Bianca
A Quick One
To steve: nice story. That's awesome you pooped in a bed pan, but I bet your room stunk a lot afterwords. I didn't have an exciting poop today, but am happy that I went. I did however, rip some nasty farts a few times. I love pooping at home, but sadly, gone are the days when I could sit on the couch to check my Gmail messages. Worse yet, I can't even sign in. In the days before when all was well, I sometimes had to pee when I came home from dayhab just as I do now. I'd pee, and excitedly log into my Email to see if my then popular groupp of business people wrote to me. I was writing to Otis Elevator Company back than, and I imagined how nice the bathrooms are. I bet at that time there were probably at least a couple of men peeing, and some poopers coming in on occasion. We can't forget the women. Those representatives most likely had so many nice poops that they can't remember them all. Although I can't write to people online anymore, I'm happy I can sign into a proper bathroom, lol! My butt is like a well tuned mail man that delivers the poop packages to the toilet's front door. Nowadays, I've enjoyed the occasional phone call which feels more personal than an Email. I still don't bring my new phone in the bathroom though. Hopefully I have a great poop tomorrow.Bye.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Keci
Questions for Winnie
I loved your story about your teacher inviting you to use the staff bathroom with her. I would think that could be intimidating since you related to her so well. I'm a open book with her she is very related type teacher who connects with her students.
Were you surprised in hearing her tear off toilet paper and putting it over her seat? Yes I was but hey that's what she did
What did you mean when you said you guess teachers don't trust other teachers? Are you talking about their proper use of the staff toilets? What I mean is that maybe some of the teachers do some nasty stuff in the bathroom and she was being precautionary
If you had just plopped your butt down on the bare seat do you think your teacher would have said something, or corrected you? I did it to make her feel comfortable and most likely no .
What felt funny though about you sitting on toilet paper rather than directly on the seat? I sit directly on the seat it was my first time sitting on toilet paper and it was different experience
So basically you didn't carry on much a conversation with her while both of you sat pooping? She is a shy pooper and I rarely keep coverations going
Why didn't you continue to sit next to her until she got done and you guys could have wiped and flushed at about the same time? I had to meet up with Dean and I knew that she was going be like go on
Do you and your friends at school put paper over the toilet seat before you sit on it? Why or why not? We don't why not I really don't have a real answer I guess it's something that I never been taught to do
Do you think your other teachers are as germ-conscious as this teacher was? I don't know but I will love to share a poop with her again.
I love your stories. Please keep writing 'em. I sure will have a great dayMina Kazu Maho Hisae
Bye-bye Kazuko?
Please don't be shock...
No, Kazu is not leaving us. She will stay with us!!!
Mina typing this post but story is from Maho and Kazu, it was 2 Fridays ago.
Kazu was on loo in green flat and her motion was bigger one than her usual. And she said to Maho, "when I am on loo, don't call me Kazuko. Call me Kazu, because if you say Kazuko, I remember my mother's angry voice..."
"Kazuko!! You are time out!! Verboten to stay on loo so long!! What you are doing!! Come out!!" say angry mother. But Kazu can't come out because turds inside her are impatient, big crowd of them want to come out from her bottom, and they force, so Kazu must to sit on loo until last one come out....
Kazuko likes her name, but when she is on loo with busy bottom, it bring back bad memory.
Maho said her, "I want to call you Kazumi."
Why Kazumi?
In Japanese name, "mi" is mean "beautiful".
Maho said Kazu, "Because you are beautiful, so beautiful, especially you are beautiful right now when you sitting on loo with busy beautiful bottom. So you should be Kazumi."
Silence 5 seconds. Then Kazu kiss Maho hard. They kiss long time but suddenly stop because Kazu opened her bottom again and they hear plops. So they laugh. Maho said, "Kazumiiii!!" with big voice.
But then quiet, because even Kazu says nothing, Maho know that when she is busy for motions, she likes quiet. So for few minutes they are quiet, though loo says "plop" many times. Also burururu but not so big one, Maho said.
(from Kazu: "Do motion and kiss in a same time is very hard!!")
Now, it is later, Maho explain to Mina and Chae why she call Kazu "Kazumi". Quite common in Japan to use "mi" instead of "ko".
We don't continue this story now because it will become to be off subject post. Mina is nervous about rule, because we want you all to read story, and if it goes in can, you can't read. Next story will be soon we hope.
Love to everyone. We hope you have happy time on loo and in every place. And thank you for kind comments.
Hisae Maho Kazumi Mina
Spurlock
Comment for Tricky
Tricky:
I noted your situation with pooping on a first date at your girlfriend's house. You said she was grossed out by what you did? And then you asked for toilet paper on top of that?
Reminds my of a story my dad told me when lecturing me about the condition of my underwear in the hamper. It was after classes and he was walking his girlfriend out of the building. Seeing a bathroom, he decided to excuse himself and go in and take a shit. She was incensed by that. All the way on their 10-minute walk home she told him he wasn't normal because he would use a school bathroom without it being an absolute emergency. She almost got sick on the way home because she had been holding in a big crap since lunch. Him taking a shit break made her even more angry.
STEPHEN
THE TRAIN JOURNEY
Twenty years ago I started commuting to ???? .The journey begins at the main station
three miles down the line ,I board @ its first stop.
I always made my way to the toilet ,locked the door bag on floor
lowered my jogging bottoms and pants ,sat on toilet .I always start
to wee before I poop , the jerk of the train pulling away always
stimulated my bowels to release soft warm mushy poop ,after a few
minuites I wiped ,sometimes before the next stop so I could flush
other times I waited until the train was moving again before I flushed
It was a pleasure to use the toilet as it was always clean warm well
stocked with toilet paper and clean Roller Towel. Many times while I
was in the toilet the door was tried ,often when leaving their was
someone waiting for the toilet. I would the find a seat in the carriage
Often I noticed the toilet in use light was on sometimes a few minuites
sometimes ten minuites .
The toilets had a lot of use many also had to pee and poop ,sometimes
the train was running late , I struggled to hold myself ,as I was now
having regular Bowel Movements . the train on Saturday and Sunday was
a later time ,so I had a Number Too before leaving home .A few times I
had a poop on way to station in the wooded areaAnna from Austria
@Midwesterner I would say you totally right. American toilets offer indeed more space so it is more comfortable to use them. Ther flush of the American toilets is also indeed way more powerful than here in Europe.
greetings from Austria
AnnaSpurlock
Creative Pissing
The summer before I started 5th grade me and Ethan, a friend who was a year older and a lot more coordinated than me, spent time several times a week at the park. We both had gotten bikes for Christmas and he helped me gain more confidence as a rider. He had fantastic agility and was able to do a wheelie on his bike for several seconds and stay on. I would see him brag, think no-way, and he would pull it off.
If we messed around at the park for 2 or 2 1/2 hours, especially in the mornings, both of us had to piss at least once and often I had to shit. The time we spent on our bikes pretty much guaranteed that. This one morning, we both rode over to the toilet building because we were full. Both of the toilets seemed to have been recently used. It looked like both had been hosed down by several users who pissed a gallon and got half of it on the seat. Ethan was outright irate by the abuse they had taken.
He gave me a couple of brown hand towels and he pulled down a couple for himself. He told me his sister said it was a problem in the girls rooms at her high school, but I couldn't figure out how that could happen. I wiped down the seat on one side of the toilet and he quickly wiped and rewiped the other side of the seat. I told him neither one of us had to shit. He said that was true but a scouting partner of his showed him how to build coordination. I remember being skeptical, but I also remained puzzled. I started to throw my towels into the toilet, but he stopped me and we both took them over to the trash dumpster.
He told me to go to the left side of the toilet and drop my shorts all the way to floor. He went to right side and did the same thing. We were facing one another with our knees against the side of the toilet seat. We had stayed over at each other's houses and done scouting camp outs so this wasn't as threatening. Each of us using one hand positioned ourselves and our penis into the toilet bowl. Ethan would call a series of numbers and when the agreed upon number was said, we each had to start of streams into the toilet. The goal was not only the peeing time, but we had to guide our piss into the toilet without getting a speck on the seat.
Ethan won handily. I know he went past a minute and his side of the seat was 100% dry. Me I dripped onto the seat in getting started and dumb as I was, I almost hit 45 seconds and I almost dropped my penis. Dumb I know. Ethan told me to move out of the way and he took the toilet seat. Within 10 to 15 seconds, he was splashing his shit into the water. He sat with grace: one hand was on his penis and the other was on his right leg. He half filled the bowl with a semi-soft shit and sat and bragged of his accomplishment. I told him I thought my coordination would get better. He said so chance. I tried to beat him 8 or 9 other times. I got better, but never was able to pull it off.
His sister Laurel, who was older than us, heard Ethan brag about the contest pissing and she became really obnoxious around me and him. But she shit herself once at school when she had the flu and her mom had to bring new clothing up. Ethan crashed his bike a couple of times but only got bruised up.
Erica
Camping part 2
The second day we were there all of us set off on a hike 15 minutes away from our site. I was walking with Ellie and Ron farther behind my mom and Ron's mom. I couldn't stop thinking about the day before when I spied on Ron pooping. I was glancing at him a few times while we walked in silence. At one point I was talking to Ellie and I smelt something off, at first I wondered if it was just something from the woods but I realized it resembled a fart. "Was that you?" Ellie whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at Ron. He looked embarrassed when he saw me looking at him. Ron was the one that farted. My bladder felt heavy, I told them I had to go to the bathroom. They both said they had to go too. I let my mom know we had to go to the bathroom, she pulled a toilet paper roll out of her backpack and handed it to me. We separated not far from the adults for privacy. There wasn't that much space since the ground was covered in bushes and there was a lot of trees. We squatted pretty close together. I knew Ron was gonna poop since he was squatting. I started my pee and saw that Ellie was peeing also. Ron sat there but hasn't started shitting. "What are you waiting for?" Ellie asked Ron while giggling. Ron offered a small smile looking down. "I don't wanna shit in front of you I'm waiting until you're done". "Don't worry about us, just let it out" I assured him. He hesitated for a second, squirming around as he decided what to do. He let out a deep breath and I heard him start pushing. I looked over at Ellie and noticed that she was trying hard not to stare at him, actually I had a hard time trying not to stare either. I heard soft poop splat on the ground accompanied by gas. Ron sighed in relief. My eyes trailed down to the brown pile that sat underneath him. He pointed his penis down and started pissing. When he was done he took the toilet paper roll and unravelled a piece. Ellie and I watched as he reached behind him to clean himself. He saw us looking at him, peering down the ground in embarrassment. I broke the eye contact with Ron and looked down at my hands. I pulled up my pants and started heading back to the parents. Ellie shortly followed behind me. "That was really cool, I've never seen a boy poop before" she commented. "I can't believe I saw him poop two days in a row" I told her. In a way watching him made me more attracted to him. Is that normal? All 3 of us caught up with our parents without saying a word about it. The rest of the hike was pretty fun afterwards.
Wednesday, February 02, 2022
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Happy Black History month, so excited for this.
Today I'm going do a throwback Tuesday story with you all.
After school today I went to the bathroom upstairs cause I had after school class work to do with one of the teachers who set a deadline to have it done by Friday so I wanted to get ahead start of it but I knew that my bowels would not let me, so before I got to the class room I made a left turn and another left and straight ahead was the bathroom sets so of course I went to the girls part, and it's 6 stalls in them all empty so I took the 1st stall hang up my backpack on the hook and locked the door and took out my phone and text MayJ that I was going to take a poop before starting . So I unbuttoned my shorts and lowered them to my knees and and pulled my panties thigh level and placed my butt on the toilet and sat back all the way. So MayJ asked me if I wanted company I said sure, so I shared my location with her on my phone and she came up like 3 minutes later and I got up to unlock the stall and take her hand and rubbed my butt asked anything yet, I said not yet but soon so I sit back down and she sits down next to me facing me and and pulling down my shorts and panties to my ankles and rubbing my knees and legs and I spread my legs and reaches up my stomach and rubbing it, I said that I wasn't conispated but it feels good. I fart she smile and leans in and kisses my cheeks and rubbing my hips and thighs and I feel the opening and I feel that it was coming and she sat back and watched 2 medium stinkers fall out and I begin to pee and fart some and open up again this time little longer and wider and it taper off and I was done and she gets up and grabs some flushable wipes from my bag and take them out and ask to wipe me and I said okay thanks, and she pulls down her shorts and panties to her ankles and sit down on the bowl and pees and wipes me while peeing after 4 wipes she said that I was clean and I pull up my clothes and she gets up and pulling up her clothes and we wash our hands together and I go get my backpack and we leave. After class I told Dean about it he was smiling.
David P
some replies and an update
David P Here with some replies and an update
Tricky - Pooping in front of the police story was hilarious, really great! I couldn't stop laughing when I read this, please post more like it if you have them.
Abbie - Loved your latest story as usual, please do post more often you are always missed. Sounded like you struggled to push your poo out in your last story but seemed a bit better than you were. Did you see my question in my last post about if you went to the doctor like I suggested for your constipation? Hope all is well with you.
Not much time at the moment so a quick update, my constipation has been so much better lately fingers crossed it continues. I have been managing to go for a poo every day and sometimes even twice a day. My poos are much softer and some days are really long as well! although, my poos recently have stunk really bad! although my constipation is better I still have a really sore bum at the moment and often get blood on the paper. I am thinking about going to see the doctor about it as whenever I walk or get up from sitting down I get sharp pains in my anus. Also it hurts there when I poo and wipe my bum not sure what caused it, maybe my last bout of constipation over Christmas gave me piles or something?
I've been in my new job for over a month now and it has been going well so far, I now work not far from home so it's a quick drive back, I so far have been able to go for a poo before I go to work but if I needed to go at work, I'd probably drive home in my lunch hour to poo at home and go back to work. This week has been a little different as sometimes I am required to go other places but mostly things are more standard than my last job meaning my bowels have been less constipated and more regular - fingers crossed!
I did have a funny moment the other day where I was so gassy, I was constantly having to fart all day at work and it got so bad after lunch that I was bloating up, so I had no choice but to leave the office, grab my car keys and make a beeline. I was so happy to get to my car, I sat there for about 30 minutes farting one after another, I didn't feel like I needed a poo just farts, but as soon as I drove home that day, I had do take a massive log!
That's all for now
STEPHEN
Woke up this morning before alarm , had a wee in portta pottie
got back to bed .Alarm went off I woke up I needed a number too
before I could get out of bed , reached for the Bed Pan slid it
under my bum .
Five second wee followed by a mushy poo wiped emptied pan in
toilet went down stairs made tea .Maria aka Crystal
What comes in will come out
Wow it's been long since I been here so I'm going going give a update on myself for all these new people. So here is my update, I'm 26 and still married to my best friend Marcus and yes high school sweetheart. Proud Latina of both of my heritage of my Mexican and P-Rican .
Still introvert but I have gotten little bit better about speaking up for myself especially after children yeah we have 6 . Two sets of twins my papi would been proud:). So I thought I share a quick story with you all , yesterday at home I was cleaning around the house before Marcus came home from work and cooking dinner and so him and the children would be able to come home and have a nice relaxing and be able lunch before dinner. So mid way of cooking my crohns flare up, every now and then I eat red meat and Thursday was the day cause I had a business dinner I went with Marcus on and his step mother kept the children for us and left couple bottles for the twins so they can feed and have the same ???? taste but in the bottle form. So back to the story I take off my gloves and one of the twins started to cry so I speed walk close by on the other side before getting there I kick off my flip flops and get her and get her and I go out back way I came and head to the bathroom I haven't cleaned yet and I get there lowered my shorts to my ankles and take off my shirt and nurse her and I sit down and while nursing her I get these sharp brutal squirts of poop .sure was burning and I hear the door open and I noticed Marcus is home early . And he headed my way with the other twin and I hear his socks coming and I hear the knock I said come in and he said sorry babe he crying now, I apologize to him, he said it was okay as I was sitting there nursing one child and he was keeping the other one still and we switched and when we did, I let out more poop. So when both were full of milk he took both of them holding them close and exited the bathroom and I was able to wipe myself 6 wipes and I pulled up shorts and put my shirt back on and washed my hands and left. and he helped me clean the rest of the parts I didn't get to and picked up the rest of the children and I was able to prepare a nice dinner for them and all and I watched what I ate and I was able to put the twins to sleep and was able to get a great body massage. The End
mrsbigandhard
How my mother trained us to go on the toilet:
mrsbigandhard...
When I was growing up my mother would always be there with me (and my sister)... so when I was on the toilet. Most times I was plugged up due to a fear that it was going to be too big and hurt (and it did)
She would have me bend over while seated on the toilet and check to see if how big it was and if it was coming out "ok" .
All the chocolate candy bars (I secretly took out of
the candy jar) ..would cause me to have an impacted bowel movement. They were quite large in diameter..all hard lumps packed together many times over 2 inches.
So I just wanted to tell my story in case it might help somebody else with the same situation.
Thanks,
mrsbigandhard
Veronica
Wow it's been a couple of years at least since I last posted! I'm glad to be back because I have a lot of stories. Last post I talked about my friend Daltons accident in the car. We are still good friends and there's been many other times he's pooped his pants.
This story is about my boyfriend Carl, we've been dating since last April and we're
Very comfortable using the bathroom in front of each other. He comes into the bathroom to brush his teeth while I pee. He doesn't know yet about my interest to watch him pee
And poo, I'm self conscious about what he would say. But I still have seen him piss and shit a few times. Now onto the story!
Carl and I returned home from a fancy restaurant, the food was fantastic. Carl ordered salmon and polished it quickly. When I was done eating my steak I let him have the rest of it because he was still hungry. As soon as we entered through the door of my apartment
I saw him wince with a pained expression on his face. I asked him if everything was ok.
He exhaled and replied "I'm not feeling too good". I wrapped my arms around him and offered to let him lay on my bed. He accepted my offer and we made our way to my room.
I rest my head on his chest and rubbed his stomach to make him feel better. He coughed and accidentally farted loudly from the pressure. He blushed madly and apologized. At this point our relationship was still fairly new, and it was his first time farting in front of me. I told him it was ok and he sheepishly smiled. The smell of his fart was strong, it had a hint of a rotten egg aroma. Poor boy wasn't feeling well. Five minutes later he jumped out of
Bed and sprinted to the bathroom.
I heard Carl close and lock the door shut. It's really easy to hear what's going on in
My bathroom, I was able to hear him pull his pants down and plunk his ass
On the seat. A loud fart erupted in the bowl followed by a torrent of liquid shit.
I could Herat Carl was having a hard time as he was silently grunting and moaning.
After a couple minutes I didn't hear a fart or shit falling into the toilet I figured he was done. "Oh shit" I hear him say. "Babe, there's no toilet paper in here".
"Don't worry I'll bring you some" I replied back heading towards a storage closet near the bathroom, where I keep extra toilet paper. I opened the door purposely so I could look at him sitting on the toilet. Carl had his elbows on his knees resting his hands on his chin. He looked up at me, really embarrassed. "Thanks" he whispered as I handed the roll to him.
For some reason, it felt like my feet were glued to the floor. I know I should've left him to wipe in peace, but I could not get myself to stop looking at him. He looked back questioning why I was still there. All of a sudden he doubled over and started pooping again. Diarrhea splattering loudly out of his butt. I knelt down beside him rubbing his back. He was too sick to care that he was shitting in front of me. He held down his penis and pissed down in the bowl. When he was done he reached for the tp wiping his ass. The first wipe was very messy. "I'm sorry for blowing up your bathroom" he said. "You don't have to apologize babe" I kissed him on the forehead. Each wipe got a little bit cleaner. The smell was the worst thing odour I've ever smelt. He couldn't help it though. He stood up to pull his pants up. I looked in the toilet and saw brown mush floating on the water. Along with his soiled paper. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands. "Feel better?" I asked him. "Much better" he answered as he kissed me. He had diarrhea the rest of the night, I stayed up and cared for him. Poor thing must've got food poisoning. Because he started
Vomiting too. He pooed his boxers a bit and I washed them for him as he fell asleep. I love taking care of him!
Til next time, Veronica
In summer 2021 I went camping with my mom, my sister Ellie, and my moms best friend and her son. His name is Ron, he is the same age as me which is 15. And Ellie is 14. My mom warmed all of us that pooping outside was something we would have to get used to during our time out there. The first day we got there I was helping my mom and Ellie set up our tent. The 3 of us would be sharing one. I saw Ron walking deeper in the woods holding toilet paper. I have a huge crush on Ron, so knowing that I may encounter him pooping on this trip really excited me. I felt the urge to pee, so I asked my mom for some toilet paper and I headed out following Ron hoping I could catch a glimpse of him while I was peeing. I was behind a bush that I was able to squat behind and he didn't see me. The bush was covering my body while I squatted, only the top of my head would be visible if he saw me. His ass was facing my direction so I had a perfect view. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I waited for him to start. He farted audibly once, then another time. I could see his butthole puckering in and out as he was attempting to push out his crap. When he gathered enough momentum his hole sprouted open and a thick tube of shit started falling out at a fast pace, coiling underneath him. I could barely hear him sigh as his poop pile grew within 10 seconds. His poop was pretty soft. It was soooooo long and thick I didn't know how that possibly came out of him. When he stopped shitting he took a second then started pushing again. A second log grew out of his butt, this time it was a bit more solid, but not as thick. I had no idea Ron did such big poops. His hole snapped shut after pinching it off, and he ripped off some toilet paper bringing it to his crack. I watched him wipe carefully. He looked at the paper and tore some more off, and rubbed his butt with it some more until he was clean. I watched him pull up his pants, looking back and what he left, and walked back to our set up. That was the best thing I ever seen I was so happy. I realized I haven't peed yet, so I let out a stream which lasted about 20 seconds, and used paper to wipe myself. I returned back to the camp where Ron and his mom waved at me. I smiled and waved back. They had no idea what I saw.
Later on I told Ellie I saw Ron poop and she laughed. Part 2 will be coming soonKeci
Questions for Winnie
I loved your story about your teacher inviting you to use the staff bathroom with her. I would think that could be intimidating since you related to her so well.
Were you surprised in hearing her tear off toilet paper and putting it over her seat?
What did you mean when you said you guess teachers don't trust other teachers? Are you talking about their proper use of the staff toilets?
If you had just plopped your butt down on the bare seat do you think your teacher would have said something, or corrected you?
What felt funny though about you sitting on toilet paper rather than directly on the seat?
So basically you didn't carry on much a conversation with her while both of you sat pooping?
Why didn't you continue to sit next to her until she got done and you guys could have wiped and flushed at about the same time?
Do you and your friends at school put paper over the toilet seat before you sit on it? Why or why not?
Do you think your other teachers are as germ-conscious as this teacher was?
I love your stories. Please keep writing 'em.
Midwesterner
Replies and Comments
I have had a much busier winter than I have had in the past few years, so I'm sorry I haven't posted as much lately! I have quite a few replies to catch up on today.
@Anna from Austria
I hope that you have a great trip to the US! I have a question about your opinion of American toilets versus European toilets. In regards to the toilets themselves, it seemed to me that when I visited Europe, the public toilets themselves generally seemed much smaller and less comfortable than American public toilets. They also seemed to flush less powerfully. Is it just my imagination or did you notice that too? I didn't specifically visit Austria, but I noticed this in other parts of Europe. When I got back to the US, I was happy to sit back on American style toilets!
@ECG
Interesting topic regarding actors/ actresses pooping in movies! I've actually thought about the same thing, and figure that most if not all movies made for the general public have fake pooping noises. However, I'm sure that somewhere there is a movie that exists where an actor/actress pooped for real. Although it's not really a movie, look up FML tales on YouTube, and you'll see some funny toilet humor related skit! My wife and I laugh so hard at some of those. I will say that I could see accidental pooping happen. Sometimes I haven't felt like needing to poop until I actually sit on the toilet. It's like the toilet itself signals to my body that it's safe to poop.
@Hailey
Welcome to the form! I'm glad to see someone else who is interested in theology. It's an important part of my life. I look forward to more posts from you!
@Tricky
That was quite a story about pooping in the RV! My wife and I have borrowed a big fifth wheel camper trailer from her aunt and uncle before, and I know how tight those bathrooms can get. I'm a pretty tall and built out guy, so that doesn't make it any easier. Luckily this camper had a slightly larger bathroom than other campers and RVs I've seen. I'll post about those trips sometime.
@Sherryl
Great post about the group poop after Christmas! I was imagining some unsuspecting person walking up to it and being either horrified or amused.
@Anatomy Student
Thank you for sharing the science behind why many of us enjoy pooping.
@Justin
Yes, I have had dreams about weird public bathrooms or bathrooms in general! It would be a very long reply for me to explain those dreams now, but I'll make a dedicated post to that eventually. I will say that they typically involve me seeing females on the toilet.
@LC
Even though there was no pun intended, the "relationships that you cultivated" comment did make me laugh out loud! Especially since farming is my main profession!
@Emily
I'm sorry that your privacy was invaded during your poop by those kids. I think that the mother of those kids was out of line. She should have told them to knock first, and she should realize that accidents happen! It's not like you purposely tried exposing yourself. It's a fact of life that someday you'll see someone on the toilet. I really don't like how she shamed you for hearing your poop plop into the toilet. I hate people that act like pooping is disgusting and that they don't do it.
@James
Unisex bathrooms have definitely not caught on here in the rural Midwest. I think it would be interesting to use one though. I personally wouldn't be embarrassed pooping or peeing in the presence of a female as long as they were ok with it.
Elphaba
Anna from Austria - you asked about forgetting to lock the stall door. This is something that happened to me a few weeks ago. Ever since the start of the pandemic the hospital where I work has had a policy that we have to change into our uniforms on site instead of walking to and from work wearing them. As there are no dedicated changing facilities on site some people get changed in supply closets or like me in the bathrooms. I arrived for my day shift and went into a cubical and got changed out of my jeans and jumper and into my tunic and trousers, but it was only when I was going to leave the cubical that I realised that I hadn't locked the door (or to be more precise, I had slide the lock across but it hadn't gone into the slot on the other side). Luckily nobody else had entered the bathroom however if someone had they might have got a bit of a shock if they pushed open the door to find me in my bra and panties!
Today I had an admin day at work and after I had finished my lunch I knew I was going to need a poo soon but as it wasn't desperate I decided to go after I had finished the task I was doing. This took a bit longer than I expected but that wasn't bad as my need to poo wasn't getting any worse. But then my need to pee shot up from being nothing at to 'I have to go NOW!!!'. I was so close to finishing that I stayed at my desk for a few minutes to complete my work and then made my way to the bathroom. I got into a cubical, but my bladder gave way and I started to leak into my panties and tights. I quickly pulled them down and then squatting, I pointed my stream into the loo. After I had emptied my bladder I sat down and tried to poo, however for some reason even though I needed to go I could only push out a few small pieces. In the end I gave up despite having the feeling that there was more to that needed to come out and wiped both my front and bottom in addition to blotting my panties and tights. It felt a bit cold on my nether region after I had pulled up the damp material but luckily as I had finished all I needed to do at work I could go home straight away and one of the first things I did when I arrived at my flat was take off my tights and panties and put them into my washing machine.Lavah
finally answering my constipation survey
Hello all and happy new year ! I never got a chance to answer the questions in my constipation survey that I posted a while back (page 2922). Better late than never, I guess!
1) What is the longest you've ever been constipated and how did you resolve it?
When I was 18 I went 15-16 days without pooping. I went to the emergency room where I was given an enema but that didn't really work so they had to put me on an exam table with my feet in stirrups and open my asshole as far as they could with these clamp things and the doctor manually disimpacted me while I pushed.
2) What position do you sit in when you're constipated and trying to poop?
I usually start sitting on the toilet normally with my legs spread far apart and leaning forward but if that doesn't help after a while, I'll sit backwards on the toilet or squat on the floor. I'll try any position I can think of that'll work.
3) When you're constipated, do you prefer pooping on the toilet or somewhere else?
Normally I prefer the toilet, but I'll try pooping in other places if it's easier. I mentioned squatting on the floor already or sometimes I'll lay on my back with my knees bent and put my feet up on a wall in front of me while I push. Again, I'll poop anywhere if it will help me get it out.
4) Where does it hurt when you're constipated?
I get pains in my lower abdomen and in my rectum when I'm constipated. If it's really bad, my hips will start to hurt. When I've been struggling on the toilet for a long time, my anus and my abdominal muscles will hurt a lot. Sometimes I'll give myself a headache or hurt my back from straining too hard.
5) What noises do you make when you're constipated and trying to poop?
Again, any noises that will help me get my poop out. When I push, it usually sounds like "Nnnnnnh!" or "Mmmmmh!" When I'm in a lot of pain I moan a lot and it sounds like "ohhhhhhhhh!" or "owwwwwww!" Then there's the noises I make when I'm kind of half straining, half moaning and they sound like "UUUNNNNNNNHHHH!!" or "MUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!" I make all kinds of strange noises when I poop.
6) Do you prefer pushing in quick bursts (example: "Nnn! Nn! Nnn!") or long stretches? (example: "Nnnnnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn")
I typically start off with quick bursts, especially if I'm in a hurry or desperate to get this shit out of me. I usually end up pushing in long stretches though because that tends to work better for me.
7) Has anyone ever helped you relieve your constipation and what did they do?
Yes, tons of people. My mom, my sister, some friends, a few exes, and even the school nurse and some teachers back when I was in school, plus some doctors, just to name a few. Some of them gave me laxatives or enemas, some of them let me hold their hands while I pushed, some of them massaged my belly or my anus for me, some of them spread my buttcheeks for me while I strained, some of them manually disimpacted me with their fingers, and some of them just encouraged me and kept me company while I struggled.
8) Have you ever helped someone else relieve their constipation and what did you do?
Yes. I'm always happy to help anyone struggling to poop because I know how much it sucks. I help my friends poop when they need me to and I've helped a few of my exes in the past. I helped my sister poop a few times too when we still lived with our parents. I've also helped a few strangers in public bathrooms before. I usually try any of the things I mentioned in my last answer, it depends on what kind of help they want.
9) Have you ever been to a doctor for constipation and what did they do?
Yes. I've gone to the ER several times for constipation and I've seen a few specialists about it. In the ER, they usually give me an enema and that fixes it (except for the time I mentioned in Question 1). Sometimes the nurses will be really nice and stay with me while I poop out the enema, rubbing my stomach and encouraging me. The specialists just recommended me different medications and diets that never really worked. Also one time, my pediatrician helped me push out a massive turd when I was really constipated on the day of my physical as a teenager.
10 Do you have any tricks to help you poop when you're constipated?
I have several, but I think I already explained most of them in my previous answers. My best tip would be to ask for help from someone you trust if you're really struggling to go. Pooping is nothing to be ashamed of and having someone help you is a great bonding experience.
Happy pooping everybody!
Anthony T
Cutting the Line in an Emergency
I'm reposting this story from a while back, because an "ethical" question came to mind, and I'm curious what you all think. It relates to the one and only "solid" poop accident I've seen an adult have. I've posted the whole story below, but here is the gist of it.
I was on a cross-country flight some years ago, and we ended up having a long tarmac delay, followed by bad turbulence when we finally took off. It added up to more than two hours where we couldn't use the lavatories. A young woman got up to use the toilet several times, with increasing degrees of urgency, only to be sent back to her seat by the flight attendants. When we were finally allowed out of our seats, she couldn't make it through the line for the lavatory, and ended up having a massive accident in her pants...and down her legs...and on the floor.
In your view, should the flight attendants have let her cut in line and go first? On the one hand, she was obviously desperate. On the other, it would have been terrible if they had forced someone else to give up their place in line, and that person had an accident. For that matter, if you had to go badly would you have let someone who was even more desperate go ahead of you, even at risk of having an accident yourself?I tend to lean towards letting her go first, since she was only in that line because the flight attendants had blocked her from using the bathroom earlier, and I could see the state she was in. But I'm curious what you think.
And now here's the full story, if you care to know the situation in more detail:
Because I was still a student at the time, I didn't exactly have my pick of seats on the plane, and was only 2 or 3 rows from the rear lavatory. On this occasion, it just meant I had front row seats for the embarrassing spectacle. As it turned out, we had to endure a lengthy delay on the tarmac before taking off. After 40 minutes or so, I saw the victim for the first time, casually strolling towards the rear of the plane. There she was met by the flight attendants, and told to take her seat, as we could take off at any time and didn't want to lose our place. She was still fairly calm at this point, but perhaps regretting that last coffee or too-heavy breakfast (it was a mid-morning flight). 30 minutes later we still had yet to take off when she reappeared, walking briskly this time. Once again she was rebuffed, but by now her demeanor had changed. She complained that they had already turned her away once because we were taking off "shortly," but in reality we had hardly moved. She added that she "really needed to get in there soon," before she returned seething to her seat. After another half hour, we finally achieved liftoff; now she only had to wait 20 minutes or so for the plane to reach cruising altitude. I could see her taking anxious glances towards the back of the plane every so often, trying to see if people were up and about yet. But just as she was no doubt anticipating sweet relief, it was snatched away; turbulence hit, and the seat belt sign stayed on. This didn't stop her from making another desperate attempt down the aisle, ignoring the FA's loud orders to sit down. Once she reached the lavatory she began urgently jiggling and knocking on the doors, thinking they were occupied, before the FA gave her the bad news. They had kept the lavatories locked, in order to discourage passengers from getting up. This time she was explicit: "I'm having a serious emergency. I'm going to have an accident in my seat if I don't get to a toilet soon. Please let me through!" At this point they would probably have relented in order to avoid an incident, but this was "flight attendants be seated" level turbulence, so they held firm and she wobbled tearfully back to her seat, probably wondering why no one would give her a break. Her heated discussions with the crew had attracted quite a bit of attention by now, and I wasn't the only one wondering if she would make it. I was also probably not the only one hoping, on some subconscious level, that she wouldn't, though I really did feel bad for her at the same time.
After another 5 minutes or so the fasten seat belt sign was finally turned off, and we were set free to roam the cabin. As the woman hobbled towards the back of the plane, it was obvious she was in big trouble. I had never seen someone in such obvious, desperate need. She was breathing hard and shuffling awkwardly, with one hand drifting behind her towards her hip/buttock area. A couple teenage boys sitting across from me snickered as she went past, obviously amused at the predicament that had befallen her. One of them bumped the other and said "I think she's gonna shit herself. She tried to go to the bathroom like four times already." Unfortunately for her, she was not blessed with a seat close to the lavatories. By the time she reached the back she was maybe sixth in line. Her frantic pleas to cut ahead of someone were refused, callously I thought, but then again after such a delay she was not the only passenger in urgent need. I slipped into line behind her, partly because I also had to go by now, but mostly because I wanted to see how this would end; so did one of the teenagers. Even the FA's looked worried. I'm not sure they had realized this was a "number 2" situation up to this point.
She was second in line for one of the two toilets when it happened. Her time ran out. She suddenly surged forward and began banging on the lavatory doors: "Someone please hurry it's an emergency!! I can't wait any longer. Oh no! Please no! No! No! No!"
She gasped as her body stiffened, her legs drew together, and her hand went involuntarily to her butt, as if making one last-ditch effort to hold everything in. Maybe she had already felt something happening in her underwear. She was shaking like a leaf and crying softly as she bent over slightly at the waist and her body gave a massive, involuntary push. Her butt twitched, and I heard a strange crackling sound as it started coming out. A bulge began to form in the seat of her pants. It grew and grew as she went and went; she had obviously been holding it for hours and the poo just kept churning out of her. When the bulge was the size of a grapefruit it dropped into the seat of her pants and nestled just below her buttocks and between her legs. A second, smaller bulge began to rise before drooping down to join the first, and then a third. The sharp smell of fresh feces filled the air, and the jerk teenager behind me took the opportunity to exclaim "oh gross, that lady's taking the biggest dump in her pants!" The only other sounds, apart from the poor woman's sobs, was farting and a faint crinkling sound almost like she was opening a candy wrapper in her pants. Then the softer stuff came, squelching and gurgling into her panties, filling the space around the firmer material, moving up her back almost to the waistband and probably into her crotch area as well. A brown stain began to sleep through her pants where it was touching the load. I heard a pittering sound, and saw her knees knocking together. Her bladder had given way, thinking she was seated on a toilet rather than filling her pants outside the lavatory door. The insides of her trousers darkened and and urine streamed onto the carpet. It met the gigantic mass of poop and partially liquefied it.
Her panties had done a surprisingly good job of containing the load up to that point, but this wasn't an accident: it was a catastrophe. Pieces of poop began to detach from the main load and make their way down her legs. One glob of mush emerged from her pant leg, slid down her ankle and dropped into her shoe. Another ended up on the floor. All this time she couldn't stop shaking.
Finally, mercifully, it was all over but the crying. She was still bent over slightly, as if afraid any movement would cause the mess in her pants to spill out. She was beside herself with embarrassment and anger; her face was beet red and she was ranting incoherently through her tears: "Oh my G-, I can't believe this. Why couldn't you just let me go to the bathroom? I told you I couldn't hold it." I didn't blame her. She had held on for hours, done exactly what she was told, and then just moments from relief, had experienced what was probably the most humiliating moment of her life.
The cabin had snapped out of its silence and was buzzing with murmurs, mostly of the "that poor girl" variety. But there were a few people near me complaining about the smell and calling her a baby, saying that she should have worn a diaper if she couldn't control herself. I felt terrible for her, and was just hoping that she would be ok after this ordeal. I'd never seen someone so mortified.
Now the flight attendants were trying to figure out how they could even begin to get her cleaned up. Sending her back to her seat in that condition was out of the question, but this wasn't a "little accident" where she could just trash her underwear and spend 10 minutes cleaning up in the tiny lavatory. Her clothes were essentially unwearable, and she appeared to be covered in excrement from the waist down to her knees, and to a lesser degree her ankles. The lavatory had finally opened up (I can only imagine what the person inside thought when they blundered into this scene), and one of the older, more motherly flight attendants gently guided her inside by the elbow. A pair of pajamas was brought up from first class, and from somewhere they produced a box of baby wipes and a trash bag. The phone booth-sized lavatory wasn't going to cut it for this kind of cleanup, so the curtain was drawn across the rear lavatory/galley area, which was vacated except for the mortified woman and one or two female flight attendants. I heard a crinkling that must have been plastic being laid down across the floor, and for the next several minutes I heard various rustling sounds as she slowly peeled off various shit-encrusted articles of clothing. Then there was a muffled scraping sound as she began wiping down her soiled body. From the sound of conversation that drifted through the curtain, the older flight attendant was wiping her feet and lower legs, while the victim focused on the "sensitive" areas. She was still sniffling, and the FA was trying to comfort her by saying that it was going to be alright and it was far from the first time she had encountered this in her career. I can't even imagine what the poor woman felt like. She had gotten onto the plane two hours earlier as a prim and proper young professional; now she was standing naked, her poop-filled clothes spread out around her, as a perfect stranger helped undress and clean her up.
After about an hour she finally emerged in her pajamas for the "walk of shame" past dozens of people who had just seen her beg for a toilet before finally pooping in her pants. She kept her head down and the rest of us studiously avoided eye contact as she made her way back to her seat, but I could see that her eyes were red from crying. The rest of the flight passed uneventfully. Afterwards I wanted to go up to her and ask if she was alright or there was anything I could do, but I figured she was embarrassed enough as it was, or perhaps I should say traumatized. I often wondered how she managed in the days after the event, how often she thinks of it to this day, and whether every flight brings a flashback to what must have been one of the worst days of her life.Keci
Teachers & Grade School Bathrooms
I went to a moderately large K-6 grade school. I remember this from 3rd grade. As a class we got our bathroom break at 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. each day. There were like 8 or 9 toilets in our wing's bathroom on the 2nd floor. If those stalls, about half had the doors taken off, and this disrupted our privacy. But if you weren't one of the first five in, you got stuck with the open toilets. Not much choice there, they were equally bad if you insisted on privacy. Sometimes, if we had to crap my friend Mina and I traded off. I stood and talked to her in the doorway, then she would wipe and flush, I would take the seat, and she would kind of shield me. That worked well in grade school, but it wouldn't work when we got to middle school.
At mid-year we got this really nice student teacher from the university. Unlike our regular teacher, same came into the bathroom with us each time. She was really personable and at age 20 was about a third of the age of our regular teacher. Miss Jenny would wait until one of the non-doored toilets open, then she'd wipe off the seat, pull her underwear down (she wore thongs something we had never seen before), and take her crap. It always came out pretty fast and she'd be talking to us at the sinks, and she always had a nice smile and encouraging things to say. For example, she would compliment us on or drawing, recitations, and in the case someone was taking too long, call out to Leah or whoever it was that she would hold starting the video for her. That made me realize that on most days, most of us would use the same toilet twice a day.
Miss Jenny jammed the toilet once and told our class about it and how we should report such things to her or our teacher. That way a janitor could get on it before the next class came in and fix it before the next class came in. She was open about it and we could watch he emailing the request in. She told us about one time in high school where she was so upset about something and she fell into the bowel. Someone had raised the seat and not remembered to put it down. Another time the water handle on a sink had been vandalized and it came off in her boyfriend's hand. We were so amused by her stories, the way she told them, I still remember them 15-some years later. I know she's now teaching in our school district, but I don't know which school. She was so authentic and kept our attention. And I remember her to this day.
I wish more of my teachers had an attitude like Miss Jenny did. Too many had repressive attitudes both in the classroom and in vital things each day such as lunch, recess and going to the bathroom.Tricky
Re: Close Calls
Q: It sounds like you have a lot of close calls, have you ever not made it on time and pooed yourself?
A: Not entirely. The closest to pooping myself I've gotten was either a little containable amount of diarrhea in my underwear(which last happened when I was in middle school 25 years ago, and probably the worst of such cases given others in class smelled it), or the tip of a solid log kissing the back of my boxers(which never resulted in more than some small skidmarks). I've always managed to make it to a facility to let out an emergency poop, no matter how monstrous in size. I have had a LOT of close calls though, probably hundreds of them. I eat like a horse, thus I also poop like one, and my 140 lb frame can only hold so much at a time. The vast majority of times I've pooped in doorless stall toilets or completely open toilets, it was an outright emergency where if I didn't use them I would certainly have pooped my pants. And most of those times, there were other people in the room or who came into the room after I sat. Those incidents used to be highly embarrassing to me. Now, I'll use doorless stalls or open toilets without hesitation when I need to poop if that is what I'm presented with, even in non-emergency situations. Holding it in for want of a more private facility had led to said close calls more times than I've cared to count. And if it comes to it, I will sooner poop outside in public before pooping my pants. During any of those close call incidents, my odds of clogging the toilet, even a public commode with high flush volume, are very high. I've probably clogged public toilets 100+ times in my life, and I really feel bad when I have to notify a low wage employee about the cleanup job needed.
Emma two
Poo in the supermarket toilets
My last poo was four days ago and I was desperate to go while out shopping with Sarah this morning. I didn't really want to do it in a public toilet toilet but I couldn't wait until I got home so I told Sarah I was going to the toilet. She said OK and I made my way over to the customer toilets by the café. When I got into the toilets I found all but one cubicle was taped off and the only working one was occupied so I had to wait for a few minutes. I coul te from the smell the girl was having a poo and I prayed she wouldn't take too long because I was about to poo myself. Five desperate minutes later I heard the toilet flush and a young girl in the supermarkets uniform came out. She was a short ginger haired girl who looked about 17 I'd say and she was obviously embarrassed because she wouldn't make eye contact with me as she came out of a very smelliy toilet. When I went in the toilet was streaked with skid marks bellow the water and the seat was really warm so I knew she'd been having a really good poo in there. I sat down and relaxed andromeda I had the most relieving poo I'd had in ages and when I looked in the toilet I reckon I gave her a run for her money with my poo. I wiped and flushed the toilet and washed my hands before leaving the toilets to join Sarah with the shopping.
Maria aka Crystal
What comes in will come out maybe corn?
Saturday Night, Marcus and I were washing the dishes and I think I over feed the oldest child cause she came down holding her stomach and I asked her did she felt like she needed to go sit on the toilet she nodded and I let her know that taking her time and just go on ahead if you need me I be there, so after 15 minutes of washing dishes she came out and said that it's stuck and I went in the bathroom with her turn out it was stuck all right so I find out she been taking things will produce large shape turds . So I went in rubbing her stomach. Finally she was done, the end
Monday, January 31, 2022
Tricky
Question regarding no toilet paper
How many here can relate stories of taking a messy dump in a public toilet or at a friends'/dates house, only to find there was no toilet paper available? What did you do in order to obtain something to clean yourself with?
I poop in toilets away from home very frequently(an average of 2-3 times a day), so I have many such stories to share. I more often than not check to see if paper is there, but in the case of an emergency, I don't have the luxury, and sometimes I do forget. I may type them out in more detail sometime, but a few that stand out:
-in high school, during an extracurricular event at an arena, I pooped in a stall only to find no paper. My teacher eventually handed me some kleenex from under the stall door to wipe with, because there was no paper in any of the other stalls.
-in 2006, I stopped at a gas station while driving to take an emergency poop. My butt was a mess. There was no toilet paper. The sink was outside the bathroom. Eventually, the cute 20-something clerk knocked on the door because I had been in there for 15 minutes. I asked her if she had any toilet paper, and I had to open the door so she could hand it to me, exposing me to her and everyone in the store.
-in 2008, I was driving a long distance and stopped at a rest stop to poop. A janitor, some old black man, was cleaning the Mens' room and got offended by my noises, which started a friendly conversation. I was still poop shy at this point, but this broke a barrier and allowed me to talk to others while using a doored stall from here on out. After I finished, there was no TP. I asked him for some and he handed me a roll from underneath the stall.
-in 2008, at a laundry mat, I took a poop in the single-commode bathroom. No paper. I cracked the door open and asked some customers to have the manager bring me some toilet paper. About a minute later, the manager came by with the TP. She opened the door, handed it to me, then apologized profusely before leaving.
-in 2009, I used the toilet at a Dollar Store. It was an emergency, because I was at the park earlier and was too nervous/embarrassed to use the open stall-less toilet, so I held it until I could make it to the Dollar Store. It came out with a vengeance. There was no toilet paper. A customer eventually tried to open the door, and found it locked. I asked if they could get someone to bring me some toilet paper. The manager came and knocked on the door, and he handed me some paper through the door. The customer was a cute blonde lady with a kid, and I thanked her when I left.
-in 2012, twice in one year, I took a poop at work only to find the paper was empty. On one occasion, the cleaning lady knocked on the door to come in and I notified her of my predicament, and she came in to hand me the toilet roll from under the stall. On another occasion, the janitor was a man already in the Mens' room cleaning while I crapped, and gave me some when I asked.
-in 2016, I used a half stall at a rest stop. While I was pooping, a middle aged dude and his kid of about 13 came in, the man using the urinal and the kid taking a seat in the stall at the opposite side of the room. I could see over the stall as I sat. When I finished, I discovered there was no paper. I asked the man if he could hand me some toilet paper. He checked three other stalls and there was none, and the one remaining stall at the opposite side of the room, his kid handed some paper to him, who then handed it to me. Both me and the kid washed our hands a the sinks at the same time as the dad was waiting outside.
-I took a poop at a girlfriends' house on a first date after eating a big meal she prepared. I couldn't find the paper. I asked her where it was and she told me of a compartment were it was hidden. She was grossed out that I pooped in her bathroom on a first date(apparently it is some sort of taboo), so the relationship didn't last.
-in 2016, the events of the story titled "The Biggest Crap I've Ever Taken" occurred, which happened in a bathroom on the back of a bus. A girl sitting on the back of the bus handed me a roll of paper towels while I had the door cracked open.
-in 2016, I took a poop in a bus station bathroom, and asked a stranger to hand me some toilet paper.
-in 2017, the events of the story titled "Pooping in front of Police" occurred, where I was seated on an open stall-less toilet at a park Mens' room. A cop handed me some toilet paper from the Womens' room, and I got caught on his badge camera.
-in 2018, I used a stall at a Home Depot, and asked an employee in the restroom for some toilet paper. He handed me some over the stall door.Abbie
Latest story
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted for a while, I've got a reply before a new story.
Sofie- I really enjoyed your latest stories, as a very late answer to your question I can't remember ever getting skidmarks in my swimsuit but luckily I've never needed a poo just before going swimming so thats probably why! Also sorry to hear Kirsten and her friends were being so mean when you were going for a poo at school but glad to hear you managed to get a good outcome, I think it was really brilliant that you were so nice to her despite how nasty she'd been to you. I've never understood why some girls would be so mean and make fun of other girls who had to go for a poo in the school toilets, it happened sometimes at my school as well for the first few years until some new toilets opened which were close to a teachers staffroom so the horrible girls would stay away. Maybe some people are lucky with their body clock and can always manage to have a poo before they leave home in the morning or when they get back later on but unfortunately that didn't work for me, I would always get the urge mid morning so it was bad enough holding it in until lunchtime let alone for the whole day! Whenever I've heard other girls on the loo making straining, grunting, farting and plopping noises I have only ever viewed it as a completely natural process that we all have to do, and I'm just happy that they have the confidence to take care of their need and not hold it in which can lead to a lot of health problems and also practical issues like dirty underwear and not being able to concentrate in class. I know for a fact on days when I didn't get time to go for a poo in lunch break I would be sitting in lessons in the afternoon desperately trying to stop a log from poking out in my pants and worrying that my pants would get dirty and I would start to smell, which makes it pretty impossible to listen and learn effectively! I hope you can post more stories soon Sofie!
Anyway, my new story is about when Lydia (Lucys cousin) and her friend Annabelle came to stay at the weekend. We had eaten tea and were chilling out in the living room. I was starting to get a slight urge for a poo so knew I'd have to go and use the loo before too long, when suddenly Annabelle said, "I need to go for a wee, I'm bursting!"
"I think I'm gonna have to go straight after you, I've already wet my pants a bit!" Lydia replied. We'd been laughing like crazy at some funny videos on Lucys phone so I guessed Lydia must have leaked a bit, I know I do sometimes if I get the giggles when I'm desperate for a wee.
"Oh God, sorry, you'd better go on the loo first, I didn't know you'd already wet yourself!" said Annabelle. By now we'd gone upstairs to my bedroom and Lydia was rushing into my ensuite, she dropped her jeans and pink pants and I heard an explosive wee stream starting and up as she moaned with relief. I could see she wasn't exaggerating about wetting herself, her pants had a big dark patch. As her stream started to die away Annabelle was standing next to the toilet with her dress lifted and bunched up so her white pants were visible, she said, "Sorry my pants are showing, I'm just so desperate I need to get on the loo as fast as I can!" Luckily just then Lydia was finished, so Annabelle quickly dropped her pants and I heard her wee stream exploding into the loo, it went on for ages so she must have been desperate! As it dribbled to a stop I could feel my poo creeping closer to my bum, I said, "I'm gonna have to get on the loo soon, I need to have a poo!"
"Oh sorry, yeah, no problem," said Annabelle, quickly wiping and pulling up her pants. "I'm just gonna go downstairs to get a drink!" she called out, and then Lucy said, "Abs, would you mind if I have a wee quickly first?" and I said, "No problem, just hurry up!" Lucy dropped her grey leggings and purple spotty pants and sat down, she started to wee a strong stream but luckily it didn't go on too long before she was done and wiping. "Right, I'm gonna get ready for bed now!" said Lucy as we went back into the bedroom, she pulled up her pants but left her leggings at her knees, she then took them off along with her top and bra and put on her nightie. "Yeah, me too!" I said as I took off my top and unbuttoned my jeans. As I pulled them down I realised I was wearing really grim (but comfy!) pants with pink and yellow flowers which I've had for ages but luckily I feel really relaxed changing in front of Lydia and Annabelle as they wear cotton girls pants which aren't exactly fashionable either!! I took off my white bra and put on my nightie before going into my ensuite, where I lifted my nightie, dropped my pants and sat on the loo. "Actually I might try to go for a poo when your done, I don't think I've been for three days!!" said Lydia.
"Oh God, that's not good," I panted, I had started to bear down and could feel the log moving down towards my bum. As I continued to push Lydia said, "I'm gonna get undressed too but I need to change my pants, I wet them a bit I was so desperate!" She went back into the bedroom but the bathroom door was open so I could see everything that was going on. Lydia took off her jeans and top and then started to pull her pants down, just then Annabelle came back in and said to Lydia, "Oh my God, as usual your showing off your bum!" Lydia poked her tongue out at her as she finished taking off her pants, she then rummaged around in her bag and took out a pair of orange pants with blue butterflies which she put on and then she took off her bra and pulled her nightie over her head. Annabelle said, "Actually I need to change my pants too!" She took off her dress and then bent over to look in her bag, as she stood up I could see that her pants were really tight and had gone up her bum. I was still pushing, the log was getting a bit fatter but luckily it was still moving. Lydia said, "Annabelle, your pants are too small again, you really need to get some new ones!" Annabelle blushed and said, "Yeah your right, I haven't had any new pants for years so no wonder there all too small!!" She pulled down her pants and took them off and then started to put on some lilac pants with rainbows and clouds which she'd found in her bag, she eased them up over her bum with an effort and said, "Actually I think these ones are even worse!!"
"We really need to go shopping next week," Lydia said, "I could do with getting some new pants as well to be honest, some of mine are getting a bit small too!"
"Yeah, sounds like a good plan!" replied Annabelle as she put on her nightie. Just then I felt the log speeding up and it dropped with a splash, I finished with a couple more logs which only needed a bit of a push and then I felt empty, so I took some loo paper and wiped my bottom, then pulled up my pants and flushed. "Do you want to have a try?" I asked Lydia. She said, "Yeah, I'm starting to need it now, I'll wait a few minutes more though, lets go back into your room."
We went and sat on my bed and chatted for a while, then Lydia said, "I think I'd better go for a poo now, I'm starting to get desperate, its gonna poke out in my pants any second!" she said.
"Too much information!" I laughed as Annabelle, Lucy and I followed her into the bathroom. Lydia lifted her nightie, eased down her pants and sat on the loo. She weed for a bit and then I could see she was starting to push, she strained and grunted for some time and said "Sorry about all the grunting, I'm fed up of having really fat poos, I just wish they wouldn't be so huge!"
"I've got exactly the same problem, if it makes you feel any better," Lucy said as Lydia kept on pushing, she had gone really red by now. "To be honest my poos are always fat, but when I'm constipated they get rock hard too and that makes it a real pain to push them out. And I can't help grunting too, so don't worry about it!!"
"That makes three of us!" Annabelle said, "I had a poo yesterday lunchtime, I had to push really hard and I was grunting so loud!"
Lydia bore down again, for the next couple of minutes she kept straining and grunting, and then said, "Its coming out faster now, the fattest part is through, thank God!!" Shortly after I heard a splash and a moan of relief. She passed another couple of logs which required a bit of straining but nowhere near as much as the first, and then wiped her front and bottom. Lydia flushed the loo, pulled up her pants and washed her hands, and we all went back into my room to watch a film. Hope you enjoyed this story, I'll try to post again soon, bye for now!