Emma two
Diarrhea during a meeting
I was desperate for a poo during a meeting at work yesterday and I felt embarrassed to leave the room to go to the toilet because I knew I'd be gone a while and everyone would know I was having a number two. I sat with my bottom clenched tightly for half an hour before I realized if I held it much longer I would end up pooing myself. I felt my face burning red as I stood up to go to the toilet and I quickly walked out of the meeting room trying my best not to have an accident in my knickers. It must have been obvious to anyone that noticed me leaving I was desperate which was embarrassing but nowhere near as embarrassing as having an accident in my knickers.
I made it to the toilets just in time and I took a cubicle by the end of the line so I'd have more privacy and quickly locked the door. I rushed to pull my knickers and jeans down together and threw myself into the toilet landing with a thump and relaxed. As soon as I did I felt relief as I unleashed a huge torrent of diarrhea into the poor unsuspecting toilet. It went on for several seconds before it stopped and it felt so good but I wasn't finished. I pushed and released some more solid poo and I felt done. I can't begin to describe what a wonderful relief it was and I wiped several times until I felt clean and flushed the toilet before quickly exiting. I didn't even bother washing my hands. I just wanted to get back in the meeting quickly so my co workers would think I only peed.Tlana
Being short and using public toilets
I've been the shortest person in my classes since I started school. It hasn't really gotten much better. I was just over 3-feet when I graduated high school, but I did gain a couple inches while I was in college, but I'm still woefully short. Now I'm a teacher and shorter than all of my students. The school is large and I'm often mistaken, in my 20s, as a new student. When I'm using a toilet, whether it is in the faculty lounge or one of the student bathrooms, my feet are nowhere near the floor.
I've often wondered, with disability-protection laws in place, why more toilets that are lower are not the norm in public bathrooms. I remember that the Little Princess toilets in the children's area of a theme park were really comfortable. But when my parents were taking me back home later that day, I was taking my crap on a large toilet at a highway rest stop. What probably saved me was that my craps back then, as now, are pretty soft and by the time I make my somewhat uncomfortable sit, I'm only on the toilet for a minute or two before I've unloaded.
Here's a survey I've written. I'll be the first to answer the questions.
1. What is the most uncomfortable toilet you remember sitting on?
My first year at Bible camp.
2. Why was it uncomfortable?
There was this large line of wooden toilets that had like 6 holes drilled into them. My feet were several inches off the concrete and there was no privacy whatsoever. I had camp leaders who were in college sitting next to me. I think I was in 4th grade. We had drank a lot of beverages and I was sitting for a pee quite a bit. A couple of jokes were made about my size, whether I was going to lose my balance and fall in, but one of the leaders was sensitive to my needs. So when I saw her walk across the grounds to the toilets I ran to catch up with her.
3. When you are headed into a public bathroom, how many toilets do you check out before selecting the one for you?
I want to get it over quick and I'm not one to check out every toilet available before making my decision. If it is open I go in and make the best of it. That helped me so much when I was in middle and high school because I avoided detentions and still got my bodily needs met without getting a tardy and detention to my next class.
4. What is your selection criteria?
If the toilet is vacant I'm going to duck in, drop my clothing, and get up on it. There were several times when I was a public school student that my only choice was a toilet without a privacy door. That worked for me, especially before school, when I was there for activities, because I usually will wait until my crap is knocking and ready to exit. Then I got up on the toilet and I'm usually done within 2 minutes.
5. Have you ever gotten up onto a toilet and decided this is not for me?
Yes, this happened I believe 3 times. Once was at a gas station where I had to pee badly, but I was scared I was going to fall in because the seat was so loose. I think I was about 10 and I called my friend Kari to get off her bike to come in and hold the seat tight from the back. Another time I was walking through a park. I went in to take a crap. There were 2 toilets, connected to a back wall and without privacy panels or doors. A mother came in with a boy, probably about 5, and he was planning to stand and do a pee into the other toilet. The only problem was that he spent all of his time staring at me and his mother didn't say anything to redirect his attention. I simply got down off the stool, pulled up my shorts, and ran out. I don't remember too much about the 3rd time, other than an older girl had left the single rest stop toilet I had been waiting for. I had been sledding with friends, and my overshoes were slipping on the painted pavilion floor as I tried to get up on the seat. The automatic flush went off and scared the hell out of me. No way I was going to be able to do a pee sitting there and shaking so bad.
Thursday, March 17, 2022
Veronica
This morning Carl took a really huge poop! I observed as it snakes it's way into the bowl, with crackling gas. Coiling in the water. The aroma was the usual, a bit earthy and healthy. I got to wipe his ass too!!! I very much enjoyed having the pleasure of cleaning his messy bottom. The turd was so big he clogged the toilet. I volunteered to unclog it. I whipped out the plunger and got to work. I flushed again this time the murky water swirling it's way down the drain. I kissed him on the cheek then we went and had breakfastJohn H
Comment and a disappointing poop
Hi all. A quick story but a comment first.
@Hannah. Thank you for responding. It's cool you have a system all worked out. I take it you drink a lot of water which stops your pee smelling. Is it just since you started college that you have been avoiding using shared or public bathrooms? Is it just pee you are nervous of or is it poop too? If so for poo how do you get around this? Going late at night perhaps? I can see how the warmth would feel nice and I was thinking of suggesting diapers but you have already tried those and I understand you can't afoard the cost. Remember if you ever get stuck in public and you don't want to wet for some reason, you can try going on some toilet paper in the toilet to reduce sound. It sounds like you have the system down to a fine art though as I said lol. Thanks for sharing.
Mow a quick story.
I m normally poo every day but for some reason I noticed over the last few days I hadn't pooped and I didn't have any need to go. I didn't feel unwell and I continued to eat like normal.
Yesterday, on day 4 of not going I finally felt the need. It wasn't very strong and I normally like to let the need to go to build up for a while before going. As I hadn't went in 4 days I decided it was important to get this out so I went streight to the toilet.
I sat and felt some movement and I was expecting a big log given it had been 4 days since my last poop. Instead I produced a small mushy consistency log that felt hot coming out. There was no major stretching at all and a strong smell hit very quickly. Not a present healthy poop smell at all.
I felt empty but new there had to be more. After some pushing and farting another mushy load made its way out. It wasn't soft enough to be the runs but not solid enough to be a log. I call this kind of poo waves instead of logs.
I pushed out another 2 or 3 waves of this kind of poop before conducting a messy wipe up process. I flushed and scrubed and bleached the toilet, and sprayed air freshener. I don't find this kind of poo satisfying but I am hopefully back to normal now.
I have no idea what caused this or where all the poo went but the only thing I can think of was that the last poo before this was a very large soft one so maybe I was totally empty after that clear out.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.Thunder
More regarding the Bidet
I have just had a visit from my OT which was in part about my proposed bidet. I have spoken to the bidet supplier and installer and the model I do not know but methinks it is a Toto...I have to decide yet.
Does anyone have any input?
ThanksJames
Morning accident
I posted last week about being too shy to use the school toilets (or indeed any toilet) with anyone else around, but my name went missing from the top of the post. I've been trying to think which of my other accidents are distinctive enough to be worth posting about, following all the ones I wrote about here last year.
There are two in particular that I think people might find interesting, and each leads to a question.
The first is from when I was about seven, and it happened soon after my little brother started school. By that age, I could reliably tell when I needed to do a poo and would hold it in as best I could, but as per my previous posts I often couldn't hold on for long if it was urgent. However, I barely noticed if I needed to fart, and gas just tended to slip out. This didn't normally lead to accidents.
The day before this event, I'd had a bit of a stomach ache after tea - it was very sore, but not in a crampy or nauseous way. I told my mum about it and she gave me a hot-water bottle to take to bed, which soon eased things off. When I woke up the next morning, I felt absolutely fine, and I didn't think any more of it. I had my normal breakfast, got ready for school and went to the toilet, where I passed a couple of small blobs of soft poo. I felt like I was done, and I set off with my mum and brother on the ten-minute walk.
About half-way there, I noticed a weird sensation around my bum - it felt warm and a bit slimy as I was walking along, but I hadn't felt anything come out or any kind of pressure sensation, so I wasn't sure what had happened. I reached around to feel the seat of my trousers with my hand, and it definitely felt like I'd had an accident. I was paying more attention to sensations down there now, and I could just about feel the very faint pressure of a fart coming out - but with my hand I clearly felt that it was actually poo, and it was runny. Everything was still in my pants - it hadn't escaped into my trousers - but I could feel the wet sensation of it squishing between the top of my legs as I walked. As soon as I'd realised what was happening I'd clamped my bum shut, but as soon as I did so I felt a rapid surge of pressure, and almost immediately I was desperately trying to hold the rest in.
I tugged on my mum's sleeve and said "Please can we go back home? I really need to do a poo!", but she pointed out that we were closer to the school now, and I could go there before going into class. I was too embarrassed at that point to say that I was already messy, so I just tried to hold on as best I could. However, the stomach-ache came back, and the pressure got even worse, until I got my mum's attention again and said "I'm not sure I can hold on, I'm really desperate". She asked "Did you forget to go before we left?", and I said that I'd gone as usual and only been able to do a small poo. She said we were only a couple of minutes away now, and to try to hold on. However, just as we were passing the school gates, the pressure went up another notch and a large rush of loose, runny poo came out. This time I could clearly feel it, and it was swilling around in my underwear in a way that made me worried it was going to leak. We dropped my brother off at his classroom and before we set off for mine I asked my mum "Can you come to the toilets with me? I need clean pants" (I have no idea why I thought she'd have a pair about her person). She asked me "Did you just have an accident?", and I nodded, whilst going bright red. She glanced down at my back and must have seen a damp patch on my bum, as she said "Come on, we'll have to take you back home again" - she sounded a bit annoyed, probably because she was meant to be heading to work soon after the school run.
Half-way home, the pressure came back and I tugged on my mum's hand again to indicate we needed to hurry, but I didn't make it, and I had another diarrhoea accident at the front door whilst my mum was trying to get it unlocked. This time, some of the poo ended up on my socks and school shoes. She took me upstairs and cleaned me up, and I sat on the loo and had another round of runny poo. I ended up having to stay at home that day (and my mum didn't get to work), and I had another accident later that afternoon where I didn't notice it coming out until my pants were already dirty. I'm not sure what had upset my stomach, but I was better by the next day.
So - the question is, has anyone else had an accident where you couldn't feel it coming out until it was too late? This accident was the only time I remember messing my pants with so little sensation of it coming out (at least at first) - it didn't even feel like I was passing gas at the beginning.
I'll post the second accident separately - this is long enough already.The second question I have for people - after the one in my other post today - is about the effect of holding in farts. It wasn't long after the story I posted recently that I became better at holding in gas rather than letting it out automatically. However, as a kid I tended not to hold it in very much - I'd try and fart the first moment I thought I could get away with it. This was because I tended to find holding in gas very uncomfortable - I'd rapidly feel bloated and then start to get a stomach ache.
If I was put in a situation where I really had to try and hold it in no matter what, I would often find that I would end up needing a poo, and this would often be urgent and very mushy - more so than usual, even for me. I soon realised that holding in a lot of gas seemed to over-stimulate my bowels, and this has remained the case for me even as an adult. When I used to supervise my junior team members in a small, airless office, I would often have to rush to the loo straight afterwards to unload a mixture of pent-up farts and mushy poo - a great benefit of doing business by Zoom these last two years has been that I can fart as much as I like as long as I remember to mute my microphone!
Fortunately this didn't translate into many childhood accidents, as it was rare that I'd find myself in a situation where farting was socially completely impossible. One time when it did was when my family was at an older cousin's wedding, when I was about eleven. It was quite a formal affair and my brother and I were dressed in smart shirts and trousers. We were under strict instructions to be on our best behaviour, especially at the wedding breakfast. After the meal, we all had to sit and listen to the speeches, which seemed to go on forever. I'd felt I needed to fart ever since the dessert course, and each time I held it in. I'd feel the gas shift back up into my colon, and the pressure would ease a bit, but then the feeling would return a couple of minutes later. I felt like I could feel the bubbles of gas moving back and forth around the left-hand side of my belly. As the speakers droned on, I felt trapped - blowing off a huge, noisy fart would be about the most disrespectful thing I could've possibly done at that point, but my parents had said that we shouldn't leave the table until everyone had finished talking.
Eventually, I got to the point where I could feel a little bit of gas leaking out despite my best efforts, and to my consternation it felt quite wet as well. Fortunately, I saw another cousin who was about a year older than me quietly get up and make his way to the back of the room, and so I waited another few seconds and then did the same thing. My plan was to step outside, let the gas out and then come back - part of me knew that it would be more sensible to go to the loo, but I didn't want my cousin to hear me farting.
When I got outside, the first couple of farts came out, giving me an enormous sense of relief - however, the next one turned out to be a mixture of gas and mushy poo, and quite a lot came out into my pants before I could stop it. I was old enough to have an idea what I needed to do about it, and I made my way swiftly over to the toilets, where to my relief my cousin was just leaving to go back to his seat. I made my way in, entered a stall (luckily there was no gap at the bottom), and removed both my trousers and shirt and hung them on the peg on the door. Very gingerly, I removed my pants, feeling the damp material peel away from my skin and the contrast between cool air and warm mess. My underwear was thickly and irretrievably coated in orange poo. These toilets were unisex and there was a sanitary bin next to the loo - I had never seen one before but decided it seemed an ideal receptacle for my messy underpants, and thus disposed of them. I used almost a whole loo-roll cleaning up my bum, and then put my trousers back on, going commando. Because I'd got to the toilet less than a minute after the accident happened, my trousers were completely unsoiled and it wasn't too hard to clean myself up.
Finally, I snuck back into the dining room and returned to my seat as if nothing had happened. My dad asked me why I'd been gone so long, and I just said I'd needed to do quite a long poo. Later in the evening, I overheard someone complaining about the smell in the toilets - they thought someone had put a baby's nappy in one of the bins. I just kept a poker-face. As far as I know, no-one ever found out about that particular accident, and I didn't need to poo again until the next day.
So - again, a question for everyone - does anyone else find that holding in farts for too long brings on an urgent need to poo? If so, has it caused you any problems? I've never heard anyone else describe this phenomenon but this must be the best forum in the world to find out.
P.S. There's a question I've wanted to ask the moderator since I first came across this site as a teenager, and which I'm sure other people might want to know the answer to as well - there is a particular five-letter British word for the stomach/abdomen that begins with 'T' and which is not considered in the slightest bit rude here - it is used mainly by children, but also adults, and even doctors talking to patients if they don't want to sound too formal, but on this forum it is always replaced by a string of question marks. Is there some rude meaning that I'm not aware of? American friends tell me it means exactly the same in the US as the UK though, even if "belly" is used more often in the States.
Lavah
Nathan helped me poop again
Hello, hello! I have another story to share but first I want to say thanks to everyone who responded so positively to my last story about Nathan! Much love to all of you! Despite feeling more poop inside me when I left Nathan's place (which was on a Saturday), I didn't actually manage to poop again until the following Tuesday, 2 days later. I was on the phone with Nathan when I felt the urge to go and he stayed on the phone while I pooped, encouraging me and helping me stay calm. It wasn't as difficult as my constipated poops tend to be, but it was nice having him help regardless. We're still very early on in our relationship, but I really think I found a keeper!
I went out with Nathan again the following weekend. We had our first bout of warm weather here on Sunday so I met him at his apartment and we walked to a café about 3 blocks away to get some breakfast which we ate at the park across the street. Nathan got a breakfast sandwich, I got a bagel, and we both got coffee. We finished our breakfast and walked around the park for a while before heading back to Nathan's apartment. When we were almost there, Nathan said that he was starting to feel the effects of coffee and would probably need to poop soon. He asked me if I needed a "coffee poop" too and I said no. I admitted to him that I hadn't pooped since he helped me on the phone, which was 5 days ago. We quickened our pace and as expected, Nathan headed to the bathroom as soon as we got inside. I didn't join him, but he left the door open so we could continue our conversation. I couldn't hear much, but it sounded like his poop came out quickly and easily. By the time he'd finished, I was starting to feel like I might be able to go. I told him this when he came back and he asked me if I wanted him to come with me like last time. I said yes and we made our way to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet normally and instead of sitting on the bathtub's edge, Nathan kneeled down right in front of me. He put his hands on my sides and pressed his thumbs into my stomach, just below my rib cage. Then he lifted his thumbs, slid his hands down a bit, and repeated the process until he was at my lower abdomen. It felt really nice. After a few minutes of this, I felt some pressure building in my gut and gave some pushes to see if anything was ready to come out. "Nnnn .... Nnnnnhh ..... Nnnnnnnnnhhh" "Any luck?" Nathan asked. "No," I said, "but my stomach's starting to cramp which is a good sign." Nathan suggested we try the position that worked last time, with me sitting backwards on the toilet and him bear-hugging me. I agreed so we got into position. Nathan rubbed my ???? for a while before I resumed pushing. It made my stomach cramp even more but it helped ease the pain a little. Eventually, a big cramp hit me so I leaned forward, grabbed the tank, and strained. "UNH! NNNNNNNNNHH! ..... UNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!" Nathan rubbed my stomach with one hand and my back with the other. "It's not even sticking out yet, is it?" I asked. Nathan looked down and said he couldn't see anything. He encouraged me to try again and this time he wrapped his forearms around my ???? while I pushed. "NNNNNNNNNN! ...... HHHNNNNNNN! ....... NNNNNNGGGGGGGGHH!!" Still nothing. I told him I think I needed a break. I asked him if he'd rather I go home and finish this myself, but he insisted that I stay there and let him help me. I was happy to hear that since he made me feel so comfortable. He got me a glass of water and rubbed my stomach on the couch for a while. The whole time, he told me jokes and tried to make me laugh or at least smile to distract me, and it worked until I got hit with another big stomach cramp. I instinctively lifted my ass off the couch and pushed. "OH! UUUUUNNNHH!" Nathan asked if I was ready to continue and I said yes so we made our way back to the bathroom. This time, instead of sitting on the toilet, I suggested trying a squatting position on the floor. Nathan agreed so I grabbed the edge of the tub and squatted. He put his bath mat underneath me. (He said it was okay if I ruined it because he'd been meaning to replace it.) Nathan got behind me and bear-hugged me again while I pushed. "UUUUUUUUUNNNNNHHH!! ........ NNNNNNNNNNNNH! MMMHH!" I could feel my anus begin to dilate as a big turd started to peek out. Nathan noticed and yelled, "I see it, Lavah! Keep pushing!" I tightened my grip on the tub and got to work. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNH! .... UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHH! .... GGGGGGGGRRRRRRUUUUUUHHHH!!!" It wouldn't move. I started to cry. Nathan wrapped his arms around me. "Are you crying because you're frustrated or because it hurts?" he asked. "Both!" I wailed. "Don't you worry," he said softly. "You're going to be okay. We're going to get this out of you." I told him I was ready to push again and he returned to pressing on my ???? while I did. "UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!! ............ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!! ........ NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHH!! ......... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! OWWWW!" It moved out a few inches and it really hurt. My ass was burning and my stomach was still cramping a lot. Nathan stroked my hair and let me calm down before encouraging me to try again. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! .............. NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! ...... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHH!!!' A few more inches came out. "You're doing great!" he cheered. 'I knowww, but it huuurtsss!" I groaned. "I think you can do it in one more big push," he said. "I'll help you. Ready?" He pressed down hard on my lower abdomen with one hand and used the other to push up on the skin above my anus. He counted to 3, signaling me to push. "1! .. 2! .. 3! .. PUUUSH!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!" The turd started sliding out. I leaned back into Nathan and moaned as it passed. "OOHHHH! AH! .... UUUUMMMMM!!" The turd landed silently on the mat. It was probably 14 inches long and really knobby but smooth towards the end." I didn't have time to recover before I could feel more coming. It felt softer so I ran and sat on the toilet. Nathan joined me and let me squeeze his hands while I pushed. "MMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUHH! ..... UUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHH!" A huge but soft log forced its way out and into the toilet. Oh god, that hurt!" I panted. That one was maybe 16 inches. My stomach cramped again and some mushy poop came out. I sighed as it effortlessly slid out. Nathan rubbed my ???? while I continued to release mush into the toilet. "There's the coffee!" he joked and I laughed. After about 5 minutes, I was done. Nathan sat with me for a while until I had rested a bit, then left me to wipe on my own. I thanked him again for being so good to me and he said he was just glad I was ok. I stayed and drank some more water before heading home for the day. I'm glad he sees all of this as a good bonding exercise like I do. We made more plans to see each other again this week, but I'm hoping I won't be so constipated this time. At least I know that if I am, I'll be in good hands!
I hope this was a good story!
Marie
I love my diapers and my training potty
So recently I feel ill with the stomach flu, not fun at all. As you know with the stomach flu you poop and throw up a lot. It was so nice having my diapers so if I had a cramp and couldn't make it could be handled. My potty did get a bit of a work out. :(
- Marie
Winnie
Winnie the Pooh
Hi everyone, how is everyone hope everyone is doing well, I just wanted to let you know that I did have this most beautiful poop on Friday at home I overslept, and on Sunday I had a great one and Monday was okay and today at school I just got on the toilet. So Friday I was just getting out of bed night robe and all and took it off and placed my butt on the toilet and started to toot toot and opening up 4 smooth stinkers slide out one after another without splash and I spread my legs look between my legs golden brown, and I closed them and few more plop came out smooth and I get up feeling refreshing, I sit back down and wipe and flush and wash my hands and start bath water took a nice warm bath hot tub temperature, and Sunday I decided to visit a different church and see this one guy who invited me so I got their late cause I got up in the bathroom late Saturday night food caused it. But I'm done peeing so talk with you all later.Hannah
Reply to John H
John H: Hello and thanks for the questions! I'd be happy to answer them for you. The main reason why I do this is because I'm just kind of shy when I use restrooms. I have no problem using single occupant restrooms, and luckily almost every building on campus has some, but I don't like using public restrooms with multiple stalls. I only like using the communal bathroom in my dorm building when it's late at night because it's less busy. When I'm in my dorm room and I have to go during a busier time, I just go in my pants. It's no big deal for me because I live in a single person dorm and I do my laundry a couple times a week. Other than that, there aren't really a lot of places I go. Whenever I go to a store or restaurant I don't use the restrooms there and I make sure I pee before I go. It doesn't really bother me and it actually feels kind of nice. Also, my pee doesn't smell so I know that won't give me away.
In addition to wetting my pants, I've also tried using diapers last year, but I don't think I'll do it again. It was convenient being able to wear and wet anything and not have to worry about being noticed, but it was just too expensive to keep buying packs of diapers on a college student's budget.
John H, I hope I answered your questions and if you or anybody else here has questions for me please let me know.
LC
Recent Experience at Work
I had a large movement at work on Monday. Saturday was morning was the last day I went. It was my normal large amount. I went for a long run in the early morning, as well as a hike with the family in the afternoon, which gave me the liberty to overindulge a bit on the diet. I had about 5,000 calories on Saturday by the end of the night. Given the level of activity on Saturday and large amount of food, it surprised me that I did not even have an urge on Sunday. I exercised a bit on Sunday and we did a long walk as a family in the afternoon. I ate about 3,500 calories on Sunday all told.
Monday morning arrived. I had lots of water and some coffee, which usually gets things moving. It didn't for whatever reason. I worked out again before work and still no urge to go. I showered and headed into the office for a half day. I had a couple rank farts in the car on the way in that signaled something might need to happen soon. I grabbed a half caff latte once I arrived and unpacked my things at my desk. A sudden urge hit me after a few sips.
There is one bathroom per floor in my office building. So multiple firms share one facility. The bathroom is two stalls, a urinal, and a double basin sink. The whole room isn't huge, maybe 200 square feet. I found the bathroom unused for the day and chose the first stall.
Several long, thick logs exited immediately. I could tell they were not the thickest but had good length. They crackled as whisps of gas escaped at the same time. My stall reeked within the first few seconds, The long logs gave way to a soft, semi-continuous release of similarly thick segments and chunks. This seemed to be one of those endless poops that turned into thick, dense soft serve. I'd feel a thick segment fall away only to be instantly replaced by another offering often punctuated by an airy fart. I pooped continuously for about 35 seconds. The smell was extremely pungent and overwhelmed the two stall, one urinal bathroom. I capped off activities with a long pee.
I looked inside the bowl and the whole thing was filled. I could see the logs landed in an odd distribution. The first was barely seen as a lot of contents piled on top of it. However, I could tell it lodged in the trap and reached up on to the porcelain. The second and third were basically still attached and reached from the front of the bowl to the back, up to the rim and hooked back down to the water. Then there was a massive pile of coiling, median and short segments and soft serve that filled and covered about 85% of the water area. It also piled a couple inches above the water line and spanned to the porcelain at the front of the bowl, as it actively emitted a strong stench. I hit the flusher and the toilet miraculously cleared about 40% of the medium contents before it cut out. The water level began to rise and the water in the bowl turned brown as the remaining contents swirled about. I could see the longest piece, with slightly less girth than the opening was soft enough to fold as it got pulled it down. This created a substantial blockage as the dimensions now easily outsized the trap. At this moment, I heard the door open, and someone let out an audible groan, turned around and left. Obviously, that individual couldn't handle the smell. I don't blame him as it was nearly palpable. The toilet refilled and I dared to try the flusher again. The toilet barely managed an effort. I knew there was a plunger in the next stall over, but I decided to wipe first. It took about ten passes with the help of some baby wipes to be clean.
I quickly exited the stall and found the plunger in the handicapped stall, just where I remembered it. In these brief moments, another man opened the bathroom door. He also muttered something as I quickly closed the door on the handicapped stall. I then heard him open the stall with the clogged toilet. He exclaimed, "jesus christ" and backed out. He then tried the stall where I now sat. I called out, "just a minute". He said sorry and would find a different bathroom, as the first stall was out of order. He left moments later, which allowed me to return to my stall to address the issue. I used the plunger to break up the thick pieces first and then clear the trap. The toilet emptied and took away some of the contents. The toilet refilled and I flushed again. This time everything else made it down. I washed off the plunger in the water and set it aside next to the back of the toilet.
Normally, I leave a lot of streaks in the bowl, but I outdid myself this time. The longer log and the huge pile left streaks well above the water line and all over the porcelain nearer to the trap. I flushed a final time, which helped clear some of the streaks in the water area, but the toilet was still in bad shape. I washed my hands and noticed just how strong the smell was once I left the bathroom. I returned to the bathroom about 45 minutes later to pee again. There was still a noticeable stink and no one had since used my stall.
LCSarah
I'm Back!
Hi all, you may recognize me from my first post a month or so ago. Life got busy and I didn't have time to regularly check in here and read and reply to posts.
First, I'd like to do Victoria and Robyn's survey:
Q: How often do your poops leave behind skid marks?
A: I'd say about 50/50 on whether or not my poops leave a skid mark. That being said, if a plunger gets involved, which it often does with me, there's usually some serious skids around the bowl by the time I'm done.
Q: How do you get rid of them? Brush? Extra flush? Leave it?
A: I typically use a brush when it's available unless I'm in a hurry. In that case I'd do an extra flush and then just leave it if that doesn't work.
Q: Do you do anything different in a public bathroom?
A: if it's a particularly filthy bathroom, I may put a bit less effort than otherwise but no, usually I'd still try a brush if provided.
Q: Do you keep your brush and/or plunger visibile in your own bathroom or hide them?
A: in my own personal bathroom I keep both a brush and plunger out and next to the toilet. I get enough use out of both of them that it's not worth the hassle of hiding them. In the future when I (hopefully) have a real house with more than one bathrooms, I'd definitely keep the plunger only in my own bathroom and any others I'd hide it. It feels a bit like "hey look at me I clog the toilet" when the plunger is just sitting next to the toilet for guests to see.
Q: Have you ever used TP to try and cover the bowl to prevent them?
A: No. I clog toilets enough as is I don't need any extra paper making it worse lol.
I also have a survey for others to take! It should be pretty straightforward but I was just thinking about it for whatever reason the other day and would love to get input from others.
On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate the size of your output? I think the scale would be roughly like this
1 - Tiny - you basically don't poop
2 - Very Small - you normally take very tiny dumps but every once in a while do an average size one
3 - Small - normally pretty small, though an average sized turd isn't too rare.
4 - Below average - normally fairly average sized, though sometimes small
5 - Average - typically average sized loads. The occasional fairly big or pretty small ones.
6 - Above average - usually slightly bigger than average, occasionally a true big one.
7 - Big - take big poops more often than not. May occasionally clog a weak or average strength toilet
8 - Very Big - can take some seriously large turds. Can clog an average toilet at about a 50/50 rate or so. May even clog a strong toilet once in a blue moon.
9 - Huge - consistently drops 12 inch+ long logs. Clogs toilets more often than not. Capable of clogging even a strong toilet with some frequency
10 - Monster - there is no toilet on earth that can handle you. Probably have the plumber on speed dial.
I would say I'm probably between an 8 or 9 but closer to 9 to be honest. My boyfriend I would say is a 7. I would also be curious to hear if you think you've changed as you've gotten older? I was definitely nothing more than a 5 or 6 until early high school when seemingly overnight I went to like an 8. Would love to hear from folks on both extremes.
A very quick story from last weekend. Some close friends of ours Kat and Joe invited my boyfriend and I over for dinner on Friday night. In the middle of dinner I felt an unusually urgent need to poo. I excused myself to their bathroom. After a few gassy farts, I quickly and effortlessly pushed out a big thick log. The tried was great but I knew it was gonna clog. I wiped just once and turned and confirmed my suspicion that my log was indeed far too large to flush. There was no plunger out or in the cabinet, so I had to wash up and exit and ask for their plunger. Luckily I wasn't too embarrassed because these were close friends. Well, as it turns out they did not own a plunger. That was obviously a big problem because this was their only bathroom. We decided we'd wait to finish up dinner and then we'd run out to the store and pick one up. As we were just finishing up, Kat got up and said she was going to pee anyways. I definitely didn't want her to see what I had left but it was her apartment, so I couldn't exactly tell her no. She came back out a minute or two later with a huge smile and jokingly asked "Jesus Christ Sarah you've outdone even yourself with that one. You couldn't have held that in and spared our toilet?" We all laughed. The store ended up having just a super cheap and crappy (hah) plunger. It took a joint effort of all 4 of us taking turns before finally Joe got it.
Does anyone else have any stories about clogging a toilet without the necessary equipment on hand?
That's all for now. All the best to everyone!
-SarahTricky
After school buddy dump
This is a story from when I was in 6th grade. At my grade school, I was fortunate to have stall doors in the boys' room, a feature my middle school and the first high school I attended didn't have. Anyhow, I was at school for extracurricular activities and had to take a poop. It was night time.
I went into the Boys' room with a larger than usual degree of urgency, and was followed by another student in my grade, we'll call him John. John was shorter than me, and although he was in my same grade, he looked like he could have been a 4th grader, as did I. Neither of us had reached puberty at that time. I took the first stall while he took the urinal nearby. I proceeded to take a normal, firm poop with little drama, but being the shy pooper I was then, was careful not to make noise. While I was in the process of pushing out my log, I heard the other student finishing up at the urinal, then flushing it. I heard the door open and close. Now that he was gone, I proceeded to let loose.
*brrrrrt* *ploop ploop* *RORT ker-PLUNK* *weeeeeiiifffffffff-t* *plop*
I felt great and was very happy to let it all out. Once, I was all emptied out after about all of 15 seconds, I rolled the toilet paper and prepared to clean myself. As I was in the middle of my first wipe, I heard a high-pitched boyish laugher coming from above.
I looked up, and John was peering at me over the stall, standing on the urinal and holding onto the cubicle wall.
I responded:
"Would you please go away?"
I felt like my personal space was violated in the worst possible way and a wave of embarrassment came over me at the realization that another person was watching me poop, but there was nothing I could do.
John looked at me as I had poop-smeared toilet paper in my hand, and said "I caught you!" He quickly got down and ran out. I wiped up, flushed, washed my hands, and went back to the classroom my activity was at. He looked at me, smiling. I dared not tell the teacher with 15+ kids in the classroom, for fear of making the embarrassment over the event that transpired even worse.
The next day, he asked me if I remembered what happened. I was still very embarrassed about it and didn't acknowledge him.
Fast forward to next week. I had to take another poop, after school. John followed me into the Boy's room, but this time, remembering what happened, I took the back stall. I wasn't expecting what happened next, but as I sat on the toilet and dropped my pants to the floor, John took the adjacent stall and did the same thing.
John started the first noises.
*BLOOOOO-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-T*
Since he opened up and let-'er-rip, I became less hesitant and did the same, although mine wasn't as dramatic. It quietly, but audibly, crackled out. I heard plops coming from my neighbor's stall.
John exclaimed: "Ahh, that feels so good! Don't you like a good poop?"
I stayed quiet. I was still a little embarrassed, especially remembering the events of the prior week.
He continued: "I know you enjoyed going last week. I saw you smiling while you dropped a huge pile of crap."
I focused on the task at hand and continued pushing out the solid mass of excrement. It came out as one long 12" log, and it dropped into the toilet water with a *ker-PLOONK*
We both started wiping at the same time.
John remarked: "Ahh! Need that toilet paper."
I could hear him wiping the paper against his dirt hole and rolling more. I'm sure the same applied to myself.
We both wiped up and exited the stalls at the same time, meeting at the sinks. John then stated "Didn't that feel nice?" He let out a quick but loud fart while washing his hands. I was too embarrassed to respond. We then headed back to class.
Considering the doorless-stall hell that awaited me the year after in middle school, I look back on this event as amusing rather than embarrassing.
Andi from Germany
The janitor who could
The janitor who could
Hi all,
I'm Andi from Germany and I found this site via searching the internet. I'm a man in my thirties, 6ft high with a normal figure and in a long-lasting relationship with my girl. I would consider myself a pretty shy pooper and I admire people who are open and shameless about that thing everyone does. I love reading your stories, especially those that shatter the cliché of women only pooping fairy dust or nothing at all. It's a shame, that society discourages a certain demographic from following their natural needs and I root for the ones who enthusiastically break that rule. I'd like to share my experiences with you, so here comes a pretty solid one. If you like it, I post some more!
So a couple of years ago I had an internship at a large hospital for six months. The hospital comprised of several buildings and a parking garage at a pretty remote end of the complex. From the garage staff could enter the locker rooms with a key fob. The whole complex was pretty confusing to me at the beginning. When I had time, I roamed around to get used to this huge place.
On the second day at work I noticed that right behind the entrance door from the parking garage into the building there was an unmarked door that had a single bathroom behind it. Just a toilet and a tiny sink. The other doors where locked and were probably service rooms for plumbing or climate control. I usually started my workday at 8 am and arrived a couple of minutes earlier to get dressed. When I first stumbled across the aforementioned bathroom - because I was curious to explore every accessible area in my new workplace - it was almost 8 and I was hit by a major smell of poo. It seemed that I just ran into the aftermath of someone's serious morning shit. The smell was very intense and reeked of cabbage and sulfur, mixed with a faint odor of sweat and laundry detergent. The toilet bowl was full of streaks and brown marks, also some sprinkles pretty high up the rim. There was a fan running, because it was an enclosed bathroom. I backed off because I didn't need to go to the bathroom right away and I felt slightly disgusted. Since this part of the building was only accessible for staff I wondered who was the dude who stunk up the bathroom big time. I entered the men's locker room but saw no one else. The rest of the day I wasn't wasting any thought on this incident again.
A couple of days later I was on my way into the building through that door from the garage when I noticed a woman in her mid-forties exiting that specific bathroom on the hallway. I noticed her a few times on several places e.g. the cafeteria and random hallways. The most feature was her height, like 6'3" and that she wore functional clothing like for cleaning staff or a janitor. She had dark blonde hair with some greying strands, tied to a pony tail. Her statue could be best described by 'large-framed' and she had a beautiful face. She slammed the bathroom door shut and made her way into my direction out into the parking garage. As she passed me, I got a whiff of sweat and distinct laundry detergent. Could it be? I was curious if she could be the 'dude' I thought stunk up the bathroom the other day. I had to pee anyways so bravely I opened the door. And boy was I right! I ran into a wall of the same stench from my first encounter with this poor toilet, but this time it was like twice as strong. The puny fan didn't help much. The bowl was a bit cleaner this time, but there were some thick skid marks under and over the surface of the still moving water. I had to pee so I locked the door and took a seat. The second surprise hit me as hard as the first. The amount of heat her ass had transferred into the seat was unreal! She must have been on the toilet for quite some time. The seat was really, really warm and a bit sticky with sweat. It was a weird feeling of way too much intimacy and admiration at the same time for what she did there. I never suspected a woman to be such a smelly and overwhelmingly impressive bathroom user. The next time I saw her on the hallway she was unhinging a heavy looking door, so she had to be some kind of janitor.
The next occurrence was a week or so later. I rushed into the building desperate for a poop. I ran to the single bathroom, which was my go-to toilet by now and it was locked. I could see it without trying because the small indicator in the doorknob was on red. I waited in front of the door to make sure it wasn't out of order or closed for maintenance or cleaning. I definitely hadn't the time to wait in front of a bathroom that wouldn't open soon. Then suddenly I heard a ripping fart and what sounded like squirting of mushy poo. Half a minute or so later I heard wiping, lots of it. Finally - I was about to lose it. When the flush went I made some distance not to startle the outcoming occupant. The door opened and it was the janitor lady. She walked past me without looking at me and I bolted into the toilet to take her hot seat. It was very relaxing but the stench was different today. Like diarrhea and the bowl was covered in specks of poo, even some small drops the backside of the seat. I took a healthy five-minute dump and left to the locker rooms to dress up for work.
I bumped into her on multiple occasions and most of the time she absolutely destroyed the bathroom with varying amounts of odor and marks in the toilet bowl. I imagined how big her loads must have been. I noticed during lunch break in the cafeteria that she ate three bowls of pasta. That explained a lot, also she was working hard.
Once I had to go for an interview at another place after lunch and I went to the garage. Right when I was about to step outside the garage, the janitor-toilet-lady bumped into me. She apologized and went straight to the bathroom with a tense look on her face. She slammed the door, locked it and I heard the toilet lid bang against the wall and buttons being ripped open. Damn, that must have been a close one for her! A second later I heard a squirting fart and another one right after. She cursed and mumbled something I couldn't understand. When I returned an hour or so later, the bathroom was locked. In the moment I passed it I heard a wet fart echoing in the toilet bowl, followed by a soft moan. I had to be her, I recognized her voice and I could swear I smelled her feces in the hallway. 'Holy shit!' I thought to myself. This beast of a woman was on an hour-long pooping streak - and she kept on firing. This lady was a pooping phenomenon in every conceivable way! Since I just came back from outside and none of my colleagues had seen me yet or knew when I would be back so I decided to stay there and listen. I still heard some crackling and farts here and there. After another twenty minutes I could hear her ripping off toilet paper from the roll, followed by her cursing something like "f*ck, f*ck that hurts!" That wipe must have been painful after roughly one-and-a-half hours of continuous firing.
Finally, after another two or three minutes of absolute silence I heard the flush go. Three times. I made some distance between me and the bathroom because I thought she might be embarrassed to be seen by me. I definitely would go in there and check out the aftermath of what was happening in there the last hours. I heard the door unlock and a few moments later the garage door slammed shut. As I went around the corner, I saw that she even didn't bother to close the bathroom door. I entered ground zero and it was at least as bad as I could imagine. The smell was breathtaking. It smelled of diarrhea and hot garbage can, with a footnote of her body odor. The air was also noticeably warm and damp from her body radiation and breathing in that tiny room. The fan was a joke, really. As I looked into the toilet bowl I saw poo streaks in different colors and consistencies all over the surface. The water was brown and cloudy. The flush got most of it but I could clearly tell that the bowl had to be at least half full of mushy poo, because it was smeared all around. Of course, the seat was still extremely warm from that long and furious ride, although I was always puzzled by the level of heat she could produce. Not only on the toilet - once I had to take her seat in the cafeteria on a very busy day and the wooden chair was also really warm where her body touched it. She must have a pretty good blood flow and an active body. I stayed in the bathroom for a few moments and admired the lady who had no shame to follow the call of nature in such a spectacular way.
Well, the best bathroom encounter with her was also the last. I saw her a few times on random hallways but never did she do a major poop again. I'll remember her vividly until the rest of my life and everything else will have to compare itself with this beast of a woman, who probably had no idea what talent and self-confidence she got. I wish her well!Midwesterner
Surveys
@Victoria and Robyn
I laughed at the term "brown bull's eye on the porcelain dartboard!" I can't say that I have ever seen my poop or anybody else's poop land vertically in the toilet. I thought that I would answer your survey.
How often do your poops leave behind skidmarks?
-I would say 80% of the time that some sort of skidmark is left behind. However, it may hardly be noticeable.
When you get them do you A) try to flush again? B) use a brush if one's available? or C) Just leave it there?
-Usually I do C. If it's really bad, I may try A, however I rarely do B.
Do you handle skidmarks in public toilets different from ones in private toilets?
-I generally don't handle it much differently.
In your own bathroom(s) are your toilet brush and plunger visible so guests don't have to go looking?
-We have the brushes visible, but not the plunger. Perhaps we should change our protocol!
Have you ever used toilet paper to cover the bowl to try and prevent them?
-No
I have a survey regarding the comfort of people using the toilet around their significant other. I promise this won't go into topics not suitable for this forum. I will write in my own answers:
1.My gender and age is: Male, 25
2.My significant other's gender and age is: Female, 27
3.I will talk about peeing with my SO: Yes
4.I will let me SO watch me pee: Yes
5.My SO lets me watch them pee: Yes
6.I will fart in front of my SO while not on the toilet: I definitely have, but I try not to.
7.My SO will fart in front of me while not on the toilet: She definitely has before, but I think her stance is similar to mine!
8.I will talk about farting with my SO: Yes
9.I will fart on the toilet around my SO: Yes
10.My SO will fart on the toilet around me: Yes
11.I am embarrassed if my SO hears me fart on the toilet: No
12.My SO is embarrassed if I hear them fart on the toilet: She doesn't appear to be.
13.I will talk about pooping with my SO: Yes
14.I will let my SO watch me poop: Yes
15.My SO lets me watch them poop: Yes
16.I can poop around my SO as long as the bathroom door is shut: Yes, but it doesn't need to be.
17.My SO can poop around me as long as the bathroom door is shut: See above answer
18.I have helped my SO with pooping difficulty (constipation, diarrhea, medical issues, ect.): Yes
19.My SO has helped me with pooping difficulty (constipation, diarrhea, medical issues, ect.): Yes
20.I am embarrassed if my SO hears my poop noises, such as plops: No
My SO is embarrassed if I hear their poop noises, such as plops: She doesn't seem to be.
21.Toilet needs are a matter of attraction to my SO: Yes
22.Toilet needs are a matter of attraction for my SO to me: Yes, but probably not to quite the same extent as myself.
23.My spouse is aware of the Toilet Stool forum: No
24.I would like to show my spouse the Toilet Stool forum and encourage them to post: Possibly
Curious Cody
A general response to Andrea's questions
Like Andrea, I became more curious about bodily functions, especially when in a public place. For her, it was her mother's open-door while going to the toilet at home. For me, it was a lot of what I've found to be repression and criticism to what I found more than 10 years ago to be a normal bodily function. And for a busy and now somewhat impulsive person, whether it was at school, the mall, a concert or sporting event, or even in a portable potty it should be something that should be considered normal.
But I was raised by a mother who preached planning ahead, going before leaving home, holding it until you got home, or getting the consequences for not following the above. Try being an hour into a six-hour Interstate trip to visit relatives. I was 6 and in first grade and mom found it abhorrent that I was going to have to use a filthy public restroom along the highway. I just knew that strange feeling was that I would have to poo and it would be getting worse until I was on the toilet doing my "dump", which was a word that my grandpa used about the best feeling of the day. It was unfortunate that he wasn't there to stick up for me. All I knew was that the pain in my gut was getting worse. Mom told me I should hold on for another half hour or so until I got to a "better bathroom." I didn't exactly know what that meant, only that my discomfort was coming on faster.
Finally she pulled off at this big brick building with a giant flag. I had my hand over my crotch. I remember at times like that she would try to put the fear-factor into me. "Normal" people don't need to use such bathrooms because they plan ahead and that I needed to learn to "regulate" myself. A whole lot of words out of anger that didn't mean anything to me. My thinking was could I just sit and take a dump--just like at school. It wouldn't take long. She talked about teaching me a "lesson," when I just wanted to sit and dump like I had learned to do at school.
So as mom pulled me through the entrance of the ladies room she shouted out something about bringing her son in and a few other angry words that I probably hadn't listened to her to sit and take care of my needs at home. I could see legs under many of the privacy doors and a couple of other ladies were at the sinks washing or drying their hands. I had a sharp pain between my legs. I broke from mom's hand and started toward the open door of one toilet. Relief finally. As I pulled down my clothing and prepared to sit, mom grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back. "Nobody", she said, sits bare-butt on a public seat. I think I started to cry as she pushed me aside. She grabbed toilet paper from the roll and slowly wiped off the seat. My gut was ready to explode when she took off three additional seats and slowly laid them over the front and sides of the seat. One of them wouldn't stay on; this made her even more angry. Finally, just like a traffic cop, she directed my position and sitting on the seat. Within seconds, a couple of formed pieces dropped and then came a bunch of gas, followed by some diarrhea. Then I was moving around too much and getting myself off the paper covers. That was a continuation of the conflict.
What helped me gain additional perspective on my mom's attitudes was caused by me observing my friends at school and other places. Two of my high school babysitters, Amber and Carrie, were more lenient in letting me know I was old enough to go in and do my thing alone. Finally, when was in 3rd grade, I think I was 8 1/2 and mom started in on me during intermission at a circus that dad attended with us. He stood up for me and angrily threatened mom about turning us into CPS if mom didn't lighten up on her attitude. He walked me to the door of the bathroom and would sit on a bench outside while I went in and did my thing. I know a couple of times I probably didn't wipe myself as good as I should have but dad was cool about that.
My girlfriend Keci agrees with me that it was probably misdemeanor child abuse for mom to have taken me into the ladies room all those times when I was like 7 or 8. Both me and Keci have a much more healthy attitude about any children we will raise in the future.
Like you, Andrea, I am more curious about bathroom matters than many others my age. I've learned to love and enjoy the sight and smell of public toilets.
Tuesday, March 15, 2022
Smithie
Explosion IBS
I have IBS, when I was young sometimes I would get desperate for a poo really fast but didn't know why until I was diagnosed with IBS years later.
One time at school they had plumbing problems so the boys main toilets were closed off and we had to use the girls. It's bad enough having a running poo with boys around let alone girls! So I held it as long as I could but eventually in the afternoon lesson I had to ask to go to the toilet and got told to use the girls toilet.
I went in and had so many cubicles and most with doors unlike the boys which were usually doorless.
There was one girl by the sink, I kept my head down and quickly went into the first unoccupied cubicle 3 doors down out of about 15.
Quickly locked and checked for toilet paper (didn't want to make that mistake again lol) I tried to wait for her to leave but I was desperate and could hear other girls peeing anyway so I had to poo.
The farts that boomed from bum were so loud! Explosive poop rattled into the toilet makin so much noise! It was so embarrassing but it would get worse...
I'm there for 5 plus mins when a group of girls come in, they were chatting and must have been getting changed for gym. I tried to be quite to hide from embarrassment but that was my downfall and a started pushing my door and to my shock the lock didn't hold!
There I am pants down my ankles, squiring, hands on stomach in pain, with atleast 10 girls outside my cubicle. The one who opened the door shouts in shock "omg you're a boy" and all the other girls look!
I'm mortified and all I can do is go red faced and fart, I was frozen but they laughed at me farting.
They say it "stinks" "eeew" "gross" "disgusting" and other words, after what seems like an age the girl shuts the door.
I have to continue pooping for another 5 mins with them making remarks and giggling.
I wait for them to leave, eventually wipe flush Leave and go to straight to the nurse to say I've been sick so I could get sent home early.
I skived school for the rest of the week but when I went back Monday those girls had told others and would laugh at me in the corridor.Thunder
Congrats Violetta
Well done at doing a very important poo! Everyone does it ! A few years ago I was in hospital and could sit on a normal toilet with the door ajar and the youngish nurse only a few feet away. Did not bother me…. She said " your not constituted!" That gets me to the point I have been raising about a bidet with an enemy function…. It directs a narrow but forceful stream up your bum….. has anybody used this and what was it like . My OT will be coming out in a couple of days to discuss this. Additionally I need a bidet because sometimes I have trouble wiping my bottom. Other times in the morning I want a poo but have not got the energy to push it out and it is too hard…. That is where to enema function comes in . Presently when in that situation I call in at my public toilet and have more success there. I drink an energy drink first which seems to stimulate things. I sit on the metal toilet and meditate for a while and then things get going … I am sure not afraid to grunt it out….. and then success!
Anna from Austria
@Violetta from Germany Yes it was diarrhea, unfortunately. Thanks for sharing your hospital story.
@Mina and friends
Thanks a lot for your reply. . Bath is bath and loo is loo is a cool statement. I have to agree wholeheartedly
greetings from Austria
Anna
Victoria and Robyn
Brown Bulls-eye and Skidmarks survey!
Hey it's Victoria!
And Robyn!
Ever since Victoria pooped the literal first time she let me see her on the toilet I've watched her do things in the bathroom that I thought were impossible. Yesterday morning she added another one when one of her smaller productions defied gravity and landed vertically. Not only did it land upright, it stayed that way until it was flushed! I'd never seen anything like it before. Victoria called it a brown bull's eye on the porcelain dartboard and we decided to keep that name and have it join the rest of our slang.
This is Victoria again. After I let Robyn do the honors and flush for me as I was washing my hands we noticed something less fun about my latest creation: a big skidmark that got left behind in the bowl. These happen more often since we both changed our posture on the seat so that we're towards the very front of it and in deeper squats on Herbert, our pooping stool. Like a lot of couples who live together we normally alternate who cleans the ensuite week-by-week but this time my responsibility was undeniable. I took the toilet brush and cleaned up what was left of my mess that Robyn's flush didn't get and that turned into a whole conversation about skidmarks. We came up with this survey:
How often do your poops leave behind skidmarks?
When you get them do you A) try to flush again? B) use a brush if one's available? or C) Just leave it there?
Do you handle skidmarks in public toilets different from ones in private toilets?
In your own bathroom(s) are your toilet brush and plunger visible so guests don't have to go looking?
Have you ever used toilet paper to cover the bowl to try and prevent them?
Love,
Victoria
Robyn
PS: To Minnapé, Kazumi, Maholin and Chae
VR Loo Junior is a perfect name for it! The old one took up more space even though it had a round and not an elongated bowl and it used a lot more water than this one, even for the big flush! Victoria is still the only person who's clogged it and that has only happened a few times in the nine months we've had it. With the old one she could clog it 2-3 times every week! We think about you every time we use VR Junior and feel closest to all of you sitting on it.
We love you all so much!Midwesterner
Replies
I meant to post these replies earlier. Unfortunately, I may have overstepped the rules of the forum a bit, so I edited my post to hopefully conform to the rules better.
@Robyn and Victoria
Victoria, I am so sorry to hear about your struggles with depression and IBS lately. I will definitely be sending you good thoughts and prayers. Both of you have very expressive and well written posts that I enjoy reading. I look forward to your future posts!
@Kristi
Thank you so much for the warm reply! It makes my heart happy that even via a forum like this, I can have a meaningful impact on helping you through your struggles. Your posts have always been so genuine and I have come to appreciate that in this crazy world that we live in. I laughed when you described how your friend was texting you, wondering if you were pooping, and you replied with "obviously". I think most people would never want to answer that honestly. Also, as far as your relationship with your husband, I have a similar relationship with my wife, so I completely understand what you're getting at. We both enjoy seeing each other using the bathroom, and it's just sort of something that developed. I was going to write a post about how our relationship developed to that point, but I think I will be scrapping that idea for now due to recent feedback. To answer your question in that post, I haven't really thought about it before, but I believe that in certain circumstances, hearing somebody else pooping will give people (including myself) the urge to poop. As far as public restrooms, I think it may actually be more associated with the "ice being broken" than anything. Much like you described in the restaurant, I've been sitting on the toilet in a stall next to another guy in a dead quiet bathroom when one of us will make a plop. It seems like when I hear my neighbor going, I start going too, and vice versa. With my wife, it goes a little further, but we will just leave it at that.
P.S. Kristi, I don't want to give up too much of my anonymity, but let's just say I'm from the state north of you.
Audrey
Marie: with regard to going more in naughty places, I tend to hold in anticipation of getting to use one, so then I do poo and piss more. Then it's over too soon, so I keep trying to go even if not so much comes out.
With regards to changing rooms, I have used one before, you can look for it in the old posts. I haven't used a store one recently, although I did once get to ruin a carpet in one once(don't worry, the building was about to close and got torn down). I always piss in pool changing rooms, because it can just go down the drain. A friend of mine once had massive diarrhea in one, and I had to clean her up because she filled her bikini first. I have laid down paper towels and taken a a shit on the floor. The piss I aimed into a bottle, and the poo I threw away after carrying it out in the towels.
Any progress with making a super detailed story? I'm super excited to hear this one! ;D
Sherryl, do you by any chance have answers to these?
Also Marie, have you ever pood in a washing machine like Sherryl?
Kenna
Re- Lavah
Hey all! Hope everyone is doing well. Lavah- thats awesome you and Nathan were comfortable enough on the first date to help each other! As far as tips and tricks for helping Josh go, its usually just vaseline and suppositories, helping him squat or hold his legs up while he is on his back trying to go. I do spread his cheeks alot also to try and help. Sometimes he will stand over the toilet or stand up outdoors while he is trying to go to help take pressure off his butthole, but he doesnt have very good results usually while standing up, and seems like he has trouble going in that position. He usually doesnt go alot, mostly its 1 to 2 "logs" anywhere from 8" to a foot and a half, or "pebbles" and then a log. Sometimes he does go alot though, and for those he clogs the toilet every time, so what we do instead if he feels like it will be a big dump is having him squat or lay on his back over old newspapers or towels and go. We also use a bucket with a toilet lid on it(great for camping trips too!) And we stretch a plastic bag over the bucket and Josh will poop into that. Much much easier to get rid of and no dealing with a gross dirty plunger and messy toilet bowl.
Vincene
About Shy Pooping
I think a lot of the attitudes we have developed are about how we were raised, plus the experiences we've had since then. My boyfriend Diver and I live together and I take a poop there about once a week. Problem is that I'm first out of bed and to dress for work. I don't want to wake him up and the walls between the bathroom and bedroom in our apartment are razor thin. So I hold my poop and pee a half hour until I'm on the radial highway and use the bathroom at a c-store I stop at on my drive to the office. The coffee-to-go there is great and my second pee is when I get to the office.
The c-store bathroom I use most frequently is kind of different from most. There's a door you open by a step up from the aisle and another half step up after you close it. There are three toilets facing you. There's a partial door connected to the concrete divider separating the toilets. Strange, I know, but this door just covers your mid-section as you sit on the toilet, but there's a sliding latch not every user remembers to use. A taller person on the toilet, like myself, might only be covered to a couple of inches below my shoulder. Sometimes there's some interesting conversation among users. Like the high school freshman who came running in, almost dropping her phone in the toilet as she was manhandling it trying to read a message while dropping her tight jeans. But she punched 'em out pretty fast, swearing between sighs as she sat trying to get the time on her phone. Finally, she asked me and I gave it to her. Then she started in slurring her bus driver who she called r####### and was to blame for her being late to school. Her undies, though were high-end silk, something that Diver couldn't have afforded to give me until a couple of years ago. She stood, did one wipe, and left without flushing or washing her hands. I doubt that she got down the street to her school in time.
I was raised by a mother who probably had 99.9% of her craps at home. If we were out, she would hold her crap until we got home. I don't even remember her peeing many times in public bathrooms. When she did she always put one of those covers on the toilet seat. If the bathroom didn't have them she would tear off strips of toilet paper to use. I bought into that until I was 16 and then I guess I rebelled against that strictness. Problem is that even now, when I'm out with mom, once or twice a year I will forget when we're at a place like the arena and not cover the seat first. Then I'll get that same old lecture with the scare stories I was first told about 25 years ago.
Sunday, March 13, 2022