Midwesterner
Christmas Outing Dumps
Around Christmas, I went with my wife Anna and my sister to visit some relatives in another part of our state. We met at this somewhat famous restaurant that is known to serve large quantities of chicken. Well we definitely did get our large quantities of chicken (they were serving as much as you wanted for a flat fee for the whole table), which led to a lot of people, including Anna, my sister, and I, needing to poop.
When we finished dinner, some of our relatives needed to use the restroom before they went home. I remember when we walked over by the restrooms by the main dining area, you could literally smell the poop in the hallway from both the men's and women's sides. I can only imagine what it was like inside. My sister used this bathroom but didn't comment on it at all. She's not nearly as open as Anna and I are.
After the other relatives left, the three of us went to this Christmas themed gift shop in the lower level of the restaurant. I needed to pee at this point, so I told the girls I was going to be right back and found the men's room. As I walked in, another guy was finishing up at the urinal. There were 3 urinals and 3 stalls, so I went to the urinal on the far side, leaving a gap between us. He left as soon as I started peeing. When I finished, I flushed, and when I turned around, I noticed how disgusting these toilets were. It was obvious that people were having a lot of loose poop and diarrhea. 2 of the toilet seats were at least fairly clean, but there was poop residue all the way up on the rim of those toilets. The 3rd stall was absolutely disgusting with diarrhea splattered on the seat. I have no idea why somebody would do that! People need to realize that other people will need to sit on that toilet seat, even if they themselves don't want to! It was pretty obvious that this establishment didn't take restroom cleanliness very seriously. Luckily, the next restroom I visited was quite the opposite.
We walked around the historic town looking at all of the neat Christmas displays, and then we decided to look at this hotel that had a small shopping mall in the lower level. The big meal I ate earlier was definitely starting to work its way through me, and I knew that I would need to poop before the several hour drive back home. I was just sort of along for the trip while the girls looked at all the stores (typical, I know). After a while, my need to poop felt more urgent. I remember noticing what looked like fairly large and clean public restrooms when we walked in. I told Anna and my sister that I was going to use the bathroom, and that I'd find them when I finished. I walked in the men's side, which didn't have a door but rather an "L" shaped wall that you walked around. I immediately could tell that this was a very modern and clean facility that I looked forward to using. I walked through the area with sinks, to the toilet/ urinal area. On the right wall was a big lineup of urinals, which were spread further apart than what's typical, and on the left wall were 6 stalls. I noticed that this bathroom used very high quality materials (such as the tile on the floor, the stone counters by the sinks, and the light fixtures).
4 of the 6 stalls appeared to be occupied, so I walked towards the end and took one of the remaining stalls. When I walked in, I was delighted to see a clean toilet with one of those comfortable contoured seats that hugs your butt. I locked the stall door, hung my jacket up, turned around, and sat my bare butt on that comfy seat, dropping my pants and underwear to my calves. I noticed that the toilet paper dispenser appeared to be empty, but was relieved to see that there was a roll that had not been used yet. I scooted back on the seat and aimed my penis into the bowl for a pee. Afterwards, I settled into the seat's curves for a relaxing poop. The toilet seemed slightly lower than I expected, but it actually helped in pushing my poop out. I let out some farts that I was sure the neighbors on either side of me heard, but I wasn't too embarrassed being that they were also pooping. It also is worth noting that for some reason, despite 5 people pooping next to each other, the smell was non-existent, and the noise was minimal. I started pushing and felt a nice piece working its way out. It landed with a quiet plop, which was quickly followed by a plop from my neighbor to the left. I appreciated what seemed like more width room in the stall compared to normal. I also noticed the gaps on either side of the door were smaller than normal. I thought I saw someone trying to look in on me, but in reality I think he was just waiting for one of the urinals, because I saw his back turned to me.
I kept sitting for a few more minutes, and I got a text from Anna that read, "I hope you're enjoying your (poop emoji). I think I have to do the same now, and your sister might too, so we will meet you when we're done." I texted back "Ok, these bathrooms seem really nice and are clean, have a nice buddy dump!" She just sent me a laughing emoji with an "Ok!" My sister does not even remotely share the same openness that Anna and I have with bathroom habits, so my guess was that Anna just assumed that my sister needed to poop too. After a bit, I felt like I was finished, so I scooted forward, tore off some toilet paper, and wiped. For some reason or another, it took a lot more paper to wipe than I thought it would. I exited the stall, went to the sink area to wash/ dry my hands, and left. It was definitely an overall nice public pooping experience for me.
I waited in this area sort of by the entrance to the restrooms, and after a few minutes my sister came out. She told me that Anna was still in there. A couple minutes later, Anna emerged from the women's room, and she told me "you were right, those bathrooms are super nice!" My sister didn't seem to comment one way or the other. My sister actually had to fly back home after this outing, so we dropped her off on our way back home. After we dropped her off and got back home, Anna told me that my sister really had to poop, but was super embarrassed to do it. I guess Anna broke the ice by flat out telling her that she needed to poop, and then my sister admitted that she did too. Once they got in the bathroom, they took stalls next to each other, and once Anna started going, my sister let out a couple pieces very quickly and left. I'm glad Anna helped my sister feel more confident in her public pooping abilities, but like a lot of females, she still seemed really embarrassed. But it was a nice pooping experience for Anna and I nonetheless! Once we got home, we both pooped again before going to bed. Anna told me her part of the story while she was on the toilet herself, which I thought was funny.Imogen
cold outdoor wee
Hi everyone, just a quick story today. I met up with a friend of mine and we went for a walk in the local park. We'd got a coffee and were catching up, I realised I hadn't been for a wee for a while but was really engrossed in chatting to her. After about half an hour I was starting to get quite desperate, but by this point we were a long way past the edge of the park in surrounding woods. Luckily there was a bush so I said I needed to go for a wee and nipped behind it. I had jeans on and a belt, as soon as I pulled them and my knickers down I felt so cold! I squatted and had a long hissing wee into the leaves, it was really cold throughout but better than an accident! I pulled my knickers back up and they were a bit damp as I couldn't wipe with anything.
I hope everyone is ok, hi to Abbie and everyone else
Imogen.
Tricky
Re: BrentC
I read your story from page 90. It exemplifies why I avoid laxatives. I've managed to go decades without crapping my pants, in spite of a large number of close calls. Pooping my pants outside in public would be extremely embarrassing, and I say this as someone who is shameless enough today to use a doorless stall or open commode with other people in the room without embarrassment. I've never tried a suppository either, but if the need to loosen things up ever arose, I think that would be my first choice.
I eat so much fiber that if I don't poop for more than 12 hours, things can get large, hard, and impacted. I also drink a gallon of water a day. I think a laxative would be disastrous for me. I probably wouldn't be able to leave a toilet for many hours if I took one, once it worked.
What were some of your most embarrassing uses of a public toilet back in school or college?Thunder
Public Toilets
The best public toilet story I have was just a few weeks ago I was in the Snowy Mountains and as it is summer no snow but the place was like a ghost town. The village I stayed at was almost deserted and had one only bar open with about six people in it at best. The bar attendant was quite chatty...she was probably bored due to lack of custom. Anyway it was getting close to closing time and I needed a BM so I went into the mens' toilet. She did see me go in and as I was dropping loads she comes in the clean up the waste bin and says sorry and I said no problems...go right ahead. It did not bother me one bit...also the toilets were very small so she would have got a good smell of what I was doing. I really wonder why she could not have waited till I exited, but having said that I could not care less.
Now for my usual public toilets which I use almost daily and sometimes twice a day....they have been very quiet of late, certainly with Covid at the moment a lot of people are not venturing out. More often than not there are no attendees at all! About a week ago two youngish sounding ladies took the cubicle either side of me for a big wee as I was grunting and plopping...I did not stop because they were there.
One issue I do have is that people need to stop vandalising toilets by flushing down unflushables etc.because they are then closed and users like myself have to go elsewhere.
One thing I have notices is that the occasional man that comes for a poo does not seem nearly as constipated as they were a few months ago...go figure!
If I cast back my public toilet useage a few decades ago the men where I went seemed to have loose bowels in the main....that was a different time and a different place...hopefully more news next time.
Sherryl
To Audrey
Yes of course.
So for the shower I usually wait until I take a shower to do this one as it makes for easier clean up, especially if it happens to be diarrhea. I will just squat right down, poop, use the shower head attachment with is handheld and I will use that to clean my ass. I will then either use the shower head to wash the runny poop down the drain or I will get a plastic bag and pick up the solid poop and put it in the toilet and then flush and clean up the remainder with the showerhead.
As for the washing machine, I just sit up on it and use it a a giant toilet basically. I then run the machine on the highest heat and soil level and longest that I can, and I will usually just get down from the machine and waddle over to the toilet and sit down on it and wipe.
For the sink, it's basically just the smaller version of the washing machine in the sense of using it like a toilet. Once I'm done I'll either wash it down the drain(depending on what type of poo it is) or use the shower technique and pick it up with a plastic bag and drop it in the toilet. I'll then get back up on the sink, turn the faucet on or keep it running and use that to clean my ass and pussy. I then clean up the sink with disinfectant soap and very hot water.
Hope you enjoyed this
Love, SherrylDr toot
To Stella
Hello Stella. The thing with farts when you're stressed happens to me as well! It's strange, because it's common that some particular food makes people gassy and their farts get smelly. But in my case when I'm stressed, my farts keeps materializing from nowhere! Even if I didn't eat anything that could make me gassy, it happens anyway!
And these stressful farts always smell the worst for some reason! Like extremely toxic ones :D Are yours this stinky then as well?
Anyway I'd love to read more of your stories involving fart accidents ;)
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Just going to be really quick story during lunch:
So I'm sitting in the middle between Dean and MayJ and as I'm talking with both of them I noticed MayJ grabbed her stomach I asked her if she was okay, she not really feeling like something feeling like she going to be sick, and I said to Dean, I'm going to the bathroom with MayJ and kiss him on the lips few times and I asked him to finish my lunch, and he said okay, so MayJ get up and sweaty and all I take her by the hand and let her lean on me so in the hall teacher asks where we going I said bathroom and how many sheets I said 15 , so I folded them up best way possible and we get inside the bathroom was almost full and she whispered the end, so I help her to the end stall. Seeing lots of panties today of all kinds, so I asked her what she wants me to do she asked me to stay with her and help her out. So I looked up to her wipe the sweat off her forehead and lower her mask and unbuttoned her pants and pull them down for her ankles and seeing her high cut thong , I asked her if she wanted me to get paper towels for her while she pulled down her panties to her ankles and sat down on the toilet, she said sure but hurry back when I got to the sinks, I heard splash's , I seen one my former friend I don't hang with anymore because of certain stuff went down cause I hang out with MayJ again but that's another time, so I grabbed her some paper towels and head back to the stall and open it and I see that she clenching and I go to my knees and wipe the sweat off her face and she weak smile and leans forward and kiss my forehead and I take down my mask and smile at her and shortly afterwards she let loose water diarrhea came out, did it stunk . So after 4 waves she was finished and I helped wiped her front while she wiped the back. And I helped get her pants back up and I left the stall and washed my hands and waited for her to come out but she didn't right away so I came back to the stall and helped her to the sinks. So just now getting to class drop her off at the nurse office .
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
After school poop: I knew that I had to poop few minutes before class ended but I didn't want to leave class and the bell rang and go back to class to sign the book and knowing that will be a waste of time, so the teacher I guess saw my uncomfortable situation and held me back after class let out, so as others were leaving, and she asked if I was okay I said not really I just was distracted by my stomach having to go, she said that she understand but she had to go herself, so I can use the staff bathroom with her, so I walked in the bathroom with her she asked what stall I preferred I said end one and she chose the middle one. So I lock the stall door and undo my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and lower them down to my knees and pull down my panties same level and i hear toilet paper being placed on the seat, I guess teachers don't trust teachers, so I guess if they don't trust one another, I pulled off some toilet paper and lined the seat best way possible and I sat down, felt funny though and I sat all the way back on the toilet and I began to fart and pee and I heard lots of wet farts from teacher and rapid poop pouring out of her , she one of the cool teachers in the school, fresh out of school who takes time out and listen to us. So I began to drop my poop few at a time I hear her flush and pooping some more and I dropped few more and I flush the toilet and, grabbed some toilet paper and began to wipe after 8 wipes I was clean and my teacher was still going, I asked her if she was okay, she said yes just 2 hours build up, So I get off the toilet and put the toilet paper in the toilet and pulled up my panties and pants and buckle them back,I told her have a good night, went to wash my hands I see her grabbing her stomach and dropped few more and sit way back on toilet with her hands grabbing the seat and I washed my hands and left out. It was nice experience. Has anyone else pooped with one their teacher before? It was pretty cool, So I called Dean and told him that I was going meet up with him in 20 minutes and I went back class , and my teacher returned to get her stuff I thought it was only right to wait for her and I thanked her and she apologized for all the noises, I said no problem but she felt and looked relieved. I left out after the chat and met up with Dean after I got my stuff from the locker and he asked was I okay, I smiled and said yes I'm great and he held my hand till we got to the car.Anna from Austria
@Mina Thanks for your latest stories. I really liked them.
@my fellow ladies Did it ever happened to you that you thought you looked your public toilet stall but you did not and didn't notice it befor you were done and about to leave?
It never happnend to me until earlier this week. I forget the look stall in the past already and even had some cases of other people were walking in. But in that cases I just forget. But that time I was firmely convinced that I looked it but I actually did not.
Luckily it was at remote restroom after work and I was alone. If I had chosen my standard rest room somebody could have walked in for sure. Which would have been mega ambarrasing because it had a bad case of diarrhea that day.
greetings from Austria
Anna
To Tricky
It sounds like you have a lot of close calls, have you ever not made it on time and pooed yourself?K Y B O
Trust in the lord to keep thy Bowels Open
Ronette
Transfer Stop Relief
I don't know what it is about my system but I find I'm probably having 80% of my craps at one of the two transfer stops I have to go through to get home from school.
Yesterday I stopped in the Student Union toilets before leaving campus. I had a 10 minute sit, but for some reason, I couldn't get my crap to make its final exit. It had been knocking bad during my Philosophy class, but the class is small and our professor usually makes a sly comment if someone gets up to leave. I just don't like being the victim of his sarcasm which really stands out in a class of 11. So 90 minutes later the urge/opportunity had passed me by.
I wonder if it is the speed, braking and jerking of the trains, but a the end of my 35 minute ride to my first transfer stop the opportunity in my gut was making itself known. I got off my train, and walked to the upstairs platform and headed to the two-toilet ladies room I have become very accustomed to using. It is gross, but it beats the alternative. Two higher toilets coming out of the floor. No privacy barrier between them and of course, no privacy door. Both toilets were pretty dirty as usual, but I've gotten good at doing someone else's flushing job while I pull my tight-fitting jeans down and drop to my seat. The seat was cold, but it was about 10 above outside.
It was cold enough that I could see my breath as I was continuously pushing out my slow, lengthy fat log of waste. I was transferring my weight to my knees and legs as I pushed the head out and wanted to prevent any of it getting stuck or breaking off because it was really cold sitting there. Just then this girl about 12 walked around the corner with a Catholic school coat on. She stopped in her tracks and I could see she was probably embarrassed by embarrassing me. I motioned to the other toilet and told her she might as well make us of it. She said once after using such a cold seat she had gotten some kind of pimples on her skin. She would wait for my warmer seat.
I spread my legs, looked between them and found that I had pretty much filled the bowl. Her name was Coletta, a name I had never heard before. Our conversation as I was cleaning myself made the process seem to go faster. Before I knew it I was at the sink washing my hands and Coletta had just taken her nice warm seat. It was a fierce stream hitting the water under her and it didn't seem to be letting up. Since we had been bonding well I asked her if she had always been such a human fire hydrant. She laughed and said she was trying to prevent getting at third Jug (Justice Under God detention) at school. She was already scheduled for two Saturday mornings so she was getting more adept at holding her pee in. I told her by the time she got to college things would get a little better, but thinking ahead and planning for your bodily needs would never be fully done.
Then I looked forward to getting a nice warm pee in on my own toilet when I got home. And the trains cooperated on that part of it.
Saturday, January 29, 2022
A really, really, really hard, hard poop
This morning, before work, I went to the bathroom for my daily poop as I normally do. There was Lots of farting & I tried for almost 35 minutes to poo but just couldn't. I tried pushing multiple times but nothing would come out. Finally, I gave up & went to work. I stopped for a large Dunkin on the way hoping that would get things going..around noon I started feeling like I had to go so I made my way to our bathroom at work. The urge was strong but once again I couldn't push much of anything out. I managed to get out 2 small hard balls of poop after almost 10 minutes. I knew I has to do more & tried pushing some more. I pushed out a small piece of hard poop after pushing for another 5 minutes. My stomach was still hurting & I tried to get more poop out but I just couldn't get any more out. I was still determined to get the other piece of hard poop out when another coworker came in & was also having a really hard time trying to get his poop to come out too. Both of us continued are attempt to poop audibly grunting & deep breathing. Both of us remained unsuccessful though. Finally both of us gave up & continued to exit our respective stalls. We both shook oye heads with a look of defeat & both of our stomachs still hurting. An hour later, I felt another urge & rushed to the bathroom this time before the urge passed. I once again sat down & felt my poop trying to break free. I gave a few pushes & saw my poop start to slowly emerge. By this time I was aggravated & pushed harder. It continued to emerge but slowly. Still several more minutes of pushing required. Finally, after trying multiple times since 7:30, I finally pushed out 2 large pieces of poop around 1:30. I felt soo much better. It was terrible.
Amy
Last week I was constipated for 3-4 days and bloated and gassy.
I was at work and farted and pooped instead. I instantly clenched my butt cheeks
When I felted poop fill my butt crack. I pulled my pants down as I sat down on the toilet.
Poop landed on my pants and on the toilet seat. I filled the bowl with a horrible smelling liquid poop.Kaycha
So recently I ran out of pullups before my next order arrived. I determined to be extra careful and go potty when I need to not waiting til later. I was sure I could make it thru 3 days without a mishap. Luck was not really on my sode. I really did do my best. Day before yesterday I stayed dry except for a bit of dribbling. Yesterday I actually peed in the snow. I went sledding with my boyfriend. I was habing such a good time that it was too late when I realized I needed to pee-pee. I wet the crotch of my panties without warning and then came the desperate urge. We were too far away to get to a bathroom. I was virtually dancing as I kept dribbling in my panties. Then I couldn't hold it and I was peeing my pants. The snow between my legs turned yellow as it poured out of me and ran down my legs. My snow pants were soaked and I had peed in my boots. I cried a little. If only I had had a pullup. My boyfriend said he thought it was kinda hot. When we got home, he asked if he could change my pants. I felt so discouraged ans upset with myself. I let him and fell asleep not long thereafter. Luckily he woke me up to go potty after an hour and a half so I didn't have an accident. That was nice. Today I stayed dry except for once. I waited just a little late and suddenly started going as I hurried from the garage to the main door. I froze and squatted as urine started running in my pants, making a puddle between my legs. At that moment the door opened and my boyfriend stood there watching my urine stream start to taper off leaving me in quite a puddle. He asked again if he could change me. This time he put his fingers inside until I had a you know what. I guess you could say I did ok but I'll still be glad for my pullups to arrive tomorrow.
Hannah
Response to Tyler C
Tyler C, I enjoyed your response to my last post and I have a question for you. I know you've mentioned that you pee in your pants in public for the convenience, but do you ever poop in your pants in public too? Personally, I don't really enjoy pooping in my pants, but I have done it a few times on accident. I'll tell you about one of those accidents now.
As I've mentioned in my last post, this past semester I had two classes back to back early in the morning and didn't have time to use the bathroom between them. One day, I was sitting in my second class when I felt the need to poop. As class went on, the need grew more urgent. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I got a bad cramp that forced me to involuntarily lift my butt up off of the seat and the huge turd slipped right out into my panties. It was solid, but it was also very wet and messy and burned a little when it was coming out. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. I knew that I couldn't hover over my seat for the rest of class so I slowly lowered myself back down, feeling the mess spread all over my butt. Then the rotten egg smell hit me and I prayed that nobody else could smell it. I was hopeful since I was sitting in the back of the room and the closest person was maybe ten feet away.
When class ended I waited for everybody else to leave the room before I got up and left. I walked as normally as possible to the bathroom at the far end of the building where it was more quiet so I could clean up in peace. When I pulled down my pants, my butt was covered in mushy poop and my panties were filled and completely stained brown. After spending about 30 minutes cleaning myself and my panties as best as I could (which wasn't great), I left to take a shower. Knowing that the communal bathroom in my dorm building would be busy this time of day, I opted to shower at the campus rec center that was usually empty at this time. There, I showered, changed and threw away my panties and then went about the rest of my day.
There were a few other instances when I pooped my pants on accident in college, but that one is the first to come to mind. So Tyler C, my question to you is do you ever poop your pants on purpose like you pee your pants? Thanks!Queue
Shout-out to Tricky
Tricky--I'm really enjoying your posts here. The level of detail you include makes the scenes easy to imagine. Please keep them coming.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
I remember being in the hospital last year it was such a challenge especially when they try getting me to eat and poop , most of appetite was no fun at all, cause of that I was tested twice before I was allowed my mom there but came back negative and they asked if I was expecting I said no I'm still haven't had that, but when I did finally started to eat and the next few days I did felt the urge to poop again, but it puzzling to me has any one else experience that no urgent to use the bathroom when you haven't eaten in awhile, but I did have a virtual visit with my doctor yesterday she did say that I'm a frequent toilet user that it is possible that what I eat for the day comes out all in 24hrs sense I burn calories fast and carbohydrates. So hope everyone is doing well, no crocs and socks this week but socks and boots lol
STEPHEN
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
A few weeks ago I purchased a carrier for Thetford 245 porrta pottie
this morning used it to carry pottie from bedroom to outside to empty
and wash.I placed the pottie in the carrier and put in campervan then
drove four miles to the laundry.
I put washing into machine returned to campervan.climbed in shut door
dropped my jogging bottoms and pants and sat on pottie.five minuites
later started to wee followed by a poop,which I enjoyed.when done wiped
with Elsan Blue Roll three sheets folded obliqe another three sheets
folded obliqe folled by another two.
When I pulled the slide and rinsed no skid marks were present which I
noticed is often the case . the bowi is a different shape and made from
a different material
Bianca
Flatulence
Hi guys. Some of the grossest farts on the web I heard lately were so nasty, that it had the sound of poop in the recording! Someone recorded themselves having diarrhea in the toilet, while other fart noises were generated by a machine. The coolest thing was that on one video, the guy reviewing the fart audio put the sound on his keyboard to create a song. Just imagine how gross that would sound if he put the diarrhea noises in the track, too. Interestingly, I think I've read that some people compare the smell of a newly opened potato chip bag to a fart odor. To me, it just smells like fried chips. My exercize putty has an odor I can only describe as a combination of oil mixed with a slight plastic scent. Speaking again of scents, I can bet that the person who recorded themselves having diarrhea really stunk up the loo. Not only was it gassy, but very chunky as well. On another recording, it sounded like somebody blasted a long dry fart in a toilet bowl. Nothing much happened today concerning my bathroom needs, but I did hear some tiny plops from my friend Regina when I heard her pooping in the end stall at dayhab. All for today, bye.Tricky
Re: LC
Yes, please keep sharing stories.Audrey
Sherryl: ???? yes I have! It does kind of hurt sometimes, though, and I don't want to cause any skin damage. Can you tell about the shower, sink and washing machine?
Just Jerika
Is peeing harder than crapping in public toilets?
Back a few years ago when we were in high school Gopi, my best friend, and I had some spirited debates about several topics that came up in our lives. We were both honor students and we liked to talk about questions that we were curious about and others our age probably never thought much about.
One topic was Is peeing harder than crapping in public toilets?
I admit that Gopi was better at regulating her bowels to move at home so when she had to pee at school or another public place, there was only minimal hassle as she laid toilet paper over the seat and then gingerly sat on it for 45 seconds or so. Then her pee was done. She seated herself close enough to the front that her stream hit the inside front of the bowl and with almost no noise. I was so amazed that her pee would start at the first of her sit and it would finish without any lulls interruptions. Her Asian smile was also radiant throughout the whole process. Then she would stand, do one quick wipe, followed by a foot flush. She never had to lean against the stall panel in order to balance herself. She was so methodical in going about the process.
On the other hand, I was more of a klutz. Sometimes I would struggle more to get my jeans unbuttoned, forgetting to secure the privacy door. When I wore my favorite bib overalls sometimes I struggled with small leaks in my panties as I fought to unbuckle the straps. When I had a dress on there was the struggle to lift the sides and back up fully as I sat on the seat so it wouldn't get splashed by one of my larger dumps or leaking bladders. A few times I was able to surprise Gopi, and even myself, because my pee was so slow to start and with even a small push, often I could deposit some crap before the pee stream got fully going. Sometimes I had to partially stand and reposition myself on the toilet after a futile five-minute sit. Gopi would have washed her hands and be waiting for me while I was struggling with some really basic stuff. A couple of times my right knee got bruised when a door got thrown open on me as I sat. That would ruin the whole sit, but I would do a fake flush, pull up my clothing, go out and wash my hands and then count until dismissal when I would go at the c-store across the street from the school. I had a lot less problems over there, although some of the girls who hassled me at school would go over there too in order to smoke or hang out.
For me, both peeing and crapping in public toilets are tough for me. I've gotten more adept at it as I've matured and gained more confidence.
Although I put a lot of miles on my 12-speed bike, my legs and knees are stronger than my arms. Sometimes I have to use two hands and really press down to activate a flusher. I think it is going to fully activate but then it stops after five seconds. My attitude isn't that great when that happens. But even in grade school I could open a large jar of applesauce at home that Gopi couldn't and had given up on.
Tyler C
Zeke in the Doughnut Store
I mentioned recently that I got a job at a doughnut store. It's not Dunkin'. It's a small locally owned place with just a couple locations. As such, it only requires about 2 or 3 people working there at a time.
One day about a month ago, I was working with this girl Allyson, who was my shift manager. She is a senior in high school. She brought her little brother, Zeke, with her that day. I think he's 10-ish. I can't remember. She brings him from time to time when their parents aren't home and it's after school. We're in a suburban area right down the street from a big shopping area, and it was the week before Christmas, so we were getting a bit more business than usual, which still isn't much.
By about midday, we hit a patch of time where there were no customers, so Allyson decided to take her break and go buy some lunch for her and Zeke. Zeke stayed behind while I helped him with his homework. A few minutes after she left, Zeke decided to stop and use the employee bathroom. The only problem was that the bathroom was locked. He called over to me to open it, but I didn't know where the key was. Usually the shift manager is in charge of locking and unlocking things. So, I texted Allyson to ask her where it was. It turned out that it was attached to her apron which she accidentally took with her instead of hanging up in the backroom. I told Zeke he'd have to just wait about 10 minutes, so he acted like that was fine and went back to his homework.
We started getting customers, so I went out to help them. When I came back after a bit, Zeke had stopped doing his homework. He told me that he had to go too bad to focus on it. I didn't realize he had to go so bad. I told him that he can try going to the convenience store next door. He went, but then he came back saying that he was told they only let paying customers use their bathrooms, and he didn't have any money. I wanted to give him some, but all I had was my credit card, and I didn't really want to give him that. He tried to act like that was fine by just sitting back down and playing with his phone, but I knew he really needed to go. At this point, Allyson was taking over a half hour, so I called her up. Apparently, the service at the fast food place she went to was really slow, and now she was stuck on the way back in some "week before Christmas" traffic.
Zeke started losing his cool and made it really obvious he needed to go. He was grabbing himself front and back and standing cross legged. I told him to just wait another 10 minutes or so, but he told me that that wasn't an option. I told him that there was a grocery store several blocks down the road, but I wasn't sure that his sister would want him to walk that far by himself. He probably wouldn't make it anyway in his condition at that point. I realized that Zeke was in desperate need of a toilet alternative and as someone with some experience with this kind of situation, I decided to help.
"It's coming! Can you look away? I'm about to do something really embarrassing." he said.
"Wait! Are you about to poop yourself or pee yourself?" I asked.
"Both"
"Well here."
I handed him a bunch of napkins and my mostly empty bottle of water. I told him that he can stuff the napkins in the back of his pants to protect his underwear while he's pooping, and he can pee in the bottle. I left him in the back room to do his business while I went to the front counter again. I heard him filling up the bottle interspersed with some crackling farts here and there. I let him have his privacy for a while. A few minutes later, Allyson got back.
"How's Zeke doing?" she asked.
"See for yourself."
She looked a bit confused. I walked back with her while she got out the bathroom key.
"Hey, Zeke. Sorry for taking so long. You still gotta go to the bathroom?"
"What do you think?" He asked with a sarcastic smirk as he turned around and showed her the bulge on the back of his pants while holding up his pee bottle. Apparently he developed a sense of humor about the situation in the last few minutes.
"Eww! Is that actually your... Gross! go get cleaned up now!" said Allyson.
He took a while cleaning himself up. He thanked me for helping him out and told me that the napkins worked really well. Although, he held onto the pee bottle for another hour just to gross Allyson out as a way of getting back at her for taking the bathroom key.Anna from Austria
@LC I am glad you liked me story. And yes the extra strong coffee had indeed the same effect on my system as he red eye coffee had on on the woman in your story. Unlike her I was lucky enough not to clog the toilet. But yes these red eye drinks can really have a profound effect. I can really releate to that woman in the library.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
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Responses
Tricky:
At my high school we had two teachers in the science wing that didn't like leaving their classes and walking all the way to the middle of the school where the teacher bathrooms were. They would come in fast, hike up their dressed and drop their underwear. On the seat, one of them would lay her phone on the floor between her legs and she would reach down with one hand and operate it. Her stream was torrential and she made no movement at all as she went. It seemed like her feet were stuck in cement. She needed about three minutes to go next door and pee. When I had her my senior year she was still taking breaks while we did our worksheets. She had a frown on her face when she looked at the clock before she left and seemed to be in a much better mood when she returned. When I was on the toilet next to her I listened and don't remember her once pulling off toilet paper to wipe with. Come to think of that, I don't think she washed her hands most times.
Stella: I was involved in a couple of anxiety accidents when I was in middle school. The teachers shouldn't be so strict that the students sit suffering and holding it.
Nickel: my boyfriend Hernandez and a few of his closest friends were discussing this topic at an outdoor party he and I hosted. I walked in with more beers for them and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Hernandez and one of his friends were talking about the first hard-ons they remember: they were in an arena bathroom, about 9 or 10 years old, and they had to point their ***** down into the toilet bowl, because as they pushed too hard to get their big craps out, they would splash their clothing from the front end. One guy, a childhood friend of Hernandez, told him up front at that age would only wipe off the front of the toilet bowl at the cutout. That got the laugh of the night.
Macy: I'm shorter than others my age and a little over what I should be in weight. When I've missed a couple of days some of my poops could be cloggers. But at some mid-point in the poop process, I stand, flush and then re-seat myself. I finish it off and there's less chance of a clog. In public places, however, there is a drawback. Seeing a person get up and flush increases the hopes of those in the line. Then sitting back down has generated some pretty nasty comments.
Justin: I have written about my lack of confidence to quickly perform on the toilet when I am away from home. High school was probably the worse, especially when it came to craps. The toilets weren't the cleanest to sit on, some of my classmates were rude, and we all had to be very time-conscious and make it to our next class on time. Being smaller, the toilets were not that comfortable because my feet were off the floor and some of the seats were so loose. At minimum, I worried about falling off and in one of my worst dreams, I had pushed too hard to get a large crap out and fell back, into the bowl. That set the sensor off and I was being sucked down with the flush. Then when I had finally woken up and was stunned and disoriented, I found I had peed the bed.
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
Tricky
The Biggest Crap I've Ever Taken
It was 2016. For the two days prior to boarding a bus for a multi-state trip back home, I hadn't pooped. Normally, I go 3-4 times a day. I eat like a horse, at around 15 lbs of food a day which is mostly produce and high in fiber, and drink a gallon of water a day. I'd also eaten multiple cans of black beans the day prior. Still, nothing came out in that timeframe. I boarded the bus horrifically constipated.
The trip was long. I still brought lots of snacks, and was eating the entire ride. Every few hours, the bus would stop at a station for a layover. Each and every time it did, I went into the Mens' room, used a urinal, and then in effort to poop, soon picked a stall, and sat on the toilet. Nothing would come out, not even farts. I felt horribly cramped up. At the 3rd station we stopped at perhaps 12 hours into the ride, I felt a twinge in my lower GI tract. And just my luck, the stalls in this Mens' room were doorless. I didn't feel a drastic need to go, even though I KNEW something monstrous was brewing. But I didn't want to shit in view of an audience. Plus the bus was going to leave in 15 minutes, meaning the bathroom was crowded with people rushing to use it, so I held it, and got back on the bus.
At the next station, I tried to go, and couldn't. And the next one. I was now getting close to my destination. I'd eaten by this point in the trip a 1 lb bag of almonds, a 1 lb box of raisins, three 4oz bags of beef jerky, a 1 lb bag of carrots, a 5 lb bag of apples, 2 pints of blueberries, 7 bananas, and 2 dark chocolate bars. PLUS I had the slurry of consumed food from the days prior to boarding the bus sloshing around in my lower GI tract.
The bus had just left the previous station and the last stop it would make before getting me home. I was sitting next to an old lady at the very front of the bus, where I had the window seat. I felt like there was a bowling ball in my gut. The farts started coming, involuntarily. Lots of silent-but-deadlies, but I ended up ripping one that was loud. I apologized. The old lady laughed and said "It's natural." I was still embarrassed. Then a feeling of intense pain and weight in my lower GI tract hit.
I excused myself to the restroom as I painfully got up from the seat, stepped passed the old lady in the cramped seat near the isle, and waddled down the fully seated bus to the restroom in the back. I had to stand straight up and walk in such a way to not cause any further pain or a breach in my pants. I felt sharp pains in my lower GI tract going up my spine, and as I was walking, I could feel the turd forcing its way out towards my underwear. At the back of the bus was a group of four cute late-teen or early 20-something college girls. One of them looked at me and smiled, as I got into the bathroom at the back of the bus.
I latched the lock and found that the light was broken. I took my phone out so I could find the toilet, as I dropped my pants. The turd was probably 2-3 inches out by the time I shined the light at the toilet. It was clean and nothing was in the chemical solution below. I sat down, and what wanted out proceeded to violently and loudly extrude. The relief was almost orgasmic, except it was accompanied by sharp pains, and a warm, sickening, thick paste that smeared itself against my buttocks and upper legs. It was heavy, wide, solid, messy, and very slow to come out. And it kept pouring out, accompanied by a constant loud crackling interspersed with obnoxious bass-pitched farting.
After the first 3 minutes of constant sliding, it dropped. *PLOOP* The sound of the splash was loud and jarring. The conversation outside was audible. I assessed I could probably be heard farting and plopping even over the road noise of the bus. I continued on.
I could feel there was more. I had to bare down and push. After about 20 seconds of a hard effort strain, more started pouring out. And pouring. Another 3-4 minutes later, *ploop*
And again. I had to initiate it with a hard effort strain, and it started pouring again, with the consistency of cookie dough. Similar size and duration, as the first and second. Took 5 minutes. *BLOOSH*
And more was coming. There was a knock on the door. I heard one of the girls at the back say "Someone's in there." just as I answered "I'm in here." I had a massive log of crap hanging midway out of my butt and was farting up a storm. I checked my phone and saw that I'd been in there for more than 15 minutes already. And that entire time, aside from a few straining sessions, there was a constant train of thick, messy poop leaving butt station. And it kept on pouring. I knew the cleanup job was going to be bad, quite possibly the worst ever. And this may very well have been the biggest pile of shit I ever deposited, anywhere, and I've made some big ones by that point, having already clogged scores of public toilets. Lucky me, it was a chemical toilet where flushing wasn't an issue, because a clog would have been certain anywhere a standard heavy-duty flush toilet would have been used.
The last of it dropped into the solution below. *blooooop-T*
I went to roll the toilet paper, wipe up, and take the walk of shame to the front of the bus...
Except there was no paper. Nothing. I shined the light from my phone at the dispenser. Whoever last cleaned the bathroom didn't change out the paper. There were two empty cardboard rolls, and nothing else. This wasn't the first time I was caught in a restroom after a massive dump with no TP, but this was certainly the worst of such cases. I could feel a warm mush all over my butt and upper legs. My socks or the receipts in my wallet were not going to do the job, not even close. So I did what I had to do. I begrudgingly cracked open the door, and asked if anyone had anything I could use for toilet paper.
There were some quiet laughs as I shut the door and waited. About a minute later, there was a knock on the door. I cracked it open, and saw the face of the woman who smiled at me earlier handing me a roll of paper towels. She said I could keep it in the restroom in case someone else needs it. I thanked her and shut the door.
I was extremely embarrassed, but extremely grateful. I wiped, and wiped, and wiped, pulling golfball sized wads of poop off my ass. I must have spent the next 10 minutes cleaning up. Near the end of the cleanup, poop was crusted all over my butt and upper legs. I had to use the paper towels to pick it off. I got as clean as I could, and used nearly half the roll of paper towels. According to instructions in the restroom, I deposited the used paper towels in the trashcan.
I got up, and shined my phone at the toilet liquid below. The poop I deposited consisted of 4 large floating turds, each perhaps 15" long and as thick as my arm. They formed a "W" shape. Their combined length may have been as long as both my arms. It was a truly massive amount of poop, I'd guess around 7-10 lbs. After admiring my handiwork, I pulled my pants up, and "washed" my hands with the foam at the sink. I felt filthy. I opened the door, greeted at the sight of those cute girls, two of them holding their noses, another saying "Sorry that happened to you.", as I made the long walk of shame to my seat at the front of the bus. I saw one of the girls immediately head into the restroom, probably the one who knocked. As I sat down in my seat, the old lady said "Don't worry about it. You'll probably never see them again." She knew. They all knew.
And that was the last time I'd ever delay pooping because the public restroom had doorless stalls and an audience. Had someone been in that bus bathroom when I needed it, I'd have involuntarily crapped my pants due to inability to wait.
Re:Re: BrentC on laxatives
To Tricky:
You asked if I could provide more detail on the two laxative accidents that I referenced in my last post. Both times I ended up pooping myself before I could get to a toilet.
The first incident happened when I was 16 and in high school. My mom had given me a laxative I had never used before - I think it was Doxidan - when I came home from school the previous day. The idea is that it would work during the wee hours of the morning or as soon as I woke up. I felt nothing by the nest morning so I decided to go to school. I actually forgot about having taken the laxative and went to baseball practice the next afternoon. Bad decision. The laxative kicked in with a vengance with little warning during batting practice. The nearest toilets were about 300 yards away in the locker room. I didn't nake it. I was wearing white stretch baseball pants and literally destroyed them. Certainly the most humiliating moment of my adolescense. I remember just walking still fully clothed into the gang shower when I got to the locker room and turning on the water. I threw the uniform pants and my jock strap into the trash afterwards. After the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and made my way to one of the toilet stalls. I was in there another 20 minutes before I felt it was safe to leave. By that time my teammates had returned to the locker room but no one said anything.
The incident in college happened when I had taken Dulcolax tablets the night before and decided to attend my 9 AM class. I wrote about that in detail on toiletstool back in 1998 (yes I have been around that long). You can find that post on page 90.