Jry
Question + Pooping with acquaintances outside the door
I took some months off while I dealt with some work duties, but now that I found some time to post again, I wanted to say hi, share an story and comment a little.
Cal K: Welcome to the forum and, also, I love your name. It reminds me of a character I really like from a Star Wars videogame. I also really like your stories and I think you might also like some of mine.
David P: Hope your constipation is better, and that your bowel movements are more frequent and pleasurable.
Tricky: Great stories as always.
So, to anyone who might be interested in answering, I have probably raised this issue before in some of my old posts years ago, but I want to ask again: How comfortable / uncomfortable do you feel when pooping either at someone's house or in a public restroom and there is some acquaintance (but NOT a friend, just someone who you know and he / she knows you) either near the door or by the sinks or whatever?
In my case, even if my face it is not visible (such as in Tricky's stories of using half-stalls), the fact that there is someone I know near the stall or outside the bathroom door but I don't know well enough to have built trust between us makes me feel uncomfortable while I am relieving myself. I have gotten better at it over time, but still, it feels difficult to relax and drop my turds with the idea of the other person being able to listen to all my noises.
One of these involves a co-worker who is now my friend, but I had just met him back then. He and I were both 24 back then (this happened around the time of the stories about my trip to the UK with my friend Frank). I had begun working at this old office building and there were some restrooms going down the stairs of the second floor. All the men's restrooms in the building had four urinals and three stalls each. This one day, after lunch time, I felt the urge to poop, so I headed for the restroom. When I entered, I found my new co-worker at the sinks washing his hands. I said hi and he started talking to me. I pointed with my index finger that I needed to go into the stall and he understood, but he stayed by the sinks. As I lowered my pants and underwear, I expected him to leave, but instead he stayed and kept talking to me! In that particular case, I could understand why: he trusted me as one of the first colleagues he was meeting, I was the only man around his same age, and he was basically asking me for some advice about how to manage himself and his workload in this organisation. Because of that, I kept talking to him, but I needed to relieve myself so I started peeing. After I finished peeing, I tried to wait a bit to see if he would leave, but he stayed there. By this point, my hole was opening and I could feel the head of the turd emerging. However, with him there just a few meters away from me, and knowing that everything I did in the stall could be heard by him, I definitely felt self-conscious and the turd stopped moving. The head kept poking out of my hole, even without the need to push, but it was not moving an inch.
In my mind, I just kept thinking about three things: 1) he was going to hear the plops and splashes; 2) although I would mostly try to keep quiet, the first turd would most surely make me make some kind of vocal noise, probably a loud exhalation; and 3) he would know when my poop was coming out because I would need to stop replying to him while I pushed my turds out. With friends or people I knew well, this would not have been an issue, but with this new guy who I was just starting to know, having him being present for a poop session of mine was not the most enjoyable experience.
Eventually, as he started to ask me another question, I decided to give a hard push to expel the first turd quickly. I thought his voice would cover the crackling sound and any possible sigh of mine. Although it did cover the crackling sound (I guess), the time I needed to push my turd out took about 3 or 4 seconds longer than the time he took to ask his question. I realized this as I was pushing the last part of my first turd out, which made me feel uncomfortable and when it finally dropped to the water below with a heavy PLOP, I already knew he would know those were the exact seconds I was letting my poop out. I knew it was the restroom, I knew that pooping and peeing was what people did there, but it still felt very awkward having a new colleague listening there to the whole process. For the rest of my turds, I always waited until he was talking before I continued pushing, trying to quickly expel each piece. I don't feel that way around him anymore since we have become friends, and I have heard him poop a couple of times, but that first time did was awkward for me.
I will post similar experiences later on, but... does anyone else feel this degree of awkwardness by being heard from the outside by an acquaintance who is not a friend?
Keep the great stories coming!
Jry
Monday, February 28, 2022
Mina Hisae Kazumi Maho
Dear Anna from Canada
Welcome back to this site!! We four are so happy you come back! And it was nice story! We also like clean loo. Citrus smell is interesting! Next time we shopping we look for something like that.
We write "from Canada" because other Anna, from Austria, is still regular this site and give many lovely stories of loo experience. You remember her perhaps.
By the way, Kazumi is Kazuko. But we call her Kazumi when we connect to loo.
We love your stories because when you are on loo, you always feel so comfy, that is our impression. We hope you have pleasant comfy time every visit to loo, and give us lovely stories.
Four huge hugs and four huge kisses from four Asian girls to you. You missed many our stories, we hope you can find time to read.
Maho Kazumi Hisae Mina (typist is Mina)Bianca
Toilets
Chinese toilets are so cool! I wish I where on one now. Pooping in a hole is something I never did before. ByeThunder
Bidets , Enemas and Sundry
Dear ToiletStool Readers. At the risk of hounding you lot has anybody got experience with bidets and the bidets that have an enema function they squirts water up you butt. I would be very keen to know because it might help me a lot?
I read Stephen S and his open toilet experience...I would love to give it a try...so long as there was nobody there I knew.
I refer to Kenna and Lavah....great stories but what about wiping your partner's bum...it would be a really nice thing to do.
My visits to the public toilets have been very unremarkable.Lavah
to kenna
To Kenna - Welcome back! I've missed you! I'm so sorry to hear that Josh is still struggling with constipation. I think you're incredible for helping him through it physically and emotionally and I'm glad he has someone like you to comfort him when he needs it! I've resorted to laying on my back with my knees drawn to my chest when struggling to poop before and I find it really helpful. I also like to put my feet up against a wall or the bathtub when I do this to help me push. Do you have any other go-to tricks to help Josh besides suppositories and vaseline? Any other pooping positions that seem to work well for him? I do hope to hear more stories from you. Best wishes to both you and Josh!John H
Comments.
Hi all.
Glad the sight is ok as I received a certificate error message when a-tempting to log on.
@Straining Lady. Welcome and hope you post more. That sounds like some bad constipation you got though. Has it always been this much of a struggle for you to poo? Does your boyfriend help you go? I have used toilet paper on my finger to help me go once or twice.
@Stephen S. it was interesting to read about your use of the open squat toilets. I would like to try that. The last experience you talked about, was everyone in a line behind each other as opposed to squatting side by side?
@Emma two. I enjoy needing a poo like you. I posted a survey about this very topic here recently if you want to check it out but no pressure. I like to allow the need to poo to build up before going. Like you I think it adds to the relief and enjoyment of pooing when I sit on the toilet. How often do you hold and how often does it lead to an accident? I haven't held long enough to have an accident though I've been close.
@sfx. I am not a lady but perhaps that girl was practising her kegels or perhaps she just liked peeing that way. I'm sure some ladies here may answer the question.
@Anna. Welcome back. I remember your posts. That sounded like an enjoyable work poo. I recently returned to the office and have had some work poos too. Hope you keep posting.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.
Tyler C
Too Modest for Dry Pants
To Stephen: Yeah, walking home was awkward, and cleaning my undies was a bit of a pain, but I think keeping my pants on while using the toilet is ultimately the safest way to use a public bathroom in these times.
To Mary W: Hannah and I were just having a back and forth on this forum about convenience wetting. We both have had restrictive school schedules that leave out time for potty breaks, so we make our pants our potties. As for modesty wetting, I have been in some situations that I guess count.
I remember once in the summer I turned 10, I was on a hike with some friends at a state park out of state. My friend Max's dad was leading a group of 5 of us boys. We were out for a couple of hours, not to mention, the drive was about an hour. At one point, we were crossing small creek by hopping across some stones, and my one friend, Gabe, accidentally knocked me into the water. I didn't get hurt. I was just soaking wet.
Eventually, Max spoke up and said that he had to pee. His dad then asked if anyone else had to go. Pretty much the rest of us did, so he told us to go a few feet off from the trail and pee in the bushes. Now, peeing in the woods is pretty common for most boys, but it always made me uncomfortable. I never liked exposing myself in the open, especially not around other people, even if said people are good friends of mine.
So, while all the boys were getting their wieners out, I just nonchalantly stood aside. The only issue was that I kind of needed to go to, and seeing all my friends getting their relief made me suddenly need to go even more. I wanted to pee, but I didn't feel comfortable with people seeing me pee. That's when I realized that I was already soaking wet from falling in the water a few minutes ago, so if anything other liquid were to make contact with my clothes, no one would be able to tell.
"Hey Tyler, are you gonna join us or what?" asked my friend Josh.
"No, I'll hold it till later," I yelled back.
"Are you sure you don't wanna pee with us?" he asked back.
"Nah, I'm good."
Little did he know, I actually was peeing with them. The only difference was that I didn't need to take my penis out to do so. I watched them pee all over the forest floor while my pee ran discretely down my legs, rewetting the already drenched denim fabric of my jean shorts. When we all finished, we continued hiking, and no one was the wiser. Instead of feeling super awkward and embarrassed about performing such a humiliating act as peeing in my pants, I was really excited and proud with the fact that I did it so covertly. I mean, sure the front of my underwear were now a totally different color, but that's just the price you pay for modesty.Simmee
My Awkward Middle School Experience
I think I was a young 11 when in 6th grade I started my middle school "experience." The academics and activities came easier to me; using the bathrooms that were huge and the number of students competing for the open toilets didn't come as easily.
I guess I was not that confident about my body being seen by others as I sat on the toilet. I was one of the smallest and most underdeveloped in my class. My bus came at 7 each morning and that meant I didn't get my normal daily crap in at home. Sometimes hurrying with getting myself ready for the bus caused my crap to start sliding down the chute. My hurrying up the three steps onto the bus only accelerated my need. So many mornings, even before stopping at my locker, I headed for the first and largest bathroom in the school.
The doors had been taken off more than half the toilet stalls. So when I came around the wall into the room, most of the toilets had their doors closed, often latched, and with legs under them. I would quickly run for the nearest toilet as it became available. The seat would be warm, often wet, from the flushing splash I hoped, and I would drop my jeans and undies just enough so they wouldn't get soiled. I tried to keep my head down between my legs because I didn't like looking at those who were looking at me. I wiped fast from my seat. A couple of times I got pointed to and laughed at because I was so shy and awkward in pulling off the toilet paper sometimes I would fumble with it.
I would up and have to leave fast, sometimes without washing my hands, because the tardy bell only gave me a minute to get to class. If I was able to get a bathroom pass from my teacher that would have been better, but that was risking attention from classmates, especially a group of boys who would point, snicker and sometimes make an immoral action with their hand when our teacher or student teacher wasn't paying attention.
On one morning after I had a long study period with lots of coffee. When we got to the school bathroom I was really busy in getting on a toilet and draining a large number of beers that were consumed at a party. Being new to the school I was going to make an urgent pee stop with a toilet with a door that was available. This decision caused several girls to lose out on their crapping toilets that were more being used for those with fast crapping needs.
One doored toiliet which I used to pee in one morning when I was running late before school caused me to make a major mistake just out of ignorance. I was sitting and peeing and this girl comes by and put her fist into my door peeing away. She said "B****, you're supposed to leave the doored toilet for the shitters to use."
Mrs BIG-and-HARD
After three days I finally felt a LARGE HARD Mass in my butt
So, I try to hold my poop until I think it is time to get it out. I went into the bathroom, pulled my panties down, and sat down on the toilet. I reached around and pulled my butt cheeks apart and open my hole up. I waited a while to see if the hard mass would start moving towards my butt hole.
But no luck, so I took deep breaths and started to strain...again and again hard. After about 15 minutes I felt a really hard mass start to stretch my hole wider and wider, it got really wide and hurt my butt hole.
Pushing and straining more, I tore off some toilet paper to try to get a hold of this big solid log.
Straining harder... it was very difficult to get it to open my hole wide enough to get it too get out of my rectum. It was stretching my rectum to over two and a half inches! It hurt a lot hard as a rock.
But I strained even harder with continuous pressure and finally felt my anal ring stretch tight like rubber band. Slowly it emerged from my butt hole. Sorry to be so graphic. It finally dropped into the toilet with a big splash.
This was one of my biggest and hardest bowel movements I have ever done.
Thanks , Ms Big-n-hard.
Bianca
Post Title (optional) Pooping
My poop was solid today. Lol, Strip It Down by Luke Brian is just as addictive as pooping and peeing. I hope to have nice shots again soon. Bye.
Elvia
Seeing vs. hearing
This site has been acting very weird recently. I was worried for a while.
Mike's question made me think of a topic. Does anyone else get different feelings seeing someone they're close to on the toilet and only hearing them? In the past my husband, me, and our kids would use family bathrooms frequently. There were a lot that separated the toilets with a stone wall or just part of a stall. There were a few times where my husband and I were going right next to each other but couldn't see. It was a very different experience to standing in the bathroom. Does anyone else know what I mean?
Speaking of family, one of my kids walked in on me yesterday. I think I scared him more than he scared me! Not exciting, but I think it was funny.
I hope the site and everyone will be okay from now on.
Friday, February 25, 2022
Cal K
Troubles with 'Secret' Bathrooms
Tricky - It's wild how many people share similar fears and experiences regarding something so natural and normal. I'd have been mortified in your situation and would probably never have returned to use that bathroom. I have a few stories about times when using my ideal pooping bathroom led to some issues, but nothing quite as bad as your story.
Those who've caught my first few posts will know about the "secret" bathroom I frequented during my first year at college. Because it was fairly secluded, it was a great way for me to transition into college life and get used to pooping in a stall in a public bathroom.
One night when the urge to go came upon me, I made my way downstairs but immediately returned to my dorm room when I noticed the bathroom light was on. Because no one used that part of the building after working hours, it meant that someone was most likely occupying it. I wasn't that concerned, though. I had to poop, but I didn't need to find a toilet right that minute.
After about 20 minutes the need was getting stronger, so I made my way back downstairs thinking whoever had been in there had to have finished and left. As I approached the bathroom, though, I saw the light was still on. I figured I should go in this time and make sure someone didn't just leave the light on. Sure enough, though, when I opened the door, I saw someone's feet planted squarely in front of my toilet. Being the incredibly awkward person I am, I didn't want the guy to think I needed to poop, so instead of leaving the bathroom I went to the urinal instead. This was, of course, far more awkward than if I just left because the room was so small that I was essentially now standing no more than three feet from the guy who was clearly going through something judging by the smell and amount of time he'd been in there. I quickly peed, which was really tough with the full loud waiting at my back door, washed my hands and left.
I went back to my dorm room insistent that I wouldn't use my hallway's bathroom and hopeful that the bizarre interaction we'd just had would speed the gentleman along. Another 15 minutes passed, during which my need to shit became far more intense. As I was squirming in my chair my roommate returned, which I took as a sign to go back downstairs. The last thing I needed was for him to know how uncomfortable and loaded with shit I was.
When I get to the stairwell I start running down the stairs as fast as I can and beeline it straight to the bathroom, completely oblivious to the fact that the light is still on under the door. When I open it, I see the same shoes under the stall. This time, I completely forego my fears and turn around. By now, my need to relieve myself is far too strong to return to my room and wait out this guy. However, I'm also completely unwilling to use my hall's bathroom, so I do the only sensible thing and book it to the student union a few hundred feet from my building. At this time of night there'd be fewer people there and anyone who saw me going into one of the stalls there would be better than the guys in my hall seeing me.
I make it to the completely empty student union bathroom with, what feels like, seconds to spare. I get to the nearest stall, shut the door, drop my pants, and start releasing a sizable shit before my butt hits the seat. As I sat there finally able to relieve myself, I simultaneously thought about how much I hated the unknown shitter in my private bathroom but also hoped that he was okay.
That wasn't the only awkward encounter I had in that bathroom, though. Once when I was already safely seated on the toilet ready to get things moving, someone came in and went straight for the urinal. I totally froze. I could see his feet just on the other side of the stall and could hear him peeing, but I couldn't bear the thought of this stranger hearing me take a dump so I sat there completely silent. The peeing stranger finished and washed his hands then did the unthinkable as he left. He turned the lights off. I don't know how he possibly could have missed my feet when he walked in or if he was on autopilot when he went to leave and turned them off without meaning to. Either way I was sitting on the toilet, pants around my ankles, holding in my poop, in utter darkness.
At this point I figured I might as well let everything out rather than get up, hop out of the stall, turn on the lights, and start the process all over again. So, I pushed my shit out as quickly as I could in hopes of getting out of this situation without any other awkwardness. Once my log dropped into the water, though, I realized I'd made a mistake. How was I going to see the toilet paper? It was at this moment that someone else came in and turned the lights back on. My initial relief was completely blown away as the guy paused for a second as he saw my feet under the stall before he went to the urinal and peed. I was horrified to realize that he knew I'd been pooping the dark like a total weirdo.
I let him leave before I started to clean up. I didn't need to make matters worse by having this guy hear me wipe my ass. When I finished, I gave myself another minute to make sure he was out of the vicinity before I finally left the stall. I quickly washed my hands and slunk out of there before anyone else showed up and plunged me into total despair at being caught pooping by three different people.
Luckily, I got more confident pooping in public as that first year at college wore on. By my next year I stopped feeling so ashamed to be caught pooping and started to enjoy using the larger bathroom in my new dorm. I even found a friend who was very open about his own bathroom habits and we started pooping together!Jennifer
@LC thanks for sharing your perspective! Hmm, yes, maybe I am a bit secretive myself. At least I try to pad any sounds with toilet paper and also I shower afterwards for smell-management, haha. If I get an upset stomach or similar I will tell him so I'm not that uptight I think. If the situation was reversed I would like to think I would tell him about it.
I get it's embarrassing and so on, I would feel the same. I think him taking stool softener has helped though. I mean also with the psychological/confidence part. Now it's been expected that he poops in the morning. Sometimes it's been a bit urgent and he's (very kindly) asked me if he can use the bathroom when I've been in there, e.g. fixing myself for the day. But weirdly he's still pretty slow and can sit in there for over 5 minutes before anything starts happening, even if it's then a bit looser.
I rarely clog toilets if that's what you mean? So maybe my "productions" are not as impressive as I thought, haha. It's anyway mostly a side effect (but a pleasant one), I try to eat fiber as it's filling and makes it easier to keep in shape like you mentioned. Also it's good for cardio health and more.
I'll try to be a bit less secretive myself and see how that lands. Yeah, I also think I've been too "interested" and that has only back lashed and made him annoyed, but now that things are working better I think I can actually manage to back off. It's easier said than done.
Take care!
Hard-Wide-bowel-movements-straining
I am a nicely figured 37 year old female with this problem.
It seems to be my day-to-day struggle.
I get up early in the morning and try to get my bowels to start moving before I go to work. So I go into the bathroom sit on the toilet, reach around with both hands to my butt cheeks and pull them wide apart.
...This is to try to get my hole to start opening up.
Next.. I insert a small piece of toilet paper on my finger with some vasiline and move it around in my hole... from side to side to start and stimulate my rectum... opening my butt hole wide enough.
My stool is always hard-rasping-straining stool. Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes or more.
My boyfriend loves to watch me perform this process.
Thanks, straining, Lady
Stephen S.
Beijing Olympics
The Winter Olympics being held in Beijing reminded me of when I visited Beijing for the Summer Olympics of 2008. I went with some student friends and we mixed attending the events with visiting the famous landmarks in the city.
One day , we had been visiting the Forbidden City and were walking back to our hotel. I had been warned about Chinese toilets but really needed a pee, so when I saw a sign for a toilet, I ignored the advice to wait until we got back to the hotel, and went into the men's toilet. I will never forget the sight I saw when I went through the door. On my left, there were a couple of urinals just as I was expecting. But to my right there were four steel holes in the ground with no doors or partitions between them. Over two of the holes, men were squatting and very obviously shitting. I could see everything. I quickly turned to the left, had my pee and left.
But the image stuck in my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about why I was embarrassed by it. After all, men always are on show when they pee and I myself had done outdoor poos and poos in doorless stalls when there was no choice. But this seemed even more open and I decided that I would see what it felt like to poo in company with people I had never met before and where everything could be seen. It was like a challenge to myself to see whether I could go through with it.
So the next morning, I got up before breakfast and said I was going for a walk as it was a nice morning. I didn't want to admit to anyone else what my true aim was. I took some loo roll with me and went back to the public toilet I had visited the day before. I am fairly regular in my toilet habits, so early morning is my normal time for a poo. When I got there I found that was the case for others as well. All of the squatters were occupied and there was an interesting mix of strains and farts coming from the occupants. Underneath a couple of guys- and they were very obviously guys as you could see everything- there were a few turds sitting in the steel tray. My first reaction was to turn around and run, but I told myself that I really needed a poo, so I should wait until a position became available.
I waited outside for a couple of minutes until I saw one of the occupants emerge and went in to take his place. This was the moment of truth. I tried to look calm, checked I had my loo roll in my pocket and went in and stood over the vacant hole. Nobody seemed bothered that a Westerner had walked in as far as I could see, so I turned to face in the direction the other occupants were pointing and lowered my trousers and underpants. Then I checked I was above the pan correctly and squatted down with one foot on either side. I felt very exposed in that position as the need to make sure that all my clothes were out of the line of fire meant that I felt completely exposed.
So far, so good. I tried to get myself comfortable in the squatting position, which was difficult, and I looked forward and started to try to poo. Nothing happened apart from a few small farts. In a couple of minutes I had gone from wondering whether I should shit in public to desperately wanting to do so. Whilst I was straining away with no success, my neighbours were having no such problems and I was treated to some close up views of different sized and coloured turds emerging. I was desperate now to produce something as well and was straining quite hard. It felt like hours but it was probably only a couple of minutes before I finally felt my hole start to open. I kept on pushing and eventually I looked down to see a medium sized stool emerge and fall into the tray below me. It was dark brown and nobbly at one end, becoming smoother and lighter brown as it tapered at the other. I felt so proud of myself, not that anybody else seemed bothered. So I kept on pushing and eventually produced a good pile which seemed quite competitive with the deposits in the other trays. I could also see that the new occupant above the squatter farthest away from me was having an attack of diarrhoea, but again nobody seemed to take any notice. At this point I had to stand up to wipe my bum as the squat position was becoming too difficult to hold. I had three or four wipes in full view of everyone, but now with no embarrassment at all. With the last wipe, I poked further into my hole to make sure all was clean, and then flushed everything away.
I did up my trousers and pants and went back to the hotel, feeling really pleased with myself. I didn't tell anyone about my experience but tried a few other local squatting toilets over the course of the holiday. Some of those experiences were even more eye opening- one toilet where there was no flushing, so I left my deposit on top of those left by my predecessors. And one where we all squatted in a line over a long trough in the floor. There were no doors again, but there were partitions. The only trouble was that the partitions had a large gap next to the floor, so I could very plainly see the bum hole of the person in front of me as he had a very healthy shit. And I could be seen just as easily by the person behind me. But by this stage I had totally got used to these completely open toilet habits. Nowadays I really miss that openness and will never forget what I now think of as a brilliant and totally natural experience.Kaycha
So my boyfrirnd and I have talked about ways to help my bladder problems. So I'm going to wear panties full-time at home only and use a timer on my watch to tell me when to pee-pee. This was tried a few years ago with mixed results so we're trying again. I've been following this for about a week now. It's been great having dry pants all day and only an occasional wet crotch from some dribbles. But today, my alarm didn't go off. I didn't feel a need to pee-pee so I didn't even think about it. Until I was overwhelmed by need. I teared up as I leaked in my panties. Holding my vagina desperately. I managed to get to the potty. I was trembling and I dribbled more pee-pee. Then as I started unfastening my pants, I began peeibg in them. For a long time, I stood there, piss running down my light brown pants like a child. I started to cry as I stared at the puddle forming between my legs. When I was done, I sat down on the toilet, weeping in shame. Finally I peeled down my soaking wet pants and panties and cleaned up my puddle. When my boyfriend got home from work, he read my daily log that I had had an accident. He was very understanding and held me close then helped me into my diaper for bed.Bianca
Story
Hi everyone. I had diarrhea for a short while this morning, but am ok now. My guts have been quiet this evening. Want to know a joke? What is a toilet's favorite cartoon? Winnie The Pooh. Bye.
Skidmarked from Columbia
Or more like peed myself from Columbia
Hey guys, as the title states I peed myself by accident. I was 11 at a dance in 6th grade. I had a lot of fun dancing with my friends. And there was a competition of who could get answers right & believe it or not I won :) I won a t-shirt from some nearby radio station. When the dance was over Mom picked me up. And drove me home. When I got there I suddenly needed to PEE... My mom was slow getting out the van and I waited and when she put the key in I suddenly peed my dress. Not badly but enough to make me... Well... embarrassed. I got to the bathroom & finished my pee... Halfway accident at 12 years old! :( I'm 28 now. I went to my bedroom to find a change of clothes... I also had a "school day skidmark" in my panties (I didn't make that term up I saw it here a long time ago)... you know the deal I pooped in-between class and couldn't wipe much. I took a shower & changed into a nice floral dress with mid heels. I did my makeup. And my hair. And washed my peed in skirt & skidmarked panty from the dance when my mom & dad were certainly not around. The end.
Matt
Please Help
This might sound crazy, but I get really jealous of people who can take big smelly dumps. I eat as much fiber as I can everyday, to try to get big poops. But I can never do it, maybe i am eating too much fiber because I poop everyday in the morning, sometimes they are big but they never smell that much. I love to poop, it is one of my favorite things to do. I wish I could take big smelly shits at least 3 times a day. Especially I love pooping in public restrooms. So sometimes when I need to poop, I will go somewhere like a grocery store, lol am I crazy. I just simply need some advice on what to eat to get bigger poops, especially smellier ones.
Audrey
Marie: first off, what do you do with the poo that's in the sink?
Second, I'd just love to hear about one of your biggest, naughtiest poos and pisses in full detail!
Emma two
Question about pooing
I must admit I love having a really good poo especially when I've been desperate to go for a while. I love it when I finally get to the toilet because the relief feels so good. I'm don't like it so much when I have accidents in my knickers because it's embarrassing and messy to clean up. But I do enjoy the relief of it when it happens as I'm super desperate to go.
I was wondering if anyone else feels the same about having a really good poo and if you've ever pood yourself because of holding it too long.
Mike
Hi hope everyone is OK does anyone have any toilet stories of people they have heard on the toilet family members friends etc
Erica
A couple of days ago I was at school, math class last period. I sit next to this guy named Anthony, I don't know him that well but he seems pretty nice. I was really bored waiting for the end of the day to come and my thoughts were disturbed when Anthony couldn't stop fidgeting in his seat. He tried to hide it but I've always been really observant.
I looked out of the corner of my eye and his face told me he was distressed. At this point the teacher wasn't teaching leaving us to work on our assignments on our own. So Anthony was talking to his friend who sits in front of us, I could make out parts of their conversation but what stuck out to me was he said "I have to shit so bad". This peeked my interest. A minute later I smelt something. I saw that he had his head down and was holding is stomach. I don't know why he didn't just go, maybe he wanted to wait till he got home to shit in peace. School finally ended and I was waiting at the bench in the hallway for my friend because we always meet there when school ends. The bench happens to be right across from the bathrooms. Anthony slowly walked towards the bathroom, making sure no one was in there. When he felt it was ok he disappeared into the bathroom. My friend texted me saying she was running a little late because she had to talk to her teacher about something. I said it was fine and continued to wait. I heard a HUGE fart coming from the boys bathroom, followed by some light plops and another fart. It was silent for another 5 minutes until Anthony walked out of the bathroom. We accidentally made eye contact and he blushed and walked away. My friend showed up and we made our way to exit the school. I heard a group of boys walking into the bathroom yelling "It smells like unwiped ass in here" lolStephen
To Tyler C
Interesting story, I never would have thought to do that myself to insure not sitting on a dirty seat. Kinda funny how you pooed your undies tho. I bet that was quite the waddle home lol
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!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.
Maria 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
Annette
Embarrassing experience at school
This is a story from when I was in middle school. I usually pooped every morning after breakfast before I went to school. I almost never got constipated
One day though I did not get the chance to relieve myself in the morning as usual. After breakfast when I usually have my morning dump, my big sister was hogging the bathroom. I was running late so I had no choice but to skip my morning poop. Begrudgingly I went to school, hoping that I wouldn't have to go at school since it's pretty embarrassing for me.
During the morning lessons, even though I felt some weight in my lower stomach, I felt mostly fine. It felt weird because most days I would have already emptied my bowels at this point. Then during recess my urge went away, I was thinking that I would be fine the whole day.
But as it turned out, nope, my stomach was complaining during the next lesson. I couldn't concentrate properly as my attention is shifted towards my urge to poop. And to make matters worse, when I had to poop I started passing gas, which is impossible during class.
I still believed I could endure it, so I tried my best to hold it. I also let out some silent pre-poop farts by spreading my butt cheeks a bit. Thankfully no on really noticed it (at least no one said anything).
As the lesson goes on though, I realized it would be impossible to hold it. People would know that I was acting weird, or worse they would realize I was farting non-stop, or even worse if I went in my pants.
So I swallowed my pride and asked the teacher "Miss, sorry I'm not feeling well, may I go to the infirmary?". I didn't want to say that I needed to go to the restroom since when I returned to the classroom and I took a long time, everyone would know that I just pooped, a social-suicide for a middle schooler.
Thankfully the teacher allowed me to go, but she said that I should have a friend accompanying me since the infirmary was pretty far. My teacher asked my friend Leslie who sat next to me. I was happy since I was a good friend with her.
We started walking towards the infirmary, and then out of nowhere Leslie said "Annette, you actually need to poop don't you?" I was shocked and I immediately got flustered "W-wait, what do you mean?" I replied. "It's pretty obvious since I was sitting next to you, also um... I could smell it haha..."
My face went red like a tomato from embarrassment, I thought I was being completely discreet. Leslie then said "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody, so lets go to restroom. I can tell that you really need to go." I just nodded and went along with her.
The restroom is empty since it's during lesson time. I took the first stall, locked the door, and pulled down my pants and panties. Just a few seconds after I sat down, my poop starts coming out with some farts. I was enjoying the relief then I realized that Leslie is standing right in front of my stall.
"Umm, Leslie can you wait somewhere else?" I said. She replied "Don't mind me, I don't care about the smell."
Knowing that she just told me that she could smell my production made me blush again. "Well I do mind, would you please wait somewhere else?" I said, only then she moved away from in front of my stall.
It didn't take long for me to finish up my dump. I pushed a few more logs until I felt completely empty and relieved. My stomach is feeling a lot better after that though I was pretty embarrassed that Leslie was around and could hear (or smell) me pooping.
I made Leslie swear to not tell anyone about it then we returned back to class, Leslie saying that I was feeling better after seeing the nurse. Well, at least the part of me feeling better is true.
So that's my awkward experience back in middle school. Does anyone here have a similar experience?STEPHEN
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
I went to laundry this morning put clothes in machine with powder
once machine started ,went back to van and had a Number Too.
when I arrived home emptied pottie and refilled with Two Pints of
water from water Butt and handfull of soap powder. placed it back in
locker , another good Bowel Movement I enjoyed.
Like most people I have fairly regular Bowel Habits.My peak"Poo Time"
happens to be early in the morning.This is fine if you happen to be near
a loo.But one morning,as the sun was coming up,I got caught short.
By the time I reached the rocky cove I was fishing ,I could contain
the urge no longer.With great relief,the deed was done,but then panic
set in when I realised the usual accountrements were missing,and I had
to press my fishy rag into service ."Ah well needs must "I mused.Call
of nature answered , I moved on .Looking back to admire the fruits of my
labour, was aghast to see my dog tucking into the steaming pile of poo.
At least he enjoyed a "full English that morning!
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question for girls
there were gender neutral bathrooms in my high school. one time this girl went into the stall and sat down. she relaxed and started letting out a stream of pee for a few seconds, and then closed up her muscles and stopped the stream for a few seconds abruptly. after that, she relaxed again and finished peeing. why do girls do this? what is she doing?
Cal K
First College Buddy Dump
During my second year at college I was much more comfortable pooping wherever and whenever I needed to. I was living in a new building with a lot of guys who were a lot more lowkey and laid back than those in my old hall. We also had a much larger bathroom that was used by the entire floor which made me far more comfortable. I was more confident overall, plus there was constant foot traffic in and out so no one cared what bodily functions were being taken care of in such a large, shared space. I felt absolutely no need to go back to the secret bathroom on the first floor of my old dorm.
Near the end of the first semester I met one of my best friends, Lee. He lived on the floor below me and we quickly bonded over video games, movies, and the classes we were taking. He was a year ahead of me in school, but we had so much in common that I didn't find him intimidating at all. We were the same height, but he was a little bigger than me. He played ultimate frisbee and was pretty athletic so I'd seen him eat quite a lot at the dining hall. I started wondering how he handled the communal bathroom situation and if his dumps were as impressive as I imagined them to be.
Lee was the head RA in the building and had a room to himself in case there was an emergency in the building and someone needed a place to sleep outside of their own room. This meant that he could host his friends without worrying about roommates or noise. He and I spent a lot of time together in his room watching movies and playing video games. One night, about two months into our friendship, I decided to take the first step in opening up about my bowel habits.
We had eaten at the dining hall a few hours before and were watching a movie together in his room. I'm a pretty gassy person and I could feel some getting ready to be released. Farting in front of my old high school friends opened up some pretty interesting conversation, so I figured I should try the same with Lee. I let out a pretty average fart and crossed my fingers that he wouldn't be disgusted. "Sorry about that! I was trying to hold it in, but it just slipped out," I blurted.
"It's alright, Cal! I eat the same dining hall food you do. One of the many perks of having my own room is that I don't have to worry about holding anything in," Lee responded. I didn't want to push the topic too far too fast, so I let it go. Then, 15 minutes later Lee ripped a healthy fart of his own and our bathroom talk took off from there.
Over the next few weeks we started discussing our bowels pretty frequently. We talked about how uncomfortable it was to poop in the dorms when we first got to college, how the dorm food would either bind us up or give us the shits depending on the menu, and where the best spots to unload were on campus. I started to get bolder in our conversations and would ask Lee some probing questions about his output. He told me he never really thought about his pooping habits before, but that drinking always led to some really monumental dumps for him.
As we got closer and more open with each other, I knew it was only a matter of time before one of us needed to poop while we were hanging out together. I had a feeling that if I told Lee I needed to poop he wouldn't join me, so instead, if I knew I'd be hanging out with him later on and I got the urge to go, I'd hold it in the hopes of having the chance to poop alongside each other. Sure enough, a few weeks after I'd first farted in front of him the day arrived.
One Saturday we planned on grabbing dinner at the dining hall before heading back to Lee's room to hang out before SNL came on. I felt some rumblings earlier that day, but nothing serious so I filled up at dinner hoping it'd lead to something in the next few hours. Lee, in his usual fashion, ate enough for both of us. When we got to his room we started playing video games and within half an hour I felt the first twinge informing me it'd soon be time to take a healthy dump. Not long after that, Lee started to fart.
After he let a few go I decided to speak up, "Oh man, I'm feeling a major dump coming along. Dinner really got to me."
"Same. These farts are starting to get pretty rank. I"m definitely in the pre-poop zone." I knew we were on the road to our first official buddy dump.
A little while later Lee paused our game, so I looked over at him. His face was a little screwed up then he let out a fart that sounded a little strained, like he was trying to relieve some pressure without letting anything solid through. "Are you good?" I asked. "That sounded a little too close for comfort."
"Yeah, I definitely need to head to the bathroom though."
"Mind if I join you? Mine's just about ready to go."
"Sure, but I have to warn you, the bathroom down here is pretty small and there are only two stalls."
I laughed, "That doesn't bother me, I mean, I almost just watched you shit your pants." Lee laughed too and we started up the hall to the bathroom. I was excited to finally hear what Lee could unleash on the toilet.
Lee was right, the bathroom was small. There were two stalls immediately to the right of the door when you walked in. They were cramped and you couldn't open the door to the one on the right while the bathroom door was open. There was one urinal next to the stalls, then two sinks and two showers along the back wall. It was tight and you could just tell that you'd be able to hear anything and everything that happened in that small space. It made me both nervous and excited.
Lee immediately hopped into the stall on the left while I closed the bathroom door and went into the one on the right. Lee seemed to hesitate because I didn't see or hear him move after he shut the stall door. I figured I should show him I didn't mind being in there with him, so I quickly got my pants and underwear to my ankles and sat on the toilet. Once I was seated, Lee followed pretty quickly. For someone who'd seemed so loaded I was surprised not to hear anything from Lee's stall. I tried to defuse some tension and said "You were right, it's a lot smaller down here than the bathroom upstairs, our feet are practically touching," which was true, I could easily see Lee's pants bunched around his shoes. "I'm gonna go ahead and apologize in advance," I finished.
I was nervous about talking to Lee while we were sitting in stalls so close together, but this got a chuckle out of him. "I tried to warn you."
I waited another minute, but he still wasn't releasing his bowels, so I decided to make the first move. I relaxed and gave a quick push. The plop as my turd dropped into the water was a lot louder than I intended, but Lee laughed. I pushed again and a longer log started to inch its way out. At this point I heard Lee release an airy fart followed a few seconds later by the loudest crackling I've ever heard. It went on for a few seconds before I heard a small grunt from Lee, telling me he'd pushed to get things started. I was immediately caught off guard by the sudden smell of my friend's shit.
My log dropped inaudibly into the water, when Lee ripped a louder fart before I heard more crackling start. I decided to test our buddy dumping bond and said "Wow, it sounds like you're taking quite the dump over there."
"Yeah," Lee groaned as this round of crackling stopped. "I don't know what happened, but it's been a while since I've pooped this hard. Sorry about the smell."
"Not a problem," I replied while I pushed out the last smaller log. Lee laughed again as it plopped into the water.
"It sounds like you're having a good poop, too," Lee said before he farted and shot out a batch of sloppy shit.
"Yeah, but it's nowhere near as good as yours sounds."
"I don't know," Lee replied, "I always hate stinking up the bathroom. It makes me feel pretty bad."
"No way," I said, "I think it's always impressive when I single-handedly destroy a bathroom." This got another chuckle out of Lee. I started to go for the toilet paper and I heard him doing the same. I figured it'd be too weird if I said anything while we were wiping our asses, so I quietly cleaned up before exiting the stall and going to the sink. Before I turned the water on, I heard Lee get up and whisper, "Holy shit…" before he flushed the toilet.
"You all good?" I asked when he came out of the stall.
"Yeah, I was afraid the toilet was going to clog with how much shit was in there."
I laughed, "These are college dorm toilets, they're made to handle just about anything. The day you clog one of these is the day I declare you the Poop King." We both laughed as we left the bathroom, unaware that that day wasn't very far off.
Thunder
Bed Pans on Airplanes
The concept of bed pans in flights is an interesting one.
This applies when the queue to the toilets is too long and the situation too urgent.
I think the fellow passengers would object and how would the wastes be disposed of?
Having said that if worse comes to worst then it might be the only alternative.
JW
Question for Sarah
Sarah do you struggle a LOT to get your huge poops to pass? My SO did the type of poops you describe and her struggles were epoch. I only got to witness them a few times because she said it was too distracting to have me with her. When she was in the midst of struggling she would turn red from her hair (on her head) line down to her nipple line. Often she would stand up and hold on to a towel rack and bear down, for a while, that way. Sometimes it would take her a good 15 to 20 minutes to pass one turd. She never seemed to do more than one at a time, about once a week.
When she was finished she would have to sit and catch her breath before wiping and flushing (or trying to).-- JWWinnie
Winnie the Pooh
Just in the nurse bathroom few minutes ago .
Took a nice long poop, it was so amazing almost like when I was in the portal potty.
I don't know but I'm being to love pooping now lol .
It is very thrilling, so anyway I felt the need to go, I went in locked the door and went to the toilet and lowered the seat. Undid my my shorts cause I was in my gym shorts early cause I didn't feel like changing later, so I let them drop to my feet and sat down on the toilet and fart some and peeing as I was feeling the poop coming out one after another till 5 pieces came out of me and nurse knocked on the door said that she has to get some from there I said one second so I unlocked the door and waddle back to the toilet and sat down, told her to come in and she looked away she said that it only take a second and she reach under the sink and grabbed a barf bag and a kit , and I asked her do my poop make you sick she said no turn and smiled at me and looked away quickly. So I ended up wiping 8 good times and flushed it all down pulled up my shorts and washed my hands and left went to lay back down
Anna
work poop
Hi, I am Anna and I am from Canada. I used to post here a fair bit but haven't for a few years.
Anyway, I am kinda bored and figured I might get into sharing some stories again.
A little about myself. I am 28, 5'8" with blonde shoulder lenght hair and I am kinda curvy a bit, but also quite fit. I wear glasses most of the time.
I'd like to share a story from work this week. Nothing super exciting, but it is something, haha!
That morning, I kinda already needed to go a bit while I was riding the train to work, but not too bad. When I got to the office I had time to grab a coffee. I even answered some emails, but when I was done I needed to poop quite badly. I quickly headed to the bathroom. A quiet fart slipped out while I was hurrying down the hall, but luckily nobody was around.
Our floor bathroom has three stalls and all where empty. I entered the one on the right. It had that freshly cleaned, citrusy smell where I knew that nobody had used it yet today. It's a little extra nice to go in the office on a totally clean toilet. I locked the door, pulled up my grey dress, pushed my thong to my knees and plopped my bum on the toilet. Right away I peed and farted pretty loudly. I pushed my panties all the way down to my feet to get more comfortable. When my stream was dying down, my first turd started to crackle out. It was quite big and just kinda curled up in my toilet. I couldn't help moaning a bit as it came out. After that I browsed on my phone and dropped two more poos. Both made a splash and my stall was stinking a little by then. I stayed on the toilet for a bit longer to make sure I was all done. I pulled off some paper, whiped my front and then between my bumcheeks. It took like five or six wipes to get my hole all clean. Then I pulled up my thong, flushed the toilet and left the stall. Another one of the girls who work on the floor came in while I was washing my hands. We smiled at each other and then she took my stall. I was just finishing up at the sink when she quietly farted on the toilet. After that I left and went back to my work. I hope you all like my story.
Mary W
Going in pants for convenience or modesty
Does anyone else here sometimes go in their for convenience or modesty reasons? I do both and go in my pants maybe once in a month.
For example, a couple of weeks ago I was driving home from a mall and I really needed to poop and knew I couldn't hold it until I got home. Instead of trying to find a restroom I just decided to mess myself.
Another example would be when I was on a walk last summer. I was walking at a local park and I really needed to pee bad. However there were quite a lot of people around so peeing in bushes was out of question. I was wearing black jeans so I decided that the most modest option would be to just wet myself.