphincter - that would explain my poo accidents too. Sometimes I go to the bathroom and there's a brown skid in the seat of my undies.
Sometimes my trumps are very audible as well, and everybody can tell i've just let a stinky one rip. If you want to hear more about my farting or poo accidents let me know!Jennifer
Fiber?
Tricky: Wow, 100+ g of fiber, that's crazy. I'm doing 30-40 and had to ramp it up, each time I tried to add some more I got a bit gassy and had loose stool until I got used to it. I don't know anyone who eats more vegatables than me. I usually have very large bowel movements, or at least they seem so to me. It's hard to know, isn't it, as I've obviously never compared to anyone else. I can only imagine how much you "produce". Impressive digestive system! :-)
Catherine
To Macy
Macy,
I would love to hear more about Sabina and your debate with your friends. I'm 6'1 and weigh 199 to be exact. I was the bigger girl in high school but slimmed to the 180's to play volleyball in college. I'm 41 now, but still do two substantial bowel movements daily.
I think size is a factor, but not the only factor. Diet and frequency are also factors. I mean, if I pooped only once daily, but as much as I go in two poops per day, the result would be massive. But this topic is really interesting to me. Welcome to the forum!
Love to all!
Catherine!Sherryl
To Audrey and Marie
Hey Audrey. How has your snow pissing been going?
Have you ever used snow to wipe your pussy after peeing? Take it from me, it's very exhilarating and refreshing and if you weren't awake before that, that'll certainly do the trick. You should really give pooping with your friends a try if you haven't yet. It really does a lot to give you confidence to do naughty poops. The shower, sink, in the parking lot at the grocery store, behind a dumpster, and in the washing machine are my favorite places to do naughty poops.
Hey Marie. When you poop in the sink, do you use the sink faucet to clean your ass? What about the shower makes it feel more naughty for you? I too would also love to hear about your most naughty poo in sensual detail, like Audrey would.
Hope you both are doing well. Wish we could all get together and poop in naughty places together.
Love, Sherryl
Mina Maho Kazuko Hisae
Hisae cried - part 2
(Narrator is Mina, with a lots of help from three beautiful crushes.)
So I tell you the first part of this story. Because it was Sunday, we had breakfast all together in beige flat, then we went to loo all together. We have a lots of time Sunday because we are house arrest because of corona.
So Hisae first as usual. But she stays on loo longer time now, and quite often she does extra motion after sitting longer time, just like you say Anna.
Kazuko squatted next her and hold her hand. Maho and Mina were at door.
Hisae started soon as usual, many plops in short time, and a few more one minute later.
Kazuko put one hand on Hisae's knee and hold Hisae's hand with her (Kazuko's) other hand.
Hisae has small smile on face. (From Hisae: "I am happy you all look at me warm eyes.") But suddenly her face changed, and tears began flow from her beautiful eyes.
"Why you are crying? what is happen?"
Hisae shake her head. And continue cry. (We all thought, it is happy crying. And later, we knew, that was correct.)
Mina took her other hand, and Maho squeezed her other knee.
Suddenly Hisae's beautiful bottom make big beautiful noise. BuuuuBuuuuuuuuu. Then she opened beautiful knees, so Maho and Mina can see turds drop from her beautiful bottom into beautiful hungry loo.
Many many beautiful turds, and they seems they are quite soft, but they are not large. At first about one in one second, but after about ten, about one in four or five seconds. Total is about 20.
Still she is crying, but not noisy. Just many many tears. And she squeeze Mina's hand and Kazuko's hand very strong power.
Finally she say with heavy sniff, "owari" it is mean finish. She moves back on loo for washlet, then all three others dry her with tender touch. While we drying her, she stopped to cry, but sniff lots.
She say in small voice, "I am so happy." And "I love you." So three others say, "I love you."
Kazuko, then Mina, then Maho all sat on loo long time and did motions and then did motions again. We decide that before first flush, we have different partner, Mina beside of Maho, Hisae beside of Mina, Maho beside of Kazuko, but after first flush, Hisae beside of everybody, because she wants to massage, she said. So 3 girls had nice massage from Hisae, and it provoked reaction from bottom, so loo was very full three times for second flush. And we all made noise because when motion came out with Hisae's massage, it was so good feeling! like a euphoria, I think Catherine call it poophoria? It was ecstasy!! Maho and Kazuko and Mina all say same thing. But Hisae's fingers continue to work and work and work until washlet time.
Many hugs everywhere after we wash hands all. Then we say to Hisae, "thank you lovely massage! O-tsukaré!" it is mean, you must be tired.
Hisae said, not tired, and then tears run down her face again. But this time she can talk, and she said, "I am crying because I am so happy."
While Mina making tea, Hisae said, "I am oldest one, but sometimes I want to be baby and be cuddled by crushes."
Maho pulled Hisae to her and smacked her (Maho's) knees, it is mean "sit on my knees Hisae". So Hisae sat, and Maho caressed, and stroked her hair. All time we are drinking tea Hisae is sitting on Maho's knees. Kazuko and Mina look each other and we have also tears. Only Maho have dry eyes!. Hisae looks like cat purring, only no noise. We are so happy! Maho's eyes full of love, and Hisae's too. And Kazuko and Mina have to squeeze hands each other because so strong emotion.
Doing motions together into our lovely loo is cement of our love. Why we always feel stronger love after motion together? After drinking tea, we went to Japanese room of green flat, pull out futon and relax on it together. Futon is all ears, but she hear only four words. they are: "Maholin" "Kazu-chan" "Chae" "Minappé".... But like I said earlier post, we don't kiss. Too much danger.
Then, as you know already, Wednesday was small-size repeat. No futon but lots of hug. Kazuko and Maho also hugged everyone before they go to beige flat to work.
And today is Sunday and we did our motions together, but this time no crying. Only smiles and warm eyes and a huge piles of motions with double flush, and then hugs and delicious tea, Hisae made. And then we cleaned flats. We are back to normal! Chae is everywhere at same time with pogo stick movement.
We hope everyone happy like us!
Online hugs and online kisses to everyone.
Hisae Kazuko Maho Mina
Anatomy student
To Macy: Does size matter?
Absolutely not. My current gf has poops twice my size and she's only 5 feet tall, and my high school gf who was only 5'2" 100lbs took the absolute biggest horse dumps I have ever seen. She would almost always clog the toilet, partly because she was afraid of clogging toilets and would just hold her poop, leading to more clogs, but also because some people just make more poop than other people. I swear I eat all the time and poop like 2-4 times per week depending on the week, and I have never even came close to producing that much poop.
Tricky
Re: Catherine
You and I have the same issue regarding trying to keep a schedule for our bowels, and travel interrupting that schedule.
I've been skinny my entire life, and am currently about 5'10" and 140 lbs. I go through a lot of food, mostly fresh fruits and vegetables as well as mixednuts, typically on the order of 4,000 calories a day with about 100-150g of fiber. I exercise a lot. I also go through a gallon of water a day. This regimen keeps me young and I get mistaken for someone half my age, but the downside is that I poop and pee a lot.
Thus, if I'm away from home more than a few hours, odds are greater than not that I will have to use a public toilet to poop, and I pee somewhere every 1-2 hours also. If I stay on schedule for my craps, I tend to produce a 1 foot long by 2 inch wide log during each session, and it will take about 5-10 minutes for the combined evacuation and cleanup. My BMs tend to smear themselves all over my perineum, almost always requiring 3-4 passes of wiping material. It's good that my butt isn't hairy, or it would be a lot worse. My typical routine is to take a poop of roughly this size 3-4 times per day, usually an hour to two after each meal, and sometimes again late afternoon or late evening if I ate a lot more than usual the day before.
If I'm traveling, skip a meal, get dehydrated, or deviate from my exercise or sleep schedules, my system goes out of whack and I can get constipated. For me, being constipated is not pooping for more than 12 waking hours straight, or skipping about 2 sessions, and the results tend to be massive toilet clogging logs that require horrendous cleanup because they are so wide they smear themselves all over my butt and get stuck when being flushed down. I keep a bent coat hangar next to my home commode because my deposits will often clog if I don't break them up first.
It was precisely because of skipped pooping sessions that I've been in so many embarrassing situations. When the size of the load grows from skipped sessions, so too does the urgency when the time comes. When I go off schedule and the need arises again, I have a precious few minutes to find a commode, and thus can't be picky about where I dump it. Whether I've been forced to use a doorless stall or open toilet in front of others because that is what was available when the turtle's head was trying to touch my underwear, spending 15 minutes on the toilet at work while the cleaning lady is waiting outside for me to finish only to leave a bunch of nasty smears after flushing and/or to clog the industrial strength commode, clogging toilets in other public locations with others in the restroom, or taking loud/gassy dumps with my date in another room 10 feet away or at friends' houses or in a public restroom with friends or coworkers present, among other situations. I've even pooped outside a few times during emergencies so severe that making it to a restroom was not possible.
One particularly embarrassing situation occurred towards the end of a long bike ride back in 2015. I ended up leaving a massive pile outside in a parking lot of a convenience store after their restroom was out of order. It was either there, or in my pants, and I still had to pedal my bike home. I found out after the fact that I was caught on camera. I might do a more detailed story on that some time, but even that didn't make me a totally shameless shitter, although it nudged me towards that position. Being forced to use doorless stalls or open toilets multiple times with an audience already present in the room as I took my seat is what finally made me take that position.Emma two
Desperate girl in the shop
I was in my local shop yesterday afternoon and as I was waiting to pay a young woman who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen walked up to the counter and asked if there was a toilet she could use because she was desperate. The woman behind the counter said they weren't supposed to allow the public to use the toilet in the back room because of security reasons. The girl was hopping around and holding her bottom so it was obvious that she was about to poo herself and the woman serving said the manager was out and she told the girl where the toilet was. The girl thanked her as she ran off to the toilet. I got served and paid for the things I'd bought and left hoping the girl made it in time as she looked really desperate to me.
Tricky
Pooping in front of Police
Brian, I have a similar story to what you experienced.
Back in 2017, I was taking an evening bike ride while I had been bunged up. The previous day's morning, I had eaten about $60 worth of Mexican food at a restaurant, and hadn't pooped in more than a day. During the ride, it decided it wanted out.
I made my way to a dollar store, and they said their restroom wasn't for customers. My cheeks were clenched tight, and pains were shooting up my lower GI tract. Each footstep threatened disaster, but I managed to get back on my bike. The nearest other place I knew of with a restroom accessible to the public was a fast food restaurant about a mile away. So I headed there. I ended up riding through a park to get to the fast food place when I saw my salvation: a restroom building. Upon the sight that the restroom was open, my tired sphincter immediately started to loosen its grip and I needed the toilet. NOW!
So I entered the Mens' side of the facility, with no door, just a wall to block the view from the outside. The building had walls about 7 feet high with square openings about 5 foot on up and no ceiling. There was a single urinal and sit-down toilet, both stainless steel, no partitions or privacy of any kind. The commode had no seat. I ran to the toilet and proceeded to push out a wide, smeary, heavy load. It came out at first with fury, and then widened further and then slowly and painfully. The cool feature about this restroom is the open ceiling. I rather enjoyed the feeling of the sun shining down on my legs, and the fresh air.
I heard the engine of a vehicle pull up and some radio chatter. A car door opened. I heard a woman's voice: "I'll check the Womens' side, you get the Mens'."
As I'm sitting on the commode with my pants at my upper legs, pushing out a solid turd the size of a coffee can, in to my left walks this roided-out Vin Diesel-looking cop. He takes a look at me, laughs, turns around, and walks out. He got a full side view of me sitting on a seatless stainless steel toilet with my butt fully exposed while I had a massive tree stump of crap slowly sliding out of my butt.
"Our suspect isn't in there. Just some kid taking a crap. He's just sitting there in the open."
I heard the female officer laugh. I heard them standing outside talking for the next five minutes while I completed my defecation session. I'm sure they heard my noises because the ceiling was open and I was farting often. The heavy, solid mass kept pouring out and I had no control over my sphincter due to the pressure exerted on it, as it was stretched to its limit, a frothy film saturating my butt as it involuntarily left. I'd have shut the hatch, pinched it off, and kept it quiet if I could have, but it was just too thick and solid to do so and it kept pouring out. I ripped a very loud fart that echoed about the stainless steel toilet bowl and heard both of the cops burst out laughing at the sound. Now I knew for a fact they heard me. I was so embarrassed, but this was not the end of my ordeal. When the end of the excrement train landed with a loud *thud* is when I realized, there was no toilet paper. My butt was an absolute mess.
I asked if they could get me something to use for toilet paper. The male cop said that was not in his job description. The female cop went into the Women's room and found some, and agreed to bring it to me. Just as she was approaching the Mens' room entrance is when the male cop relented and said he'd hand it to me. He walked into the Mens' room and handed me the roll. I thanked him.
I heard both of the cops outside talking about their case while I wiped up, and then the male cop mentioned that they were required to wear badge cameras and that I was caught on camera while using the toilet. I had poop all over my butt and even some on my lower back and upper legs, but the toilet paper did its job as I pulled golfball-sized wads of excrement off of my skin. Unfortunately, while wiping up that mess, some of the poop kept getting on my hand. I'd wipe it off my hand, then wipe my butt with paper again, only for more poop to inadvertently get on my hand. Repeat for the first 5 wipes or so until I got most of the bulk filth off. After about 5 minutes of cleanup, I got as much off as could be reasonably expected from toilet paper alone.
I was extremely embarrassed, but thankful I didn't have to put my pants and underwear back on without being able to wipe as I'd have surely ruined them. I finished up, flushed, and the pile was too big to go down. The poop was stuck at the bottom of the bowl. The industrial commode was of insufficient strength to accept my offering. Water flooded to the top of the bowl and then stopped, and I didn't flush again. I washed my hands at the sink, and there was no soap. I felt filthy, since I only had water to wash my hands off with.
The cops were both outside when I exited. They explained they were looking for a pervert who kept exposing himself to Women in the Womens' restroom. The suspect was an old Mexican man, and being a white guy that looked to be of high school age, I didn't fit the description, but they wanted to know if I had seen him. I hadn't. They noticed my bike, with the female officer commenting "Nice wheels, kiddo." and were asking me questions about its legality before I could leave.
Very embarrassing. I've never been to jail, but now I have an accurate concept of what pooping in jail is like.
I took a good, long shower when I got home.
James
Odd (but gratifying...) experience in all-gender bathroom
I grew up the middle boy of three. Unfortunately I never knew my mom and have no memory of her because she died giving birth to my younger brother. My dad never remarried, and I grew up in an all-male household. Now I'm 25, and had never heard a woman poop...until yesterday.
There's a bookstore in NYC with a two-stall all-gender bathroom in the basement. I am addicted to energy drinks so I had to piss really badly and didn't care that the bathroom was all-gender. At least there were no urinals. However, I felt a little self-conscious since it was storytime for the little kids and I was the only adult male in the store. So I decided to sit on the toilet to piss to "hide" my gender.
Immediately after locking the door and sitting, a mom and son came in to the bathroom. This is what happened next:
Mom: We'll go right back to story time. Mommy's ???? hurts.
Kid: We're going to miss the (something unintelligible)
Mom: Do you have to go first?
Kid: NO! HURRY!
Mom: I'll try, but sometimes you just have to sit there.
I wasn't going to budge at this point. I had always kind of been interested in hearing girls poop, but I didn't want to risk getting arrested by going into a ladies room. However, I had just as much right to be in this bathroom as the mom did. But so I didn't look suspicious, I sat there and pretended to try to poop, even though I didn't need to.
Mom pulled down her skirt and panties (at least that's how it sounded) and settled her butt on the toilet. Immediately, I heard a loud wet fart, and what sounded like enormous amounts of semi-soft poop falling into the toilet. Then she farted again, which sounded a little drier, but like her stomach was still upset.
The kid said "Pu! It stinks!" Mom said "Sorry, mommy has an upset ????. I think it was from dinner last night." I would have agreed with the kid, it certainly did smell.
I didn't want to seem too overt that I was sticking around "just for the show," so I fake-wiped my ass, flushed and headed to the sinks. I could hear some more loud wet farts and poop falling out of the mom's butt with each fart as I was washing up. As I was opening the door, though, I heard this last exchange.
Mom: begins to pull toilet roll holder
Kid: Are you finished, Mommy?
Mom: I think so, for now. But we have to go home. My ???? hurts a lot and I don't want to poop in my skirt later. Mommy has diarrhea, and I think I'm going to need to make another big smelly doody like this one again.
That was all I heard, but that was enough. I wasn't exactly sure what to make of that at first, but I guess when I get married I'll be used to hearing my future wife poop. Quite the way to break in hearing the opposite sex poop. There's a first time for everything in everyone's life I guess.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Sunday morning before church: As I was getting dressed I felt the urge to go to the bathroom so I went to the bathroom in my room and pulled down my panties around my ankles sat down on the toilet and started to pee and open my rectum and felt like two smooth smoke links came out back to back with slight splash and I peed little more and produce five more sense I rarely poop much anymore at school cause of the rules I have change my diet , so I flushed the toilet and I knew that I was messy so I got out my wash cloth lather it up with soap wash my butt afterwards being cleaned. I washed the cloth and pulled my panties back up washed my hands and put rest my clothes on and went to church with MayJ and her family.Emily
Walked In On Taking A Big Dump
Hi everyone I'm new here! I've been reading for a while now and decided that this story was worth sharing with everyone today. I was at the mall with my little cousin Jacob the other day, he's 11 and he had the week off of school so the school could be sanitized, he was visiting with his mom from Connecticut and he really wanted to hang out with me. We got there at about 10 and we walked around for a while until we stopped and got something to eat at the Ruby Tuesday's there. We ate and just talked for about 25 minutes, until I got the urge to poop really badly, and I had realized I hadn't been since Wednesday (it's Sunday). I told Jacob I was gonna go use the bathroom and he said "same here I've gotta poop" and we both laughed. Luckily the bathrooms were single use. Jacob went into the mens room and I went into the woman's and it stunk like poop, I unbuttoned my jeans and let those and my underwear fall all the way down to me shoes and I lifted up the toilet seat to see pee on the seat and a ton of skid marks in the bowl, I unraveled some toilet paper and as I started wiping the seat a girl probably about 10 years old and walked into the sight of my bare ass and my legs and we both were like "oh my god I'm sorry" and she shut the door quickly, I knew I locked the door but the lock wasn't working so I made sure I would poop fast that way nobody else would walk in on me. I sat down and let out a big air sounding fart as this big monstrous turd slithered out of me and made a quiet but audible plunk sound as it dropped into the water and another big turd wasn't so far behind it, as this turd started coming out I heard a quick knock and the door open again this time even further and I saw the girl again with two other kids and the mother opening the door and she yelled at me saying "you seriously don't know how to lock the door and you just let my daughter see your ass in full view do you know how disgusting that is" and she got quiet and just looked at me, and in that moment a turd fell out and splashed loudly against the water and I farted super loudly and she said "oh my god" and shut the door, I was so embarrassed I was red as a tomato and I got a text from Jacob that said, Do you have any toilet paper in there, I'm all out lol. I responded with yeah I'll be right in there lol, and I got up and looked in to see 3 big turds and a couple of pebbles inside the bowl. I wiped a lot and grabbed a much of toilet paper for Jacob and put it in my pocket. I flushed and clogged the toilet, of course I didn't care since the next lady was rude anyways lol. I walked out after washing my hands and they were nowhere to be seen so they must've given up. I knocked on the mens room door and Jacob said "Come on in". I opened the door and saw him sitting there his pants all the way down at shoe level and the bathroom absolutely stunk, I gave him the tp and he said "thank you so much" he got up and started wiping and I saw one big turd so long it coiled around the bowl and another big turd that was sticking out of the water and a mound of mushy poop, before he threw the tp in he said "wow that was huge I'm gonna take a pic" and he whipped out his phone and snapped one and I started dying laughing, he threw the tp in and flushed. That's all I've got today but I'll definitely post some more stuff in the coming days!
Winnie and Dean
Winnie the Pooh
Hey guys just thinking about sharing some thoughts with you all so Dean is going ask me random bathroom questions and I will answer them best way possible some I may have given a answer to before but bare us cause we don't read each other post we make on here unless he wants me to , with that being said let's get started.
D) Give people a brief summary on yourself
W) Ok I identified both races as Chinese and White 5'2 not skinny or fat , I guess you can say that far as shape wise , Brenda Song such a beautiful actress
D) So what places you haven't been to in public but willing to try
W) I hear about airport bathrooms so I want to try and I know that they sit on the toilet while flying airplane and outside in the woods and portable toilet
D) Who are you comfortable going to the bathroom with
W) Both, but the cool thing with her we can share the toilet with each other
D) How do you know when you have to go to the bathroom
W) I feel some tickles in my stomach
D) Are you happy when you have to pee and poop in public
W) Yes very much so cause I don't want to walk around feeling miserable I want that stuff out of me asap lol
D) What you normally do while you peeing and pooping
W) sometimes I play a game on my phone and sometimes I just sit there depending on my mood
D) last question if I took you the airport now would you be happy to use the bathroom
W) No silly cause I don't have to go and two why drive all the way to just use the bathroom lol thanks for the thoughts but don't try to hard lol
D) ouch
W) have a great day people and he be okay
Also Mina do kisses anyway you can't get sick by that especially if you living together and Haliey Pastor daughter welcome to the site , Tricky cool stories, and Brain sorry for the uncomfortable poo cause of the cops and Sofie awesome story I like making friends from being former enemies very inspiring. Hope you are okay John D
Tricky
Re: BrentC on laxatives
Re: BrentC on laxatives
You mentioned walking across campus in college and at baseball practice as a teenager after taking a laxative, and those times being embarrassing. Do you have any stories to tell regarding the circumstances, the type of restrooms used, and what events transpired?
I don't take laxatives, but because I poop a lot and often, I have many experiences that may be relatable. I used to get very embarrassed pooping in public restrooms with people nearby even with the coverage of a stall with a door and the absence of diarrhea explosions echoing about the restroom from the toilet bowl I was seated upon, and I can only imagine how bad a bout of laxative-induced explosive diarrhea would have been for me, especially since many of the toilets in the middle school and one of the high schools I went to had doorless stalls in front of mirrors as the most "private" option, and some of the boys' bathrooms were furnished with fully open toilets. I rarely saw anyone use them, and when I did, they were targets of harassment while in a very vulnerable position. I've been the target of bullies while trying to poop at school before my middle school years, and my grade schools had normal doored stalls. So back then, since pooping at school was best advised to be avoided, I'd have NEVER taken a laxative under circumstances of that sort even if I needed one due to not pooping in days. I was a shy pooper as a kid and teenager, even though I did begrudgingly use doored stalls in public without holding it even if the need was relatively minor(and even if the doored stalls were half stalls), anything less private than that would cause me to hold it, even if the room was empty, simply due to the fear of someone walking in and seeing my butt planted on the toilet while holding my private down.
There were a number of times I had diarrhea as a child or teen that ended up being highly embarrassing and from which I may be able to relate to your experiences, even if I didn't have the aid of laxatives. One time when I was 17, it was the day after Easter. I had gorged myself. I was a guest at a high school as a teachers' assistant for a scholarship I was earning. While I was using one of only two dooreds stalls present in all the schools' boys' rooms(both in that one room), I got walked in on by 4 disapproving middle-aged female teachers for not using the "correct" boys' restrooms for the older students, all of which had doorless stalls or stall-less commodes. The restroom I used during this event was a Boys' room reserved for the Pre-K kids of both sexes undergoing an early learning program at that high school, and I went there because I badly had to poop and didn't want to take a large, obnoxious, highly-gaseous poop in a doorless stall in a restroom at an unfamiliar school during the waning minutes of lunch time just as the restrooms were getting crowded. In hindsight, that might have been the better option instead of having some middle aged women nag me with a gaggle of small kids waiting for me to finish while I'm loudly blatting away behind the security of one of only two doored stalls in any Boys' room at that school. Although it's hard to predict how the high school students at that school would have reacted to me taking a dump in view of them, there is a small chance they might have left me alone. Unlike those 4 teachers who I had to explain myself to and see again multiple times for the rest of the school year, teachers who I was assisting, had I used the restrooms I was told to, whichever high school students who would have saw me sitting on the toilet likely would never have seen me again.Braidy
On Being A Larger Woman
I've posted occasionally over the years. I'm 6'8", a graduate student, and college basketball and volleyball coach. My of the young women I coach are on the larger side too. We travel in a van most every weekend to games or matches, and sometimes fund-raising exhibitions. Some of our trips are 4 to 6 hours and we are all very dependent on public toilets.
Since we travel together and frequently, my players, all of whom are of good size and weight, do stand out when using public bathrooms. I guess it is because of more illegal activity, many of the bathrooms we stop and use have stall doors that have been removed or the doors and privacy panels are much smaller than what's necessary to give effective privacy to my girls and myself. The half panels we find at many Interstate rest stops when I'm seated will only cover to the mid-chest level. Most everybody coming into the bathroom takes a second or third look as I sit usually without much expression on the toilet. I often take the middle stall because that's the one most of my players will reject.
A few years ago I had just been seated on such a toilet when this little girl about 7 came running in ahead of her mother. She tugged at her mom's jeans and asked her if I was peeing or pooing. I could tell the mom was embarrassed and she yanked at the girl to straighten up. Just as I would do to communicate with an official, I held up two fingers. The mom apologized twice as the mom waited for the girl to get on the toilet to my right. Before the girl got up on the toilet, I could hear the mom whispering to her to do a better wiping job. I could see under the panel that the girl's white underwear did have stains and I knew the girl was going to be in trouble with the mom because I could see messed underwear between her legs. I did a partial wee while I was waiting for my main event to come. I heard the girl call her mom off a toilet on my left. The mom told her to mind her own business and do a 5-wipe routine if she didn't want some privileges taken away. I found it exceptionally amusing as I sat there because I had rejected that toilet due to their being no toilet paper on the roll.
I could see a lot of activity on that toilet as the girl was quite energetic and swinging her legs. Once or twice she fell off forward and with I believe her hands as a booster, she got back on. There was about a 15 second drain into the water, then a couple of splashes. "Mom, I'm emptying me," she said. I could hear and partially see the mom take the seat 2 doors down and then a much longer and more sustained pee noise began. The girl asked the mom if she was weeing and the mom said "Affirmative." The girl seemed confused and the mom followed up with "Yes, Honey."
At one field house where we played an exhibition game for a charity, the limited facilities forced half our our players to suit up first while the other half of us remained on the other side of a half-size wall to use a toilet. I was in the middle stall pushing out the large crap that I had been holding for about an hour because a couple of the rest areas we would have used had been closed for renovations. A couple of my seniors were on each side of me seated on the toilet. With very little privacy for the user, each of the partial cubicles was an invitation for trouble. There were no latches on any of the doors. Each door had a large metal handle on the outside and a user would pull it open from the outside like the main exterior door going into a store. The toilets, low as they were from the floor, each had a floor drain in front of them. I guess that the very old-style toilets were known to overflow. Sheri, my shortest team member at about 5'7" had her door yanked open by a local fan. They exchanged angry words and a couple of obscenities. I jumped up off the stool at mid-crap and was partially out there to break it up with a trail of soft crap on the floor and in my slacks but luckily a couple of other players had broken it up. Since I could see the whole thing transpire as I sat it was obvious the fan was aggressive in going out of her way to provoke the encounter.
In another city I was sitting peeing away in our locker room while my assistant coach had the team warming up out on the court. A college newspaper writer walked into the room and before introducing herself, said "Hi Coach Brady." It was obvious I was on a toilet with the usual lack of toilet privacy. She sat jeans-up on the toilet next to me and we did about a five-minute interview before I had to cut her off and join my team.
Matthew:
Guys going in from the front and wiping between their legs is also an interest to me. My boyfriend did it and I caught him one morning doing it when we shared the bathroom in our apartment. I got on him about why his briefs were frequently soiled. He took my advice on the topic.
Macy:
My poops are large, but they are softer so as not to plug up a toilet. A few years ago one of my girls was playfully called Plugger by her teammates because a plunger job was often needed for her in her dorm and at the arenas we played at. She took a laxative in her last season which did help some.
Female with hard wide stools
My big Hard bowel movement..
I usually have a hard time straining out my turds.
They are usually really big and wide.
I measured my last turd and it was 2.4 inches wide. I could hardly get it out. Due to Holiday eating chocolate candy and sweets.
I sat on the toilet straining ...I felt it getting down there at my butt hole stretching it. It was really wider than anything I have done in the past. So I took a deep breath and strained hurt me quite a bit.
But it took me 20 minutes to get it out.
Mrs Bigand hard
LC
Replies
@ LEA - Glad that you enjoyed my story about the woman from the library. Yes, normally I would have no issue using a clogged toilet if I really needed to go. However, I just thought given the circumstances that this small town, historic library didn't need to go through bathroom Armageddon. Lol. I did have a similar incident happen to me more recently that I may share in the future. Curious to read more posts from you as well.
@ Catherine - Several great stories from you recently, you have a knack for storytelling. The wedding incident was particularly good and us parents can all relate to the incident with your son after the Thanksgiving feast. I also remember back when I was a kid that one of my sisters always seemed to keep an account of the bathroom habits of the adults, lead to some embarrassing incidents for all.
@ Tricky - Many great stories from you also and I relate to the predicaments you find yourself in from time to time. I also seem to have the blessing / curse of large movements, which I've written about in some of my posts in the past. To your question about the largest ever, there isn't one incident that sticks out, but anything that throws me off my regular routine can lead to results that are significant even for me. Happy to share more than what I've previously written if you want.
@ Macy - Great question about size of the person correlating to size of the movement. There are a series of factors as best I understand it. First, there is a genetic component, which probably isn't much of a surprise. I think certain people may have more voluminous bowels or have a wider exit or even a different metabolism, which can lead to bigger offerings. From that standpoint, I don't see it as any different than a shorter person with big feet or a taller person with small ears or narrow shoulders. However, larger people tend to be larger in proportion, ergo they might have the capacity from a genetic stand point to make bigger movements. The other factors include type of diet, amount of food, regularity of movements, and lifestyle / exercise. To stay with the example, a larger person who eats a modest amount, doesn't exercise much, and has a low fiber diet may produce less than the smaller person who eats like a horse, exercises a lot, and has much more dietary fiber on a regular basis. The other thing to keep in mind is that people go in different shapes and sizes. A person who makes hard, thicker offerings that have difficulty flushing may make less than the person who struggles with loose stools, but the results are easily disposed of by the toilet. Just my two cents.
Additionally, I am curious to hear more stories about your friend with the amazing talent and some more specifics that you know about her. As an aside, I also played high level athletics through my mid-20s (high school, college, post-college) and still do higher level amateur distance sports now. I can tell you that people regardless of sex or gender tend to go quite a lot pre-game / pre-race / pre-event. It seems to be a response to stress or anticipation that those events cause. I have had some women as a part of our training groups and a few would share about that exact thing. I also know that one of the worst smelling places was the guys' pre-game locker room before a big game. It seemed like everyone had a clean out and many would get the runs and go multiple times. So maybe your friend's larger movements were induced by competition?
@ Anna in Austria - Some great stories lately as well, thanks for sharing. It sounds like one of those coffee drinks you had was the same as the "red-eye" that the woman from the library in my story had to drink. I guess the effects can be profound!
@ Sofie - Yes, everyone with struggles or struggled with skidmarks from time to time, regardless of age or any other consideration. I sympathize and empathize with your position. I know that baby wipes can be useful to help get clean or changing your position on the toilet can make for a more full release and alleviate "the bullet in the chamber" (great expression by the way). I am sure you know this already, but humans are meant to poop in a full squat, so sitting in a toilet is like a half-way job, which not surprisingly leads to a job half done. You might try (and again apologies if you already tried this), lift one leg up or alternate legs as you sit or you can try squatting over the bowl, as I know people do that as well. Also, you are a saint for the way you dealt with your bully, it sucks to hear that you had to endure that but hopefully, the worst of it is over now.
@ Midwesterner - Great set of stories as well, always enjoy your candor, and hearing about the open relationships you cultivated (no pun intended).
@ Sherryl - That sounds like a wild scene with your friends post-Christmas. What prompted that group activity?
@ Mina Hisae Maho Kazuko - Great set of stories as well and love the creativity with the Beige Loo!
LCJohn H
Quick thank you post.
Hi all,
Just a very short post to say thanks to the two posters who took the time to respond to the survey I done in my last post.
It was interesting to read the reply's and how different settings can alter someone's view on holding a poop for some amount of time.
I was going to draft a similar survey relating to pee but I won't given the small number of replies on the poop survey.
No major toilet stories to report so that's all for now.
Take care all
John H.