MD Dan
RE: Cutting the Line in an Emergency
Anthony T: From an ethical standpoint, I don't think there was anything inherently wrong about how the FAs handled the situation. They can't determine how badly each person in line needs to go and make a decision that someone should go ahead of them. How would you even do that? For all you know, someone in line has IBS or incontinence and they are just being more discreet about their own emergency. It's also not the FA's job. They have many other things they are responsible for on a flight, and determining who goes to the lavatory first is not one of them.
Knowing a pilot and having heard other pilots speak about incidents like this one (usually colloquially referred to as a "code brown"), this happens not infrequently on commercial flights. Sometimes even to FAs and pilots themselves. As far as the turbulence and take off goes, that is a major safety concern and there is absolutely no way they can let you get out of your seat during those times. In heavy turbulence, if the plane takes a sudden drop, you can easily be flung up to the ceiling and get a serious injury. This is also something that is not infrequent, but it's usually FAs that are injured in this way as they are out of their seat much more often.
The FAs are responsible for the safety of the passengers and other crew on board. If a passenger is in an area not considered safe (like the lavatory) prior to take off or landing, that take off or landing has to be aborted and delayed until the crew can verify everyone is where they are supposed to be. If a FA allowed a passenger to be in the lavatory during take off, they could potentially lose their job and cause the entire flight to be delayed.
Just some perspective on the situation. It's very unfortunate the woman was humiliated, but from what you've explained, I don't personally see how the FAs could have handled it any differently. I'm sure the airline comped her something for the experience. It's really just an unfortunate situation.MD Dan
Co-Worker Has an Accident
We have been getting a lot of inventory in our warehouse recently due to delayed shipments suddenly all coming in at once, so a co-worker and I were helping the normal warehouse staff out last Saturday to get things sorted and cleaned up. My co-worker is a young Asian woman, 27 years old, about 5'3" and 130lbs. She's relatively fit, relatively attractive, and not afraid of manual labor.
We got in early, around 7:30am or so, to get a head start on the day. The normal warehouse staff (3 other guys) don't come in until 9 on Saturdays. This was going to be an all-day thing though, so we wanted to get started as early as possible. We got in, went over the plan for the morning, and got to work. She had a large coffee and some kind of breakfast sandwich with her from a fast food place when she got in and finished them off while we were going over the plan. The work involved moving a row of skids out of the way with jacks, then using a forklift to load more skids onto a row of shelving, then rearranging the first row of skids according to the order they came in. She isn't trained on the forklift so I would be operating that.
About 40 min after we arrived, we were ready to start putting the skids onto the heavy duty shelving. I tried to put a skid up on a shelf about 20ft in the air and it was hitting something that we couldn't see. It looked like something had fallen off another skid at some point and was blocking part of the shelf. I asked her if she could go up there and try to move it out of the way. She got on the forklift and I lifted her up to the shelf, she climbed onto the large shelf and found the item that was blocking it. She said she needed gloves though because it was a piece of metal and she needed the protection and grip. I backed the forklift up, set the forks down, turned it off, and went to go get her gloves. I came back, tossed her the gloves and got back on the forklift. Except now it wouldn't start back up. She asked what was wrong and I said the forklift won't start. She immediately got worried and asked how she should get down. I said, "I don't know. It's not really safe to try to climb down and we don't have a ladder here." I checked the tank on the forklift and realized it was empty. The spare tank was also empty. The refueling station wouldn't be open until 10am on a Saturday either and it was only a little after 8:30. I let her know the situation and she said, "That's great. I need to go to the bathroom now. What am I supposed to do?" I jokingly offered her a 5 gal bucket. She said, "You know, I might need that. I've been holding it for like 30 minutes now. I really need to go."
About 10 minutes went by while were were exploring options of getting her down safely when she suddenly got really pale and started breathing heavy. She said, "I don't think I'm going to make it. My stomach hurts really bad!" At this point I realized she needed to poop, which hadn't occurred to me yet. I said, "The other guys will be here soon. When they get here, I'll send someone out to get a ladder for you. Just hold on another 20 minutes." She was bent over, holding one of the side rails with her butt facing me and said, "That's not going to happen," and as she said the word "happen" her voice turned into a strain and she started shaking. I heard, from 20ft below her, a loud crackling noise and saw her khaki cargo pants start to balloon out from her butt. She quickly filled her pants with a grapefruit sized ball of poop, followed by a bubbly, loud fart. I heard her strain again, more forceful crackling and popping, and the bulge grew by another 50% and was now sagging down, staining her pants brown.
She didn't even turn around to look at me, and I could tell she was just in shock. She squeezed her legs together and just stood there, not saying anything or looking at me. The other guys eventually showed up and I told them to not go into that part of the warehouse no matter what. I sent someone out to get a ladder for her. He brought it back to me and I told them all to wait outside for about 10 minutes. I set the ladder up and held it for her to get down. I was slightly concerned about her massive load falling out of her pants while getting down the ladder and landing on me, but that didn't happen. As she backed down the ladder (ever so carefully) I couldn't help but stare up at the massive bulge in her pants. It was shifting back and forth with each step and it stunk terribly. Her pants were completely brown on the butt now. She got down, still not looking at me or saying anything and headed to the bathroom to clean up. She didn't live far and called someone to bring her a change of clothes. I told her she could take the rest of the day off but surprisingly, after a few crude jokes I won't repeat, she ended up laughing it off and kept working the rest of the day. She did make me promise (on the threat of severe pain and/or death) never to tell anyone at work about what happened. The other guys knew something was up, and I'm sure they could smell what had happened, as it lingered in the air, but none of them said anything to her. They could probably tell she was not in the mood to discuss it and she does have a fierceness about her, so they weren't inclined to ask.
That's it for now. Take care, everyone.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
I have two stories
1) Is continental from After school with MayJ and Dean
So on our drive back to MayJ house she said that I looked so amazing taking that dump like a true champion and, but it was very soothing when she was there comforting me, I normally don't produce large stinky poop but sense I rarely poop much at school during school hours my bowels has gotten bigger and harder, so when we got there, Dean greets us with kisses and hugs me little bit more and want to make sure that I was okay, I said that I felt fine just little sore , but MayJ helped me through it and Dean kiss MayJ again and tell her thank for being there, so we make it inside I take off my crocs and walk around on the nice comfortable carpet. So we ordered couple large pizzas and drinks, after while , Dean said that he had to go he drank too much soda , so I said I come with as I get off the couch, and he takes me by the hand and we head to the bathroom and we get there, he said that he had to poop also but didn't want to spoil the fun, I told him it wasn't and I pulled down his shorts and boxers for him while he was holding and he sat down on the toilet and I kissed him while he was sitting there he asked what that was for, I said being overcome by fears of poop outside of home and being barebutt he produced quickly and peed while sitting and I got to wipe him. After he flushed and I peed on the toilet and he wiped me. That's all for that story
2) It was Friday night I spent the night back over MayJ but it was changed of weather so I couldn't wear my crocs or shorts, So during the night hour , I felt swollen from eating had few wings and fries, so I went in her bathroom I kept the door open while we were talking but she was doing a blog and I was telling her about would love to be married as I let down my jeans and joggers and panties down around my ankles and farted pretty loud and I guess she heard it and said whoa are you okay I said yes and she came over in her nightgown dress and got on her knees and said was I sure, I yes it's just going to be mushy and soon as I said that it was coming out and she started the water in the shower and she said that I was going need a shower afterwards I said yes, so I let go few more and peed afterwards and after she wiped me and I got undressed and got into the shower and left out came back 15 minutes later laid down a towel for me on the shower window and I stopped the shower and got out and wrapped it around me and got dressed in my pjs which was long shirt and black shorts to my knees and panties, and I put on a pair of socks and that is the end of the story
Tricky
I hate low flow toilets
I didn't take my post breakfast dump as normal this morning, because for whatever reason, my body decided it didn't need to. So my dump after lunch, normally my 2nd of the day, came with a larger than normal mass.
It took about 3-4 minutes to pass. It was a giant log about 15 inches long and 2-3 inches wide. Anticipating that it would not readily flush down, I broke it up with the coat hangar kept nearby for exactly this purpose, and it took me FOUR flushes to get rid of everything. I also had to clean a bunch of nasty light-brown smears out of the toilet bowl.
Makes me wish I had Al Bundy's Ferguson. For someone like me, these low flow toilets end up wasting water. Even if I don't skip an expected dump of the day and everything moves out as planned, it's not uncommon for my offerings to require 2 or more flushes to dispose of, and this is done 3-4 times a day if I stay home the entire day. Even commercial fixtures in public restrooms get clogged by what I produce, multiple times a year at that.
Thus, these low-flow fixtures the federal government mandates are short-sighted and stupid. I need an antique toilet that uses a high volume of water.
Katie
Filled
I had always heard of the term shart, but I had never experienced anything more than like, just a little bit between my butt cheeks and it not even being that bad at all. I've always been able to feel it, and stop immediately when the fart turns into something not ideal. For the first time ever like, my undies were just instantly and completely filled with wet sloppy shit.
I had gone for a run, I had pretty basic attire on like, running shirt, sports bra, sport panties that are tight kinda compression and soft running short shorts that aren't compression or anything. Anyway at the end of my run I was walking home and basically right outside my house I had to fart. Pretty much all through this run I had been farting so it didn't seem like a big deal so I started pushing and, in basically an instant. My panties were just completed filled. I started out pushing with probably a cheeky smile, which turned to dread with my mouth a gasp I think. I hunched over a little as my stomach cramped and my panties became instantly filled. with the compression holding most of it in, it coming up my back and front, than as I stopped hunching and stood up holding my stomach it leaked down the inside of my legs. I quickly moved inside hoping not to spill any and just got straight into the shower.
So gross I thought a shart was always just a little I didn't realise you could just fill you undies instantly pushing on the wrong thing.
Sofie
Constipation ordeal & replies
Hey y'all! Sorry I haven't posted in a couple of weeks, I have been really busy with school and this soccer tournament we have going on at the moment. It's great to keep reading all your stories!
Abbie:
I loved your latest story about Lydia and Annabelle coming to stay. I think it's really great that you have a group of friends (and their relatives) who are comfortable enough around each other that you can pee, poop and even talk about your bathroom struggles without (too much) embarrassment! It's particularly cool that you can share your constipation struggles with friends and don't have to struggle alone. It must be so nice to have like, support and encouragement from your friends when you feel uncomfortable and bloated. It's great that you can push and strain and grunt in front of each other when you need to, without anyone else making fun. I love my friends but most of them are more uptight about pooping and bathroom issues in general, even though I know that several of them struggle with the same problems as me (particularly the embarrassment of getting skid marks or other panty stains at school or other awkward times). I would love to be the first one to open up more to my friends and I think it would help us all if we could be less uptight about that area of our lives, but apart from my one friend Jess and occasionally my other friend Priya going to the bathroom is something you slink away discreetly to do, without ever mentioning it.
Jenny (Skidmarked in Seattle)
I still love reading your stories, and even when you don't post anything new I often go back and find myself reading over some of your old stories haha. I'm blushing, that' embarrassing to admit! It's because I love that you are self-confident and confident enough in your body and your relationship that you can let your husband into that part of your life, and be vulnerable with him about going for a poop and sometimes having dirty panties. Basically I think you are what I aspire to be in a few years time haha. Idk if that makes sense. But I just identify so much with many of the scenarios you write about, particularly pooping at the gym, or getting skids when you ride your bicycle. I also am basically guaranteed to get skid marks if I engage in any activity that pushes my underwear into my butt, no matter what kind of underwear I'm wearing, or whether or not I have pooped since I last showered! I think that when the material gets shoved up between my booty cheeks like that it's almost inevitable that it gets a little bit dirty, right? I'm generally not so embarrassed about those skid marks because I think they are more explainable (I know it's illogical it's not like I can put a post-it note on my skid underwear in the hamper for my mom or sister to find, saying "this pair is justified because I rode my bike on the trail last Saturday" or "this pair was when I got a really bad wedgie playing tennis right after I had taken a huge dirty poo after school" haha! But somehow I feel less bad about those skids, and more bad about the (many) times they appear when I don't have such a good excuse!
Winnie and Dean:
I love your stories and how open you have become with each other! Keep the great stories coming!
LC:
Thanks so much for your reply, I love reading your post. Thanks for the advice about trying changing my position on the toilet to help get more empty when I go and avoid that feeling of more poop being left that I can't push out. My aunt has one of those squatty potty devices in the bathroom at her house, and I actually tried it out when I was visiting last weekend because I remembered your suggestion! Elevating my feet did help a little bit - well, it eased my constipation at least, and let me push out some of the poo. I still did get that feeling of an incomplete turd and a never-ending wipe (and inevitable skid marks when I got home, but I was wearing my dark blue panties that day which saved my blushes) but at least the squatty potty helped me to go when I was struggling.
Okay, onto my story. As I think I mentioned in my replies and in the title, I have been really constipated this past week, it really sucks. I mean it's not uncommon for me to be a little bit constipated maybe the week or so before my period comes, but this was on another level, where I actually couldn't go at all for 3 days (which is unheard of for me). It was made all the worse because my sister actually had the opposite problem, she ate something bad at a bbq she went to with her friends and has been having diarrhea and soft poops. I've noticed her farting more and running to the restroom when we've been watching TV together (we are getting along better at the moment), and a couple of times I think she started because her farts sounded a bit bubbly, and when I did the laundry on Friday several of her panties had some thick poop stains in them.
Anyway, on Tuesday and Wednesday I tried to go for a poo at lunchtime, but I couldn't do it. The second time was frustrating because I thought I might actually have been able to go because I had been pushing for about 10 minutes and with a lot of hard pushing and gasping (my face was all red when I came out, facepalm) I had managed to get the tip out. But right then a group of girls burst into the bathroom and took stalls on either side of me. They were pooping too, but they were being all delicate and ladylike about it, one of them didn't even grunt and just did a single big plop and bounced out of there in less than 30 seconds, while the other girl made a couple of quiet straining sounds and then just dropped a series of dainty little plops over about 10 minutes, occasionally sighing and texting on her phone. But I knew that I was going to have to push a LOT harder to get my awkward poo out, and while I will grunt and strain in public if I absolutely have to, the kind of noises I knew I would make to get this poo out was going to be too loud and embarrassing. So I was stuck with the dilemma of having the tip of my poo finally sticking out, but not being able to push it any further. I knew that if I wiped it would create absolute carnage between my booty cheeks and that I would feel uncomfortable and gross for the whole afternoon. So I actually thought that maybe it would be better if I just pulled my panties up with the tip sticking out, without smearing it in my crack by wiping. So that's what I tried doing, I folded up some toilet paper and put it in the back of my panties and then pulled them up and fixed my skirt without wiping. But if anything it was actually worse, although my booty felt less gross I felt very aware when I was walking to my next class that there was something like, holding me open, and it was kind of smearing and making my booty cheeks slide against each other. But the worst part was half way through class, suddenly I felt this big urge to push and a cramp, and because my hole was already a bit open the turd started to push out further into my panties. I finally managed to clamp my butt shut, but not before like an inch of poo had escaped and was pressing into the toilet paper in my panties. I knew I couldn't stay like that for the rest of the class, so I asked to be excused and went to the nearest girls restroom. When I got to a stall and pulled my panties down it was really gross, and the turd had only been half on the toilet paper pad and the rest had hit my panties and left a big smear which I had to scoop off with more tp. I guess I didn't position the toilet paper quite right or it shifted when I pulled my panties up earlier. Anyhow, I was really self conscious of the time I was taking out of class, and since I knew I was never going to get nicely clean anyway I just did three big wipes digging deep to get as much as I could, and then pulled my panties up and left. I went back to class hoping that people couldn't tell I was blushing, or smell me. I made it home that afternoon without any more drama but I felt gross for the rest of my classes, and like Abbie said it made it impossible for me to concentrate on class, so I missed a ton of content and had to read my friend's notes later. And of course when I went to shower back home, my panties were a DISASTER. I was wearing just these simple Pink cotton bikinis that day and in addition to the poop smear from when my poop pushed out while I was sitting in class, now there was a thick poo stripe up the back which was partially visible on the outside of the material. My sister has been putting some pretty gross panties in the laundry herself this week what with her gastro issues, but I'm ashamed to say that mine were even worse! Right now I put them in the very back of my bathroom drawer, hidden away while I try to figure out what to do with them. I was finally able to go for a poop properly and get the rest out, but I have to go watch a movie with my family now so I will have to tell that story another time!
Mina Hisae Maho Kazumi
PS to Anthony's story
After Mina pressed SUBMIT button, Maho suddenly said, "I am sure flight attendant is busy very much! If accident like this is happened in plane where we are, we must clean unhappy person instead of flight attendant! I will do with rejoicing! Cabin attendant have to do other things, look after other passengers!"
It is good idea. We all nod head.
But then Kazu said, "Even it is man in a trouble, you clean?" Maho is scared of men very much.
Maho's face change suddenly.
Hisae is angel! She jump into conversation and say, "Four women is too many to clean one person! Three is enough! Fourth one must to supervise carry-on baggage of three others. If man has accident, Maholin can supervise and Hisae and Minappé and Kazu can clean trouble man! And if it is woman then off course Maholin join cleaning team, other girl supervise baggage!" and Hisae spank Kazu strongly with big noise with saying these words.
Kazumi face to Maho and put down her head. She show a shame.
Maho jump to Kazu and hug her hard. She forgive at once. Sweet Maho!
Then we all hug hard and kiss. We are happiest women in world. And we are so comfortable with loo things, they never worry us!!
Today we talk a bit more. We think, airsick bag and bedpan are very embarrass maybe. But accident, turds all over floor is more embarrass! So best if bedpan is kept secret and hide some place, only flight attendant know it is there. And in real emergency, we can cover trouble person with blanket. Flight attendant give blanket even before departure of plane, if we ask.
We also thought, situation like Anthony tells is super rare. But it can be happened, so it is good to prepare ourselves.
We hope that all people in whole world never have embarrass accident.
Love to everybody.
Kazumi Maho Hisae MinaMaria aka Crystal
What comes in will come out
Just sitting on the toilet at home pooping while Marcus took a bath this morning. We talked about past times that we share together, Marcus told me soon I get done join him, I said I try grunting with a push, pregnancy over the past times have change my bowels and every now and then I feel loose in my rectum , passing two wide and long pieces dropping in the bowl and I gave one last push and the last one was small but hurt so I wiped a good five times and joined Marcus in the tub while everyone else was sleeping. So after getting cleaned up we got ready for the day and he was able to be the morning speaker at a different church and it was great to see him enjoying talking about God and our love at first sight story. I hope everyone is doing well and have a great week till next time
Tricky
Replies
Re: David P
I have a lot more stories to type, but none of my other experiences were close to what I experienced when that cop walked in on me while I was on the shitter.
Try page 2728, a story titled "Unexpected Visitors". It involved me using another steel park toilet with no privacy back in 2018. I got walked in on by a 20-something black woman while I was defecating.
Eventually, I will type up the story regarding that time I had to take an emergency crap at a convenience store, except the restroom was out of order. I didn't make it home and to avoid filling my pants, dropped trou in a parking lot behind a dumpster, thinking I'd gotten some modicum of coverage. I later found out I was caught on camera by this cute late teen clerk and her manager.
Re: Spurlock
It was when I asked my date for toilet paper from behind the privacy of her bathroom door that I gave away the fact that I just pooped. She even kept the toilet paper hidden in a compartment with a wooden case to hide its existence in her bathroom, as if she was ashamed of it. I was unable to find it without asking her where it was. The fact of the matter is that I eat and poop like a horse, so holding it after eating a big meal she cooked when my body is used to pushing out more crap soon after each meal was not a good idea in the least, especially since I was planning to get her in bed that night and would not want to be simultaneously holding back a turtle head while trying to concentrate on pleasing her. But it wasn't to be. Two female coworkers set me up with her as a date, and they heard about the mountain made out of a mole hill after the fact, and they both thought she was being prissy, mean, and stuck up about the whole thing. Those coworkers were already married, but they were very flirty with me. Both of those coworkers and I have heard each other's pooping noises through the vent between the adjacent Mens' and Womens' rooms on our office floor, so they both got more exposure to my corporeal bawdiness on the toilet than that date ever did, and probably thought little of it. In all likelihood they've seen/heard their husbands pooping as well.
I poop whenever and wherever I have to. For this chick, it was some sort of unforgivable sin. That was one of many reasons a relationship would not have worked with her. Anytime I'm out in public for more than a few hours, odds are greater than not that I will have to use a public toilet to poop. That's just a fact of life I'm used to, but some people just can't accept that. I've known people that have only pooped in a public restroom a small number of times countable with their fingers for their entire life. I'm the opposite, in the sense that I've pooped in public restrooms literally thousands of times, and scores of these poops have been done in doorless stalls or stall-less toilets even with other people in the room. I used to be extremely shy regarding my toilet habits, mind you, but necessity trumps modesty.Kaycha
I stayed dry for 2 days but today, I had 2 accidents, 1 full and 1partial. I should have known the day was going to suck when I woke up with a soaked thru nighttime diaper. My sheets and pajamas were all wet. I changed my soggy diaper. I went pee-pee and got showered and changed. Later while i fixed lunch for me and my boyfriend. I suddenly felt the need to go potty. My legs shivered as I lost a big dribble in my panties. My stomach ached. I turned to leave the kitchen and run to the potty. I started to pee-pee but managed to catch it back. I started to panic. I just knew I was going to pee-pee on the floor. More came out then a little more. I got to the potty, losing more dribbles down my inner thigh as I pulled my pants down. I sat down just as I lost full control. I managed to get most of it in the potty but I still needed dry panties and pants. The wet spot on my pants was The size of a softball and the crotch of my panties was soaked. I was pretty relieved that there was no puddle to clean up. This evening I wasn't so lucky. During a movie I was cuddling on my boyfriend's lap and I guess I fell asleep. Suddenly I jolted awake to my boyfriend massaging my arm and back. It took me a minute to wake up enough to realize my pants were wet. I had had an accident. My boyfriend whispered we need to get you changed. He lifted me up against his chest and carried me upstairs. He stripped off my soaked clothes and wiped me down then he put his fingers inside and began rubbing me. I pressed against his hand then reached down to feel his throbbing erection. As I began to orgasm, I felt myself begin to pee a little on the sheet. I pretended not to notice and we had terrific sex.Luke
Seeking Advice
Hello. I think this is the place I'm looking for.
Please, if you would, I am in search of some serious advice regarding my girlfriend. I have an engagement ring for her. But there's this thing...
I met Meredith online at the beginning of the pandemic. She is a licensed counselor and is part of a private practice offering online therapy & counseling. We connected on a dating sight and began talking. We texted. We used Facetime and Zoom to chat and we really hit it off.
Let me stop and say that she is beautiful. She is way out of my league. She is tall, maybe 5'8 or 5'9. She has a perfect girly figure, with curves in the right place. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and the perfect complexion. I wondered why she even was interested in me.
So, when COVID numbers began to decline in the late summer, we agreed to meet for a date. I did not want to do anything overly romantic, but just something casual so we could continue our conversations. She was very down to earth.
So, we met. She was even more beautiful in person. I noticed her walk was "off." She didn't limp, but just seemed a little unsteady and unsure when she walked.
We had a wonderful lunch at an outdoor spot and just continued to talk.
That's when she told me her story. Right after she graduated from high school (we are both 30 now) she suffered a fall while hiking and injured her spine. She was partially paralyzed. It took her three surgeries and two years of physical therapy before she was able to walk on her own as well as she does. She told me she counsels from her own apartment and doesn't drive.
She told me that she had something else she needed to tell me that was really important to her if we continued to see each other. She was incontinent. She said that she has worn adult diapers since her accident. She said that she had very little control over her bladder, but slightly more control over her bowels.
As she explained it, she has tried to train herself to have bowel movements in the mornings and usually she is fine the remainder of the day. She eats healthy - lot's of fiber from vegetables, cereals, and takes a fiber supplement along with a powerful probiotic so that she does not have any strong urges to go. However, she said that she defecates in her diaper at least 3-4 times per month. She said it's awful when she has diarrhea, which is not often, but she does get sick like anyone else.
She said that she had tried to date a few times and either had an accident or when she felt comfortable to tell her date they would ghost her.
I told her that I really enjoyed being with her and talking to her and that it did not bother me.
It didn't bother me until the fall when she actually had a major accident while we were together. We were driving around looking at the leaves as they changed. We arrived at a stop where some public restrooms were located. She went in and changed her diaper, as it was wet and we began to walk around. All of the sudden she stops, hunches over and has a tremendously large bowel movement in her diaper. The bulge in the back of her pants looked like a huge grapefruit. And without warning to me I felt myself ejaculate. I was so embarrassed. Both of our faces were bright red. We were stunned. It was awkward.
We of course talked about it and I profusely apologized and told her I didn't blame her if she didn't want to see me again. I felt perverted. I had no idea that would be my reaction to the first accident she had in my presence. I felt sick.
She said that she was embarrassed, but knew it would happen and could not believe we had been seeing each other for a few months before her first mishap.
She's had several more since we've been together. Really she said that she was surprised there had not been more. However, each time they've happened I've been really excited, if that makes sense.
One time, though, I was really embarrassed, and I feel guilty for that. We were at a car dealership not long after being vaccinated, filled with people. She told me that she felt off in her stomach and that we needed to leave. I asked her if she needed the bathroom and she said no. About a minute later, without warning, she had major explosive diarrhea in her pants in front of everyone. She was in tears and I was beet red.
So, before I propose to her, I can't hide the fact that I don't get turned on when she has an accident. But I feel gross about it. I also can't hide the fact that I feel embarrassed when it happens in public. I know she can't help it, but it does feel almost humiliating.
But I love to be with her. We love each other. She's my best friend. I'm just not sure about living with this the rest of my life. I feel so conflicted.
Please share with me your advice!
Thanks,
LukeAnna 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.
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.
Cal K
Intro - Pooping at College
Hello! I'm Cal. I've been a lurker for a long time, but decided it's time to introduce myself and start sharing some of my many stories with everyone. Here's a little bit about me and how I became more comfortable pooping in public.
I'm in my mid-twenties now but have had a fascination with pooping since I was about 12 and realized that other guys would actually use the stalls at school to shit. I was always one of the kids who'd never go at school so I'd hold it until I was home. This, of course, slowed everything down and led to me only pooping once every two or three days resulting in many clogged toilets. It took a lot of time and practice to get comfortable going in public. It helped that I had a few good friends who were much more open about taking a dump whenever and wherever they needed to. I'll talk about some of my experiences with them in future posts.
I was getting more comfortable with pooping in public by the time I graduated high school, but then became incredibly nervous about how things would work when I went to college. That first year away was rough. That year I lived in a hall with a bunch of guys who were really just the worst. We were in a hallway that used to be for girls, so our bathroom had only 2 showers in the back and 3 stalls right near the door. This did nothing to make me feel more comfortable with doing my business at college. So, I immediately started looking for some more secluded bathrooms on campus where I could poop in peace.
My initial surveys found a few really good locations. The student union had a few bathrooms that somehow saw very little foot traffic. They quickly became my second go-to spots if I was in my dorm when nature called. If I was out for classes, the bathrooms on the second floors of the academic buildings were almost always vacant. If I was out of my dorm at night and I needed to go, you could find me pooping in any one of the bathrooms in the arts building. These would become my primary spots to go in later years, but that first year I stumbled upon the greatest hidden bathroom in my own dorm building.
I lived on the second floor my first year at college. The first floor had one hallway of dorm rooms that had their own bathroom, but the rest of the first floor was used for random offices for departments that had nowhere else to put people. That's where I found the perfect bathroom for pooping. I discovered it while trying to find a way out of the building that would get me closer to my classes so I didn't have to walk as far outside in the cold. I took a mental note of the bathroom sign and made sure to revisit it later that night.
I went down to that bathroom after I got out of classes that night and immediately knew it'd become my go-to for the rest of the year. The hallway was completely deserted since it was after working hours. I walked into the bathroom and needed to turn the light on because no one had used it since everyone left for the day. It was pretty tiny. One sink immediately to the left after walking in. A partition with a urinal just to the left of the sink. And a single stall immediately to the left of the urinal. That toilet became mine anytime I needed to poop while in my dorm room that year. It was also where I took one of my greatest dumps ever.
Be on the lookout for that story to follow. Thanks for reading and I look forward to sharing more with everyone!
Bianca
Current Post
While enjoying techno music on my flash card back in late 2012, I'm certain I paused it when I went to the bathroom. Btw, when I mentioned my collection being enjoyed in 2013, I was talking about the time when I first had the note taker I use now. Nowadays, I often let my tunes play in the background while using the bathroom. As probably stated previously, some of them are memorable from years ago, so using the toilet etc to music is nice. Hearing my music from my room while in the bathroom reminds me of when as a child I'd leave my Bee Gees tape playing when I had to go. This was my way of creating a musical bathroom. The strangest song I ever heard from the web around the time of techno had whate sounded like repetitive chants said in a whisper with rain in the background. The rain never made me pee, though. My bathroom use today consisted of more than one poop episode. Some of it came out sloppy, including my most recent one. My butt was slippery when I wiped, and the poop raced out with some gas. Bye.
Emma two
Overtime poo
I was working late last night and I was busting for a poo for most of the afternoon. I thought I could wait until I got home but I didn't finish work until half past seven and I was desperate to go by that time. I went to the toilets and found they were empty which was nice and I took a cubicle by the end of the room and sat down. I relaxed and immediately felt relief as my bowels pushed on their own. I peed a full bladder as I'd been holding it since lunchtime as I filled the toilet with a big load of soft poo. It took about five minutes of non stop pooing to get everything out and man it felt so good after that. I wiped and flushed the toilet with my fingers crossed and I was pleased to see most of it went down leaving a lot of thick skid marks in bottom of the toilet. I cleaned that up with the brush and flushed again and now the toilet was prestine. I felt three pounds lighter after that and I left to go home by Uber as I couldn't be bothered to get the bus after a long day at work.
Veronica
Constipated
My boyfriend Carl has had some problems the last few days. Poor baby has been having problems pooping. He came home from work last week and headed straight towards the bathroom. I was in the living room chatting with a friend on the phone. As I was listening to my friend I was also keeping an eye on Carl when he was in the bathroom. He was silent for a few minutes, my conversation with my friend had ended so my full attention was on him. I knew he was pooping since he was gone for more than a minute.
All of a sudden "MMMMM uhhhhh" silently roared out from the bathroom.
I heard the tiniest plop. The shit he made was small I could tell by the plop. I knocked on the door and asked if he was ok. "I'm having trouble shitting" Carl moaned. "Can I come in?" I asked wanting to help and ease his pain. "Um, ok I guess" there was slight
hesitation in his voice. I came in and rubbed his belly for him. He was really uncomfortable. "It's ok baby, I'm here, push!" I encouraged him. He leaned forward and
grunted as hard as he could. I looked down and saw that he had a slight dark log making it's way out. But his anus was stretched wide. I switched from rubbing his stomach to rubbing his back. "It hurts so bad" he whined. "I know baby, it's gonna be ok you'll get it out" I soothed. When my sentence finished he grunted loudly and the turd actually started moving at a fast pace. The end of the log was softer unlike the tip which was rock hard. It plopped in the toilet. It must have been around 15 inches. I gently wiped him and kissed him. He's a little better now, hopefully it stays that way I hate seeing him in pain
Kaycha
One really embarrassing accident from my childhood happened at Shul when I was about 12. I sat in class with the other kids my age for Torah lessons. I suddenly needed to pee-pee. A bit of warm piss escaped and wet the crotch of my panties. I needed the potty BAD. I was a shy kid and I hated calling attention to myself. The last time I had wet my pants at Shul had been about a year earlier. I knew my parents would be especially mad if I had an accident here. I squirmed a Little longer then I released a BIG dribble. I was about to let go on my chair. With tears in my eyes and holding my crotch hard I asked to go potty. I was allowed but my legs were trembling as I left class and deep down I knew it was too late. I tried my best though. My crotch was soaked and I kept dribbling involuntarily. I bent double a few times trying hard not to pee-pee. Another dribble escaped and trickled down the inside of my thigh. I got to the bathroom but not quite to the door before I started to full-on pee-pee my pants. I was wearing a dress and white tights and my tights turned yellow as urine cascaded down my legs and puddled around my shoes on the time floor. I started to cry and rushes into the bathroom and into a stall. I sat in the stall crying in frustration. I was so disgusted with myself. Not a single peer I knew peed their bed much less their pants. I couldn't stay in the stall forever. I finally had to come out and find my mom. She was furious when she saw my soaked, urine stained tights. Without a word, she grabbed my arm, squeezing it painfully as she escorted me out of the building to the car. I was told to get in and wait for them. I cried while I waited. It was miserable sitting in piss soaked clothes and I was starting to need a poop. I was desperate not to poop in my panties. I prayed hard that I could hold it. Luckily I was successful. That afternoon at home, I was paddled hard and made to stay in my room for the rest of the day. Today I also had an accident. I was driving when I suddenly needed to pee-pee. I thought I could wait til I got home but then I couldn't. I pulled over to go potty in the gas station. Out of order. I drove to the next one getting more desperate. I had a pullup on but I hate relying on my pullup like a toddler. My dribbles had made the crotch pretty wet. I had to wait for them to finish cleaning. I hopped from foot to foot, determined to pee-pee in the potty and not in my pants. My belly hurt from holding it. Finally I dashed in. I ripped down my pullup, already wetting in it. I stood there, froze, as I peed down my legs, going in my pants, my pull up and the floor. I pee-peed for what felt like forever. I pulled up my wet pullup and pants and drove home.Hollyrae
Busted up toilets
A couple of days ago I thought I was a real winner. I had woken up early, beaten my grandpa to the single toilet in our house, had the pretty normal crap that I often have to reserve for elsewhere, and I got to school without much of the usual rush. I had 10 minutes to kill before 1st hour so me and my friend finished off our coffees. The problem is that I have a small bladder and coffee goes right through me. Water and soda is the same. Hurting between the legs caused me to hurry into the main bathroom outside the cafeteria. The line was stretching into the hallway and I knew the tardy bell would be ringing. So I walked to first hour science. Sitting high up on my science lab stool almost caused my bladder to split. I raised my hand, nicely asked for bathroom permission as the teacher was starting to hand out worksheets, but two boys sitting on opposite sides of me burst out laughing. One made an offensive hand gesture about an explosion, but our teacher didn't see that and halfway laughed too. Why, I don't know. I almost wanted to cry.
So I hurried to our wing bathroom. Of the row of toilets, several had their privacy door removed, the flushing cycle was stuck on a couple of them, one of them had a crap or pile of crap higher than the water level, plus two of the toilets had a hole in the door where the privacy latch had been removed. I took the middle one. There was no splashes on the seat. I didn't give a shit about no toilet paper because I was just going to pee. I was encouraged when when I latched the security bar.
I dropped my jeans and panties to the floor and settled on the warm seat. It was comfortable, not loose, like the one I had used the previous afternoon. Without any help from my finger my pee started and gained intensity. It was warm and making bubbles between my legs. I think it went for about a minute. I was just amazed at the relief I was getting. Then I stood, upped my clothing, and I yanked at the security bar. I tried flipping it both ways. There was no movement. With my left hand and then my right I tried to shake the door. My fingers were sticking between the door and cubicle and they were hurting after a minute of two of work.
I thought about how unusual it was for none of the first-hour shitters to be coming in. They would help me more better shake the door. I texted Gretchen my friend to get permission from our teacher and then to come in. She reminded me that only one student could be gone at a time. The last thing I wanted to do was to give those bullying boys more to hassle me about. So I knew I had to handle it on my own. I quickly got up on the toilet stool. I had an arm for balance on each side of the stall. I lucked out because it wasn't that wide. And with my best leg, the right one, I gave the door one gigantic foot close to where the latch was. Then I jumped down, and tried it. It worked. There was a partial footprint on the faded yellow paint.
Later during passing period I stopped in the office and told one of the clerks about it. She said that several of the bathrooms probably needed to be remodeled. She gave me a pass to class and my teacher didn't ask any questions.Bianca
Bathroom Lines
Hi everyone. First of all, I hope none of you are freezing your bottoms on a cold toilet this winter. Second, I thought of a neat idea while on my phone waiting to reach someone for a simple question. Just think it would be nice to hear an announcement for when your 1st in line for a bathroom with waiting music in between. Certainly that could make the wait for an urgent toilet need calmer. In my experience, one of the on hold recordings for the chosen department was "Your call is now 1st in line and will be answered by the next available representative". I bet an automated bathroom that monitored the line, and said something using a similar message could be the next future loo. The voice was reassuring, too. Btw, the line was busy, so I hung up. For today, I pooped a lot with mostly solids. Some of it was wetter, and wiping felt nasty as well. I was worried about why it didn't sound like Mom left for work this morning, so maybe my bowels were ready to empty early due to that. I pooped almost four times, and peed a bit extra due to the cold. To Mina: I continue to love the bathroom stories you tell with your friends. All for now, bye.
Debbie
Post Title (optional)Reply to Lucy Loo
Hi Lucy and to others of similar habit. I cannot believe on how many points we match. We are of similar age ,same colour hair[mine is jet black], I too am on the busty side I also live in a semi rural area and have a large garden.Our toilet habits seem almost the same too. I best describe myself as a lazy toilet user, in that I have my fair share of accidents both pee and poo. Because like you I live alone I tend not worry about bladder or bowel urges too much. My new neighbor,Julie who has turned into a great friend does not know of my accidents. But I am sure she wouldcome to the rescue if needed.
As I said I tend to be a lazy toilet user ,leaving it till the last minute. I work from home therefore I dress casually, but once a moth have to go to the city for a meeting ,but we have weekly meetings via the pc. Just the last meeting I needed to go for a shit just as the meeting began. Luckily we can only see each other from waste level up ,so nobody really noticed my discomfort. As the meeting progress so did my urge for a shit. I started to do really smelly farts and I was glad I was seated which helped hold it in. I thou if I excuse myself I might shit myself as I got up. So just held it in for 15 minutes.That was okay till I started to cramp and I could feel the turtle head poke.That wasan OH No ! moment . I bent over to pick up my pen I'd dropped at the same time I completely shit myself ,for the next hour I had to sit in my own mess. Went straight to the bathroom to clean up .
Like you when I am in the garden and need the toilet I just let it happen ,can't tell the number of times I have pissed myself in the garden. Also I have let myself poop too, nothing like a warm bum or crotch lol. I have had a few accidents of both kinds while on the phone or in the car. And I do agree with you it is an erotic feel at times.
The other Saturday was a little different, I had a lot planned for the weekend. I woke early and decided to get up and water the plants outside on the veranda. I knew I needed a piss and had an urge for a shit so I just put on my house shorts which a very old ,comfy but do not hide much. I do not shave my pubic area and being a gal with black hair I am quite hairy which is obvious as it pokes out from my house shorts. I put on a tank top too. So I am out on the porch watering the plants when I see Julie coming back from a jog,she sited me and came over for a chat. I greeted with a hug and continued watering. By then my urges were getting a lot more intense. I was standing with my legs crossed trying to stop myself from pissing. Yes I was getting desperate, usually I would just piss myself on the veranda,but I didin't know what Julie's reaction would be if I had an accident.
I noticed Julie glancing down at my lower half with expose pubic hair my obvious desperation.Then I felt my anus starting to crown, something was about to happen. Julie asked if I was okay , I confessed that I was desperate for a piss and a shit. She told me to go to the toilet before I have an accident. Just as I handed her the watering can and turned around to walk inside I opened my legs and a huge gush of piss ran down my legs. I continued to piss as I walked through the kitchen,then I started to shit myself a lot. Julie came in and saw what was happening. She expressed sorrow at my accident , but told me not to worry as she has done the same. She helped me undress an put me in the shower to clean up. What a day lol.
Lucy you and I are not the only gals who have accidents due holding on too long or out of convenience.
Hope u enjoyed my reply ,Debbie xx
TO BIANCA
MY bowels empty every day , always mushy never in me long enough
to get smelly.In over sixty years less than twenty days I have failed
to have a Number Too.
I keep Bed Pans in bedroom and car to use when ever required
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
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.
Sunday, February 06, 2022