Erica
Buddy pee and poo
On Saturday I was at Rons house playing video games, we hang out as much as we can. We were drinking a lot of soda and eating chips. I felt the affects of the soda hitting my bladder but I wanted to finish this one round in our game. I was like a foot away from him, he leans to the side and let out a loud fart. Recently he became comfortable enough to fart in front of me, which I'm not complaining. Ron used to make an excuse to go to another room just to fart. I looked at him and giggled after he did that.
"Sorry, I've been gassy all day" he commented. "I don't mind at all, let it out if you need to" I said honestly. The minutes passed by and he let out more farts, only silent and stinky. Phew they sure stunk up the room. "I gotta go the the bathroom" he said. "So do I, I'll come with you" I stated. I did have to pee. He thought for a second before answering. "Ok" he nodded. We soon stood in the bathroom. He slid his pants and undies down to his knees and sat down. I watched as he contorted his face a bit and grunted. I heard the sound of shit slithering from his anus. I couldn't take my eyes off him. The smell began to find its way from underneath his body. They smelt worse than his farts, "Oh god it smells so bad" he said sounding embarrassed. "Are you sure you're ok being here for this?" He asked. I nodded in reply. No way was I wanting to miss out on this. The poo plopped in the water. "That splashed my ass" he laughed.
He got all quiet when his second log descended out his hole. "NNNNNNNNN UGHHHH" he seemed to have a hard time with this one. *splash. It landed. He sighed in relief and rested for a moment. "Wanna see?" He asked me. I nodded and he scooted forward so I could have a look. The first log was about 12 inches while the second one curled around it was 8 inches. "Impressive" I complemented. He began to wipe his butt, which was a little messy. But he finally got the job done. Now it was my turn to take a much needed piss. A stream gushed out of me and it felt like heaven. We made eye contact while I was reliving myself. When I was done I wiped myself and we washed our hands, left and played more video games. I hope this becomes a regular occurrenceMarie
Fitting Room
So my fellow naughty pottiers have you ever used a fitting room as a bathroom and I'll share the story of some others do as well.
-MarieWinnie
Winnie the Pooh
To Stefanie: I understand that it's hard being short and sitting on high toilets compare to middle school, I remember my transition from middle school, I was 4'11 to start the school year now I'm 5'1 and my feet never touches the ground sometimes I feel so high up cause my butt is bigger than most and sometimes when I drive I have to adjust the seat so far up it hurts cause I feel if I get in a accident I will have no chance of survival.
So far this week I had two okay days of poop Tuesday and Wednesday, the other days were better, hopefully today be a amazing going into the weekend, spring dance coming up I have few options to do, random guy asked me out, Dean, and solo
Mina Kazumi Maho Hisae
Dear Kristi,
We are happy to help you. We have same feeling especially Maho has. Sometimes when she is constipate, after she sees Mina or Hisae or Kazumi do lots motions, she finds that she is able to do. Quite long time ago, about page 2860, we wrote story in four parts about pinch bakery (we learn phrase from lovely Victoria and lovely Robyn) and Maho wanted to squat beside Mina while Mina pinch with a vengeance, because it would help her (Maho) to pinch huge bakery. And she was success.
Dear Robyn and Victoria,
We are happy you are OK now! we were worry very much. We thought perhaps you angry because we gave name to your new loo, VR Loo Junior (because VR Loo Senior explode). We hope no more depression.
Now our motions usually more softer than usual (but we still stay on loo 10 minutes and more). We are doing more than usual. We are suspect that there is connection with bad news from Ukraine. Now we don't laugh much. We think most people don't want to fight war even in Russia. Sunday morning, Maho was say prayers for everyone in war zone with doing her motions. Hisae and Kazu and Mina listened her.
Love to Everyone.
Hisae Maho Kazumi MinaMarie
Question for Diaper and Naughty Pottiers
Do any of you also feel that you go more when using a diaper, naughty place or training potty, then you would just using the plane old toilet?
-MarieVioletta from Germany
In the hospital
@Kristi:
Read your (both) stories about your experiences with Emily. I admire you so much! I'm a very shy pooper...it simply doesn't feel ladylike...
Also, my mom told me (only) to poop at home when I was 6 or 7 years old. I can't imagine pooping in front of my best friend. But your stories inspired me! Yes, really! I'm trying to imagine what an effort it must have been to poop outside with the other standing by... It must be great to share such an intimate moment and show all that body language.
You did ask a question:
"I think I've asked this before, but is someone like me where when you hear someone else poop, you get the urge to leave, even though you didn't feel like leaving before?"
No, that doesn't happen to me. But sometimes I go to the (public) toilet to pee. After sitting down and peeing a bit, I also feel the urge to poop. This can be embarrassing, especially if someone is in the room or a friend is waiting outside.
@Anna from Austria:
Read your embarrassing story about pooping in the supermarket staff toilet... Did you have diarrhea? Oh yes I can sympathize with you...it's so embarrassing almost doing your poop in front of another person who also doesn't have the urge to go to the bathroom.
But I had a comparable or even more violent experience:
In the hospital
When I had my first child, there were complications. Had an emergency c-section and lost a lot of blood because my platelets were so low. The following days I was completely exhausted.
The doctors said I couldn't get up, I had a urinary catheter and lots of drainage.
3 days after the surgery my digestion started again. It was a Sunday and there wasn't much going on in the hospital.
It was right after breakfast. During the night I already had the feeling that a bowel movement was imminent. But I pushed it aside for now. But after breakfast it was no longer possible. I really, really needed to go to the bathroom! I told the nurse who cleared my tray. No, I rather whispered.
Of course, since I had the catheter, she knew right away. I actually thought that I would get a bedpan or that she would accompany me to the bathroom, somehow. But things turned out differently. She brought me a rather old toilet chair and I was supposed to do my business on that!
A chair with a hole. The cover of leather, including a bucket.
I was a little confused, no, I was totally confused! But I had to...
After putting the chair next to my bed, she helped me up. She was very kind and caring and acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. I pulled up my dress and she moved the catheter to its new position and myself on the seat. It felt cold.
I was very shaky and at the same time completely overwhelmed and nervous. I actually expected her to go out for a bit so I could do my business. But she said that she would just take good care of me now and that if I got dizzy I should call her immediately. But I wasn't dizzy at all, my heart was beating like crazy.
I am very embarrassed to defecate in a public restroom. But that?! I felt completely at my mercy. And at the same time she was younger than me and really pretty and sweet.
Now I was sitting there. I had almost forgotten why... but after a short time I felt the pressure again. She walked around the room, opened the window, cleaned up a bit, prepared the wash bowl - and just chatted. From vacation, asked me about my family and so on... I, on the other hand, could hardly concentrate and only answered hesitantly. Once she said, "Just pretend I'm not there."
Okay, I understood it was my turn. And going back to bed without a relief wasn't an option. My wounds hurt, but my my vagina was still intact from the cesarean so no episiotomy or anything that would have disabled me.
After what felt like an eternity, maybe 2 minutes had passed, I carefully began to let go. At first came a little fart, but then I felt it pushing against my butt. I slowly started to push it out. You could hear the crackling sound in the bucket and then there was no stopping it. The first piece pushed out and broke off. PLOPP it sounded in the bucket below me! A dull noise.
And right after that the whole pile. I had to sigh a little. The nurse gave me a benevolent look and smiled briefly. Now the spell was broken. I squeezed a little and the second big piece came out, still pretty solid. I breathed deeper and heavier again while she continued talking. But I knew she could hear everything. I could hardly concentrate on our conversation and only answered briefly and with effort. I was really sitting here in the middle of the room, right in front of her, and did my number two! It was so embarrassing! And at the same time it felt so good. It kept coming and my nose told me it was starting to smell. Luckily the windows were open and lots of fresh air came in.
I paused and felt something more coming up in a few moments. In the meantime she said, "When you're done, just let me know."
"Yeah, soon," I replied and gave it another quick squeeze until I was completely relaxed.
So I did, and she first handed me some paper and then the wash bowl with a washcloth. At least I could clean myself. It really was the most violent toilet experience I've ever had. I was glad that 2 days later I was able to walk a bit again when I had my next bowel movement and that I could at least be alone in the bathroom during that time...
I look forward to your opinion on this!
Greetings from Germany!
Violetta
andrea
Shy Pooping
I haven't posted in awhile. I've been reading on here about men and women and their pooping habits. Primarily about why some have no inhibitions about pooping in public or letting their significant other watch. While others are very shy about pooping. I wonder where it all starts. Why are some shy and others not? The other thing I am wondering about is when and under what circumstances did anyone here become fascinated hearing someone poop. My fascination started when I was very young before I started school. My mother would use the downstairs lav every morning about 9:AM. The lav was across the hall from our living room. She would come into the living room, pick out a magazine and proceed to the lav. She wouldn't shut the door. She'd sit on the toilet and pee, fart and poop like she was all alone. Even when my father was home she wouldn't close the door. She would close the door when we had company but even then she would let rip and didn't seem to care who heard her. I can tell you everyone heard her. I picked up her traits. I'm not bashful about letting loose with all the natural noise you get when taking a dump. I love using a public toilet and listening to the sounds the other women make. Some try to be very quiet while others don't care who hears them. I thought I was a little strange until I found this site. If I had the courage to sneak into a men's room I would but I'm just too afraid of getting caught.
End Stall Em
Supervising School Toilets
This is about what I remember from high school. Yes, the school toilets got messy and were heavily used throughout the day at our large school. I was on the Student Council and we received complaints from both genders. The boys often had to sit in urine on the seat in order to get a crap in between classes. And urinals overran because cups and other papers were thrown into them. Some of my friends said they momentarily stuck to the toilet seats and often after the bowl was obviously clogged by multiple craps, with urine and notebooks and other items often causing the clogs.
Mary, a lady in her 50s, was the matron assigned to help supervise and maintain what I think were 14 female bathrooms around the building. She had a radio with her and would be notified when things like vomit needed to be cleaned up, a toilet needed to be unclogged, or several complaints came in about the lack of toilet paper being available. She knew me by name because I was in activities, some days I was in school for 12 hours a day or more. It seemed like 3 or 4 times a week she would push her cart with cleaning supplies into a bathroom I was using. I would usually have my daily crap during 2nd hour, plus 5 or 6 pees during the rest of the day. I drink a lot of liquids and they pretty much go right through me. Usually within an hour.
Knowing that I was in student government and other activities such as drama and journalism, Mary would consistently tell me that the situation was bad, but much of it I had seen for myself. One morning I got a pass out of Study Hall to use the bathroom. A new wing had been added on our building and I decided to start using those toilets more. They had clean white seats instead of black, the lighting was 100% better, each stall had a privacy door and latch that worked, and the toilets had much more flushing power than those in the older main building. Most of the time
the automatic flushers worked well and there was adequate hot water at each of the sinks. I also liked sitting for 10 minutes without having to read the insulting graffiti on the inside of the stall door. I had just started my walk back to the main building when a assistant principal stopped me. He asked where I was headed. When I started to tell him back to study hall, he started to shake his head. He asked for my student ID card, took it and told me I was receiving a 4-hour Saturday detention period.
Mary was pushing her cart toward us and I think she knew what was happening and she should probably stay out of it. She shook her head and winked at me. She walked by my toilet later that day when I was peeing on a dirty toilet, completely exposed with no privacy door and pieces of toilet tissue on the floor all around it. We talked about it, but Mary said they rarely ask for her input when the rules are being written for the handbook. My dad was upset with the school when I got an email about my detention, but he said I shouldn't protest it because it might hurt my colleges recommendations.
Occasionally, my boyfriend Spencer brings the incident up. This, however, is after I remind him about all the toilet paper he wastes at our apartment spreading the next across the seat on our toilet. He has been doing that since I first met him when he was cutting lawns and laying sod in our neighborhood. In recent years I've seen Mary a few times at the shopping center I work at, and she said she's starting to take the students' side more when they complain of bathroom conditions.John H
Comments
Hi all.
Some comments.
@Kristi, welcome back. I missed your posts. Glad to hear you are doing better and I hope that continues. BTW I don't think you needed to apologise for the content of your posts. I personally saw nothing wrong and it is nice to hear about your other half's interest as you both sharing your use of the bathroom is something you and him share together.
@Hannah, reading your latest post on the background of your pants wetting, I had some questions if you dont mind? I was wondering do you only wet your pants in school or would you ever do it in other situations like when you are at home for example? Also you mentioned it's not noticeable to others as you wet in dark pants. I was wondering does it bother you though if you can't change after wetting. Does it get uncumfterable when the wet pants get cold. I was also wondering does a pee smell not give you away? It's brave for sure either way.
@Jennifer, glad to hear you could poo at your boyfriends place. This is important as you should be relaxed and feel like you can go when you need to go and not hold it. Also I like your description of going on some toilet paper as using a silencer haha.
@Courtney, hey. Accidents can happen to us all. I would guess the best underwear to contain a mess is ones that give more coverage, so a full backed style would be better than a thong for example. I guess that elastic around the legs also reduces movement of any poop. Good question. It will be interesting to see what those who have more experience report.
@Luvs Lightning, thanks for the answers. Cute story how you both got started. You got clean up down as I would have guessed it would take longer than 5 to 10 minutes to clean up after a poop. Second hand clothes are a good idea too. Sounds like you and your husband are having fun enjoying life together. Looking forward to reading what you share in future.
@Veronica, thanks so much for replying. Glad to hear things are going so well between you and your boyfriend. It's cool you can share and looking forward to more of your posts too.
That's all for mnow. Take care all.
John H.Tricky
Re: Jry, Cal K
I enjoyed both your stories.
I have had more than a few experiences that allow me relate to the "College Clog" story, mainly because I've caused many of the clogs. I can clearly remember at least 3 separate incidents where I clogged a public toilet at my college, and have already posted one of them. The other two weren't nearly as embarrassing, but none the less, there were witnesses in both of those cases. I could write a book describing all of the toilets I remember clogging, both residential and public. I keep a bent coat hangar near my home commode because I'd be clogging it nearly every day if I didn't. It still clogs multiple times a month, even after breaking the matter up. With public toilets, I don't have that luxury, but they use a much higher volume of water and I clog them less often, even though it is still multiple times a year.
Regarding Jry's story, I've also had a number of buddy dumps using adjacent stalls with someone I was an acquaintance with, as well as multiple cases where the dump occurred with a co-worker in the next stall(and different coworkers, at that. I've dumped with at least 4 different co-workers in an adjacent stall, in situations where we knew who the other was). I will have to tell those stories sometime. But there's already quite a back-"log" of them. The Mens' room at that job amplified every fart, plop, and crackle to where anyone present in the room could hear it, as well as anyone standing outside the Mens' room door or anyone in the adjacent Womens' room due to the vent between the two rooms.
I think the next story I tell will be a buddy dump from grade school, also with both of us in adjacent stalls. Unlike middle school and high school, my grade school still had doors on the stalls, so I wasn't hesitant to use them, in spite of all the times other kids made fun of me for it.
Thunder
Enema Bidets
Mina has kindly replied with regards to enemas fitted to a bidet...I have asked before and has anyone had experience with this?
ThanksTaylor
Post work wetting
At the moment there is a lot of roadworks happening which means a lot of traffic lights and a lot of queuing. On my drive home from work I was bursting to pee and really regretted not going before I left. I was driving with one hand holding myself towards the end of the journey. I made it to my apartment block, swore at the elevator for not moving faster and eventually let myself into my flat. I walked into the bathroom and could already feel my underwear getting wet, it seems the sight of the toilet was just too much for me. I knew my clothes weren't going to survive unscathed so I didn't even try to save them. I sat down on the toilet fully clothed and without a moments hesitation the floodgates opened. My clothes were utterly drenched but I didn't care, it was one of the most relieving pees I have ever had. Once Niagra Falls had subsided I took off my wet uniform, had a hot shower and did some laundry.
10/10, would definitely recommend to a friend.
Friday, March 11, 2022
To Kristi
I saw your story sounds u had a nice poop. I pooped last week it was hard as a rock don't know what I ate that caused that but I was grunting like crazy to get it out. I'll buy some stool softeners to soften things up. Then the week before that I pooped & I kid u not that turd was probably a foot long if not pretty close to it!Stefanie
Mess on my dress
I've written about this before. Having a large family and older house with only one bathroom. I take most of my craps between 8 and 9 each morning at my middle school. But the change from a grade school bathroom to a middle school bathroom has been harder for me. You see, the toilets are larger and higher to sit on. When a toilet is open I have to quickly take it. This means it is one where the privacy door has been taken off. The toilet paper is pre-cut squares that sometimes cause me to have difficulty in holding on to them. Sometimes my middle finger goes right thru the paper and I get soft crap on my finger. Sometimes I just wanna cry out.
The loss of privacy while I'm on the toilet has sometimes made me nervous. I'm just not comfortable with having classmates and others a year or two older than me see me stressing out on the toilet. A couple of really rude comments didn't help. My mom's answer was to buy me several loose-fitting dresses. They are pretty and I like them but four times the past month I have needed to get on the toilet so fast. Pulling down my underwear just as my butt hits the seat works OK but I can't pull up my dress far enough from the back fast enough. So there is some splatter left for me to clean on that. It is not so bad on my black and brown dresses, but on the lighter ones it shows. It is really embarrassing to be at the sink trying to clean it with soap and water when other users are walking. Sometimes they nudge one another and point at me. With my back partially to the sink so I could see in the mirror, one mean girl asked if I was going to have a hard time boosting myself up for a pee.
Teachers walk through sometimes but they miss some of the cruel stuff that is said.Anna from Austria
@Nasiba No flushing really seems to be quite a thing among teenage girls.
Even here in Austria I noticed such things quite a few times when I attended high school. I am not sure if they just forgot or if they did it on purpose.
At once instance I noticed a girl that did it on purpose. I was doing my usual after lunch poo when another girl went into one of the neighboring stalls. The walls between the stalls were quite thick so I could not hear much.
I just could hear entering the stall and then 2 minutes later I could hear hear leaving the stall. After that another girl entered the stall and said ewww and took another stall.
After leaving my stall after finishing my bm I saw that I was alone in the girls bathroom. So I was curious why the other girl was so freaked out.
I entered stall and saw a big turd on the plate of toilet. The whole stall was smelling really bad. And they weird thing was there was no toilet paper in the toilet at all. She did not even attempt to wipe.
That was just weird.
greetings from Austria
AnnaMina Kazumi Hisae Maho
Thank you Anna (from Austria)
Mina is happy to have your answer! Mina cried happy crying. Crushes kissed and kissed. Your answer is first one.
We also feel, we don't want to smell motion when we are in a bathtub. Bath is bath and loo is loo. They are not same thing.
For brush teeth, we don't mind so much. But washbasin is outside toilet room. So it is not direct contact.
When Mina went business trip with colleague Mari, and stayed same room in hotel, loo and bathtub were same room, and Mina saw many big turds come out from Mari while Mina brushing teeth. But Mina didn't look so much. Not so interested. If Mari feel good, that is enough. (Mina also dropped many big turds while Mari brushing teeth. We told on this site before.)
But when Mari did motion before her bath, she sprayed medicine. Bath is bath and loo is loo!
Anna you are sweetest person. We are happy to know your opinion.
We send you our love. And love to everyone.
Maho Hisae Kazumi Mina
Robyn
We're back!
Long time no see!
A big thank you to Kristi for being open about the conversation on mental health because something almost identical happened to Victoria. Towards the end of her fall semester she came under a lot of stress both with school and family. Things added up to a case of burnout and a two-wave IBS flare that made her go from anxious to depressed. By coincidence a switch in depression meds to Celexa, adding peppermint oil supplements and a conversation we had in the bathroom while she was struggling badly to go helped get things back to normal.
And now we're back! We've missed all of you terribly and we're ready to open the ensuite door and talk about what happens inside again!
See you again soon!
Love,
Robyn (and Victoria)
Kristi
Apology and brief story
Hi all, Kristi here.
First of all, I want to apologize for breaking any forum rules. I will not talk about my romantic life with Steve again. It's just that (and I never would have imagined this before marrying him) going to bathroom with him in there with me has been a source of romantic connection with us. But I understand there are people on here who don't want to hear wacky that, and to all of you, I'm sorry.
The last thing I'll say about Steve is that I appreciate having a husband who I'm completely comfortable using the toilet in front of.
So, nothing real amazing lately, but I did have a nice poop at a restaurant last night. As is often the case, I didn't go into the restroom even needing to poop. I had a slight urge, but I figured that I'd let my dinner digest and then go home and poop.
So I go into the restroom simply intending to pee. As I'm sitting down, another woman walks into the restroom and sits in the other stall.
I'm mid-pee when this person is sitting down. Almost immediately I hear her let go of an echo fart (you know the sound). A few seconds later, as my stream is slowing down, I hear her start to poop.
The bathroom is super-quiet (no music or fan or anything), so I'm hearing everything. It sounded like she had really needed to go, as I hear the sound of poop coming out for several seconds before I hear a plop. It was sounded like one of those logs that just slides out. I know I'm presuming a lot just based on the sound.
After her initial poop, she lets out a big sigh (of relief, I'm sure).
Well, after hearing her, Kristi now has to poop too. I texted my girlfriend Tracy who was still at the table and told her to order for me. She texted back with, "Are you okay?", to which I replied, "Yes. Just going to be a minute." (To which SHE replied, "Taking a crap?"... and then finally I respond with "Obviously".)
The woman in the next stall is done after the one poop; I hear her wipe, flush, wash her hands, and leave the bathroom.
I proceeded to push out a couple of decent-sized poops. For me, it was a pretty small dump, but it did feel good coming out.
I think I've asked this before, but is anyone else like me where if you hear somebody else pooping, you get the urge to go even if you didn't feel like you had to go before?
Anyways, I took a morning dump today right before getting into the shower.
I'm still really stoked about getting our bidet.
That's all for now.
Love, Kristi
P.S. Wars should be contested with a good old-fashioned pooping contest. I am sending good thoughts to everyone in Ukraine and Russia who is dealing with this horrible situation.
Audrey
Mary W: I have wet and messed for convenience, but I'm usually more comfortable exposing myself.
Sfx: doing kegel exercises to prevent incontinence/leaks and increase sex power
Luvs lightning: I need to hear more!
Emma two: keep the stories coming!
Sophi* and Scout Denmark: I've had similar experiences, but I've mostly been more...adventurous. if you search me in the old posts, you'll see.
Thomas
My sister told me about this one
The summer when I was nine years old (almost ten) my sister was going to summer camp and I was not (for reasons that are too long and boring to get into). My sister was between thirteen and fourteen that summer.
In any event, according to her, one of the campers who was my age jumped off the dock into the pond and announced to everyone after as much of a minute of staying still by the dock that he just peed in the pond. One of the counselors asked him why he did that and he said he didn't want to use the bathroom because it was his birthday. They told him that that was no reason to go in the pond and his swimsuit.
His parents were called to take him home and he was told that he was not going to have any birthday cake or ice cream at his party.
I don't know if anything else happened after that.Hannah
Questions for Tyler C
Tyler C: It's been a while since I last posted, but I have a few more questions for you. I was wondering how you first started discreetly peeing your pants, how long you stay in wet pants and if you've ever been found out. I'll also answer these questions myself and I'm curious to know your answers.
I first started doing this a few years ago when I was a junior in high school. I had been feeling the need to pee throughout the day and it grew urgent during the second to last period. I had to go really bad. I raised my hand to ask if I could go and the teacher said yes. I got to about ten feet away from the bathroom when my body released and I completely soaked my pants. Still peeing and leaving a puddle trail, I stepped into the bathroom to inspect the damage in the mirror. I was going to go to the nurse to ask for new pants, but to my surprise, the wetness wasn't visible through my black track pants so I just went back to class. For the rest of the day I wore those wet pants and nobody seemed to notice. That's how I first started doing this.
For the past few semesters my class schedule has been about the same. As I've said in previous posts, I have two back-to-back morning classes twice a week and I often wet myself while walking to the second class because I don't have time for a bathroom break. Those classes are at 8:00 and 9:30 and then I have a break from 10:45 until my next class at 2:00. Because I usually don't feel like changing, I stay in my wet pants for the entire break and wet them again whenever I feel like I have to go just because they're already wet anyway. I'll do this just wherever I am at the time, whether I'm walking, sitting in a chair, standing in line to get food, etc. Usually it's just a little bit at a time, but a few times more has come out than I expected.
One time, I was standing in line to get lunch when I let some pee out into my pants. It ended up being more than I expected and it started dripping out of the bottom of my pant leg and forming a puddle. People around me could hear the drip and see the yellow puddle forming by my feet. I didn't even notice at first and then a few people started snickering and a girl in line behind me asked me if I was ok. I guess she thought I had done this on accident. That was pretty embarrassing. That was one from a handful of times I was noticed with wet pants and I'll post some more stories in the future.
So Tyler C, I'm curious to know what your answers are to these questions and I appreciate you responding to my posts.Mary W
Luvs lightning and Tyler C, thanks for your replies! I would love to hear more about the times you have gone in your pants for convenience. Have other people noticed you messing or wetting yourself and how have they reacted?
Kristi
Thank yous
Mina Kazumi Maho Hisae, and Midwesterner:
Thank you for your kind words.
Mental health problems suck.
Midwesterner, thank you for sharing. You're right: Having a strong support system is so important. I feel like I have two support networks: Steve and friends like Emily... and the kind people I meet online like you and several others.
I have been doing better with my depression, although this war in Ukraine makes me sad. (I know that I'm here in the United States and that I'm not affected by it like people who actually live there, but I hate war.)
Love,
Kristi
P.S. Where do you live in the Midwest? I'm from Indiana.
Cal K
Thanksgiving Constipation
I've always been interested in the idea of the post-Thanksgiving dump. Most people spend the day eating a ton of delicious food, so the pooping afterwards must be pretty phenomenal. However, I've never experienced anything beyond a slightly above-average shit after the big meal. This past Thanksgiving though was a completely different story.
I started Thanksgiving day like any other, with my morning coffee that led to a healthy morning dump to make sure I'd be empty and ready to eat. I spent the day at my fiance's parents and started snacking from the moment we arrived. The combination of appetizers and a heaping plate for dinner filled me to the brim and I needed to rest on the couch before helping myself to 3 kinds of dessert. By the time I'd finally finished eating I looked hopefully towards my morning poop.
I needed to move pretty quickly the next morning because we were heading to my parents' for a second round of Thanksgiving. I got up early to give myself time to have coffee so it could fuel my morning dump. However, the morning started to slip by and I still hadn't felt the slightest inkling of an urge to go. I eventually had to give up waiting and get ready for the 2 hour drive.
When we got there, even though I hadn't pooped, I was starving. My dad had made a huge brunch for us and I easily took down another plate and a half, adding to the mess that was already somewhere inside me. That night we had another round of Thanksgiving food and I easily devoured another plate with the usual fare before adding two more desserts to the mix. I went to bed that night satisfied again, but not uncomfortable.
I woke up the next morning, Saturday, feeling bloated but was still waiting for any sign of movement in my bowels. My fiancé and I were due to leave just after lunch, so I downed 2 cups of coffee to get things moving before we hit the road. With an hour to spare, I started to get desperate, so I went and sat on the toilet to see if I could get things moving. I waited for a few minutes and still nothing happened. I gave a few good pushes, but only passed a small, hard turd that plopped into the bowl with a small 'plunk'. I gave up after that and left a little worried that I'd gotten constipated on the worst possible weekend.
We got back home that afternoon loaded up with leftovers from both of our parents'. I had another small plate of Thanksgiving food, but was nervous that adding much more would make my load impossible to pass when it finally decided it was time.
Sunday morning I woke up still feeling bloated, but with a much more grumbly stomach. I took this as a good sign and had some coffee hoping that it would lead to more than just rumbles. Within an hour I started to feel some pangs of discomfort up near my stomach as my insides contracted to move my load towards the exit. Soon after those started I felt some serious cramps lower down. As my discomfort mounted, I decided it was time to try again and hopefully get some relief from my post-Thanksgiving constipation.
I walked into the bathroom and spotted our scale next to the sink. Hoping that this would be a full cleaning out, I decided I should weigh myself before and after. The scale read 148.2 lbs. before I sat on the toilet. I took a picture to remember the exact number, and show off if the change was as substantial as I hoped, then moved to the toilet where I quickly pulled my pants and underwear to the floor and sat down.
I sat for a few minutes listening to the noises my insides were making, but not yet feeling like it'd be worth it to try pushing anything out. Eventually, I felt a pocket of gas move pretty substantially and then a large mass move into position at my hole. It was clear this was a massive load because my body reacted by involuntarily cramping and opening my hole. It was both a bizarre yet exciting feeling.
My hole slowly continued to open and eventually stopped, but the turd stayed put. I resigned myself to the fact that this was going to be a battle and took some deep breaths in preparation before beginning to push the first piece out. It was slow-going and I began audibly grunting as I continued the process of removing my Thanksgiving dinner from my body.
With my hole stretched wide and a huge poop hanging out of me, I took a deep breath and grunted again before sharply inhaling as the turd started moving more quickly. As it sped up it started to crackle out and eventually tapered off and slid into the water. I gave a deep, audible sigh and relaxed as my hole returned to its normal size. I was already feeling better, but knew that I'd eaten far more over the last 3 days so I should probably wait to see if anything else was ready.
Not a minute later I felt another cramp before giving another push. A powerful fart blasted into the toilet and was quickly followed by a round of sloppy shit falling into the bowl. My ass was a little sore from the first ordeal, but the feeling of my insides returning to normal overrode any discomfort I felt in my ass. I peaked between my legs to get a glimpse of what I'd created and saw that I'd be lucky if this monster got down without any direct intervention.
I quickly wiped up; very little was required since most of my load was too hard to leave any residue behind. I grabbed my pants, stood up, and turned to look into the bowl. Sure enough, this was easily the largest poop I'd taken in at least 3 years. The end of it was tapered and smooth and was sitting well above the water line, creating a powerful odor. The other end of the turd was hidden at the bottom of the bowl beneath the smaller pieces that were floating on top.
I crossed my fingers and flushed the toilet. The turd went down, but the smaller chunks continued to float on the top because the water level didn't go all the way down. I picked up the rarely-used plunger next to the toilet and got to work clearing my mess from the pipes. After a few plunges, I flushed again, but the water level only rose, coming precariously close to the top of the bowl. I got to work plunging until the water level went down. After a few minutes I heard a powerful rush of water as it flew into the space that had previously been occupied by my monstrous poop.
I put the plunger back and excitedly walked back to the scale, hopeful that I'd see a difference. This time the scale read 146.6. I'd taken a 1.6 lb. dump and it truly felt it. I took another picture of my new weight then washed my hands in a daze, completely baffled by just how much I'd pooped out. I left the bathroom smiling and looking ahead to returning to a more regular pooping routine.
Robert
Camping trip
During summer 2019 my girl friend and I made a camping trip around northern part of Europe (Finland, Sweden, Norway). For 32 days we slept in a tent in the wilderness. In my diary I made short notes of many important and not so important observations. One of the things I logged was where we went to toilet! Today, when planning for a new camping trip this year, I looked back into the diary, and I made a short summary of our toilet practices.
I went to poop at the following sites (girl friend in ()):
Ordinary toilet (petrol stations, shops etc.): 5 (4)
Resting area toilets: 8 (10)
Outdoor (bushes etc): 21 (24)
I do not think that any of us were observed by others, but both my girl friend and I saw other tourists squat to go to toilet in the outdoors several times.
Tuesday, March 08, 2022
Jennifer
Mission accomplished
Ok, today I went without any attempts to hide it. Hopefully this whole ordeal will make it less loaded to poop here in out house and make it easier for Adam. I had a little softer bowel movement today which helped and I was able to relax completely, even though he was in the apartment, and had a pleasant, satisfying and complete bowel movement. Yay! But again the same washed over me after and I started to blush. But we all do it and I'm committed to try it like this for a while. It smelled a lot, but I resisted the urge to shower and just went out. To my horror he was just approaching the bathroom and I stammered something about it might smell in there. But luckily he didn't say anything when he came out. All in all: Mission to poop without hiding it completed successfully!
David P: Glad you went at work! I'm proud of you. If those girls knew what you have gone though, they wouldn't laugh at all, but be very impressed. Do you usually sleep in on weekends? Just thinking maybe that offsets your routines and you miss the "poop train"?
Matthew
College Dorm Pooping
When I was in graduate school, I was an RA. It provided a suite in an undergraduate dorm rent free. In exchange, I had to serve as a resource to the undergraduates, helping them with various issues of adjusting to dorm life. I would leave my door open and the students would stop by, mostly to chat about nothing too serious. Occasionally, I had to deal with a loud party, and I had to often mediate roommate disputes. One young man, Lorenzo, started to stop by regularly. He was having issues adjusting to living in a dorm. His issues revolved around privacy. He had a roommate, whom he liked, but having someone in his room was an adjustment. His biggest issue, however, was using the toilet. He was very embarrassed about the noises and smells. He thought his poops were unusually smelly. He had some digestive issues which meant it would take a long time to empty his bowels. He had since high school gotten into the routine of sitting on the toilet after dinner for a half hour, pushing and straining to empty himself. In college, he would leave the dorm and use a bathroom in a classroom building that was very quiet after dinner. This was an imposition, so he asked me if he could use my toilet. I told him he could, but I felt he needed to get over his embarrassment about a normal bodily function.
I could hear him through the bathroom door. He would grunt, fart, plop and sigh. It was clearly quite an effort. I suggested that he do two things. First, I insisted that he modify his diet, which was awful. I suggested he eat more fruits and vegetables, eating at least a couple of apples a day and having a large bowl of oatmeal for breakfast while cutting out fast food. Secondly, I suggested that he start to sit in the dorm's toilet stalls when he didn't need to poop, perhaps mid-morning when the toilets were pretty busy. This would allow him to familiarize himself with the sounds and smells that the other guys would produce, normalizing the experience. He started to follow my advice and things improved. His bowel movements became easier. Sitting in the stall with the other guys was easier than he thought it would be. His routine started to change and he found that he was pooping mid-morning now with the other guys. He would share with me how much easier pooping was than he had thought. The guys would come into the bathroom and say things like, "I got to drop a big smelly deuce," or after a guy in a stall dropped a bomb, he'd say, "Man, I needed that." The whole experience gave him some much needed confidence, and his dietary changes made him feel better.Courtney
Underwear Question
Hello,
I am not asking this in terms of intentionally doing this, but if someone wants to answer from that context that is okay. Basically I was driving home from work one day and I really needed to go to the bathroom, I was farting all the way home. I arrived at my house, jumped out of my car, rushing to the front door, accidently dropped my keys, bent over to grab them and just shat my panties. I bent over, my stomach cramped, the pain was unreal and my butt just opened and exploded. Instantly filled my panties, but some how it did not ruin my nice black business trousers. Interestingly enough I was wearing step one undies. So this got my curious, What is the best underwear brand to shit yourself wearing to hold it all in and protect your pants if possible.
Luvs lightning MWF
Reply to John H.
John, here are some of the answers to your questions and some other interesting tidbits.
First of all your question at who started this. Not too long after we were married, my husband and I jokingly decided to have a pee holding contest. I won but in the end we both ended wetting ourselves and laughing about it.
As for which is easier to clean up. Pee obviously is. In fact on most of my pants peeing occasions, I do not even bother to change until I go to bed. A poop mess might take 5 to 10 minutes to clean up.
As for your questions do I poop in good clothing or when I feel it is going to be soft? My best answer to that is that most of my clothing is second hand and my poop loads that I do do in my pants have felt like large burritos, wraps or even pizza slices in my seat.
As for your request for me to submit more experiences, I will do my best.
As for your comment that go in my pants in many situations, you are probably correct. My husband and I own a successful photography business and are very wealthy. We enjoy life.
But there are many occasions I.e woking outside on our acreage, taking in a beautiful sunset, taking in a beautiful night sky, talking on the phone with a good friend or family member, enjoying a good outdoor meal/barbecue, backyard bonfire, backyard game of croquet, engaging in some wonderful photography etc where I have found myself having to answer natures call. And it is on such occasions that I have sometimes to just decided to go in my pants.
To conclude, I am enjoying life. Neither John nor I drink alcohol, smoke or vape, or use illicit drugs. We are not even on prescription meds of any sort. We are successful and enjoying life. And those occasions where I do end up in pee soaked or poop filled clothing are not in any way impeding my enjoyment of life. NOT AT ALL!!
TikTok challenge!
#LeaveTheDoorOpen_Challenge
Prank your family, friends, roommates, coworkers/boss (if you're quitting) by not shutting the door while you pee/poop!
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Anna from Austria
@Mina I did not see your question about the toilets. I want to answer it now.
I grew up in a flat where the toilet was a separate room and my new flat also has a separate room for the toilet. I know the other arrangement from hotels where everything is the same room.
I prefer it when the toilet is a separate room because it is more comfortable in some settings. Let's assume you want to do some other stuff after using the toilet. If the room is filled up with some poo stench taking a shower brushing the teeth for example is no fun. So I prefer if I do my peeing and pooping in a separate room.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Scout Denmark
I liked the stories from Sophi*. I am also a scout. Every summer our group goes for a canoe hike for one week. Then we have to go to toilet in the bushes. Even at a handful other hikes every year we have to go in the outdoors. Since I began scouting five years ago I think I have pooped outdoor about ten times every year. In additions come all the times I have had to squat to pee. Therefore I have got quite used to it and I am not that much embarrassed about it now as I was before.
When out camping we tend not to talk so much about it. But our leaders also discuss the toilet issue with us when planning before going away. The most experienced of us do not need those lessons. But the newbies (typically 11-12 years old) seem to need it. Most of them (as was the case with me too) have no previous experience from pooping outdoor. I remember that it was a bit surprising to learn that be should manage without a toilet and that even the adults (leaders and parents' representatives) do it the simple way. I had never thought about those things before. Never realised that hikers often have no access to a toilet for several days. Many adults without previous experience as scouts also seem to become a bit surprised when they realise that they have to squat behind a bush when nature calls.
Usually it is easy to find a suitable spot with sufficient privacy. Once I have experiences another hiker (not a scout) coming by when I was squatting. I think he got more embarrassed than me. Last summer I walked in on one of my friends just as he was squatting. We just smiled and waved to each other. Else I have only spotted others on distance.
In Denmark there is an activity badge to be earned when being a qualified outdoor pooper, the "woodpooper badge" (skovskidermærket). I have not tried to gain it myself.Tricky
Dropping a lunker at a highway rest stop
One particularly large dump I can remember was back in 2013 after I ate a 16oz can of mixednuts, a pint of blueberries, 6 bananas, 2 grapefruit, and a 1 lb bag of carrots while driving a long distance, all eaten within the first 8 hours of the trip(I'd alternate between food items while driving and not eat all of an item at once). Long road trips also tend to constipate me, so I was nearly 24 hours into the drive having eaten all of this food and I hadn't pooped the entire time, when I'd have gone at least 3x by that point. I also drank a gallon of water during that span of time in effort to stay hydrated and to prevent the scenario that was unfolding, stopping to pee about every 2 hours. After I was out of food, I stopped at a restaurant to eat some pasta, then got back on the road. 30 minutes later, the urge hit, just as I came across a sign notifying me of a rest area in 2 miles.
I pulled into a rest stop, and speed walked to the Mens' room with a massive turtle's head trying to poke out. The first thing I saw when I walked in was a 30-something man with a shaved head and a black mustache with tattoos all over his legs/arms, wiping his butt. This was due to a massive 3 or 4-inch gap in the first of two stalls, putting the toilet and its occupant in direct line-of-sight to the entrance. I turned away so I didn't have to see that. There was a middle aged fat man awkwardly facing away also waiting for a stall. After a minute or so, the occupants of the two stalls both exited at the same time, the one in the far stall being a kid of about 10. The middle aged fat man wasted no time to take the far stall and was already near it, leaving me no choice but to take the near stall next to the urinal, massive unwanted gap included. I was tempted to leave and try to hold out for a better spot, but the sharp pains shooting up my GI tract reminded me that holding it would be an epically stupid idea. At least the stall had a door, useless as it was. I thought to myself no one would look in. But I had no choice anyhow.
I rushed in, latched the door, dropped my pants to my ankles, and proceeded to start the events off with the turd poking out of my butt and a long, deep, baritone-pitched fart that lasted for about 3 seconds, followed by a forceful push, with a hard, knobby log quickly but loudly crackling out of me. The gap in the stall door gave me a full view of the sinks and mirror as well as the entrance. It was too late to change course now. I could see reflecting through the mirror my face, my black Woodstock t-shirt with tye-dyed colored peace sign, and hairless arms. I also had my pants at my feet in my haste to get seated. I may as well have been using a doorless stall, something that even back then I'd have went out of my way to avoid using. A middle-aged blond man walked into the entrance and looked shocked as we locked glances. He quickly looked away and headed to the urinal.
After about 2 minutes of forcefully sliding out, the turd eventually got wider and painful. I'd push, fart, the hard log of poop would crackle, then it would get stuck again. This pattern repeated. The blonde man finished up at the urinal, went to the sink, saw me through the mirror, and subsequently made an effort to avoid watching me through the mirror keeping his head down as he washed his hands. I was farting up a storm. I heard my neighbor plopping away in relative privacy, only his feet visible, firing off lots of small turds. While the blonde man was finishing up at the paper towel dispenser, I ripped a loud fart that echoed about the room, but there was no plop. I could feel the hard log still sticking out, but hardly moving. The blond man exited in a hurry. My poop was stuck, and it remained one continuous, unbroken mass. I kept having to push and rest, over and over again. It was wearing me out. About 7 minutes after I sat, an early 20-something white man with brown hair wearing a blue hoodie walked in and was now waiting for a stall. We saw each other through the gap. He'd look away, then look back, as if checking my progress, then look away again, then check back, probably hoping I'd hurry up and avail the stall. It was very awkward. I didn't like being watched.
About 2-3 minutes of pushing and straining later, *BLOOP*, it finally dropped into the water. I could feel a warm, weighty, sticky mass coating my posterior. My neighbor in the next stall was struggling, his groans clearly audible, followed by plops as I could see his toes curl at the front of his sandals when he strained. I started wiping. And wiping. And wiping. I'd keep rolling the paper and wiping, only to check the paper and find thick, gooey brown balls stuck to it. After about the 5th time rolling paper and many wipes, the man in the hoodie took one last look at me and decided to leave. Perhaps he decided to go elsewhere to avoid waiting any longer than necessary, perhaps the sight of me wiping my filthy butt was just too much, but I was glad he was gone so I could wipe in privacy. I was very embarrassed.
I was wiping for the next 5 minutes, as more people came in and out of the room to use the urinal, some expressing shock seeing me through the gap in the stall, two turning around and walking out altogether(perhaps they needed a stall and decided to go elsewhere). The wiping didn't seem like it would end. There were thick streaks of poop on the paper with each wipe, no matter what I did. I probably made more than 15 passes and wiped 3 ounces of poop off of my butt already. No matter how conscientiously I cleaned, the paper always had thick brown smears on it. Towards the end, the best I could do to get clean was to finish it off by saving up a ball of spit, and spitting it onto the paper and rubbing it together so it could soak for the next wipe. Lots of brown smears still presented with that pass. So I wiped again with more dry paper. More brown smears, but it wasn't much. Some of the paper stuck to my butt. I didn't want to rub my anus raw and decided I'd give it yet one more wipe if only to get any stuck paper off my butt, but there were more brown smears. Greatly more than 99% of the poop that smeared itself all over my butt was gone. I was certain that whatever residue remained would need the help of a shower and a wash cloth. Considering that I don't have hardly any butt hairs, this was a remarkably messy and stubborn cleanup job, a memorable one for sure given the circumstances.
I heard my stall neighbor wiping as I pulled my pants up and looked into the toilet. There was a 3-4 inch thick light-brown log going deep into the drain hole of the toilet bowl all the way up to the rim ending with a tapered point, continuous and unbroken, full of lumps and cracks. It was at least 18 inches long, perhaps significantly longer since it was unknown how much was concealed from view, and it completely filled the water line. Copious amounts of toilet paper adorned the sides of the bowl. Upon the first flush, it moved a bit, and most of the toilet paper disappeared, leaving the log and some stray pieces of paper. I thought this would be yet another clogged public toilet, but miraculously, it all flushed down the second try, leaving a thick brown trail of filth along the toilet bowl.
We both left our stalls at the same time and washed our hands at the sinks. The fat middle-aged dude looked away from me and was pretending I wasn't there, as if we didn't just hear each other defecating. It was obvious he was more embarrassed than I was, and I'd have gladly traded stalls. I was certainly highly embarrassed by the fact that strangers saw me through the gap in the cubicle as I crapped and wiped. My insides felt great now that I no longer had what felt like a bowling ball in my lower GI tract.
As we left the Mens' room, the 20-something dude in the hoodie was waiting outside the building. He looked at me with an angry scowl and then remarked "Dammit, kiddo, were you diggin' in your ass trying to find gold? Took long enough!" He sauntered on in. I wanted to die from embarrassment from the fact that a stranger saw enough of my ordeal to scrutinize my wiping technique.