Midwesterner
Replies and Compassion
Hello, hope all is well with everybody on the forum. I have some catching up to do with a couple of replies as well as a story from earlier this month.
@Anna from Canada
Anna, I am so glad that you decided to post again! I have been a long time reader of this forum, but only recently started posting, within the past year or so. I remember reading your posts and loved the way that you conveyed the bathroom antics with your roommates, classmates, and friends. I found it intriguing to see how relatively uninhibited you all seemed, considering the stereotype of teen/ 20's girls being terrified of pooping around anybody (of course this forum has sort of debunked that stereotype for me).
@Kristi
I meant to reply to you earlier, but didn't get a chance to post on here. I am so sorry to hear about your struggle with depression. I used to have depression for years that would get pretty bad at times. My childhood was full of trauma that lasted into early adulthood. It used to annoy me when people would tell me that they knew how I felt (when they clearly didn't, because everybody's depression is different), so I won't tell you that I know how you feel, but I will tell you that I empathize with you and will keep you in my prayers. I know you don't know me outside of this forum, but just know that somebody is pulling for you and cares about you. I really enjoyed your post about your buddy dump with Emily as well as the camping trip story. It's awesome that you two can be there for each other in times of need and are comfortable enough to poop around each other in such close proximity. That is much like how my wife is with her cousin. Also, in regards to depression, much like you, my amazing spouse and an awesome friend of mine were the main people who helped me out of my depression (although I can't say my friend and I have seen each other poop, but my wife and I sure have haha). I know I can't get too far off topic for this site, but you have the right support group to help you get better, so congratulate yourself on making the choice to stick with those great people. It sounds like those relationships are starting to work! It's amazing how similar people's stories and relationships can be, even if they are potentially several states or countries away.
Earlier this month we had a couple of people stay with us for a night and I thought that I would recap some of the bathroom habits that I observed from both of them. So there is this woman named Carol who works at this local restaurant that I frequent. She is probably in her late 50's/ early 60's and lives with her daughter, Stephanie, who is in her early 20's. Being that I live in a small town, we have gotten to know each other pretty well over the years. I was eating at this restaurant earlier when Carol was telling me that she was gone out of town for a few days, and when she came back, the heater had gone out in her house. There was supposed to be someone coming to fix it, but she didn't know when they would show up and the temperature in her house had apparently already dropped down significantly. There had been a terrible cold snap in our area lately, and I did not want to just let Carol and her daughter freeze in their house. When she started talking about how her bedroom wasn't terrible, but sitting on the toilet or taking a shower was pretty unbearable, I couldn't take it anymore and told her "you and your daughter are more than welcome to come stay with us until your heater gets fixed." She said to me "oh sweetie, that's so kind of you!", and gave me a hug. As you may recall, I live with my wife, Anna, and temporarily, her cousin, Maddie. Maddie has been staying in our guest bedroom, but I knew we could make up a bed in my office for Carol and Stephanie, as well as give them a couple of warm toilets to sit on and a warm place to shower.
A few hours later, Carol and Stephanie showed up at our house. As soon as they walked in, Carol mentioned that she needed to use the restroom. Anna told her that it was right across from where they would be sleeping and showed her and Stephanie the way. After a couple minutes, I heard Carol come out of the bathroom and say "it's so nice to sit on a toilet seat that isn't like touching my butt to an ice cube!" Of course, that prompted the girls and myself to laugh.
Once evening came, we had dinner, which happened to be food that Carol brought home from the restaurant (which was awesome). An hour or so after eating, I felt like I needed to poop, so I went to the master bathroom, which is right next to our bedroom and across the hall from where Carol and Stephanie are staying. Of course we aren't too worried about other people using it. I closed the door, sat on the toilet, and had a pretty normal dump. I finished up and returned to the others. Later that night, we were all getting tired and decided to get ready for bed. Anna and I told Carol and Stephanie that they were welcome to take a shower or do whatever they needed to do, and that we were all set with the bathroom for now. I was in our bedroom and overheard Carol say "why don't you take your shower first, Steph. I need to take a number two." Steph replied by saying "yeah, I went earlier, so that sounds good, Mom." I don't think they realized that I could hear their conversation. They went in together, closed the door, and I heard the sound of Carol's pee tinkling into the water below her. Steph started her shower, so I didn't really hear anything more other than the toilet flushing several minutes later.
The next morning, we all ate breakfast together. Afterwards, Maddie and Anna were getting ready in the master bathroom, just doing makeup and that kind of stuff. After changing out of my pajamas, I went back out to the kitchen area to put dishes away, but Carol had already beat me to it. We talked for a minute until she picked up her book that was sitting on the counter and said "excuse me, I have to go use the restroom." Being that she was taking her book with her, I assumed that meant she was going to poop. She went into the bathroom that is off the kitchen area, and I faintly heard the sound of her butt hitting the seat, and her pee stream starting. Shortly after, I heard a little fart and a soft plop. I went back over by our bedroom to grab something, and I saw Steph heading towards the bathroom. Maddie was still doing her makeup, and Steph asked her "hey, Maddie, is it ok if I come in to pee? My mom is using the other bathroom." Maddie told her it was no problem, and Steph went in, shut the door, and had a gushing pee. It turns out that Maddie and Steph are the same age, and they really took to each other, and seem to have become friends, which I think is great! After Carol finished her poop, I felt like it was time for mine. I went in and didn't find the smell too bad. There were a couple of skidmarks, but that kind of stuff doesn't bother me with people I know. I sat on the warm seat and had a pretty good dump myself.
It turned out that morning that the heater was repaired in Carol and Steph's house, so they ended up going back home later that day. They both hugged Anna, Maddie, and I, thanking us so much for helping them out. I told them that they were welcome any time, and Carol said they would gladly return the favor if we needed it. I thought it was great that we could make them feel comfortable at our home, especially comfortable enough to use the bathroom without much inhibition. I feel as though some people act like it's a crime to be a guest and need to use the bathroom. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading my post!
Regarding worrying about being overheard on the toilet - I've had a lifelong fear of being overheard doing a poo, or anyone knowing I'm doing one, and it was a big factor in my tendency to have accidents as a kid, particularly in the later years of primary school. I think the fear started somewhere early when I was in Year 2 - so just turning seven. In reception and Year 1, the toilets were a row of stalls without urinals, so if you were in a cubicle you might be doing either a wee or a poo. After that, any boy who needed a wee would be standing at a urinal, and if you were in a cubicle then everyone knew exactly what you were doing there. I never minded peeing in public, but I got more and more anxious about pooing as time went by.
As an adult, this isn't as much of a problem - I still can't bear to poo if anyone else is around, but I work in a building where I have access to individual toilet rooms, so if I need to go I can be confident I won't be interrupted. At school, I'd have to be either really desperate or feeling like I might be about to do diarrhoea - like in my last post - before I'd go anywhere near a cubicle, and even then if I went into the toilets and there was anyone else there I'd probably turn around and leave again. In secondary school there were other toilet blocks, so if I was really desperate and had time between classes I could walk quickly across the school to some toilets that were usually very quiet, but in primary school we were expected to use the toilets allocated to our year group. I really didn't want anyone else to know I was pooing - I'm not sure why it's such a hang-up, because I'm usually quite quiet when I poo, and as a kid I wasn't shy about farting.
If I did manage to get to the toilets at a time when there was no-one there, but then someone came in whilst I was sitting down, I'd either try to hold on until they'd finished, or if things were more urgent than that (which they often were) I'd quickly put tons and tons of toilet roll into the bowl to mask any splashing noises (which then blocked the toilet). I remember one time when I was about eight, I actually put the toilet roll in my hands and caught the poo before gently lowering it into the bowl, but then I got so worried I might have got poo on my hands that I spent far too long washing my hands and ended up being late going back to class. Another time, I simply gave up and pulled my pants and trousers back up, which led to an accident on my way home later that afternoon.
I couldn't even poo around my friends if they were outside the stall, let alone acquaintances - in fact I just wouldn't go in the stall in the first place if they were there. The only exception was my best friend that I wrote about last summer, who had had a couple of accidents alongside me, and even then I was very, very reluctant. If someone had asked me back then whether I'd rather go and poo on the toilet or have an accident in the classroom, I'd have said that I would definitely rather go on the
Sunday, March 06, 2022
Regarding worrying about being overheard on the toilet - I've had a lifelong fear of being overheard doing a poo, or anyone knowing I'm doing one, and it was a big factor in my tendency to have accidents as a kid, particularly in the later years of primary school. I think the fear started somewhere early when I was in Year 2 - so just turning seven. In reception and Year 1, the toilets were a row of stalls without urinals, so if you were in a cubicle you might be doing either a wee or a poo. After that, any boy who needed a wee would be standing at a urinal, and if you were in a cubicle then everyone knew exactly what you were doing there. I never minded peeing in public, but I got more and more anxious about pooing as time went by.
As an adult, this isn't as much of a problem - I still can't bear to poo if anyone else is around, but I work in a building where I have access to individual toilet rooms, so if I need to go I can be confident I won't be interrupted. At school, I'd have to be either really desperate or feeling like I might be about to do diarrhoea - like in my last post - before I'd go anywhere near a cubicle, and even then if I went into the toilets and there was anyone else there I'd probably turn around and leave again. In secondary school there were other toilet blocks, so if I was really desperate and had time between classes I could walk quickly across the school to some toilets that were usually very quiet, but in primary school we were expected to use the toilets allocated to our year group. I really didn't want anyone else to know I was pooing - I'm not sure why it's such a hang-up, because I'm usually quite quiet when I poo, and as a kid I wasn't shy about farting.
If I did manage to get to the toilets at a time when there was no-one there, but then someone came in whilst I was sitting down, I'd either try to hold on until they'd finished, or if things were more urgent than that (which they often were) I'd quickly put tons and tons of toilet roll into the bowl to mask any splashing noises (which then blocked the toilet). I remember one time when I was about eight, I actually put the toilet roll in my hands and caught the poo before gently lowering it into the bowl, but then I got so worried I might have got poo on my hands that I spent far too long washing my hands and ended up being late going back to class. Another time, I simply gave up and pulled my pants and trousers back up, which led to an accident on my way home later that afternoon.
I couldn't even poo around my friends if they were outside the stall, let alone acquaintances - in fact I just wouldn't go in the stall in the first place if they were there. The only exception was my best friend that I wrote about last summer, who had had a couple of accidents alongside me, and even then I was very, very reluctant. If someone had asked me back then whether I'd rather go and poo on the toilet or have an accident in the classroom, I'd have said that I would definitely rather go on the toilet, but in practice the anxiety would be overwhelming and I would keep putting it off until it was too late and it was already coming out, or came out before I could find an unoccupied toilet. I think I already wrote about a time when I even pooed myself whilst actually in the school loos, because when I saw how many people were there I tried to pee at a urinal even though I knew I needed to poo as well, and I couldn't avoid doing both at the same time.
To make matters worse, given that I would only ever open the door of the school loos in primary school for a poo if I was really desperate, if I then saw that they were busy and left, I'd often find that either the pressure on my bum increased a lot, or my sphincter involuntarily started to relax, or both at the same time. If I did go in a cubicle, it was sometimes touch-and-go whether I'd lower my trousers and pants and sit down before it started to come out. This was particularly the case around ages 7-9, after which my control started to get a bit better. I remember one afternoon when I was eight, I had started needing to go in the lesson after lunch, and had been holding on during afternoon playtime. I had got to the point where I was fidgeting and couldn't stand still - doing a bit of a discrete 'poo dance' - and I realised I was going to have to try and get to the loo before it was too late. I made my way inside but the bell went at the same time, and I got to the toilets at the same time as several other kids who were all clearly planning on peeing before going back to class. I tried not to show that I was beginning to panic and went to hang my long winter coat up in the cloakroom, but as I was stood by my peg a rush of warm, mushy poo suddenly came out. I was even standing with my legs slightly apart, so if anyone had known what was happening I would have probably looked like a toddler pooing his nappy - fortunately I hadn't taken my coat off yet and I don't think anyone noticed. I managed to stop the flow of poo and was hoping that enough had now come out that I'd be able to hold on to the rest until hometime, but this was one of those accidents where the pressure kept on building, and I barely made it ten minutes into the final lesson before the same thing happened again, except this time I wasn't able to stop the whole lot from adding to the mess in my pants. Luckily it wasn't too long until the final bell went, but I was really worried that the other kids might work out who the smell was coming from. I was sat in my chair at the time and thankfully all the poo stayed in my pants without any leakage. When I got home I tried to hide my pooey pants in a bag under my bed, but my mum soon noticed the smell and worked out what had happened. I was mildly told off because I hadn't changed my trousers after taking my pants off, and had made the sofa smelly whilst sitting on it to watch TV - my eight-year-old brain thought that if I'd removed my pooey pants, then I must no longer smell.
To answer Matt's question - I eat a very high-fibre diet and have done since I was a young kid. I find that the more fibre I eat, the larger and mushier my poos are, but the less strongly they smell. Soluble fibre tends to make for mushier poos; insoluble fibre makes for large, soft but more formed ones. You could maybe try eating a lot of cheese, eggs and meat (foods with a lot of sulphur) alongside the fibre to add to the smell, but I have to say my own poos have tended to only get very strong-smelling at the rare times that I've been a bit constipated. The one exception was a time I wrote about last year when I ate far too many sorbitol-based mints in a short time - the smell was absolutely awful but they caused outright liquid diarrhoea rather than a formed or mushy stool, and there was nothing satisfying about the experience.
Elphaba
I hope everyone's okay. This story is from my recent trip up to London.
After going to Portobello Road Market and visiting the British Museum, I found myself in Leicester Square. As this was around half six, I was looking for somewhere to have dinner with my plan being to use the bathroom first to deal with my growing need to have a wee and then sit down and have a bite to eat. I came across a Weatherspoon's (a chain of bars in the UK) and went inside. The bathrooms were right at the back which I got to after making my way through the busy Friday evening crowd. Getting to the bathroom, I noticed a woman behind me and held the door open so she could enter too. The bathroom had three cubicles with floor to ceiling side partitions, but the individual doors were normal sized, the ones that have a gap from the floor of about 15-20cm. I went into the first cubical and the other woman went into the second. I took my backpack of my back and put it onto the hook on the door before rolling down my tights and my panties. I sat on the toilet and had a really long and reliving pee. It was so long that the woman who has entered at the same time had already finished and had been replaced by another woman. I wiped and then, after pulling up my panties and tights, smoothed down my dress before grabbing my bag and unlocking the cubical door. I had just finished washing my hands when I heard a Welsh accent call out 'does your cubical have any toilet paper; mines all out". I didn't want to answer due to my deeper trans voice but I walked from the sinks to go back to my cubical to get some paper and pass it under the door - or so I thought. But as I walked past the other cubical, I saw that the other woman had opened it halfway and was leaning to the left and forward, so she was in the gap between the door and the cubical divider (I don't know if she was a bit drunk or just didn't care about being seen on the loo) Getting the loo roll from my cubical I then passed it to her. She thanked me and then shut the door while I quietly said that it was no problem to help her. I then left the bathroom marvelling that that had just happened.
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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?
This question came up. The answer is, words matter. These items are related
1. Off subject posts We cannot stress this enough. It is covered at length in the FAQ.
2. Your romantic relations and activities stay out of your post. [Not an adult? This shouldn't be something we have to say not to do.] Beyond section 4 of the FAQ, lies a gray area that is simply a quality issue. Why should coarse, talk and private conversation become ubiquitous?
Sure romantic partners encounter each other in many intellectual, sensual and intimate ways, as they share space and time together. This is their time and space, and their sacred construct. Tact and mutual respect dictate a level of exclusivity that does not include everyone else, in perpetuity. You are two consenting adults. Work at building something solid and durable in the real world, that belongs to you.
Miranda
Responses
Jry's question:
Does anyone feel a degree of awkwardness by being heard from the outside by an acquaintance who is not a friend?
It has been a somewhat concern of mine a few times when I'm on the toilet either peeing or crapping. As I saw it then, and this was in middle school and high school, and a few times I had waited for a cubicle with a door to open up because I wanted some privacy, and while I sat a teacher or administrator would peer in on me. This was between the door and the cubicle wall. This was a larger school and only a couple of them knew who I was. However, as creepy as it was, I realized that privacy isn't a full guarantee where a couple of toilets down vaping has been reported, or a couple of girls have been taken out for another violation.
Elvia:
Someone you are close to is on the toilet, but you are only able to hear them? It has happened a few times with a couple of my "regulars" in child care situations when we are out and about. As long as I can hear them, I can do my thing next door while I can her them completing their task.
Jennifer
Going without "silencer"
Yesterday I felt brave and was going to go number two without "silencer" (wads of toilet paper to muffle any sounds). It was harder than I thought and couldn't really relax properly with Adam in the apartment. After a while I got worried I had been in the suspiciously long, so I started to gently push which helped. In my head it made huge disgusting splashing sounds and I even blushed, and covered my face in my hands. Anyway, now there was no turning back. But it felt a bit forced and only a little bit came out. Most often everything just comes out pretty fast for me in one go and I feel pretty done after.
Then he knocked on the door and asked if he could take over the bathroom. As he's on a stool softener I thought it was a bit urgent so I just flushed and quickly washed my hands. It didn't seem that urgent after all as he sat there in silence for several minutes. By now my own urge started to make it self known. Finally I heard him go and thought it was my time, but no, he kept sitting so maybe he wasn't completely done. I cleaned up in the kitchen but now I was really getting strong urges to go, but luckily he flushed and came out. Why do people just sit in their own poop smell and scroll their phone, seems like a weird thing to do, but ok. So finally I could have the bathroom again, but now the urge had mostly gone away. But I felt I needed to go more and it's nice to have it done before I go to the office. I put some "silencer" anyway to see if that would help me relax, but still nothing. I started to run out of time so I just had to leave for work. On my way there I started to get some stomach ache and had to pass wind. Luckily there is a outdoor walk from the bus to the office where I could release without worrying about anyone hearing or smelling. The whole day I was just supergassy and during one meeting I even had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom - to FART, haha. Just annoying when I get interrupted and can't have a nice complete bowel movement in the morning. So a little setback, but I will try without silencer more times. Perhaps I'm not as inhibited as I thought I was. Good news he didn't say anything or even react in anyway, but it still felt weird and disgusting. Maybe I'll get used to it.
Anna from Austria
human resources lady stank up the bathroom
Hello everybody. That's my new story for today that happend earlier this week.
it was at lunchbreak. I was talking with a coworker near the bathrooms about private stuff. While we were talking I noticed the human resources lady heading towards the restrooms. About 8 to 10 minutes later she came back while we were still talking. Soon after that I had to finish the conversation because the lun break was about to end and I wanted to pee before going back to office.
So I headed to ladies room as well. As soon I opened the door of the ladies room I was hit by a very intense poop smell. It was horrible. It was so intense that I decided to leave the bathroom and head to another.
I still do not know how the HR lady managed it to stunk up the bathroom that much. Stalls at the ladies room at work are completely closed. from the ceiling to the ground. If you close the door right after you leave the stall the smell should not escape that much. Apparently the HR lady did not close the door after leaving her stall.
It was the first time ever at work that somebody stank up the bathroom that bad. Sometimes I entered a stall where there was still some poop smell lingering but that was the first time that the whole bathroom was literally blown up.
That's my story for today.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
On Monday at was to take your children to the office day and like family day event and all , So my dad zoom called everyone and we did paper rock my sister and I to see who will go and my brother was keeping score the best out of 7 well I won 4-3 , so Monday came and I got up early that day to shower and do my hair, as I got dressed I had to pee , so I went got out of the shower and peed, afterwards I finished my shower and did my hair in pigtails and dressed in polo and skirt knee length socks and buckle shoes. So drunk some juice before leaving sense breakfast was going to be provided. So my dad said that I will be there for me if I need to talk with him and found out that my test negative. But what a wake up call. When we got there my dad said that it be good for him to move his bowels before he eat, I don't understand that saying. So I grabbed two separate plates one just fruit and yogurt and the other one had donuts and eggs meats pastries cereal bars I ate it all. My dad said I'm a growing girl but deep down it was the stress I been under. So two hours later I had to crap big time and my godfather did see me and being antisocial and told me that his bathroom was open for me, so I thanked him and I slipped out and made my way up to the 7 floor suite and long straight hall and to the left and went went right and open his office door, and turned right and open the door, to a fresh clean well kept bathroom with two rolls of toilet paper, magazines and the seat up and I closed the door didn't lock it cause it was just me and I lowered my panties to my ankles and lifted my skirt and put the seat down and sat down on the toilet, after sitting for few minutes, my hole stayed open for a good 10 minutes before closing and opening up again I got to look between my legs the bowl was full of poop with little water so I flushed it with two flush's and I cleaned myself with the biget it was one satisfying poop and afterwards I air dry my bottom afterwards I got my panties back around waist and re adjust my skirt and washed my hands and sprayed the bathroom with air freshener cause I knew that I stunk it up and I rejoined my dad and we won few prizes and I won couple individual gifts, come on spring break before we left I peed and my dad peed also , good overall day with my dad.
Mina Kazumi Maho Hisae
Dear.... many people
Famous bad foursome of this site is back again. "Oh no"....??
Dear Thunder: Maho sometimes uses "massage" function of bidet, when she has trouble to do motions. Sometimes it helps her a bit. In Japan we call it "washlet" but I think it is same thing. In our loos, it is not so scary. Good idea to move your bottom just little bit so water aims at best place.
Dear Bianca: We four have some experience of doing wee and motions into hole. When we were more younger, many loos in countryside were hole in ground and no flush. You can find some stories of our experience, I think it is page 2330, 2430 and somewhere near 2885 but not sure. Post of 2885 is about cheap ski lodge.
We all feel that when we do motions in a such loo, we like to hear sound of "splat" when our turd hits the pit under the loo. And since we are big eaters, it is always many many "splat" sounds.
Kazumi told us story of her trip to countryside when she was about 13. There too, loo was hole in ground. Her mother just beginning to be a fussy about how much motions Kazu do, because Kazu was adolescence. Kazu felt very full. She worry that she stay too long and mother hit her. But....
When she squatted, turds came out at once. About eleven she said, and they were very heavy so big splat sound, but they came out fast. They were quite soft and they all came out in less than one minute. So she wiped her beautiful bottom (Mina is sure it was beautiful then like it is beautiful now-- OW! Kazu take away your angry fingers!) and washed hands and ran out of loo and back to room and her mother said nothing.
Now Mina has pain left half of her bottom. After she finish to type she will pinch hard Kazu's beautiful bottom.
Dear Kristi: We are happy you are fine now! We have bidet (washlet) but it doesn't have drying function so after wash, we dry bottom of crush with paper. Sometimes we also wipe dirty bottom before use washlet. not so often. Only when we want to do.
It is true that we don't need toilet paper so much. Good for our wallet.
We hope everyone is fine. Many storms in Europe, we hope no damage to anyone.
Love to all of you.
Hisae Maho Kazumi Mina
Mina
P.S.
Dear Bianca: Story about loos with hole in ground in ski resort is page 2895. We found. We hope you enjoy to read.
Usually, in house with loo which is hole in ground, there is chimney outside, and top of chimney goes round and round.
Dear Everyone: Around page 2890, we asked question to all you about which you like better, bathtub and toilet in same room or bathtub and toilet in two different rooms. It seems that nobody gave to us answer, so we are sad very much.
Love to all of you.
H.K.M.M.
Nasiba
Am I Normal?
Most of the girls using the bathrooms at my school before classes begin in the morning are are taking craps. Then they run for class. Too many don't flush in their haste. Then during passing period to 2nd hour so many of us coffee drinkers have to piss. Sometimes the line is 3 or 4 deep and some may not get onto their toilet during the 5 minute period. Several times this year I come in, bladder bursting, and see the middle toilet out of a row of 20 some is available. No privacy door. One or two loads of shit in the bowl. I run over, drop my sweats, and do a minute-long or longer piss. Some of the others waiting in the lines express surprise. Why? Am I normal?
Friday, March 04, 2022
John H
Comments
Hi all. Just some comments today though I can feel a poo building as I type this post.
@Veronica. Glad you told your boyfriend and he was understanding. Have you told him about this forum?I find this interesting as don't know if I could tell my girlfriend. Do you go to the bathroom with him every time he poos excluding when he has runny poo? How near the toilet is he ok with you watching from? Would you like to see him do a runny poo or do you prefer more solid ones? Has he asked you to poo with him in the bathroom? Has this sharing added to your closeness or intimacy? Please share more stories when you can.
@Jry. I enjoy your detailed posts. To your recent question, I have no trouble going to the toilet while work colleagues can hear me going but I would be the same as you if a colleague actively held a conversation with me as I pooped. It's never happened and I know I have been heard on the toilet in work but having a conversation would be off putting I think.
@Tyler C. That was a neat way to have a pee in your pants without anyone noticing.
It is also interesting to read others experiences on the topic of going in ones pants like you, Luvs Lightning, Hannah and Mary W.
@Luvs Lightning. Hi and welcome. Did you and your husband always do this or did one of you get the other started? I guess pee is easier to clean up so I was wondering when it comes to poo do you not do it if you are waring good clothes or if you feel the poo may not be solid for example? or do you do it regardless when you need to go and there is no toilet near you? Hope you post some experiences as it sounds like you have went in your pants in lots of different situations.
@Elvia. Yes I am glad the sight is ok too. I was afraid it was gone and the nice community here was lost. Glad it's sorted. On a side note I often wonder if many people work on keeping this sight going day to day. Anyway, to your question. It's interesting and I hope others respond. The nature of my circumstances mean that sound is very important.I have been in bathrooms with partners and friends, both male and female. I have even had friends use the toilet while talking to me on the phone, which I found interesting for sure. A partner once sent me a sound file of her peeing too.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.
Veronica
To John H
I haven't showed him this forum yet, but I definitely can't wait to show him. Him letting me watch has brought us closer together in a way, I feel like watching him perform this very private act in front of me has made me more attracted to him, which I didn't think was possible. Carl let's me watch almost all of the time. There are certain times where he wants privacy if he has really bad diarrhea. Sometimes he does let me watch him have diarrhea though. I don't have a preference for the type of bowel movements he has. I just love watching him (: I'm so thankful for him! I have plenty of more stories to tell! I'm so glad you enjoy them
>Kristi
Lot to report
I haven't been posting here enough. I've been saving up my thoughts though, so this is going to be a longer post.
I just sat down on the pot, getting ready to take a dump. I didn't go this morning so this one will probably be a big one.
Peeing now...
The last time I posted, I was struggling with some tough depression. I take Celexa and I'm usually in a good place mentally. But sometimes I'll just go into a spiral; sometimes I don't even know what brings it on.
I'm happy to say that I 'm feeling SOOOO much better mentally now. Thank you all for your kindness.
I'm smiling and laughing more. Steve and I are good; we're making love regularly (we actually just did!)
Anyways, I have big news: Our bidet has arrived!
It's going to be 3-4 weeks before it's hooked up and usable. Steve and I are both looking forward to using it. It should mean buying a lot less toilet paper (we have two other bathrooms; I'm thinking we'll still keep a roll at the ready in our master bathroom even with the bidet.)
I think Steve is a tad disappointed... one of his guilty pleasures (that I indulge him in) is being able to wipe me after I go. I'll still let him do that even after we get the bidet.
I'm going to need some practice using the bidet. When I was in Spain, I pooped in the toilet and then decided to try the bidet. It ended up shooting water pretty much everywhere except where I needed it to. So I ended up just wiping.
Lavah: You need to just go ahead and marry this Nathan guy. Seriously. Pooping in front of each other on your first date? That's love at first sight.
Mina Hisae Maho Kazumi: Yes, I have a very good man in Steve. And guess what? I'm starting to enjoy watching him go!
And yes, Emily is awesome.
The first time I saw her poop was about 8 years ago. Camping trip. 4 of us girls in a tent.
It was super early in the morning; the sun was just coming up. Emily nudged me awake and asked if I'd go with her so she could relieve herself. We were always buddying up just to stay safe.
We walked about a quarter mile. I stood watch while she pulled down her pajama pants.
I was expecting to hear the sound of pee hitting the ground. After a good 30 seconds of not hearing this sound, I asked, "Are you okay, Em?"
She says, "Yep" as she grunts. I turn around and see her pushing face.
I'm a little embarrassed. I turned away and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going number two."
She said there was nothing for me to be sorry for. She finished her business (she peed too) and wiped with the toilet paper we had brought.
And then of course it happens. It happens so often to me. If I hear or see someone else pooping, my body decides it's time to go.
I've been in ladies rooms so many times just to pee. And then I'll hear the sound of someone pooping, or just farting. And then my butt will just relaxes itself. Sometimes I don't actually go. But I'll get the feeling. (Does this happen with anyone else?)
[I'm going to stop my story here to let you all know (because I'm sure you were all really waiting to know) that while I've been sitting here typing, I've had a very relaxing poop. The first log just slid out; that was followed by some light pushes. I'm going to give it a little more pushing.]
Back to our outdoors story...
(And by the way, I do know that you're supposed to dig a hole when you poop outside. Emily and I were not very environmentally-friendly that morning.)
So after standing there while Emily was dropping a load, the urge to go came over me.
I told her, "I have to go now." I remember her saying, "Piss or shit?"
"Both", I told her. She giggled. I giggled.
I squatted down right next to her pile (which was quite a pile). I remember that she definitely out-pooped me that morning.
Strange, but that was a good bonding experience for us.
Wow. That was a lot of typing. I've been sitting here over my smelly poop for 30 minutes. I should wrap this up.
I love you all!
Kristi
Miranda
Responses
Jry's question:
Does anyone feel a degree of awkwardness by being heard from the outside by an acquaintance who is not a friend?
It has been a somewhat concern of mine a few times when I'm on the toilet either peeing or crapping. As I saw it then, and this was in middle school and high school, and a few times I had waited for a cubicle with a door to open up because I wanted some privacy, and while I sat a teacher or administrator would peer in on me. This was between the door and the cubicle wall. This was a larger school and only a couple of them knew who I was. However, as creepy as it was, I realized that privacy isn't a full guarantee where a couple of toilets down vaping has been reported, or a couple of girls have been taken out for another violation.
Elvia:
Someone you are close to is on the toilet, but you are only able to hear them? It has happened a few times with a couple of my "regulars" in child care situations when we are out and about. As long as I can hear them, I can do my thing next door while I can her them completing their task.
Jennifer
Going without "silencer"
Yesterday I felt brave and was going to go number two without "silencer" (wads of toilet paper to muffle any sounds). It was harder than I thought and couldn't really relax properly with Adam in the apartment. After a while I got worried I had been in the suspiciously long, so I started to gently push which helped. In my head it made huge disgusting splashing sounds and I even blushed, and covered my face in my hands. Anyway, now there was no turning back. But it felt a bit forced and only a little bit came out. Most often everything just comes out pretty fast for me in one go and I feel pretty done after.
Then he knocked on the door and asked if he could take over the bathroom. As he's on a stool softener I thought it was a bit urgent so I just flushed and quickly washed my hands. It didn't seem that urgent after all as he sat there in silence for several minutes. By now my own urge started to make it self known. Finally I heard him go and thought it was my time, but no, he kept sitting so maybe he wasn't completely done. I cleaned up in the kitchen but now I was really getting strong urges to go, but luckily he flushed and came out. Why do people just sit in their own poop smell and scroll their phone, seems like a weird thing to do, but ok. So finally I could have the bathroom again, but now the urge had mostly gone away. But I felt I needed to go more and it's nice to have it done before I go to the office. I put some "silencer" anyway to see if that would help me relax, but still nothing. I started to run out of time so I just had to leave for work. On my way there I started to get some stomach ache and had to pass wind. Luckily there is a outdoor walk from the bus to the office where I could release without worrying about anyone hearing or smelling. The whole day I was just supergassy and during one meeting I even had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom - to FART, haha. Just annoying when I get interrupted and can't have a nice complete bowel movement in the morning. So a little setback, but I will try without silencer more times. Perhaps I'm not as inhibited as I thought I was. Good news he didn't say anything or even react in anyway, but it still felt weird and disgusting. Maybe I'll get used to it.
Tricky
Re: Jry, Pooping with acquaintances outside the door
I've always been mildy uncomfortable peeing or pooping with anyone in earshot, whether they were acquaintances, friends, or family members. But as long as they couldn't see me, I'd do so without hesitation. Pooping in view of them was the line that I simply didn't want to cross.
I've also pooped in a public restroom with an assortment of friends and acquaintances scores of times while they did the same thing, and we got to hear each others noises, but it was thankfully always in an environment with normal stalls. I'd like to think I'd be shameless about a circumstance where we used doorless stalls or open commodes, but that opportunity has never presented itself ever since I developed a begrudging willingness to use such facilities.
All of my male coworkers from previous places of employment have heard me farting and plopping away after seeing me enter a stall or before hearing me wipe and subsequently leave the stall. I'd probably been heard pooping by male coworkers hundreds of times, with them knowing it was me making the noises. I've even had work-related conversations with former bosses while I was seated in a stall, audibly pooping or while wiping. On one occasion, a male coworker and I stopped at a rest stop and we carried on a work-related conversation as I sat in a half-stall, loudly blatting away and he stood at the sink washing his hands with me in view of the mirror.
Back in 2009, there was a coworker who I'd only known for a day. We were driving and both needed to stop at a restroom. I needed to take a massive dump because I'd been holding it in for hours. We picked a Target store to relieve ourselves. The Mens' room was a three stall two-urinal arrangement, and the back two stalls were taken, leaving me the one near the urinals. I entered the stall, dropped my pants to my feet, and crackled out a series of logs while my coworker carried on conversation about the job.
Janitors of both sexes have heard me poop in many places before seeing me exit the restroom. A few cleaners even came in and started cleaning while I was blatting away in the stall with my pants at my ankles, and at one particular rest stop that had half stalls a cleaning lady walked in on me mid-poop and saw my face above the stall(that story is on page 2875). On another occasion at a bus station back in 2010, I had to take an emergency poop and a cleaning lady was already in the restroom, and she let me use a stall while she cleaned the rest of the Mens' room; it was embarrassing, but I had no choice unless I wanted to fill my pants. Cleaning ladies have heard me pooping at work, rest stops, the university I used to attend, a grocery store, a library, a mall, and a few other places. The only ones who I encountered repeatedly were the ones at work though, and at work is where I was most frequently heard by them. The Men would come in and clean if I was in a stall. The female cleaners would most often wait outside the Mens' room door for me to finish once they knew the room was occupied by me. The janitors at work quickly learned who I was after having to clean a swirl of thick smears out of a toilet or even unclog a toilet thanks to my digestive output, and on a few occasions I had to ask them for wiping material because the dispenser was empty. It was always awkward seeing them in the hall at random when they'd say hello, because prior they were forced to clean up after my digestive system and they knew it. My appearance would forever be associated with the poop I produced that they had to contend with. I'm still somewhat embarrassed just thinking about it, in spite of the fact that I'm now otherwise totally shameless about pooping.
Even some of my female coworkers have heard me poop. The Mens' room and Womens' room on the floor I worked at were adjacent and there was a vent between them, allowing the noises between each room to travel. More than once, me and a female coworker would see each other enter our respective restrooms and subsequently hear each others' noises. On one occasion, the fact that me and a female coworker heard each other defecating was also mutually acknowledged.
My office pooping hijinks can be read about on page 2880, titled "Poop at the Office".
A story I have yet to post had me and two 20-something female coworkers at an office trailer out of town meeting some elderly male contractors for a project we were working on, away from our normal office. The meeting was all day long and both lunch and dinner was brought in. I ended up having to pee multiple times and eventually poop in the trailer's unisex bathroom. There was no sound deadening whatsoever and there was a one-foot gap at the bottom of the wooden door. I will type that up at some point, but everyone in that trailer got to hear me pooping. For one of those two female coworkers, it also wasn't the first time she heard my noises given the bathroom vent at the home office. I go through so much food and fiber that I typically produce 3-5 lbs of poop a day during the course of 3-4 separate toilet visits, and that particular day was no exception. There was no way I could hold it in for the duration without causing myself grave discomfort, or possibly having to relent and causing a clog.
One time back in 2007, after a job interview, I had to take a massive emergency dump from all the beans I ate the previous day. The restrooms were located near the conference table and 15 people of both sexes heard me taking an explosive dump during their meeting. My noises in fact interrupted the meeting. The woman who interviewed me knocked on the door and told me how to turn the fan on. I ended up clogging the toilet and had to plunge it, and mercifully, there was a plunger there. Everyone was staring at me as I left the restroom. Ironically, I got the job, but before I could be hired, the office was bought out and shut down. I recounted the events of that story in a post on page 2873 called "The Interview".
I've also pooped at many a strangers' house that a friend had dragged me to, or the parents' house of someone I've dated, only for the sounds of my output to travel and be acknowledged by those who were there.
Truth be told, the vast majority of people I've become acquainted with and have spent at least a few hours in the presence thereof have heard me pee and/or poop. Even after it happened hundreds of times, I'd still get embarrassed about it, at least up until being forced to use doorless stalls and open toilets in the presence of random strangers enough times finally made me totally shameless about pooping. Oddly enough, I've never been in a circumstance where I was forced to use doorless stalls and open toilets in front of friends, acquaintances, or family members, albeit there were a few highly embarrassing occasions where I was walked in on while pooping in an otherwise private room and they got to see me seated with my pants down. There were also a few times where me and an acquaintance unintentionally saw each other through an obnoxiously large gap in a stall as I was seated.
Denny
Privacy in family
What were your family's privacy habits like when you were a kid?
I ask because my mother and I lived in basically a studio apartment for many years and there was never any bathroom privacy for either of us. But even at that my mother never hesitated to stand over me and talk to me when I was pooping. She'd check me to see if I had wiped my butt properly even when I was 12-13. And whenever one of us had to take a major poop we'd apologize in advance because we knew the apartment might stink for a long time.
Needless to say I didn't have my friends over to play much but one time Mom had to watch two of them for most of a Saturday. I tried to avoid using the bathroom but couldn't. Having to stink up the apartment with both of them there and Mom kidding me about the stink was probably the most embarrassed I've ever been.
Cal K
College Clog
Thanks for the welcome, Jry! I can definitely relate to feeling uncomfortable pooping around certain people. I have no problem using a public restroom, but can think of a few times when I've walked into the bathroom at work to poop, seen a supervisor's feet in the stall, and immediately walked out rather than go next to them.
After our first buddy dump, Lee and I started to find time to poop together every week. If we weren't around when the time came, we'd text updates about how things went and even started sharing pictures of our most impressive loads. One day I sent Lee a message asking if he needed a poop and he responded, "No.. sorry Cal, I've been a little constipated and haven't really gone in two days." This was pretty unusual for both of us, so I asked him some questions about what he'd been eating and if this happens often. He said he'd been eating the same amount and things he usually does which is why this is so weird. I told him it'd work itself out on its own soon and not to be too worried about it yet. I was looking forward to hearing how things proceeded for him, though.
The next night after dinner, Lee and I went over to the Arts building to work on some projects we had coming up. I brought along an iced coffee hoping to get my bowels moving since I hadn't gone yet that day and after watching him eat two platefulls at dinner I figured I should see how his were doing. "Ugh, still nothing," he complained, "And I'm starting to feel really bloated. I was hoping that everything I ate today would move things along, but nothing."
"Do you like coffee? I'll give you some of mine, it always kickstarts things for me."
"Not really," he said, eyeing my drink, "But at this point I think I'd try anything."
As we were working, Lee ended up drinking about half my coffee. About an hour later I ripped a pretty good fart and Lee looked over a little jealously. "Not feeling anything yet?" I asked. He groaned and shook his head.
Twenty minutes later I could feel the urge to poop coming on pretty strong, but wanted to wait it out a little while longer to see if Lee started getting similar results. Half an hour later and I was getting pretty uncomfortable and releasing silent but deadly farts every few minutes. Suddenly, I heard a groan from Lee and looked over at him. He was holding his stomach and said, "I just got a really weird cramp in my stomach."
"It's time?" I asked him excitedly.
He laughed, "It better be, I feel like my insides are all squeezing up at once."
"Then let's get to the bathroom, I've been dropping silent bombs for the last 20 minutes."
"Yeah, I know," Lee said dryly, "Your smells travel."
We walked down the hall to one of our preferred pooping spots. There was almost never anyone in it and it was always remarkably clean for a college bathroom. There were three stalls. The first was handicapped but right across from the door and the space between the stall door and wall was so wide that you could clearly see anyone sitting on the toilet in there. Lee and I never really used that one even though it was roomier and had a more comfortable toilet. Instead, we went to the two normal stalls. I took the middle one while Lee went to the far stall.
I got seated right away, but I heard Lee groan again and grab the stall wall for support before he started to undo his pants. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he replied, "Just another cramp. This better be it." He started pulling his pants down when I heard him release a long airy fart before his ass touched the seat. "Oh my god, that's the first time I've farted all day!"
"Sounds like a good sign to me," I laughed. At this point, my poop started its way out silently and plopped into the bowl with a small airy fart. I felt mostly empty after that, but waited since there was usually a small follow-up a few minutes later.
I heard another groan from Lee's stall followed by another long airy fart. "Oh shit," he muttered a couple seconds after that. I could hear faint crackling starting but nothing really happened, telling me that Lee's hole was opening but there wasn't anything coming out. I started to hear him give little grunts as he tried to get things started.
I laughed and jokingly said, "You got this buddy."
He quietly chuckled. "Thanks for your support," he responded with a strain in his voice.
Another minute or two later I pushed out the last of my poop, just a few small logs that audibly plopped into the toilet. After that I heard a short intake of breath from Lee followed by a whispered, "Oh man…" and a low, slow crackling as his poop started to inch its way out. It was clear he was struggling with a massive turd since his usual logs come out pretty quickly. This one was taking its time. It suddenly got quiet before Lee took a deep breath and things started moving again. After a couple more seconds of slow-going Lee's crackling started to pick up and I could tell he'd finally worked out what had been blocking him up for the last few days. Everything seemed to be coming out in one, unbroken piece since the sounds continued until I heard a small airy fart and a major sigh of relief from my friend. A few louder farts quickly followed as all of the gas that had been trapped behind his monster shit made their way out.
"That sounded pretty intense," I said as I started to clean myself up.
"It was.. I don't think I've ever had a poop that big. I'm really nervous to see what this thing looks like," Lee responded as he started to unroll paper for himself.
"Well mine was nothing special, so at least one of us had an impressive dump." I flushed my toilet and went out the sinks across from the stalls. Lee pulled up his pants and turned around in his stall.
"Cal, you have to see this. I'm seriously afraid this thing isn't gonna go down." He popped the stall open and moved aside so I could see into the toilet.
Lee had released the largest single piece of poop I've ever seen. It had to have been a foot and a half long. One end looked incredibly hard and knobbly and was at least 3 inches wide. It stayed that width for a good six inches before it finally smoothed and thinned out to 2 inches until the very end. "Holy shit… are you alright?"
Lee laughed, "Yeah, I feel incredible now! A little bloated still, but I'm sure that'll pass soon."
"Good luck flushing that thing, you might be right about it not going anywhere."
"Fingers crossed," he said as he reached back and pulled the handle. Water swirled and poured around my friend's impressive feat, pulling it down into the pipes. However, as soon as it disappeared from view the water level in the toilet started to rapidly rise. "Shit!" The water stopped just before reaching the rim of the bowl.
"I don't think there's anything we can do and I wouldn't try flushing it again. The supply closet outside is locked at this time of night. I think you have to just leave it."
"Ugh, I think you're right. I have to wash my hands quick so we can get out of here before anyone else shows up."
While Lee quickly washed up I reminded him of our first poop together and said, "Well, you finally did it, you clogged one of the college toilets. This definitely makes you the Poop King."
"I guess you're right! From here on out I get first dibs on stalls so I can sit on my rightful thrones." We both laughed as we quickly left the scene of the crime so nobody would know that one of us had completely blocked up one of the toilets.
Jry
Loud crackling from my friend in the next stall
Cal K's story of his first college buddy dump reminded me of an experience I had pooping with a friend in the stall next to his, when I must have been around 21-22 years old. I was also in university, probably near the end of my second year, if I recall correctly.
Let's call my friend Bobby. Bobby was a tall, handsome, cheerful and fit guy. He had blond hair and wore glasses (he has since shifted to contact lenses). What I particularly liked about Bobby and what I think were the foundations of our friendship is the fact that he was also a deep thinker: he liked reading complex philosophical books and political theory positions.
Unfortunately, because Bobby had a very busy life and was involved in many activities, we rarely spent much time together, except when studying or during some of our university lectures. But we did take many courses together and were involved in teamwork during our first years in university. It was during our teamwork sessions that I gradually became aware of some habits of him when it came to pooping.
The first one was: He seemed like a relatively slow pooper. Sometimes during our teamwork or study sessions, we would go to the bathroom and spend between 10 and 15 minutes. Rarely did I see him spend less than 10 minutes in one of the campus bathrooms. One could have thought he spent some of that time in his cellphone, but Bobby most of the time left his cellphone in the table or desk where we were working, along with his other stuff. A second habit I discovered is the fact that he seemed to start losing focus or get very slightly more serious / irritated when he was in the pre-poop zone (on another note… this seems like a common pattern, at least among my male friends). Every time he went to the bathroom to poop, it was foreshadowed by his slight change in mood or his decreased ability to be productive in the teamwork. This relates to the third habit I discovered, which were his usual times to go to the bathroom. He never went in the evening or at night, as far as I recall. He most often went in the mornings, usually after having breakfast, which would make his pooping time mid-morning. But if he, for some reason, skipped his morning poop, we would really need to go after lunch, and if for some reason he could not go (such as waiting for an important meeting with a lecturer of us), he would start complaining about how bad he needed to go to the bathroom and in some instances began to squirm to hold it in.
I don't recall my usual pooping times back then, but I must have had an irregular schedule, because I don't think I ever once considered going to the bathroom at the same time as Bobby in those early university years. Yet, I really wanted to know what caused him to spend so long in the bathroom without his cellphone, and I started imagining what he could release in the toilet.
One morning near the end of the second year of university, I went out with Bobby to have some breakfast to celebrate that he was moving out of his old apartment and into a new one. Being morning, I started wondering if Bobby had already used the bathroom before meeting with me, although this was unlikely. For breakfast, he ordered some eggs, beans, French fries, and something else I don't really recall, but he happily ate it all. I probably ordered some pancakes. In any case, after we were done having breakfast, we went out and walked towards our main university campus while we talked. We walked there because I was meeting some other friends later that day, and we agreed that a central area in the campus was our meeting point. Bobby instead wanted to go to the library to study.
As we neared one of the campus' entrances, I started feeling a fullness in my bowels and a slight twinge that signalled a pooping session was coming soon. I announced my need with something like "Man, I need to go to the bathroom, that's the first thing I'm gonna do when we arrive on campus". I was surprised that Bobby replied, "Actually, I also need to go as well. It'll be the first thing I do too". In that moment, neither of us specified whether we needed to pee or poop. I of course knew I had to poop, and by the tone of his voice and the time of the day, I figured he also had to poop.
We spent the next few minutes talking about his new apartment place, and we finally reached the nearest entrance to the campus. We walked towards Building 7, which was the nearest to that entrance, and was the home of the Computer Science and Engineering Sciences departments. As we walked towards the nearest bathroom, I was excited that I was finally going to witness what one of Bobby's poop sessions would be like, as it was something that had intrigued me for at least a year now.
Upon opening the door to the first bathroom, we found that it was unsuitable for both of us. The small bathroom consisted of only one stall (which was already taken), one urinal, and one sink. Seeing that the stall was taken, I considered walking out but Bobby first exclaimed: "Well, I'll need to find another bathroom!", confirming that he did indeed need to relieve his bowels. He looked at me and with a glance towards the urinal, he asked "Do you need to…?", asking me if I needed to pee. I replied, "No, same as you… let's find another bathroom". We walked upstairs to the second floor of Building 7, and then took a right turn and found another bathroom.
This bathroom was larger than the first one. There were four stalls against one wall, four urinals against the opposite wall, and 3 sinks right near the door. Although it was larger, the stalls themselves seemed somewhat cramped. Because I entered first, I now had the option of selecting the first stall, and I intentionally selected the middle stall of the three non-handicapped ones. I was hoping Bobby would select one of the remaining stalls to my side. And I was right! He briefly opened the handicapped one, but for some reason did not select it, and instead selected the one to my left. We kept talking about something throughout this time until, after closing his stall door, he said: "Well, let's stop talking, shall we? It'd be weird to continue the conversation while we're using the toilet". I replied, hoping to get him to relax a bit and maybe talk some more while pooping, "Well, it doesn't have to be weird. I have maintained conversations with others in the past while in the same situation". "Yeah, but… you know, each friendship dynamic might be different", suggesting that he instead wanted to poop in silence. And I was intending to respect that.
After locking the door to my stall, I lowered my pants and underwear and sat down. I heard Bobby slightly lower his pants, roll some toilet paper and wipe the toilet seat, and then he lowered his pants and underwear some more and sat down soon after. The first few seconds after we both sat down I spent thinking about what I was going to hear from Bobby's stall. I was also excited that, because the stalls were cramped, I was sitting very near Bobby, with maybe only 30 cm separating our feet. I knew I was going to hear everything, and he was also going to hear everything from my side.
A minute or so passed while I waited for Bobby to let out his poop, but he instead remained silent. I decided to encourage him slightly by starting my pooping process. I simultaneously relaxed and gave a hard push that expelled a decent-sized log into the water below, plopping loudly. I still had more in me, but before pushing again, I decided to let out some pee that had also been building up. While I was peeing, I heard Bobby let out an airy fart and (much like Cal K's friend Lee) this was followed by a very LOUD crackling sound. Much louder than I recall having ever heard up to that point. My heart was pounding, anticipating how much longer the crackling sound that announced the birth of this more-than-likely massive log would last. And boy, did it not disappoint. The crackling sound kept going for more than 30 seconds, before I heard a soft grunt from Bobby, then more crackling, a louder grunt, and a sigh of relief. This was followed by a BLOOSH sound as his turd dropped quietly into the water.
I saw through the partition under the stall that Bobby was spreading his legs. As he did this, I started releasing my second log. I pushed less intensely than before, but kept it going for longer, since this was a softer but wider and longer log. It also crackled as it came out, which I think gave Bobby the confidence to start pushing out his second log as well. My log dropped after about 15 seconds, while his crackling sound kept going, and going, and going, and it must have lasted nearly a minute. This second log of Bobby's was interspersed with some airy farts as it came out. As it was coming to an end, Bobby groaned in relief as this second log again dropped into the water with a BLOOSH sound.
I was about to push out my third and final log when my cellphone rang. It was my other friends, who I was supposed to meet soon. This prompted a surprising comment from Bobby, whom I had told that I was meeting some other friends after spending the morning with him, "Wow, right on time". Indeed, as I answered their call, they told me that they had already arrived, and they were waiting for me. I told them that I decided to hit the bathroom first, and that I would soon join them. Before the phone conversation was over, though, Bobby started releasing another log which again crackled loudly. To my extreme surprise, this crackling sound was heard by my friends, which caused them to say: "Yeah, we can hear what you're doing". That was awkward! I told them that I was going to hurry up and I would be meeting with them soon.
By now, around 6 to 7 minutes had gone by, and Bobby was still releasing significant amounts of poop. I was really enjoying the show, so I decided to wait until Bobby was done releasing logs. A couple of more minutes went by, accompanied by crackling, bloosh sounds, and even a plop, and finally Bobby announced with a sigh that he was done. As he started rolling the toilet paper, I pushed my last piece out and started wiping again. It was then that I realized that Bobby was a really meticulous wiper, as he continued wiping even after I had finished and was at the sinks washing my hands. While I was there, I told him, "I'll wait for you outside". He replied by saying, "It's ok if you need to leave, I will go to the library as soon as I'm finished here". I still decided to wait for him outside, and he emerged 3 to 4 minutes later, probably due to how well he decided that he needed to wipe (or… his butt must have been a mess, one of those two options).
Anyway, we said goodbye after he came out of the bathroom, and he went to the library while I went to meet my two other friends. When I arrived, one of them commented: "I bet you feel lighter after what I just heard". This made all of us laugh, but I did not want to tell them the truth: that the crackling they heard was not mine.
I have only listened to Bobby poop twice again, although neither one of those occasions were as memorable as this one. But I can share them in another post if you want.
Keep the great posts coming!
Jry
Miranda
When to Know, When to Go!
This past weekend me and Kennard were at the movies. At the end all the popcorn and large soda I shared with Kennard was generating my second crap of the day. My morning one at my dorm was small, but I know I didn't want to put much effort into it because I was already late and getting a nasty reminder from my babysitting mom. So I put off the finishing-off work.
Now it was after 10 p.m. at the movies, there was a line standing in the hallway for a turn on the toilet, and Kennard told me I SHOULD be able to wait until I got home. I playfully punched him and gave him one of those dumb look-downs. We've known one another for years and he will almost never crap away from home. I remember telling him once that if his parents would have sent him to a week-long summer camp, there would have been a week between stools. He basically admitted I was right, and he would hurry home right after school for the you-know-what.
Kennard seemed content that I was holding my crap and I had him change and take an alternative route back because I hadn't given up on my toilet options. A gas station that had helped me out in an emergency a few months earlier was now boarded up. Kennard said I should be able to hold it for a 25 minute drive home, but I disputed that. I knew there had to be a park nearby because we could see the bright lights from an athletic field. We ran into a couple of one-way streets, then a closed road, and while I was checking options on my phone when I clicked on an ad for a car wash. It was self-service but open 24/7. I remembered they had a single-toilet bathroom there which I had used right after I had learned to drive and was trying to put off doing homework. Dad would have grounded me if he knew I was that far away from home.
Kennard drove up to the business with five bays and no customers. I told him he could come in and keep me company. He sometimes does that and I think he gets a turn-on from it. I dropped the seat, unbuttoned my jeans and dropped my thong to the floor. I seated myself fast. My soft bowels emptied within seconds and I slid back all the way to show Kennard that I had almost filled the bowl. He saw my results, but had a smirk on his face. He pointed to the toilet paper roll. There was none. I wanted to show him how easy it was, but now I looked like the stupid one.
I grabbed Kennard from the front of his jeans, pulled him forward close to me, and I told him to check his car for some GD paper I could wipe my ass with. He didn't think. He opened the door totally exposing me to the outside, until I called him back. I think he just forgot to close it, although a couple of my friends think he did it deliberately. I knew I didn't have anything in my purse to wipe with. Finally, he came back in with a envelope about life insurance that included about six sheets of paper. I tore the sheets at the fold into three pieces each and despite several colors of ink and some really coarse paper, I cleaned myself. I didn't want to deliberately clog the small home-like toilet so I threw the used paper onto the floor in the corner.
I got up, turned around, and with one paper left, I challenged Kennard to check my wiping. He did it slow, I had to guide his hand a couple of times from front to back because he was doing it the opposite way. Then I flushed and we went back and I had slept over in his room. His roommate had left school at the semester.
Wednesday, March 02, 2022
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Sense the break up I just don't know feel like posting much on here: but I will try again soon, but anyway at my dad job I got to use his boss private bathroom cause he been knowing me sense I was a baby like my god father I probably share that story but till then happy smiles
Tricky
Re: Matt, how to take bigger poops
If you want to take really large dumps, eat lots of mixednuts and fruit. My biggest dumps have come after eating pounds of almonds over the course of a day mixed with 10+ servings of fruit. Given that I go through hundreds of grams of fiber in a day, I tend to take 3 sizable dumps each day on average, typically a foot long. If I skip a session, the next one has a high risk of being a toilet clogger.
My advice to you is to eat copious amounts of fresh fruits and vegetables, interspersed with lots of protein. Do not ignore the protein. You want something to line your gut that is going to take a long time to digest, you want lots of calories and soluble fiber to eat up your body's water reserves to harden the mass, and you want lots of insoluble fiber to add bulk. For me, mixednuts or almonds will often do that trick, we're talking about at least a 1 lb bag of them eaten within the span of 12 hours. Lots of my largest poops resulted from eating too much mixednuts or almonds too quickly. My caloric needs are such that I eat like a horse and stay skinny, and discovered how to make myself produce these horrifically large bowel movements partially by accident and partially by trial and error, but even after doing so, I never seem to learn my lesson. The best I can do to avoid these unwanted large movements is to try to keep everything moving by drinking at least a gallon of water a day. If everything goes according to schedule, I take 3-4 poops a day about 1 foot long each, always one within an hour or two after each meal. If I deviate from that by not drinking enough water, skipping meals, or holding it(as I had done to avoid using doorless stalls with an audience), I'm likely going to have a problem in a few hours. And if you want to take a really big poop, eat all of that high fiber food, and then neglect to drink enough water, skip later meals so that nothing moves in to help push it out, let it fester in your gut 12+ hours after its scheduled departure time, and try to hold it in for at least a few hours once you feel that initial twinge.
Be warned. If you do this, those monstrosities you will produce will hurt coming out, and can get even stuck. Many a time I've been stuck on a public toilet for 15+ minutes with a logjam halfway out and unwilling to budge further. They also require seemingly endless wiping, and risk clogging even the strongest industrial-strength public commodes from America's halcyon years. And quite frankly, I think doing this deliberately is dangerous. The times I got constipated like this were not intentional, and I'm lucky that my productions didn't tear my insides apart, or worse, get stuck and require medical intervention to remove. But these large movements are a fact of life for me, so I just deal with them as they come, and take mitigation steps to avoid them getting out of hand(including what used to be unthinkable for me: going wherever/whenever the need arises, even if it means using open toilets and doorless stalls with an audience, or pooping on a first date).
But you want to produce them intentionally? I must say, it is quite a unique feeling. It is as pleasurable as it is painful. You might change your mind after just one of those dumps. They can be a struggle, and will often want to come out at inconvenient times and places.
Veronica
During Thanksgiving, Carl and I took a trip to New Mexico to spend the holiday with my sister and her husband. Carl usually gets diarrhea or constipation during travelling, this time was no different. At the airport before our flight he went to the bathroom four times. He was pooped after the fourth trip, and he rested his head on my lap while we sat
next to our gate. His stomach was gurgling to I tried to soothe him by rubbing it.
When we got on the plane he has settled a bit, we both slept some of the duration of the flight. I was awoken when he jumped suddenly and looked worried. "I really need to shit" he muttered to me. He stood up to use the bathroom, but saw that there were two people in line. His need was very urgent. I watched him squirming a bit while standing in line.
It was finally his turn, and he was in there for 10 minutes. I had to pee so I headed for the bathroom and waited for Carl to come out. He emerged and blushed when he saw me waiting. "Sorry it stinks in there" he said. "Don't worry baby as long as you feel better" I reassured him. I went in the bathroom and it was stinky from his visit. I didn't mind and sat down to do my business. The rest of the flight Carl felt alright. We arrived at my sister Angela's and her husband Carson's house and we got settled in the guest bedroom. The guest bedroom is right next to the bathroom, when I was in the room unpacking I heard someone walk into the bathroom and close the door. They lowered their pants and sat their ass on the seat. I was stunned at how thin the walls were that I could here this.
I heard a fart that sounded wet, along with crackling and then "plop plop plop" *fart. Silence for a few seconds... *BLOP splat* the person sighed and started to roll tp to wipe. When they unlocked the bathroom door to come out I decided to find out who this mystery person was. I walked out of the room and glanced to see Carson exiting the bathroom. He gave me a shy smile and walked passed me. A slight poop odor seeping it's way in the hall. Nothing really happened the rest of our stay, but we sure had an amazing Thanksgiving.
David P
Poo at work
David P here again
First for some comments
Jry: Thanks for your comment. Yes my constipation is better at the moment, seeming to be going every day or twice a day in the week now I am still constipated at the weekends though as I struggle to go on Saturday and Sunday I have a small hard turd usually.
Abbie & Jasmin K : If you see this please do post again both of you wrote such great stories!
Veronica : good for you for saying to your boyfriend how you feel and happy to see it turned out ok. Maybe you could do a buddy dump together?
Lavah : excellent story great description, sorry you were so constipated but it made for good reading!
Now a story about my poo at work, sorry it is a bit long.
I haven't had much to post recently as things have been going much better with my constipation going every day before I go to work and I have been feeling much better for it. My poo is so much softer and easier to push out now. Today I have a story what happened to me today at work, as described above things have been much more predictable with my bowels but this morning I got up late as I have been so tired lately and it has been cold here in the UK so not wanting to get out of bed and didn't get a chance to have breakfast and my drink that usually gets my bowels moving. So I drove to work, a stressful drive as I was going to be late but managed to arrive at work with 2 minutes to spare. I was feeling a bit nervy as I was working from a new site for this week covering, I went to my office, a small and narrow room and closed the door behind me, I have my own little office which is good for me as I tend to fart a lot. I logged onto the computer and checked my emails and got on with some tasks, I had forgotten to have breakfast in the rush so I got out a couple of breakfast bars to eat, high fibre ones, a couple of hours later around 11 o'clock I ate my lunch, most of the morning I had been farting a lot really loud ones (good I was alone) and had a growing need for a wee. The pressure was building so I went off to find the staff room they had individual toilets with the sinks and toilet contained which is nice, I farted a few times when having a wee and thought I may need to have a poo as well. I got really anxious as I never poo at work if I can help it but in the rush I didn't go in the morning. I decided to wash my hands and head back to work and try and forget about it. As the next hour went by I ended up farting a lot more and the pressure was building in my belly. After walking to finish some jobs I had to do I went to fart again but this time it felt like the head of a poo was about to come out. My heart sank, I went back to my office and tried to control myself (I was facing a big fear I needed a poo, it was my first day in a new office and it was two hours until I could leave and then a 40 minute drive) I wanted to hold off if I could and tried to get some work done on the computer but the pressure was too much. It took me a while to pluck up the courage to head to the toilet. I kept trying to tell myself that everyone poos and the toilet was private and contained so not as bad as a room full of cubicles. I decided that I couldn't hold on for two hours and would probably end up with marks in my pants so I locked up my office and headed to the toilet. I locked the door inside the private cubicle and sat down on the loo, I was still in my coat as I was trying to disguise the fact I was heading out, I first sat down on the toilet itself and not the seat, so had to get up and put the seat down and sit again, pulling my trousers down to my ankles. I sat facing the door and felt really awkward having to do a poo at work. I just sat for a little bit trying to gain the courage in case it was going to be loud or smell. I decided to start pushing, as I did so I looked between my legs as this massive poo came slithering out followed by two other pieces. I had put some toilet roll in the bowel before to stop any splashes or skid marks so they landed on that with a thud like sound. I pushed and pushed to see if there was any more and could feel a stubborn bit half out I eventually managed to get that to drop also. I wiped my bum with the rubbish cheap toilet roll that did not do that great a job, flushed and washed my hands leaving the toilet. as I was about to leave I heard some women in the kitchen area laughing and felt really self conscious but thought it was most likely not aimed at me and was just a conversation they were having. I headed out past a few people and didn't make eye contact hoping to slip away without being noticed. I went back to my office feeling quite proud with myself that I managed to have a poo in public as I hate it so much. I hope that I will start being able to go for a poo without fear of being judged and just go when I need without holding it in and needing to pluck up courage. I got home and ate lots of pancakes for pancake day ????! And ended up having to go for a poo again, this time two fat dark brown poos.
Bye for now
David P
John H
Comments
Hi all. Just some comments today though I can feel a poo building as I type this post.
@Veronica. Glad you told your boyfriend and he was understanding. Have you told him about this forum?I find this interesting as don't know if I could tell my girlfriend. Do you go to the bathroom with him every time he poos excluding when he has runny poo? How near the toilet is he ok with you watching from? Would you like to see him do a runny poo or do you prefer more solid ones? Has he asked you to poo with him in the bathroom? Has this sharing added to your closeness or intimacy? Please share more stories when you can.
@Jry. I enjoy your detailed posts. To your recent question, I have no trouble going to the toilet while work colleagues can hear me going but I would be the same as you if a colleague actively held a conversation with me as I pooped. It's never happened and I know I have been heard on the toilet in work but having a conversation would be off putting I think.
@Tyler C. That was a neat way to have a pee in your pants without anyone noticing.
It is also interesting to read others experiences on the topic of going in ones pants like you, Luvs Lightning, Hannah and Mary W.
@Luvs Lightning. Hi and welcome. Did you and your husband always do this or did one of you get the other started? I guess pee is easier to clean up so I was wondering when it comes to poo do you not do it if you are waring good clothes or if you feel the poo may not be solid for example? or do you do it regardless when you need to go and there is no toilet near you? Hope you post some experiences as it sounds like you have went in your pants in lots of different situations.
@Elvia. Yes I am glad the sight is ok too. I was afraid it was gone and the nice community here was lost. Glad it's sorted. On a side note I often wonder if many people work on keeping this sight going day to day. Anyway, to your question. It's interesting and I hope others respond. The nature of my circumstances mean that sound is very important.I have been in bathrooms with partners and friends, both male and female. I have even had friends use the toilet while talking to me on the phone, which I found interesting for sure. A partner once sent me a sound file of her peeing too.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.
Veronica
Told boyfriend how I feel
I finally told Carl about my interest in watching men use the toilet. He kinda figured he told me. I must've accidentally shown how I feel previous times when I've seen him
poop. Now he invites me in all the time! He is shy about diarrhea though. He prefers privacy when he's got it. Today he pooped at work so I couldn't see it. But he sent me a picture! I'm glad to have that off my chest
Tricky
Re: Stephen S.; Beijing Olympics
That was a good story. I've never been to China and thus never had the opportunity to use a Chinese squat toilet in front of a crowd of people. These days, if I had to go and that is the environment that presented itself, I think I would use it. My younger self would have held it for sure.
If you have any other stories involving doorless stalls or open toilets as alluded to in your post please share, or if you posted any, list the page number.
Thomas
Goodnites, Vocabulary Practice, and some Pretend Play
I was having lunch in a local coffee shop shortly before Christmas and a woman was in there with her five-year-old son who recently started half-day kindergarten.
The bathroom was open, but no one wanted to use it (The Covid numbers in my area were still pretty high at that point). He was working on some basic vocabulary words with his mother and he told her that he needed to pee. She asked him if he could wait a half hour or so until they could get to his grandmother's house and he said no.
She told him to go over to an empty chair on the other side of the room and pretend that he is standing in front of the toilet and to go ahead and let his pee-pees out. He leaned forward and I could see the waistband of his Goodnite sticking out of the back of his pants. A short time later he proudly announced that he was all done and he walked back to his mother's table. His mother opened up a small container of M&Ms that was shaped like a candy cane and poured a handful of them into his right hand. After he finished eating them she had him sit down again and they went back to working on vocabulary words.
His grandmother is a friend of mine and she told me that he is on the autism spectrum. The three skills his mother and grandmother are working on the most with him are vocabulary, following directions (since he still has a tendency to wander off), and pretend play. As it turns out he ended up working on all three of them that day at the coffee shop.
His mother has also met me, but she doesn't know me as well. He only started talking a few years ago and his first words were "hi" and "bye". The words he was working on that day were ones like "table", "chair", "cup", "straw", "window", "door" and other basic words for objects in his environment. He also recently learned to count to ten on his fingers and is able to tell people that he's five years old when he's asked how old he is. He also knows my name and walked up to my table and said "Hi, Thomas!" when he saw me that day when he first came in with his mother.
He's 100 percent bowel trained (or very nearly so) but his urine training is coming along a bit more slowly. He started telling adults when he needs to "go" (either way) only as recently as October or November. His urine training at this point is more like Elimination Communication than traditional toilet training. He doesn't seem to be be bothered about the fact that he's still in training pants (of various types) much of the time (or even the fact that his mother and grandmother both like to call him "baby" or "the baby"). I guess his ability to feel embarrassed hasn't kicked in yet. Nobody seems to be really concerned this since his ability to feel embarrassed could still kick in later on. I am also on the spectrum (but not quite as much as he seems to be) and I was nearly twice his age (about nine or ten) when I started to feel embarrassment.
Time will tell whether his starts first grade this Fall, but it's more likely that he will either have another year of half-day kindergarten or possibly a year of full-day kindergarten before he moves on to first grade at age seven.
Maria aka Crystal
What comes in will come out
Hello people just quick story, Friday night Marcus and I had a at home date night at home I planned out for dinner us and we ate and I got to do pizza for the children and by time I was done I worked up a baSimmee
Responses/Requests
Tyler C:
I enjoyed your story about successfully avoiding having to sit bare-butt on the pubic toilet at the park. I don't know if your avoidance came from what your parents taught you or not. Did it? I was taught to always have paper between my butt and the seat, but I got away from that when I was old enough to go out alone with my friends.
Mike's request for toilet stories:
I was on the toilet pissing one afternoon after school dismissed. I was relaxing for a few minutes before my bus was due to arrive when this really angry girl took the toilet right next to me. She dropped her clothing and thudded her butt straight down on it. Then as she was letting off an eruption of gas her phone rang and she was really snotty in answering it. Every word was yelled and she was readily swearing and cussing at someone who had gotten mixed up at to which door they were going to meet. She said she was on the toilet taking her shit because she couldn't wait and hold it any longer. Then she said it didn't f*****
matter any more and hung up. As I was washing my hands I could hear her continue to vent her anger to herself.
throom use , so I went in the bathroom and closed the door and went to pee in the toilet and I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. The End
Luvs Lightning
To Mary W.; Going in your pants for convenience or modesty.
I am a healthy and active 44 year old woman. But I also pee and poop my pants from time to time for convenience. Oftentimes I may be out walking, cycling, doing photography, or acreage chores and when nature calls under such circumstances I will just do it my pants. My husband is the same way.
Last year (2021) I peed my pants on 15 different occasions and pooped in them on 5 different occasions. So far this year this year I have not peed or pooped my pants but count on that to change.