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Hey, I've been a lurker here for a while but I've never posted. I'm a female, 13 years old and I have a group of 3 other friends who chose me to speak for us and our toilet stories! Our parents have been best friends since university and they raised us to be very open about our toilet habits. We will decide on a name by about next week but for now we will just be Undecided. Now, here are your options for our next post,
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Hangover Mess
During my third year in college, Lee and I lived with two other guys up campus in a townhouse. This was great for a lot of reasons, but we had 2 single-use bathrooms which meant Lee and I were pooping together much less frequently than we did the year before. We still talked about our dumps but having a private bathroom to go home to meant our public pooping dropped off dramatically. There was one incident at the end of the year, though, that made me thankful to have our bathrooms.
The school year had technically ended so there was almost no one on campus. Lee was still an RA and I was staying to help with graduation, so we were alone in our house. Luckily a bunch of our friends were still around, so one night someone decided to have a party so they could use up the rest of their food and alcohol. Lee and I went to Wendy's beforehand to make sure we had something in our system before going over to drink. That night we filled up on junk food and cheap alcohol, not caring at all about what the morning would be like. This would be especially problematic for Lee who needed to get up fairly early to start cleaning out the other houses with other RAs.
I don't remember how we got home, but I woke up in my bed a little after noon to some pretty intense stomach rumbling. The fast food, junk food, and alcohol-fueled mess that was cooking inside me was getting angry and would be ready to evacuate my body, but for now I was too hungover to move. I couldn't imagine how Lee was surviving work, so I grabbed my phone to text him and saw that he was already in the middle of sending me a message.
I wrote: "Oh my god, I feel like death. My insides are going nuts. Are you okay? I don't know how I'm going to get out of bed."
His message came through right after: "Holy shit… We are now done….. Also at our house takin a massive dump with a mix of alcohol and coffee HOLY SHIT it SMELLS SO BAD that I have to poop with the door open because I need to vent this out! Holy crap!" He sent another message when he saw mine, "Please don't come out of the room hahaha I'm in the upstairs bathroom.."
I would need to pass by the upstairs bathroom to get to the one downstairs. "I'm going to need to get onto a toilet soon too so if you're going to be a while longer I won't have a choice lol. Is it really that bad?"
"UGH just promise not to look! I've pooped 3 times in the past hour and probably close to ten all day. It's like the urge has been there, but very little has come out before now. It's not diarrhea though, just really soft. Hopefully it's the same for you!"
I was suddenly overcome by a major stomach cramp that audibly gurgled as a mass of shit dropped closer to the exit. I started to move to get out of bed, but it was slow going and I got nervous that I wasn't going to make it if I couldn't move faster. I pulled on sweatpants and texted Lee as I went to the door: "Sorry, bud, but I need a toilet ASAP!"
As I opened the door I heard a really sloppy fart come from the bathroom but kept my eyes facing forward, denying the urge to turn and see my friend destroying the toilet. "Shit, you were right about the smell!" I laughed.
"Good luck, you're going to need it," Lee groaned.
I shuffled my way down the stairs and into the bathroom. I stopped after shutting the door as I became overwhelmed by more cramps and was fearful of unloading everything into my pants if I made a wrong move. I felt my phone buzz, but was too close to a major disaster to grab it before the cramps stopped. After a minute or two things finally eased up and I scooted back to the toilet, dropped my pants, and sat down. As I settled in, I took out my phone to see a message from Lee: "How's it going down there?"
"I literally just sat down.. I had some major cramps and was afraid to move for a few minutes lol"
"Oof let me know how it goes"
Another major cramp came on all of a sudden but this time I was able to let it run its course. A huge fart blew into the bowl and I could feel the mass behind it moving closer to my hole. I prepared for the worst, but was surprised when a long, greasy turd started inching its way out. I sighed as it slid into the water then released another loud fart. I responded to Lee and said, "So far it's just been a lot of gas and a fairly normal poop.. Fingers crossed this is it!"
"Haha that's about how mine started but maybe you'll get lucky"
I felt another pocket of gas move lower which set off more cramping as everything inside me readjusted to make room for it. Once it subsided I waited for another minute or two while playing on my phone. I felt some more poop ready to come out so I gave a slight push and was surprised as another soft, greasy turd slid out and plopped into the water. I went to text Lee that I wasn't getting hit nearly as hard as he had when I felt the pocket of gas from earlier drop into my rectum, bringing with it a lot of discomfort. I was so uncomfortable that it was difficult to relax, so the gas started coming out in a prolonged, silent release.
I felt like there was still a load waiting behind the gas, so I got ready to push it out when I heard Lee coming down the stairs. Right as I started to bear down he said, "I wouldn't go upstairs for awhile if I were you. How's it going in there?" I audibly grunted in response, loudly blasting the gas into the toilet. I was unable to control myself after letting the air out, though, and a batch of incredibly sloppy shit loudly and painfully shot into the bowl. I groaned in pain and relief while the smell immediately took over the bathroom. Lee laughed on the other side of the door, "I told you."
"At least I can handle my smell enough not to poop with the door open."
Lee laughed again and walked away.
I sat there listening to my stomach gurgle as my hungover body continued working through the mess I'd given it the night before. I didn't feel any pressing urge to poop, but knew that as soon as I got up I'd be hit with another wave, so I settled in. Every few minutes a low fart would pass out without incident.
I felt crampy, but there wasn't any major movement towards my hole. I figured I'd give it another five minutes before throwing in the towel. When the time had passed, I figured I was done so I cleaned up. As soon as I stood to pull my pants back up, though, I was overcome by another wave of cramps. I groaned as a wet fart involuntarily shot out as I quickly sat back on the toilet. Another wave of loose, sloppy shit was forced out by a pocket of gas that loudly followed it out. I groaned again and heard Lee coming back towards the bathroom.
"Good luck in there," he said as he walked by. "It sounds pretty rough. Want me to open the door to vent some of that out for you?" He laughed and went back up the stairs.
I groaned as another round of cramps forced more gas out, but was glad that no more poop accompanied it. I sat there for another 10 minutes to let my body work out the rest of the gas. I felt much more empty and decided to try cleaning up again. This time when I stood up I was able to pull up my pants without needing to retake my position on the bowl. I turned to look at the mess I'd made and it was quickly evident why the smell was so bad. All of the loose, gassy shit I'd expelled near the end was floating on top of the water, completely covering whatever was underneath.
I immediately flushed away the mess and was glad to see all that remained were skidmarks in the bowl. I washed up and left, taking a deep breath of clean air as soon as I opened the door.
I went upstairs to tell Lee about the destruction I'd caused so we could compare notes, but was surprised by the sound of a wet fart being blasted into the toilet. I laughed as I walked by the upstairs bathroom and mocked, "Good luck in there, it sounds pretty rough."
Lee groaned and yelled, "Shut up!" while I laughed again and walked away.Thomas
Overactive Bladder and Exams
To Tyler C: I also have some difficulties holding it during exam situations (due to an overactive bladder). In the near future I may sit for an exam that is at least two hours in length (if the Covid numbers in my area are not too bad, and if I can take the exam while wearing one of my N95 masks).
The exam will be proctored, there are no bathroom breaks during the exam, and the seats will not be absorbent (also, it is likely that the seat number of every test taker will be logged in a computer database somewhere and so leaving a puddle is both too embarrassing and an absolute non-option both ethically and legally). Now that I am in my mid-to-late 40s my control is even weaker than it was ten to twenty years ago (give or take). Back then I could hold it for up to three hours with great effort.
Now (at least without becoming very dehydrated) my limit is about 75 to 90 minutes. Therefore I will likely need to wear some type of high-capacity adult absorbent undergarment to keep the chair and my clothes clean (I have read good things about Tykables, and some similar products on other websites and (from what I have read) drug store and grocery store products like Depend and Tena are not high-capacity enough to work for me). I have read, though, that even with the most absorbent high-capacity products that press-out leaks are still possible if you "go" sitting down. Therefore it is probably best in situations like this to wear something and keep my fluid intake within certain reasonable limits.Emma two
Accident in the car park
I was helping Sarah load the shopping in the car yesterday morning and I noticed a car parking badly taking up two spaces. A young woman in her late teens jumped out of the car wearing a pair of light blue leggings and there was a brown lump in the back of them about the size of a golf ball. She left the drivers door open as she stood there and completely messed herself. She wet herself as she was doing it and when she finished her leggings were sagging under the weight of her poo. She then got back into the car, reversed out and drove off.Deb
Fire alarms and accidents
Hello, my name is Deb. I haven't had much to post since December. My bowels have been under control lately which has been really nice. I have had diarrhea a few times and periods have still been very heavy which I have leaked through my pants as few times as well. Luckily my period leaks haven't been all that bad, but I still keep an extra change of clothes and pads in my emergency bag in my car. My accident free streak came to an end recently, but before I get into that I wanted to reply to a story I saw here from not to long ago…
Hi Courtney. You asked about which type of underwear was best for having a pooping accident in. You mentioned that you had diarrhea in a pair of One Step underwear. I wasn't sure what those are so I looked them up online. They look to be snug fitting boxer style briefs. I would think that those would actually be the best to help contain any major accident. I haven't tried that style, mostly because I don't think that they would work with the types of maxi pads that I use. I don't think that the wings would stay in this style properly. I typically wear full-cut, bikini or hipster panties which all work really well for my pads. The full-cuts contain most messes the best, but it all depends on how bad your accident is. If it's really runny, then it won't matter what you are wearing as it will soak through your clothes anyway. The mushier ones can still leak through, but the mess would be better contained in brief style underwear.
Onto my story…
The fire alarms at the office building where I work have gone off a few times over each of the past few weeks.
Friday, March 11th was my most recent diarrhea accident. It was a nice day out, chilly but sunny.
My friend Tracey and I went out for a walk during our lunch break. As we were walking through the park, I started feeling a bit gassy and let out a few farts. I started farting a bit more uncontrollably and said to Tracey that we should start heading back to the office. She said, "Okay that sounds good. Are you okay?" I said, "Oh yeah, I'm just a bit gassy and want to be safe."
We got the the end of the park and had to wait for the light to run green before we could cross the road. That's when things started going wrong for me. I let out a fart and it felt wet. I gasped quietly, "Ohh!" Tracey asked, "Are you good?" I said, "Ohh, we need to hurry back." She said, "Okay, let's go." We we're still two blocks from our office building. We got through the first block and had to wait for the next set of lights. I cramped up and let out another wet fart which I could feel between my bum cheeks and soaking into my pink and white polka-dot bikini panties. In a bit of a panic I moaned again an said, "Ohh noooo! I need a toilet right now." Tracey said, "Oh honey, okay. Let's go to the pub."
We first went to the back door of the pub, only to find it locked with a sign directing all customers to the front door due to the pandemic. I couldn't help but moan as I was doing my best to keep my bum clenched as tight as I could. As we were walking around the corner to the front of the pub, more came out, but this time it was quite a bit mushier. I quietly said to Tracey, "I need to change my underwear." She said, "Awe Deb, I'm sorry. Are you wearing a pad?" I told her that I wasn't wearing one. We got to the front of the pub and saw a lineup of people waiting to get in. The same was with the coffee shop next door. I just couldn't hold it any more. I pooped in my bikini panties with a soft load of mushy diarrhea. I could feel it sag down my panties and I was getting worried that it would start leaking through my dark tan dress pants, which were snug fitting around my hips and bum as it was.
We turned to go back to our building and I knew that I wasn't done going. While we were walking across the street I started pooping again. When we finally got to our building we could hear the faint sound of the fire alarm going off. My heart sank as people started coming out of the building. We went to the waiting area by a tree designated for our floor and Tracey put her arm around me as I did my best to keep from crying. I told her, " I need to change my underwear and pants now and I still have to go." The problem with these fire alarms is that it sometimes takes us anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes to get back into the building. So I was faced with the very reality that I was going to have to stand outside with my back to the tree with a massive load of mushy diarrhea swishing around my underwear and pants. Then it happened…. My bowels cramped up and I let out the rest of the diarrhea into my underwear. It went up my back and spread all over my bum. The mess even went to the front of my underwear as well. It was terrible. It was easily one of the worst accidents I have had in a long time.
I said to Tracey, "Oh god, this is bad. Really bad. I think I need to go home now." All she could say was, "Awe Deb, I'm so sorry." A few moments later she said, "We might be here a while yet. Do you want to go over to the mall with me to get cleaned up?" I said, "I need my bag from my car with my extra clothes." She said, "Well, I could get you some new pants and underwear from Ardene and bring them to you while you are getting cleaned up in the ladies room." I just didn't want to face the task of walking too far with this massive load swishing around in my underwear and pants, nor did I want to be faced with the task of having to sit in this mess on my drive home. I asked Tracey to check my bum to see if the mess had leaked through and how bad it was. I turned slightly, she looked and I could tell from her reaction that it was bad. She whispered, "Oh Deb, it's bad. I'm sorry." I tied my coat around my waist and we went to the downtown mall.
I got to the ladies room, which luckily was empty. I took of my coat and looked at my bum in the mirror. It was really bad indeed. The wetness from my accident had totally leaked through my pants, all over my bum and up my back. I dampened a bunch of paper towels and started the unbearable task of cleaning up. I had to take pretty much everything off except for my bra. After about 15 minutes, Tracey came back with a pair of jeans and a package of three hipster panties for me. I placed my messy clothes into the bag and put the extra panties into my purse. Tracey had to give me some more dampened paper towels to clean up with, but I was able to get fairly clean. I have been in this situation before, unfortunately, so I knew the most efficient way of getting cleaned up quickly.
I left the stall and washed my hands. When I saw Tracey I started crying and gave her a big hug to thank her. I told her that I would pay her back and she told me not to worry about it. I had to give her a change of my pants and underwear one time when she had diarrhea and pooped her pants really badly. She gave me a $50 gift card for La Vie En Rose, so I decided to do the same for her.
I was able to get the stains out of my dress pants but my pink and white polka dot bikini panties have permanent diarrhea stains in them.
I got my period on Sunday morning and it wasn't all that heavy really. I was able to wear a regular Always ultra thin pad, the ones in the yellow packaging. I was able to wear the same pads right through to Tuesday morning. It was in the morning and I was tidying up the kitchen and restocking the coffee pods. I could feel my period getting heavier. I had a gush that made me gasp so I went to get my purse and headed to the ladies room to change my pad.
I pulled down my jeans and light blue full-cut panties and saw that my pad was soaked. It has started leaking on the right side just beyond the wings and I had stained the edge of my underwear. Luckily I had gotten to the toilet just in time. I changed into an overnight ultra thin pad by Always, the ones in the orange packaging. I really wish I had of put on an extra heavy overnight maxi pad, the ones in the purple packaging because it may have prevented major leak I was about to have.
About a half an hour after I changed my pad, the fire alarm went off again. Apparently the people at Tim Hortons had burned some coffee beans, causing the fire alarm to go off.
I grabbed my purse and followed everyone down the stairs. As we were going down the stairs, I felt a big gush soak into my pad. It kept happening as we went down the stairs. We got downstairs and I went to go into the ladies room, but it was locked, as per protocol for fire alarms. We had to get out of the building. My coworker Jenn asked, "Hey, are you okay?" I said, "Yeah, but my period just got really heavy and I think I'm going to have an accident." She said, "Awe honey, I'm sorry."
We got outside and back to our meeting area. I felt wet and my pad felt really heavy. I discreetly reached behind to feel my bum and my jeans felt wet. Tracey saw me and came over to see how I was doing. I said, "My period is really bad and I think I'm leaking." As she did on Friday, she checked out my bum for me. She said, "Oh Deb. I'm sorry. It's pretty bad. Do you have clothes you can change into?" I told her that I did. By the time we were allowed back into the building, the back of my jeans had a huge period stain in the shape of my pad right in the middle of my bum. It was cold out, so I had untucked my shirt to try and cover it up, but it wasn't quite long enough and taking off my coat would have just made me really cold. So Tacey walked behind me to try and help hide my accident from everyone. I went down to my car and grabbed my bag. I went to the ladies room and saw the state of my pants. My pad had leaked all through my bum leaving a huge stain on them. It was similar to the accident I had when my husband and I had our first date back in 2016. That's what it reminded me of. I went into a stall and saw how bad my pad was. It was completely soaked from to back. Even the wings were completely soaked. I changed everything and put on an extra heavy overnight maxi pad by Always into my hipster panties that Tracey got me the week before. The bulge from the pad was a noticeable through my pants, but I figured that it was better than having another period accident.
After lunch while I was taking the mail around, I cramped up and had a sudden rush of diarrhea. I couldn't keep it in and let some out onto my maxi pad. It wasn't bad enough to leak out of the sides of my pad, but I definitely needed to change it. My pad was really wet from my period anyway, but this time I had also pooped on it as well. Luckily I didn't have any more diarrhea, just that one slip up. I'm glad I was wearing a pad for that one.
Fortunately things have settled down for me. Hopefully I won't have any more flare ups any time soon.
Well, that's all for now. Thanks for reading.
Deb
Monday, March 21, 2022
Tricky
Streaks of Love
There have been a number of times I needed to poop while dating a young lady for the first time. I mentioned before that if I'm away from home for more than a few hours, I usually need to relieve my bowels in a public restroom or a commode other than the one at home, given how much I eat and the unavoidable consequences thereof.
The events of this story occurred back in 1999, after the Thanksgiving weekend. I was a high school Freshman and had just started dating a girl who was in my same grade. Being the weekend after Thanksgiving, I had also been using the toilet more frequently than normal. Our first date was at her parents' house, after school, on Monday. Because my school had doorless stalls, I was always holding it in to avoid being watched by an audience, resulting in me rushing home to get to a commode ASAP every day after school, as had been the norm since middle school(also having doorless stalls, and in some bathrooms, no stalls at all and the commodes out in the open). This day was no exception, but the circumstances were even more urgent. I soldiered on and continued to hold it.
Due to the unique novelty of the circumstances, and being a shy pooper at the time, my body mercifully decided to reduce the need to go after the bell rang. The urge to defecate vanished altogether soon after her parents picked me up at school while riding in her parents' car, and I was able to avoid having to fart. I could feel the pressure building.
About 2 hours later, me and the girlfriend were watching a movie, with her older sister chaperoning us and the parents out of the house. We had also eaten dinner during the movie, and the intake of food was priming my lower GI tract for expulsion. I resolved to hold out until I could get home, as the need was not urgent. It was towards the end of the movie that my bowels decided it was time to purge, and within seconds, I had a bathroom emergency to contend with. I got off the couch and told my girlfriend "I need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." Her and her sister decided to pause the movie for me, as I walked over to the bathroom, the door to which was in the same living room we were watching the movie in.
The worst feature about this bathroom was that it did not provide much in the way of sound deadening. I already heard both my girlfriend and her sister peeing. I looked for the switch to a fan, and could not find one. I resigned myself to the fact that I was about to do something very necessary, but also very embarrassing.
I dropped my pants, sat down on the toilet, and got to the task at hand.
All of the gas came thundering out first. It had been building up since school started that day.
*PRRRRRR-t WOMP rort-weeeeeif*
The cacaphony of sounds lasted about 5 seconds, and there was nothing I could do to reduce them. The release was involuntary as soon as my butt hit the toilet. I'm certain the two heard it. Fortunately, no one said anything.
Then the main event. A large log started sliding on out, crackling loudly.
*plurtshupplat-t-t-sluptphhhhffft*
It kept extruding out, more quickly than I expected. I felt a warm filth smearing my butt cheeks as it forced its way out.
*bloop*
My waste dropped into the toilet. It was all over in about one minute, which was fairly fast considering the circumstances.
I wiped and it took a few passes to get clean, but it was not nearly as messy as a dump that size would normally have been. I looked in the bowl and had left a one-foot log about two inches in diameter. On the first flush, it spun around like an airplane propeller, smearing the sides of the toilet bowl. On the second flush, it went down, leaving a second trail of raunchy smears in the basin of the toilet bowl. The toilet bowl was thoroughly smeared with poop. I was about to panic. I could see nothing in there to clean the toilet with, and was too shy to ask for one and admit to what I just did in the process. After all, they may not have been actively listening. Maybe they didn't notice my farting. I spent little enough time in the bathroom that I wasn't obviously pooping on that factor alone, as only 2 minutes had passed. The two flushes had to have been a dead giveaway though. I decided to pretend that there was nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't as if I clogged the toilet after all, something I had already done many times in my life by that point.
I gave it a third and final flush, closed the top lid on the toilet to hide the evidence, and washed my hands. I went back to the couch as if I didn't just take a massive shit in their toilet 15 feet away from where they were sitting, and no one said anything about it. The movie continued. My secret was still a secret.
I went home that night, did my homework, and all was well.
Some weeks later, I was still dating her. I met her after school and she was with a female friend. The conversation shifted to the topic of urinals in the boys' room, and how/why boys could just pee in view of each other. I explained that I found using them awkward, but did so anyway. She mentioned that they must have been invented by perverts, and I agreed that was a possibility. It's not as if I had an alternative and I brought up the fact that the stalls in the boys' rooms had no doors either, so not only was there nowhere to get privacy to pee, pooping was also a public affair for the boys at school. She asked "So what do you do if you need to poop? Just drop your pants and sit in front of everybody? I'd be soooo embarrassed to do either!" That is when I admitted that I refused to poop at school. I held it in and waited until I could go at home, almost every day. Her and the female friend she was with started laughing uncontrollably. I asked why that was so funny. "Oh, it's nothing you want to know." I made the mistake of insisting that I did want to know.
She explained just minutes ago they were discussing the day that her parents made her older sister clean the toilet after our first date. Her sister was accusing her of leaving the mess. An argument started and her sister insisted I left the mess, and that my GF should clean it. My admission that I held my poop all day at school outed me as the culprit. She admitted her and her sister both heard me farting and rolling the toilet paper in there when they paused the movie. They knew I pooped in there. I was caught, and it was extremely embarrassing. Her friend said "Your secret is safe with me. I won't say a word." Laughing, my GF told me next time that happens to use the toilet brush, and that it was in the cabinet. We continued to date for a few months after that, and I continued to use her home toilet whenever I was there if the need arose.Anna from Austria
Hi everyone. A recent event inspired me to ask another question for my fellow ladies.
What was the most unsual place ever you had to pee?
I used to be rather conservative my whole life in that matter until monday. The places I have ever peed were some toilets and sometimes behind some bushes in the nature.
But last monday I was forced to take a pee on the lawn behind a public toilet building.
I was walking in my local park monday even shortly before the sunset. During my walk I felt the urge to pee.
I headed to toilet building in the park and wanted to went to the ladies room. But to my dispair it was locked!!!. I was bursting for wee at this point so waiting was not a option. So I had to squat down behind the toilet building to take a long pee. Luckily it was about to getting dark so noboday was out there that could see me. But my heart was still racing because I was literally cought in the open with no privacy screen at all. I would have been cought many times if some people were walking around. Luckily it did not happen.
I also felt glad that I just had to pee. If it had been number 2 it would have been way more ambarrasing.
that's it for today
greetings from Austria
AnnaJohn H
Reply to Hannah
Hi all. Just a quick reply for Hannah today. My poop has yet to fully return to normal following my last post, though it's improving thankfully.
@Hannah. Glad to hear you generally have no trouble when it comes to poo. Thanks for explaining your family history regarding using public toilets. Cool your friend understood this situation when she met you just after you done that solid poo in your panties while shopping.
As your mother gave you permission to go in your pants when in public due to germ concerns, can I ask if she ever peed or pood in her pants when in public too? If so did this happen often or did she always just use the toilet at home? Also when you did go in your pants as a child, did you always clean yourself up when you got home or did your mother help?
Thanks so much for taking the time to respond.
That's all for now. Take care all.
John H.
Mark
The Boys Toilets
Tricky's post about the boy in school watching him on the toilet reminded me about my time in school and the awkwardness involved. I would hold it as much as possible when I was in school simply because the boys always made a big deal about it and it was hard to get privacy. The boys toilets were a pretty intimidating place. There were four cubicles at the back of the room and two trough urinals in the middle of the room, then the sinks near the entrance. I remember once walking in at a pretty young age to see a group of boys all crowded near the back giggling with each other and peeking under the cubicle, presumably laughing at someone on the loo; needless to say, i turned around and walked back out, stomach cramping up a bit. I ended up holding that one in until home, because the toilets were never empty often at break times and if I went during class they would know what I was doing and I was way too embarrassed about that.
it wasn't always super bad though, and there were occasional safe experiences. I was still young enough to not be completely shameful so I would occasionally use the loos if it was quiet enough. I remember one occasion when I was sitting there doing my business in the otherwise empty toilets when I heard footsteps rushing into the bathroom and almost immediately my cubicle door got pulled open on me and I saw this older boy had opened it. He quickly covered his eyes and said sorry and I heard him go into the cubicle next to me, and then sit down. I heard crackling immediately and then two loud plops and he gasped when they hit the water. He said something about "needing that" like he was trying to be friendly but I was still a bit embarrassed about what just happened so I just kind of stayed quietly sat on the toilet until he wiped, flushed and left.
I was lucky that I never got properly caught having a poo in school by worse people, because the teasing would have been really bad. I tended to just hold it unless the toilets were quiet enough. But I saw a few occasions where boys got peeked on or had the door pulled open on them and stuff. Luckily this was before phones with cameras so there would be no evidence, but still. There was a big deal made one day because someone left this HUGE turd in one of the toilets and if was blocked; I remember going to have a look and it was almost poking out touching the back of the seat, just one long shit. Whoever did it, it must have been desperate to do one that size at school.
On day when I was sitting on a chair I had my hands down my pants and farted then pooped on my hand
Tyler C
How I Got Started
To Simmee: Yeah, my parents always taught me when I was little to put down a seat protector or at least some toilet paper in public restrooms. I've always been very particular about that. It's the pandemic, though, which pushed it to the point I'm at now where I would literally rather have pants between my butt and the seat than nothing at all.
To Chad: If I lived where you live, I'd go to that thrift store a lot more often.
To Hannah: I've peed my pants so many times in my life with varying degrees of intentionality, but I never really started covertly doing it on a regular basis until college. It would have been cool to do in High School like you did, but I honestly didn't really have the confidence back then. Besides, I had PE in my Junior year, and all the boys in the locker room would probably be pretty curious about why my undies were always dripping wet with dark patches on the front.
Anyways, I taking a final exam for a statistics class at the end of my first semester. It was right after another long exam, and I had been studying for a bit before that one. I didn't want to be late for my final exam obviously, so I skipped going to the bathroom between exams. Bad idea, as I had been drinking a lot of coffee that day to stay alert after losing sleep studying. I was halfway through the exam when I knew I just wouldn't be able to bear it anymore. I was at a loss for what to do. I was panicking, so I tried to calm myself down, and I once I did, my mind cleared, it felt like a lot a pressure was lifted from me, and I was able to finish my test in peace. Now that my test was finished, you may think that now was a perfect opportunity to finally go to the bathroom. However, there was no need at this point as I had already gone to the bathroom, just not how I expected to.
I looked down to discover that my shorts were completely soaked. Thank God I decided to wear dark colored shorts that day! because I had so much prior experience with pants wetting, I knew those shorts wouldn't show the wetness too well. My eyes darted around the room to assess if anyone had noticed, but everyone seemed so focused on their tests that even an 18-year-old guy going potty in his pants wasn't going to distract them. I looked to see how much noticeable damage there was. Luckily, not too much got on the floor. The chair I was made of some sort of thick woven fabric that didn't show the wetness that much. I was able to soak up what little pee was on the floor with my backpack by casually moving it from the side of my chair to under the front of my chair. I finished the exam in about half the allotted time, so I sat there pretending to still look over my test while I waited for my pants to dry enough to the point that they weren't absolutely dripping wet and until the students within the nearby vicinity of me had finished and left. Once they did, I briskly walked up to the front of the classroom, put my test on the professor's desk and got out of there before I had time to even make eye contact with her.
My next semester is one which I have written about before. Basically, my schedule was so tight that using the bathroom was actually super inconvenient. Of course, that little final exam incident, I knew that sometimes you don't actually need a toilet to actually go to the toilet. Sometimes, the right combination of absorbent seat and dark pants are the perfect substitute for a toilet. About a third of the classes I've taken had those exact seats in them. I've worked out certain methods, such as letting little spurts out at a time if possible. If I'm wearing shorts, pulling the bottom of my shorts up behind the edge of the seat to minimize pee dripping over the edge onto the floor, and covertly changing the position of my penis in order to evenly distribute the pee across my pants.
There's been a sort of trial and error to this. One time I got some on the floor, and the guy next to me pointed it out since it was close to his backpack. I'm not sure if he worked out what it was yet, but he seemed kind of confused and seemed to be giving me a weird look. I acted like my water bottle was leaking and that I had to run out of class to take care of it, and I did run out of class of course. My pants were very recently wet, and even though they were dark, they were probably still glistening because the wetness didn't have time to settle yet. I don't know if anyone figured out what I had done, but I figured they may have which made me actually transfer classes to not show my face in there again. Luckily, it was within the period of time you could withdraw from a class with a full refund. It's because of this incident that I usually just wet myself in the grassy areas of campus between building, but I do work the confidence to do it in classes sometimes.
Another instance of me getting caught that pops into my mind was the first day of my third semester. Usually, if I'm planning wet myself standing up, I'll wear long dark pants, so they absorb all the pee and I don't make streaks on my legs, but I really had to go between classes one day while wearing shorts, so I decided to let about half out in my pants before I got to class. So, I stood against a building on the grass, and had a nice relaxing pee in my pants. It felt nice with spring sun shining down on me while a soothing warmth was spreading through my nether regions. I guess I got too caught up in this because I forgot to stop halfway through, and let the pee gently trickle down my legs and dampen my socks. This girl with dark hair and glasses came up to me, and asked if I needed some help. I realized I was caught red handed. I defensively said "No!" She just told me where the bathrooms are and said, "Don't worry, I had trouble finding my way around in my first week too." I was just mortified and quickly thanked her and ran off. I actually skipped my next class that day to clean myself up.
So Hannah, since you've had so many questions for me, I suppose I should ask you something? You've mentioned that sometimes you don't change your pants and just go in them again since they're already wet, so I'm wondering, what's your record for the most pees in the same pair of pants? I have my own story for this that happened on a field trip in my freshmen year of high school, but this post is getting to be very long, so I'll save it for the near future. I look forward to your response, and I'm glad to have found someone who can relate to my experiences.
LC
Survey Responses and Replies
@ Robin and Victoria
Q: How often do your poops leave behind skidmarks?
A: I would say almost all of the time and it tends to be quite a bit.
Q: 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?
A: B then A if I am able. A and then C if no brush.
Q: Do you handle skidmarks in public toilets different from ones in private toilets?
A: The same as above if possible, but many times there is no brush, so usually a finally courtesy flush to try to clean things up for the next user.
Q: In your own bathroom(s) are your toilet brush and plunger visible so guests don't have to go looking?
A: We have the brushes and plunger visible, but they have their own decorative elements, so it doesn't as industrial or unkept.
Q: Have you ever used toilet paper to cover the bowl to try and prevent them?
A: That never even crossed my mind, does that even work? I usually try to flush the bowl before I go to clear away any remaining paper / contents, but I've been in situations where I just had to go. The paper didn't help with skidmarks and leads to a clog for me, unless it's diarrhea.
@ Midwesterner - Survey answers:
1.My gender and age is: Male, 38
2.My significant other's gender and age is: Female, 39
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, but I wouldn't consider actively watching. We both use the bathroom at the same time for many things.
6.I will fart in front of my SO while not on the toilet: Yes, unless I know the smell is really bad and then I try to not, though, she says she doesn't care.
7.My SO will fart in front of me while not on the toilet: Yes, no inhibitions.
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: No
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, or with the door open or in the bathroom at the same time.
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.): No
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: No
21.Toilet needs are a matter of attraction to my SO: Sometimes
22.Toilet needs are a matter of attraction for my SO to me: No
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: No
@ Sarah - Great first couple posts.
I admire your self-confidence in both, but especially the second one, in that your friends took turns plunging your huge dump. I don't think I've ever had that happen or would let it happen. I would be too embarrassed. As far as your special talent and your profession, do you find this is something you share with others in your industry or somewhat unique to you? I ask because I am exercise, health, and wellness enthusiast. I do things like triathlons, running, but also do a lot of weight training as well. I know that people who eat to their caloric needs in these endeavors tend to go a lot regardless of sex, but also know that loose stools diarrhea is common because the body is constantly under so much motion. Many people therefore struggle with that condition during race season.
I will take your survey. I rate myself a 9 as well. I am not certain how many details you want. Most of the time at home, I literally stand guard with a plunger when I flush to help things make their way down by breaking up the big pieces or plunging as soon as things appear to clog. I am a musketeer with a plunger for a rapier. Lol. Usually, it's several flushes to clear everything along with the duties of cleaning away the streaks. I am fortunate that mine are reasonably soft despite their length, girth, and total output, so it's not too difficult to break it up and help it down.
I also relate to a few of your other comments. I have had friends and friends of friends tell me I can't use their bathroom (half joking) because they don't want me to blow it up or the plumbing can't handle it. I don't know how that thing comes up in conversation for other people, but people seem to have some knowledge of it. I am sometimes embarrassed to have that reputation. Similar to you, I tend to have a better record with public industrial toilets, but I still clogged plenty of those over the years, and it still happens with decent frequency. My other issue is that my smell is quite strong, probably an 8 or 9 on the same sort of scale. Needless to say, I try to take great care where I go and who I go around, especially if it's work colleagues or other acquaintances.
LCImogen
To James - ghost poo
I have had what I call a 'ghost poo' a few times, where I think it's a fart but it turns out to be runny liquid which you only relise a bit later. Usually it happens if I've got an upset stomach. I remember once in year 6 running for the loo at school and there being an unexpected bit of runny poo in my knickers, but I stuffed some paper in and was alright for the rest of the day. When I was a uni student a couple of years ago it happened again, but I was really sick then with a stomach bug so I was wearing underwear I wasn't too bothered about ruining.
Imogen.
Hannah
John H: To answer your question, my history of avoiding public restrooms started long before college. Growing up, my mom was a bid of a germaphobe. She never let me use a public restroom, so when we were out in public and I had to go she gave me permission to go in my pants, but only if it was an emergency and I knew that I wouldn't be able to wait until we got home. This went back as early as I can remember and continued until I was 11 or 12.
One day, when I was 11 or 12, we were in the car on our way home from Walmart, where I had completely soaked my shorts, when my mom asked me if I was at all embarrassed about having accidents in my pants so often at my age. I didn't know. I guess it hadn't really phased me at that point because I was so used to it. That conversation didn't get me to stop going in my pants completely, but it started me thinking about it.
The next time I went in my pants on purpose in this way was my last and it occurred only a few days later. I was grocery shopping with my mom and had just taken a huge solid poop in my flowery yellow tights when I heard somebody say my name. I turned around to see my friend Jenny, who asked me if I pooped my pants. I was caught red-handed (and brown-assed). I couldn't deny it. There was no hiding the huge bulge tenting out of the back of my tights, so I just admitted the truth. She wasn't being mean, she was just shocked to see me walking around with a load in my pants like it was no big deal. I told her everything about me and my mom being germaphobes and having permission to use my pants. She understood and we're still friends to this day.
I was a bit more comfortable using the toilet at school. I usually tried not to use it, but after several accidents, my teachers finally convinced me that the toilet was clean enough for me to use when I was in second grade. After the incident at the grocery store, my issue with bathrooms became less about worrying about germs and more about being embarrassed about using the toilet in the presence of other people. Over time I became better at holding it and never had any more accidents until the one when I was a junior in high school that I told about a couple posts ago, although I also used to pee in my shorts at soccer and track practice when it was raining and I was already wet anyway. All my teammates did it and nobody was shy or embarrassed about it.
That about brings my accident history up to date. Surprisingly, I usually have an easier time holding poop than pee and if I don't go late at night before I go to bed, I don't have a hard time finding a single occupant bathroom when I need to go. However, I have had a few poop accidents in college other than the one I wrote about a few weeks ago, but those are stories for another day. John H, I hope I answered your questions!
Tyler C: I haven't heard from you in a few weeks. Did you see my post asking you a few questions?
David P
Replies, update & No toilet paper
Hiya first a reply and then onto a story. I'm feeling less motivated to post on here recently hence my lack of stories, with less and less UK posters writing regular stories I find I am less interested which is a shame as this community doesn't feel like it used to be. Will try to post a bit more but might leave for a bit.
Jennifer: thank you for your comment and support, you have been a big help for me to gain courage to try and poo in public I still don't like it but have managed to go because of the support you have given and others on here. Maybe you are right that when I sleep in and my routine changes at the weekend then I miss my poo time and then struggle to go or not at all.
I have been a bit constipated recently, nowhere near as bad as before but not as good as I was doing. I think I might have IBS as I seem to change from having loose poo to hard poo every couple of weeks or so. I went to the doctor the other week and he examined my rectum with his finger and said it was all normal, I have been getting bad pains when I poo and after for a few days sometimes after a hard poo but nothing bad which is good. My routine has changed and It has effected my bowels, I have been working late the past week and because of that been getting up late in the day and missing my time to go, not getting the urge to go despite little pebbles. I'm having a long four day weekend and was constipated not being able to go at all but today we were sorting out the house when I suddenly got an urge for a massive poo, I hadn't had a proper bowel movement in a few days so I knew I couldn't put it off so took myself off to the toilet. My urge was so strong that I didn't notice there wasn't any toilet paper on the holder, I sat there and felt the big hard log come sliding out, it felt very solid and a bit painful as I pushed it slithered slowly out making a loud plop sound as it hit, I then pushed out three more smaller poos that made loud splashes as well. I then realized there wasn't any toilet paper on the roll. With my trousers around my ankles I proceeded to look for toilet paper but to no luck, there wasn't any at all we had totally ran out.. I didn't know what to do, luckily I found a tissue on the floor that was clean, so I used that as I didn't have much choice it felt a bit disgusting to use it from the floor but having poo around my bum would have probably been worse, it did a terrible job of cleaning up my bumhole but enough not to get marks I think ( I do tend to get some skid marks from time to time). I need to remember not to completely run out of toilet paper again!
Hope you enjoyed this story
David P
Just Jerika
Picking a toilet stall gets tougher
I'm writing this from the perspective of a college student, with a boy friend who cares for me rather than puts me down, and with much more confidence now than 10 years ago when beginning at about age 11 or 12 when my attitude also wasn't very good.
Grade school was less of a problem because the school was not as huge as my junior high and high school. My teachers were more sensitive to my challenge of being able to regularly sit successfully for a piss or crap at school. Sometimes on the piss side I would take my seat on the toilet but my body would just lock up. But I learned the hard way that if I sat for more than 5 minutes, a couple of really nasty boys back in class were going to harass me. It was humiliating. I couldn't print here what they said. Sorry, but at 10 or 11 I didn't have much confidence in my body. This was especially the case in junior high if the restroom was vacant and I came in, took the middle stall, and then another group of girls were likely going to come in and take the toilets surrounding me.
My first year in middle school I had to adjust to more than half the toilets being without stall doors. Additional doors were taken off due to abuse and illegal activities. I looked the word "loitering" up because it was used several times in homeroom announcements. In one bathroom, both of the end stall doors were left on and I often looked forward to using one of them. Then this one girl in 7th grade science who didn't like me because I got good grades and I'm sure I looked scared when I had to sit for a crap, started calling me loser and hog for taking one of the stalls with a door. This one girl, tallest in the class who would later play volleyball and basketball, thought she was better than the rest of us. She would walk up to a toilet. Turn her back to it and drop her designer jeans before going into a squat without sitting down on the seat. She did it fast and efficiently. I was in awe when I would walk by.
I told my mom about that when she was asking about my use of laxatives. Mom said few people that age would have the confidence and agility to effectively carry out the squat. Things have gotten better now that I'm in college. There's obviously more maturity and sensitivity. Though I have a friend and study partner that will walk to the administrative building on the other side of campus to use the bathroom. It is the only one on campus with toilet seat covers.
JW
Question for TIana
Just wondering if you find it hard to poop a hard poop if your feet are not on something? I remember when I was first potty trained, my Mom wanted me to transition to the toilet right away. I hated the toilet when trying to poop, at that age it seemed I had to push a lot harder than later in life. I always wanted to do my pooping on my potty chair because I used to dig my feet into the carpet and use my legs to push against the floor if I was really struggling.-- JW
Saturday, March 19, 2022
Chad
To Marie (Fitting Room)
Yes I have actually used a fitting room to pee in. It was at a thrift store without restrooms. When I was there I needed to pee, and so I asked the woman at the counter where the restroom was. She was young, probably in her late teens or early twenties, and she was pleasant enough, but she sort of acted like she didn't really care a lot about a lot of things. She looked up at me and said there weren't any restrooms there, but that the pizza place next door had them. I just said, "Ok, thanks." Then she said, a little more quietly, "Do you have to poop or just pee?" I was of course very surprised that she would ask me such a personal question, but then I figured maybe they just had a urinal or something, so I answered her that I only needed to pee. Then she smiled slightly and said, "Ok, if you want, you can go ahead and use the fitting room." Of course I was shocked. I said, "You mean pee in the fitting room?" and she said, "Yeah, a lot of people do it. It's no big deal." I have to admit, it did sound like an interesting idea. I decided to take advantage of the opportunity. And so, I went over to the fitting rooms. There were about three or four of them in a row. I noticed that they weren't designated for men or women, but they were totally separated from each other. I went into the one on the far right. I noticed right away that people had previously used it to relieve themselves in, as there were some yellow stains in the carpeted floor and also in the bench which was also carpeted. I decided that it was a suitable place to go ahead and do my business. Being a guy, I decided that I would just stand and use the bench like a urinal. And so I did. I stood in front of the bench and began to pee on it. It made a nice pee spot in the carpet as I peed. Then, wanting to add to the urinal motif, I began to slowly make myself pee against the back wall above the bench. It was perfect because it hit against the wall and ran down into the carpet of the bench. Of course it also splashed a little, as any urinal would, which was wonderful because it added to the effect. I continued to pee there until I was finished. I actually went quite a lot. When I was done, I left, and on the way out, the girl smiled and said, "Have fun?" I laughed a little and then I said, "Yeah, I did actually. Thank you." She smiled and said, "No problem. Take care."Thunder
Hemorrhoids My History
I call them piles as it is easier to spell and say.
I remember as a child I use to get some sort of small swelling on my butt hole but did not last for long. When I was about 19 and started to get constipated I got a swollen lump at the edge of my hole which made walking uncomfortable. I found if I pushed it in then problem solved!
Fast forward a couple of decades I had a series of colonics that actually made me constipated between colonics and I thought I had developed piles and I asked the nurse to look and she said they were plies but not that bad. Anyway, they started to get worse and I got some cream to put on and they began to get a bit itchy...we were going away for a weeks holiday to a beach resort a couple of hours drive away so I saw the doctor at the local medical center and I told him my problem and he said he would give me something stronger...he did not even ask to look...anyway I mad him look and he gave me a stronger cream....it was actually the same product only stronger. Things got a lot worse...my bum weeped and it was itchy and painful....went away and the next day I was so bad I called my normal doctor and headed home and saw him. He said my piles were the least of my problems but I had reacted to the cream ...an allergic reaction and I would have to stay home and not resume my holiday because things could turn worse and I might need to go to the hospital right away and hospital facilities where we were holidaying were very ordinary...so I stayed home and had regular salt baths and recovered. Another reason for getting a bidet if I can be funded by the government is that it might help my piles....they are really not that bad. I keep them under control by regular use of osmotic laxatives to keep my shit soft. Methinks a bidet may also help....has anyone had any experience with this?
Tlana
Marie's fitting room request
Marie:
I was 9 when this happened. Mom and I were at a huge regional mall because school was ready to start and I needed some new outfits. I get bored when mom sees a friend because she gets involved in a lengthy conversation, especially if its a college friend who she hasn't seen for 20 or so years.
If I leave without telling her she gets worried worried about me, and I didn't want to interrupt her conversation. Think about it: she was spending $$$ on me. Bored, I slipped around a couple of aisles and high racks and found myself looking at a hall of fitting rooms. I ducked into the first one on the right and was just curious what was in there. There was a red steel bench with holes in it. Bored, I got to thinking about what it would be like to do something naughty in the fitting room. In the corner there was a black rubber trash bucket. I took off my top and laid it over the door so I wouldn't be interrupted. So I lined the bucket up under the middle of the bench. I pulled down my underwear and I placed my butt over the seat right above the bucket. I didn't have to pee that bad, but I knew I could let go of something. It wasn't long before there was one trickle, another drop or two and finally my stream opened up for about 20 seconds. Actually, it was pretty strong at one point. It was so strange. Something came over me like I was winning a dare. I stood, pulled my clothing back up and my pee sloshing in the bucket gave me a sensation of sorts. I gingerly handled the bucket, placing it back in the corner where I had found it.
Mom was still talking to her friend when I got back outside. That probably lasted another 10 minutes, although I continued to be bored. Going through my mind was what it would have been to crap into the basket. I recognized there were cutouts in the bench and that it would be an adventure for me to try to line my hole up to one for me to do a crap. That would be for another time, although I continued to think about it. When mom got done she took me down the mall to the main restrooms. We shared adjacent toilets. She did a full-fledged pee while I quietly sat and dropped two or three balls of crap.Audrey
Marie: I hope you feel better soon! Sorry if I've been pushy asking for a story, I just want to make clear how much I appreciate your stuff. Do you empty your training potty every time you use it, or do you fill it to the brim? Similarly, do you mess your diapers just once or multiple times?
Mina Hisae Maho Kazumi
Dear Sarah
Your questions are interesting!
We all four are maybe 8 or 9 on your scale, but sometimes we hit 10. Maho and Mina have been like this since a school age. But until about 10 years ago, Kazu was more like 2 or 3 because of pressure from her mother. After that she became to defecate in her office so she reached to between 8 and 10 every time. And until short time ago Hisae was about 5 because she went to loo for motion 2 or 3 times in a day. But now she goes once, like other three. So she is 8 or 9.
Even we reach 10, we usually don't clog loo because we do courtesy flush. Maho sometimes breaks her turd with used disposable chopsticks if it is very big. (Actually now, her crush does for her.)
Sorry everyone, but Mina is going to be very busy for some time. Maybe after 3 April, we can post again.
We never forget you so please allow us! We will be back in April!
Love to everyone
Kazumi Maho Hisae Mina