Tyler C
Response to Hannah about Going Poop in My Pants
I'm glad you enjoyed the response. I try to keep my behind as clean as I can throughout the day. I've never really cared for the feeling of poop in my pants, and while it's visually easier to hide sometimes, the smell is almost always a give away. However, much like you, I have had the occasional unfortunate mishap back there a number of times over the years. Pretty much none of those times were intentional, but I can think of a couple that were, albeit under unusual circumstances.
The most recent one I can think of was last summer. This was the height of the Delta Variant, so I was very cautious about how I handled public situations, as I still am. I especially didn't like using public restrooms, especially for pooping. Exposing myself and sitting on a seat where countless others have sat bare-butted and probably even peed on was unsanitary enough before. Add to that the report that airborne particles caused by toilet flushing could spread COVID, and public restrooms are a big no no for me.
Anyways, I was out on a walk in my local park. It has trails that stretch for several miles. One day, I got carried away and walked much farther than I was used to. I then realized that I had to poop, so I decided to turn around and head back. I was farther out than I was used to, and the trail wasn't super well marked and crossed with some other trails, so I actually was lost for a little bit. It took me an hour to find my way back. A normal person might have pooped in the woods, but I hate doing that.
I went to the pavilion at the front of the park with the bathrooms. I went in the men's room, and it stunk! There were two stalls. One stall was clogged, so I went in the second one. I went to put a seat protector on it, but there were none! They also were out of toilet paper and paper towels. They only had the hand air dryer. I didn't know what to do. Should I take the health risk and just sit with my bare butt on the probably dirty seat. I knew it would be pointless to try to hold it till I got home. That's when I thought of a pretty interesting compromise. I could use the toilet, but just keep my pants up while I do so. That way, my bare skin never has to make contact with the seat. So, that's what I did. I hitched my pants up all nice and snug, sat on the toilet, and let it all come out. It wasn't the method of using a toilet most people are used to, but it was effective none the less. The best part of this plan was that I didn't need to flush because nothing was actually in the toilet bowl, and the issue of no toilet paper wasn't actually an issue at all because my pants were already pulled up. The only downside of course was having to walk back home with a little extra luggage in my tighty whities. (which weren't really worthy of the name anymore BTW) I tied my button up shirt around my waist to hide this fact. I didn't really get too close to anyone on the way home, so I don't think anyone smelled me. Although, I think I might have gotten some looks from the kids on the playground I passed by.
All in all, it was pretty awkward and kind of embarrassing, but using a public toilet with my pants up is probably a more sanitary option than using a public toilet with my pants down.
Mina Maho Kazumi Hisae
Dear Audrey, Dear MD Dan
We are sorry Audrey, that we disappoint you but it is too cold now to use our potties, so we wait until more warmer weather in the spring.
But thank you for give us idea. When we used potties, we covered floor with newspapers. We think now, if there is terrible emergency in aeroplane and someone have to do motion in her seat, we can put newspaper or inflight magazine on seat, then if her mushy goes wrong direction, it will damage newspaper and will not damage seat. Dustbin bag on seat is also good idea maybe.
We read post about code brown from MD Dan. We also think flight attendants were correct. And we think, seat belt is necessary very much, if poor girl have to defecate in her seat in a turbulence she must still have seatbelt even it is a bit loose. If she is travelling alone, very hard we think. So she has to be extra careful. If she is travelling with someone, much easier. Travel partner can help her under blanket, but of course with fastening seatbelt.
In loo, there is no seatbelt, so like MD Dan said, her head will hit ceiling.
But like we said before, golden rule is, do motions before you get on plane. Travel guide in Japan never say this. On tour bus, they say, go to loo when we have toilet stop, but in airport they never say. Some people with no experience of aeroplane don't know about possible of delay plus takeoff plus turbulence. Tour guide should speak this very clearly.
Now it is Olympics in Beijing, we watch on telly. Skater and skier probably know rule, do motions before skate or ski. It is same with plane. We all say each other, "we hope she did motions before skate."
Maho is still angry very much to boys who snicker. "I scratch their face" she say many times. Mina and Kazu and Hisae also angry, but don't say. Maho's fingers look like claws of angry cat. Silly boys have to beware virago Maho!
Love to everyone, and a best wishes to pilots and flight attendants in whole world so they don't have to deal with loo emergency on their plane.
Hisae Kazumi Maho MinaTricky
Re: Cal K
I really liked your story and can relate to it.
I think eating a lot of healthy plant-based foods that reduce inflammation in one sitting, such as green beans, can lead to large bowl-filling bowel movements. I have had many experiences as you describe, albeit the results usually are very messy and not clean, and I have clogged public toilets scores of times throught my life, usually as a result of such large movements.
In college, I even had a preferred pooping spot: the Mens' room of a building that had lots of sociology and womens' studies courses, and where I rarely ever saw male students. I was able to poop in complete privacy there in a one-stall one-urinal arrangement at the Mens' room that no one else ever seemed to use. At the age of 19, I was still a shy pooper, and while I didn't hesitate to use a stall with other people in the room if need be, I preferred pooping alone and went out of my way to find a good spot. This hidden gem of a Mens' room was also a good place to read while I pooped, as I could take my time without worry of intrusion. It remained my preferred spot until an incident drove me away.
I once had to use it to take an exceptionally large bowel movement from being constipated in the days before, and as I walked to the Mens' room, there were these five college girls sitting at a nearby table having a study session who were distracted by me as I walked by into the Mens' room. Men were a rare sight in this building, and they watched me as I walked by them.
I went in as usual, and proceeded to poop. About 3 minutes in, the janitor knocked on the door and opened it to announce her intent to enter, just as I was letting out a long fart that I couldn't stop because of the large log of poop hanging out of my butt preventing me from closing my anus up. In the attempt to pinch it off to stop the embarrassing farting noise, *BLOOSH*, a log loudly splashed the water as a result. I announced my presence in the room and heard the girls at the nearby table talking, and then heard one of them laugh. I was not sure if the laugh was from hearing my fart and subsequent log splash or if it was something they were discussing, but it was embarrassing to me, and at minimum, the janitor heard it. As loud as it was, they all had to have heard that. She shut the door and went elsewhere. I continued pushing out more, and it kept coming. It took me about 15 minutes to finish because it kept pouring out. Some would drop into the bowl, and there would always be another large volume pushing on my back door that I wouldn't be able to hold back. It was too hard to pinch off towards the end. In spite of all the time I was taking, I was actually trying to hurry since she first knocked on the door. About 15 minutes after the first knock, I heard the cleaning cart rolling towards the door, and the janitor knocked again and opened the door while I was rolling the toilet paper. I told her I was almost done, and she shut the door. I wiped up. When I got my pants back up, I surveyed my handiwork. There was a colossal brown coil of excrement filling the entire bowl, a giant rope about 3 inches thick, and many feet in length. It rested above the water line. It must have been 5 lbs or more. It not only didn't budge when I flushed, but because this toilet offered enough water and suction to swallow a small child, everything started to flood. This toilet had quite a lot of suction to it, but it was no match for all the food I went through in the prior days. I washed my hands, defeated, as everything I left started to flood the area in the stall around the commode. There was no hiding from what I just did.
This fat lady in an apron with a mop and bucket was waiting outside the door, and the girls were still at the nearby table. I had to tell the lady what happened, and the girls at the nearby table looked my way as I apologized to the janitor for clogging the toilet. It was obvious what had transpired to all by that point. I was too embarrassed to return there to use that Mens' room again until senior year, and simply made due with using the stalls in more crowded locations hundreds of times after this happened, usually with other people in the restroom. And yes, I clogged other toilets on that campus as well, sometimes with other dudes in the room who got to see me exit the stall as the floor flooded.Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Yesterday after school I didn't want to hear it anymore why I didn't poop , or what is going wrong with me, so I walked home turned off my cell phone, I just didn't want the stress, so on my way home walking I started to feel like the need to go, so I took the long way to, on my way I go through the park and see a portal potty, and I go inside of it.seeing it hasn't been used two rolls of toilet paper and all and I hook my back up and lock it, and I undid my jeans all the way to my ankles and panties and sit on the toilet boy was it cold, but felt good so I scoot all the way I take off my mask . Strain some things start coming out hard and knobby, thud after thud felt like 6 pieces out of me , so I get up and love my creation 4 medium and two small pieces and I got back on the toilet and trying to see I can get a long piece and I push with all my might. I felt this long wide stretch inch by inch it was coming fast enough and it was felt amazing, I never used this portal potty before but I highly recommend myself going back to it, so it finally broke off and and I see my long piece and it the shape of a c , I take the toilet paper and wiped a good 10 times. I pulled up my panties and jeans and grabbed my back pack, and exited out. Feeling much better on my way home from the park I ran across my ex house thinking about the memories and I stopped by and to see his family. I spend couple hours over there, and from there I went home, took a steamy hot shower afterwards took a nap and got dressed for dinner and ate and did homework and went back to sleep. This morning on my way to school Dean and MayJ didn't say much to me but that was good to me cause I needed that time for myself and if he reads this I hope he understand someday that I needed that time for me. Well I better get going I'm done peeing and I didn't want to be late for class and ps they need to stop calling it Chinese food, it's really not Chinese food is totally different than what you get from buffets , my people cook the food but call it Chinese cooking the food but not Chinese food.Sarah
Girl and Her Big Poops
Hi I thought I'd introduce myself briefly and then share a story. I'll plan on sharing some more stories in the near future.
So my name is Sarah. I'm 26 years old and living in Texas. I am 5'7" and weigh about 120 lbs. I work as a personal trainer within a large commercial gym. I am fascinated by this site and the other posters on here, a number of whom I totally relate to. Pooping has always been a big pleasure of mine. It's come to be something that I truly enjoy and look forward to. I would consider myself a "good" pooper in that I am very consistent in doing solid, well-formed logs. In addition, my deposits are quite large in size, another sign of good health. I usually only go once every two or sometimes even three days, with the occasional day where I'll have two poops.
As a result of the size of my typical loads, standard residential-style toilets almost always requires a bit of "assistance" from a plunger in order to get my entire deposit down. The more powerful commercial-grade toilets found in many public places fare a bit better, though even those can't always handle my output. The restrooms at the gym I work at are of the commercial type, and I'll still stop one up once a week or so.
As a frequent toilet clogger, my family and many friends are aware of what I can do on the toilet and it has earned me quite the reputation. Among close friends, I'm know as Big Pooper Sarah (really rolls off the tongue doesn't it?). I was embarrassed at first but have come to embrace it. I also actually don't mind the usually required unclogging job that follows my dump. Needless to say, I've gotten pretty adept with a plunger thanks to the hundreds if not thousands of hours of experience I have. I have worn out probably a dozen or more plungers in my life due to the amount of work I subject them too. My boyfriend jokes that I need to find a toilet plunger subscription service!
Now onto an actual story…
At the gym I work at we have a single-occupant staff-only bathroom that we can use so that we don't have to go all the way into the locker rooms. The staff bathroom only has a normal residential style toilet so I avoid it (no problem clogging my own toilet, but don't want to inconvenience others in public if possible). Last week, I was scheduled for a 1-on-1 session with a brand new client I'd never met. I had just finished up teaching a group class and had about 15 minutes before I needed to meet the new client. I hadn't pooped since the morning of the previous day, so I took the opportunity to go do my business in the locker room. The locker room has 3 stalls and all of them were empty so I chose the handicap stall. I pulled down my leggings and sat down on the cold seat. Since I wasn't desperate to go, I had to do a bit of pushing to get things moving. Meanwhile, two other women has come in and taken the other two stalls. As I sat there working on my own log, I could tell that they were both also pooping. I had my log about halfway out when someone tried to open my stall door. Luckily the lock did it's job and didn't open. In a partially strained voice I said "just a minute". Knowing that there was now someone waiting and that neither of my neighbors seemed to be in any sort of rush, I really focused and pushed hard to get the rest of my log out. It finally ended and quietly slid into the toilet. After a single clean wipe, I stood up and was surprised to see how big my turd was. It was probably 12-14 inches long and a couple inches or more thick. The toilets in the locker room are strong, but I was pretty sure this one wasn't going down. As I turned back around to pull my leggings back up, the auto-flush triggered. I didn't even have to look back to hear the toilet come to a choking halt mid flush. I had clogged it. I turned back around to see my turd stuck about halfway down the hole and the water level of the bowl rising far higher than it was supposed to. We didn't keep plungers in any of the locker rooms so I had to leave and inform the janitor staff. Had I not had an appointment to get to, I might've waited on one of my neighbors to finish and leave so that the woman waiting would go into theirs rather than mine. But since I was cutting it close, I had to suck it up and exit the stall, admitting to the middle aged woman waiting for clogging the toilet. I could tell she was a bit taken aback by my forwardness but she said she was just needing to pee and was in a rush and wouldn't mind. I apologized again, heading to the sinks while imagining the eyeful of my huge turd that poor woman was about to get. After washing my hands, I quickly made my way to the main lobby to meet the new client. I was about 3 minutes late but luckily the client was as well. A couple minutes passed and the woman from the locker room walked into the lobby. Well it turns out SHE was my client. We introduced ourselves to each other which was obviously quite awkward, especially given that neither of us said anything about the locker room encounter despite us both undoubtedly thinking about the fact she just had to pee with monster turd sitting below. Her name was Janet and fortunately she turned out to be very nice. After the 1 hour session, as we were saying goodbye, I decided I had to break the ice and apologized yet again for the bathroom ordeal. She chuckled and said not to sweat it. She admitted she was quite impressed by the size of my turd. I laughed myself. I have my second session with her tomorrow. I think this time I'll skip the bathroom trip between my class and her lol.
Hope others will appreciate my awkward situation. Has anyone else ever clogged a toilet with a person waiting in line for it? I'd love to hear from others. I'd be lying if I said this was the first time I've had to apologize to the next used for putting a toilet out of order, but the added complexity of her actually being the person I was meeting with made it worth sharing.
I'll end this post with a brief survey for my fellow big poopers.
1. Have you ever clogged a toilet with a person waiting?
- answered by my post
2. Have you ever used a clogged toilet? If not, would you?
- a handful of times. Usually it's me using my own clogged toilet that for one reason or another I never unclogged. One time I used a toilet that someone else clogged. I may share that story on here.
3. Do you feel more proud or embarrassed (or something else) if you manage to clog a toilet?
- definitely a bit of both. Mostly pride though I'd say
4. How often would you guess you clog a residential-style toilet?
- probably 4 out of 5 times I poop
5. How often would you guess you clog a commercial-style toilet?
- 1 in 4 or 5 I'd say
Thanks in advance for your answers! Best wishes to all!
-Sarah
Anna from Austria
embarrasing poop at supermarket toilet
Hello everybody a few days ago I had a public poop that was more embarrasing than te average. It was not more embarrasing than my average poop technically it was more due the different cirumstances.
I do not have any problems with beeing heard when the other ladies in te toilet do not know me on a personal level. Not the biggest fan of it either, it still feels a bit embarrrasing but not as much as when the other people know that I am respoinsible for the noise and the smell.
Such event happend to me a few days ago at my local super market. I was doing my daily grocery shopping when I had to number 2 suddenly. The urge came out of nowhere. At first I wanted to hold it back until I was home but I soon released thatI won't make it at home with unsolied panties and pants.
Super Markets here in Austria do not have toilets for teh costumer. Youcan only use the staff toilet by request. I had to ask one the cashiers if I can use the bathroom and luckily my request was granted. The only catch was that the toilet was near the offices so the cashier had to keep an eye on me to guard the offices. She did not told me that but I think that was the reason why she was waiting near the toilet door when I was in there.
The toilet was a single room toilet with a rather bad ventilation system. I pulled down my pants and paties and as soon as I was seated I had to doo a loud fart, and then my first turd slided out my butt. I did another fart and s second log. Then I was done. Due to bad ventilation system it smelled really bad in the toilet. While I was doing my number 2 I had no idea that the cashier wa waiting near the toilet. You guys can imagine my surprise when I left the door and the cashier was still standing nearby. She did not say anything but it would have been an miracle if she did not hear anything. The Toilet door did not look that thick.
I just said thank you for letm use the toilet and left after picking up the food I have purchased.
I still feel a bit embarrased that she might have heard my while doing my usual load poop.
that's my story for today
greetings from Austria
Anna
STEPHEN
I carry a bedpan in my overnight bag , surely passengers could carry
a pan in hand luggage. Many times I have used in car so I would have
no problem using it on an aeroplane. Place under my bum fasten seat belt
pull anorack over my lap pee and poop , remain seated until able to release seat belt .
When I push to get started in car some of the effort is absorbed through
the seat .I have Number Too every day sometimes twice I never wait until
desperate .If you carried disposable bed pan in your hand luggage you
could leave in rubbish bin on plane .
Purchase some Bed Pans , sit in front of television when you need a
Number Too slide it under your bum ,and let you bladder and bowels open
this will give you a practice run in preparation for your journey.
When I wipe I always use Shades kitchen Towel
Adrian M
On Friday I had mild food posioning after me and a few friends went out for dinner. After we went to my friend Ashley's house where I had to run into her bathroom to let out a
Bout of diarrhea. I was so embarrassed because they could all hear me blowing up her bathroom. And it stunk too. When I got out she asked me if i was ok. I nodded but said my stomach was in rough shape. Sometime later i sneezed and a little shit came out. I ran to the bathroom again for round 2, and my boxers had a brown stain in them. In defeat I decided to go home. I told them i was sick so i left. Its really embarrassing that my friends especially the friends that were girls heard me have diarrhea.Nick
Wifes hotel poop
My wife and I decided to take a weekend trip recently, it was only a few hours away. We stopped and got lunch and continued on our way. About an hour away my wife let out a fairly loud toot as she calls them, and said she needed to poop but could hold it until we got to the hotel. We checked in and went to the room where she started unpacking, she let out another stinky fart and grabbed her phone. She went into the bathroom and left the door half open, she sat and started peeing and tooting right away. She sat for a few seconds and I started heaing plops followed by farting. She said it felt really good to go, but more was coming. She started talking about our plans and then let out a bunch of little plops. She started to wipe and flushed the toilet.
STEPHEN
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Friday woke @ 6 pm went to kitchen made cup of tea followed by two
bowls of weetabix with hot milk ,back to bedroom sat on thetford 245
porta pottie had a Number Too wiped three sheets of Elsan Blue toilet
paper another three sheets folded oblique followed by two folded double.
Had a bath got dressed , empted pottie in toilet , rinsed with water
from bath , filled pottie with two litres bath water bottom tank ,one
litre top tank. Cleaned the bath carried pottie to van in carrying bag.
I then drove to attend dentist appointment ,parked van had a wee in
pottie walked three hundred yards to surgury.one hour later returned to
van had wee before driving off . called into supermarket on way back home
parked van on drive had a wee ,went into house.
I sat in chair a few hours before going to bed ,when I woke Saturday
felt groggy had tea went back to bed a few hours later @ 3pm I woke needing a Number Too pulled Oak Leaf Bed Pan under my bum and opened my
bladder and bowels .wiped with four sheets of kitchen towel .placed pan
into bucket . Soon after I fell asleep .woke up @ 6pm needing a wee placed Jones Relax Bed Pan under my bum when my bladder was empty got
out of bed and emptied both pans . went into garden and rinsed in water butt.
Sunday woke up had three mugs of tea washed off van climbed inside lowered my jogging bottoms and pants sat on Thetford 245 pottie and had
a Number Too wiped with three sheets of Elsan Blue folded oblique followed by another three sheets folded oblique ,then two sheets folded double. I emptied pottie rinsed with water from water butt , filled with
Two Litres of water in bottom tank ,one litre in top tank.placed into
carrying bag and returned it to bedroom.
Kaycha
I woke up this morning with a sagging pullup showing clearly thru my pajamas. I had clearly wet more than once. My boyfriend calls it my "10 lb diaper." I saddled to the bathroom only to realize my diaper had leaked a little and my crotch was wet. I went pee-pee in the potty then showered away my nighttime shame. Later in the day, my boyfriend and I went grocery shopping. We were half way thru when I suddenly needed the potty. I needed to both pee-pee and poop. I started to panic a little. We were so far away from the restrooms. Of course I had a pullup on, but I desperately didn't want to make a poop in it. T hats always such a messy awful clean up. I squeezed my legs together determined not to wet myself. My belly began to really hurt and I dribbled. My poop was trying to poke out. I held my hand over my butt and desperately held my vagina with the other. I was trying not to cry. It's been nearly a year since I last went poop in my pants but it's so awful when it happens. I held on tightly as I went as fast as I dared in the direction of the bathrooms. I didn't make it. My poop pushed out. I froze. My soft load was coming fast into the butt of my diaper. I began going pee-pee. A man and woman walked by me as I stood awkwardly off to the side of the aisle, clearly going in my pants. They stared hard as they passed me. My cheeks grew hot and tears filled my eyes as I finished a huge poop and the last streams of pee-pee ran out of me, wetting the crotch of my diaper. It was obvious to anyone that I'd had an accident. My boyfriend caught up with me and took me to the single use family restroom. He helped me strip down my pullup. To my embarrassment some poop had even squished out the legs of my pullup and gotten on my pants. Cleanup was a HUGE messy process but we finally got done and went home to take an afternoon nap which we love. I didn't need to go pee-pee anymore but I did try. Hoping to wake up dry, I climbed into bed with my boyfriend and we conked out for 2 hours. When I woke up, I realized I had wet my diaper again.Audrey
Mina: I love the idea of a bedpan on a plane for emergencies, although in turbulence there might be a mess! Can you try posting more about peeing and pooing in the training potties?
Sherryl: have you ever used a bedpan or a training potty? Have you tried pissing in a bottle?
Thanks for the tips, although I don't think I'll get to do any of those in the immediate future.
Marie: any updates?Bianca
Strange Tales
Once a while back ago, I had a dream in which an elevator became a toilet. The part that made it a toilet was that it had a trapped door in the floor. All the water in the trapped door from the pee and shit would be made clean, and the dried poop would become dirt. Sometimes, my sleep aid has been in my dreams, and this one it was no exception. I lived with the staff from dayhab, and they enjoyed running the music setting during the day. Nothing much happened in this dream other than when people had to go to the bathroom, they would all compete for the trapped door in the elevator. In another dream featuring my unit, the device itself became obsessed with picking up stray signals. It once turned all the audio tracks into songs about how my toilet loved to swallow poop. I then cried about wanting things to go back to normal, and they did. The toilet turned my machine into a big chunk of poop which it than ate, and my normal one magically appeared. Now, time for some poop moments in my present life. Yesterday, my brother's truck needed a tow, and I just didn't want to be left alone during the wait close to 11 PM. This gave me some extra soft somewhat messy poops. I had one poop in the afternoon today that seemed a little better then before, but still messy. Bye.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Hey guys hope everyone week is good so far
Sofie: thanks for your words of encouragement hugs and kisses
Just a story that I wanted to share with you all.
It's lunch time, I'm sitting on the toilet while MayJ is on the other toilet cause the other one is in use , so Dean told her that I been slacking on the toilet, so the bathroom monitor asked how much she said 20 sheets so the teacher said forget it just use the bathroom in the library, so we made it to the bathroom and I saw legs and jeans and panties around ankles, and brown boots so I knew that girl . So MayJ took me to the middle stall and asked me to use it, I said that I didn't feel the need, but by the way they lifting the new rules, but anyway she said drop them and sit I said that I'm good really, so she took me by my belt and pulled me in for a kiss and rub my thigh I gave in I said I will try, so I unbuckle my jeans and panties down to my knees she said all the way I said okay, I let them drop all the way on my way sitting down she rubbed my thighs .
and I been sitting on the toilet while those two blow it up. I did pee some but let me fake it now so I catch everyone later oh wait I feel something, oh false alarm it was just hard gas , but I will try again later
Jennifer
Questions
Hi!
Hope you're all doing fine! Some quick questions for you men with slow digestion. What kind of support would you like to have if you're constipated? Not making a big deal of it? Something else? What would make it easier for you to tell your significant other (if any) if you are embarrassed?
And how about diet? I know some men think about protein and so on to "build" muscle. Are you reluctant to fill up on fiber in case you miss out on that protein?
Also at least in the country where I live, it seems constipation is more of a "women's issue", e.g. if there is ever a laxative ad on the TV or similar, then it's always a female actor and so on. Maybe this view makes harder to talk about in some way?
Centalia
Boyfriends, craps, attractions and erections
Looking back from the perspective of being in my late 30s, I now find the boyfriend, craps, attractions and erection discussions to be of special interest. In my junior high, which was a large older school, they took the entrance and exit doors off the restrooms to try and cut down on smoking and the hanging out stuff that was happening. Problem was that if you were assigned a first or second seat closest to the door of several classrooms, you could easily see into the bathrooms and under the halfway high panels, legs of those seated on the toilet, and sometimes even multiple flushers being pushed in unison. Two of three times a week the guy sitting behind me in social studies would sign out for the bathroom, and I would watch him walk around the entry wall, disappear for a couple of seconds, and then he would back into a toilet stall, his shorts or jeans would hit the floor, and with his feet still, he would do his crap. Sometimes the sit would be 5 or 10 minutes; other times it would be faster. Often he would walk to the other side of the room and apparently wash his hands. Sometimes he didn't even flush and would hurry back into our room and slide into his desk.
When I told some of my friends about this, they didn't believe me. But then they found it was true. Very true. In 6th hour art, the girls bathroom was right across the hall. Guys would come in for the front seats early and watch the action across the hall as we would do our pees or occasional craps. A couple of times the guys laughed when I came in and took the seat at my assigned place. I found out they had been watching my red sweats come down and then me turn and wipe outside their view. One of the guys was Ian who was kind of a nice guy and we became closer friends. One night after a basketball game he had to crap. We were in a little used hall near our lockers. He invited me to come in and keep him company during his dump. There were no doors on any of the stalls. He was very deliberate. He turned into the first toilet. Walked around the side and dropped the seat. Like me, he was 13 or 14, but he looked very confident as he dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor and dropped himself on to the front of the seat that was much larger than most of us had at home. As he made a joke about it might smelling bad I looked between his legs and saw that he had a partial erection. He used his right hand to push it down a bit and tried to position it against the front of the bowl. As he sat there, looking down between his spread legs, I started to get more attracted to Ian. But his crap came out in one or two large pieces and he immediately started wiping from his seat. He said not to worry and that his mom would wait. I noticed two things about his wiping. He seemed to wipe from back to front. Then he would throw it into the bowl behind his butt. I was so surprised that he never looked at the paper. I also noticed that his erection had subsided.
When we walked through the largely dark building for the parking lot, he told me that his mom would be happy that he had crapped. Otherwise, he said it would have been an enema the next morning. I had never had one and I asked him about it. He was telling me about them when his mom flicked on the car lights and we got in. I was surprised that even though there was a guest in the car, they continued to talk about his constipation. Ian and I became better friends and later dated.
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
I'm not sure anyone celebrating Valentine's Day, I know that we are I'm so excited cause on Friday I get to celebrate it with MayJ and he going spend it with her on Saturday and I'm going spend it both of them on Sunday, and on Monday Dean and I are not going to school. So geek and I'm going be getting the works done. And I took a pee trips at school today and this evening small amount of poop , don't really feel hungry this past weekend.
Cal K
Massive Dump from a Chinese Buffet
This is the follow-up to my initial post, the story of my all-time greatest shit.
It was March of my first year and I was finally getting more comfortable at college. I'd found my people and my place to relieve my bowels. Life was good. One of my friends decided to treat a few of us to dinner at a local Chinese buffet. The food at my school wasn't bad, but this was one of the first times I'd gotten to eat off campus that year so I ate everything. I do not remember a time before that when I'd been able to eat so much in one sitting. I tried just about everything, but kept going back to the green beans with every plate that I got. I don't know what this place did when they cooked those beans, but they were unbelievable. They were crunchy and oily and garlicky and I couldn't get enough of them. I left that buffet incredibly happy.
I always think about how the things I eat will impact my bowels and I remember thinking how grateful I was that I'd found somewhere on campus where I'd be able to let this Chinese-fueled beast out in peace.
I went about my business the next day feeling completely fine. I went to classes, ate the same amount as always, and started to get a little concerned that I'd overloaded my system. I finally felt some rumblings downstairs late that night. I waited about 30 minutes to feel like it was time to do the deed. It was one of those feelings of fullness that you feel all the way up towards your stomach. I was loaded.
I made my way downstairs to the first floor with a little difficulty because of the discomfort. As I made my way towards my pooping bathroom I had my eyes set to find the crack at the bottom of the door. You could see the bathroom light under the door and that almost always meant someone was in there. Tonight though, everything was dark and the coast was clear. I was safe to do my business in peace.
I walked in, one hand automatically went to the light switch while the other started to undo my belt. While that hand worked, the first shut and locked the stall door before helping the other unbutton then drop my pants and underwear. Because I needed to poop so badly, this all happened in only a few seconds. I grabbed my phone out of my pants and set them down to my ankles before settling in for the work ahead.
Let my preface this by stating that my usual trips to the toilet are fairly straightforward. At that point my poops were pretty quick and quiet. There'd be one good size log and maybe a smaller piece to follow immediately after, but that was it. However, this wasn't the case the night after the Chinese buffet.
Once I'd relaxed in my private bathroom, an audible fart reverberated in the bowl. This was quickly followed by a long rope of poop that crackled as it came out. Because it was the first piece and I was so loaded, I didn't need to do a thing. My body released it automatically and it felt wonderful. After a little break, I gave a slight push which started another crackling departure. This bit was a little looser and louder but felt just as amazing, especially as I could feel the pressure inside me releasing. I gave my body another break for a few minutes and savored the feeling of another load inching towards the exit.
By now the smell was getting pretty intense, but I felt too good to be worried about the embarrassment of someone coming in while I was filling the toilet.
After another minute or two of waiting, I figured I should work towards wrapping things up and gave a pretty solid push, loudly blasting out the last few pieces before finally feeling empty. I let myself have a minute to recover before starting the cleanup process. Afraid that things would be a little messy and need a lot of paper, I stood up to examine my work before it got covered. I knew this was one of the greatest dumps of my life, but I wasn't prepared for just how much I'd see in the toilet. Up until then I'd joked with my close friends about "filling the toilet", however, and this is no exaggeration, this time I did. I have never before or since seen so much shit in one bowl. The first few bigger logs were swirled around the bottom, while the smaller pieces were floating above them. I grabbed my phone for photographic evidence and then sat down to wipe.
I was fearful that it would be a disaster, but somehow there was minimal damage. I'm sure it was the oily content of the massive amount of Chinese food and green beans that saved me the trouble of cleaning up for hours. After three passes I was clean.
I took one last look at my massive pile then flushed it away. These toilets were serious, they needed to deal with partying students after all, so it took everything down in one go. I washed up and left that bathroom feeling like a new man.
Unfortunately, I've never since been able to take a dump remotely close to that, so the rest of my stories will be far less impressive. I look forward to sharing more, though. Thanks for reading!Mrs BigandHard
More difficult bowel movements
Hello all,
As usual this morning I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet waiting for my bowels to start moving. I had been eating a lot of cookies and cheese sandwiches during the previous few days.
After a while I felt something start to happen. ... I felt my butt hole start to widen and stretch wider and wider.
It started to hurt , stretching me like a tight rubber band.
I strained harder... Trying to force this big hard turd out. No luck.
So I reached around and with both hands and my fingers to pull my butt cheeks apart. Then I inserted my finger to try to pull my anal opening wider. As I did that I could feel the hardness and width of my bowel movement that was approaching.
So to no avail I had to use my finger to "dig the hard chunks out".
This took me about twenty or more minutes.
While trying to get it out , the hard chunks were falling into the toilet like "plop , ...deep breath .. strain nnnn..Plop deep breath ..
Push hard... nnnnn . Plop, Plop, nnnn Plop
Thanks all ,
Mrs BigandHard.
Tuesday, February 08, 2022
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.Mina Maho Hisae Kazumi
Reply to Anthony
Wow, what a terrible story you told us. Mina had a great trouble to translate because she couldn't stop her crying. Maho and Hisae and Kazu told Mina to stop, but Mina refused to stop, and finished to translate with loud sobbing. Then 3 crushes took her to loo where she did a diarrhoea for very very long time and huge volume. Mina is stupid stupid crying baby and her stomach and intestine also stupid very much.
That was yesterday, Thursday, in evening, and today we talked about the happening. Mina is fine now and not crying so she can type. Kazu gave interesting information. One of her friends from college work for airline, not Japanese one. Once when flying to Japan she had a food poison. She need to do motion very very soon but there was long line for loo, reasons of that were similar ones to Anthony's story. So flight attendants took her to business class loo, not long line there. So she didn't have accident, she filled business class loo with huge cowpat many times but all clean.
But perhaps Anthony's plane didn't have a business class?
Maho said, "if someone behind me have such emergency, of course I let her go first!!" We all agreed. Emergency is emergency!
Maho was angry very much about boys' snicker. People who say "poor girl" are more nicer.
This story is good lesson to all traveller. We hope everyone read. We can learn that when we are going to fly in aeroplane, it is good to try to do motion in airport, also good not to eat too much heavy meal. Actually when we went Italy, our plane left at noon, so we left our flat in morning, but we got up early and we all did huge motions before leave. Then in airport, Hisae did huge motion again. So our bottoms empty when we got on plane. And return journey, we changed planes in Paris, and we all did huge motions in Paris Airport. We were lucky, we had a lots of time. So we got into plane to Japan with empty bottom.
Poor girl maybe didn't think about that; but now she learned lesson. We hope horrid experience never happen to her and to everyone again any more. People not flying much now because of corona, but when corona end and we fly all over world again, let's do motion in airport without fail!!
Kazu had other idea, but shocking one. Planes have bag for air sick people. It is possible to do a diarrhoea into that bag, especially it is possible if someone with you can help you. Flight attendant will understand because they have experience of taking away bag from traveller who vomit because airsick.
Good idea also for aeroplane to have bedpan which traveller can use in her seat if she is emergency. She can loosen seat belt just little bit. (Kazu said she will tell her friend who is cabin attendant.) Most traveller will not want to use because embarrass, but if it is very serious emergency, maybe they use! (This is contribution of Chae.)
We wish a good luck to every traveller.
Love to everyone.
Kazumi Hisae Maho Mina
P.S. Suddenly Maho give another idea. Travel agencies and tour guides should say, possible in aeroplane to have turbulence long time so impossible to go loo, so traveller must do motions in airport! Off course they will use more polite language, indirect words with inferring. Traveller with common sense will take hint, and do motions.