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Midwesterner

Replies and Public Pooping Fail
I hope everybody is doing well lately! I have a couple of replies as well as a story from today.

@Tricky
I agree with you about doorless stalls and especially missing stalls as being abusive. If a student really wanted to cause an issue or do something in a stall they're not supposed to, a normal stall has enough of a lack of privacy for others to figure it out. Furthermore, the behavior from some of those students harassing others is even more abusive. In my opinion, those types of students should be expelled. Throwing urine soaked paper towels at a kid is absolutely insane. That's flat out torture. I guess I should consider myself lucky since all of the schools I attended from preschool to college had full stalls with doors. In elementary and middle school I remember a couple of times where kids would peek over the top or look under the bottom at someone (and I have had a couple kids peek in the little gaps beside the stall doors at me in elementary school) but that's about as bad as it ever got. Once I got into high school, people started behaving themselves much better.

@Streaks
I really enjoyed your story about your wife pooping in front of you for the first time! You can find great stories on this forum involving couples pooping in front of each other (including my wife and I). You did a nice job of conveying your feelings. I could visualize what it was like to be you in that moment. I completely relate when you said that your wife pooping in front of you was one of the biggest little moments in your marriage. I won't get into too much detail, but once again, I wholeheartedly agree that pooping in a relationship is the ultimate in trust. I would call it the ultimate action in trust. I look forward to more posts from you!

@Kristi
Thank you for taking my survey! I was looking at your answer about pooping around your significant other with the bathroom door shut, and thought you brought up a good point. For my wife and I, I would say it's similar to you guys in the sense that it's rare that we close the door around each other, but when we do, we have a mutual agreement to respect each other's privacy. My little disclaimer is that we typically don't leave the door open or poop in front of each other with other people at our house or while we are at someone else's house. By the way, I laughed about your joke with girls not pooping (lol, we obviously know that's not true). Also, you brought up an interesting point in your post about relief from peeing and pooping at the same time. I agree that the relief is great, however as a male, it can be awkward and unenjoyable to position my male bits into the toilet and poop at the same time. I guess that's one thing where I'm jealous of girls who can just sit and let it all go! On a side note, I'm not sure how to approach my wife regarding this forum. Part of me says she would get a laugh out of it, but another part of me says she would not like how much I revealed of our personal interactions, even if I did use aliases. I'd be curious to get your thoughts.

@Husband, LC
Thank you guys for taking my survey!

@Sarah
In regards to your survey, I would rate myself around 5 or 6. In my childhood, I would have probably been more like a 7, maybe stretching into an 8, but I find my dumps have become smaller yet more sloppy over time. I haven't clogged a toilet in a couple years honestly.

Now for today's story involving my public pooping "fail". Earlier, I had to run a few errands, one of which involved going to this large supermarket while I was in town (we live a little ways out in the country). As I started putting items in my cart, I started to feel the need to take a dump. I knew that this store usually had fairly clean and well kept restrooms, so I made my way to the back of the store to the men's room. Keep in mind that the store was fairly busy, so I expected that I would not be pooping alone. I saw somebody else's cart outside of the entrance to the men's room, so I knew at least one other guy was in there. When I entered, it was obvious that both stalls were occupied. My urge wasn't very strong at this point, so I decided that I'd try again later. I did remember that there was a unisex restroom towards the pharmacy area of the store, but I remembered seeing a line for it.

As I kept shopping, my need was becoming more urgent, so I circled back to the men's room 10-15 minutes later. The cart was no longer there, so I thought at least one of the stalls must have been free. When I entered, the same guy was in the first stall, so I took the handicapped stall. I quickly realized that the previous owner made a disgusting mess, clogging the toilet with a huge log and not leaving a clean seat (why would somebody do that)?!?! I suppose if it would have been enough of an emergency, I could have gone on top of the other production, but I decided that I could wait. By the time I finished shopping, my urge to poop was definitely becoming more prevalent. I had to make a calculated risk. Should I try to go back to the men's room in hopes that the one working toilet was free, should I try waiting for the unisex bathroom, or should I try to make it to my relative's house where I was headed next and poop there? I opted to head to my relative's house, knowing I would be there in 15 minutes. By the time I got to her house, my urge to poop was extremely strong. I walked in and after setting my stuff down and briefly saying hello, I went into one of her more secluded bathrooms, sat down on the toilet, and had a sloppy, wet dump. I was so relieved! I am calling that shopping trip and public poop "fail" because I failed to get to a toilet where I could have comfortably and sanitarily pooped.

My experience brings up an opinion that I've formed of certain places that tend to get busy like large stores and popular restaurants. I really think that at least for men (and I would bet for women too), there are just not enough toilets. I find it ridiculous that in a store as large as the one I was at, with potentially several hundred or more people there at once, there are only 2 (maybe 3 if you count the unisex toilet) toilets that a man could poop in. I think that they should at least provide 5 or 6 toilets, if not more. I think this is more important than urinals. Urinals have high turnover rates so to speak. Somebody peeing at a urinal is only taking 30 seconds to a minute. It seems like pooping is taking these guys 10-20 minutes. I know that the goal is to shove customers in and out as quickly as possible, but at the same time, I'm much more likely to want to shop at your store if it's almost guaranteed that I could use a restroom when I need to. Last summer, I went to another store that was owned by the same company as the one in my story, but in a less populated area. They had 4 stalls and 2 urinals in an immaculate bathroom. The store was very busy, yet while I pooped next to 2 other people, there was still an open stall the whole time, plus a whole separate bathroom in another area of the store. This is just me thinking out loud, and I'd welcome other opinions and input!

Kristi

Martial insecurities, and our new bidet!
Kristi here. Hope everyone is good.

This is in response to Midwesterner, Husband, Streaks, and all the other guys who enjoy watching their female counterparts use the bathroom.

My hubby Steve has always liked to watch me go. He likes to watch me pee and he really enjoys watching me poop. (I think you can all read between the lines when I say he "enjoys" it. I'm trying to keep this PG here.)

And it's something that I went from not knowing if I would be comfortable with, to being completely comfortable with.

The first time I pooped with him in the room was when we were engaged. But that was not me, you know... pooping for him. He was in the bathroom. I had to go. And we were going to be married in a few months so I just went for it.

It wasn't until about a month into our marriage when he asked if he could watch. As in, sit on the bathtub ledge, which faces the toilet, and just completely watch everything.

I wasn't 100 percent sure that I could. Because he would see EVERYTHING (although I'm sure when we were engaged, he took his share of peeks!)

Fortunately when he asked, I was needing to go pretty bad (which I think he knew because I was already farting around him freely). So I said yes.

That first time with him observing was interesting. There were times when I had a hard time making eye contact. And there were times when he looked ashamed.

Anyways, we did it.

And for about an hour, he was really, really depressed. Because he thought that I thought he was a "pervert".

I reassured that I thought no such thing and that I was happy to make him happy. And to further reassure him, I told him I'd be happy to let him watch me again.

Well, four years into marriage, and he's watched HUNDREDS of times. And I'm completely relaxed about it, and so is he. But he was so ashamed the first time.

There's nothing wrong with wanting privacy (sometimes even I will close the door). But if your man likes to watch, make sure he knows that you don't think he's gross.

Aaaaaaaand my big news: Our bidet is installed!

So, folks who have a bidet: Help a girl out. I took a crap this evening and tried to use the bidet afterwards.

Total failure. The water didn't come close to my butt hole and I ended up wiping.

Love, Kristi

Veronica

Food poisoning
On Friday night Carl and I decided to eat at a restaurant we've never been to before. I loved the food and so did he. Afterwards we went grocery shopping, he complained that his stomach was hurting. We both thought he just ate too much or too fast. It remained the same in the car and the first 20 minutes we were home. We were in bed watching tv when he sprints to the bathroom and had the worst diarrhea I've ever heard. I stand outside the door asking him if he's ok, he told me I could come in so I did. The smell greet me when I walked in, poor guy was clutching his stomach moaning. "Oh crap! Can you pass me the garbage can please?" He begged. I knew what was coming so I shoved the garbage in from of his face and spewed vomit aggressively. He was shitting his brains out and puking at the same time. I rubbed his back as he emptied from both ends. When he was done I wiped him and took him back to bed. He told me that he thinks that he got food poisoning. I didn't get it because I had a different meal than him I think.

When we went back to bed I rested my head on his shoulder and rubbed his gurgling stomach. He was sweating a lot too, so he took all his clothes off except for his boxers. He sneezed but accidentally had an accident in his boxers. Carl was so embarrassed he never shit his pants in front of me before. We went back to the bathroom where he had another diarrhea episode as well as throwing up. I changed the bed sheets because he got a little poo on there, and got him a fresh pair of underwear. The rest of the night I took care of him until he got better. I give him a little Gatorade to make sure he was hydrated. And put a cold cloth on his head. He was really ashamed but I told him it could happen to anyone and I would never judge him.

Ronette

Comment to Tricky
For Tricky--

I'm in college now but I dated a guy in high school who had been victimized somewhat like you in the upper grade school and middle school restrooms. He would sit for the shortest time necessary, take his shit, and then run away from the attention he was receiving from the harassers without washing his hands or even attempting to wipe. Brandon's mom and older sister learned about the harassment from seeing his underwear in the hamper. His mom wanted to go up to school and report it to the principal, but his sister stopped her, saying the harassment would only get worse. When Brandon and I started dating in 10th grade he got more confidence in himself, although it took some work and extra empathy on my part. I took him into the ladies room at the park and demonstrated how he could navigate a situation better, even with no doors. Most of my stops at the transit centers involve toilets with no doors and sometimes a large number of women waiting for the two users to get off the toilets as fast as possible. There should be 4 or 5 toilets at least in some of those bathrooms, although frequent use of such facilities has given me much more confidence. Better yet, I'm almost 3 years without a bladder infection, which was something I was frequently treated for in middle school and high school. What I learned is that it is harmful to avoid going to the bathroom when you need to.

Taylor

Lunch time relief
I had a day off work today and because of the nice weather here in the UK I decided to treat myself for the first time this year... McDonald's!! I ordered my food inside and then sat on a bench outside to eat it. As I was eating I could feel the familiar sensation of needing to poop but it wasn't urgent and could wait, I never rush my food and this was no exception. Once I had finished my milkshake (a good 30 minutes later) I threw away my rubbish and went back inside to use the toilet. I pushed open the door to the ladies and I was greeted by a young brunette cleaning! "Oops, sorry! I didn't see the sign. Um...is it okay if I use the toilet?" She told me that it was fine so I picked the stall furthest away from where she was cleaning, closest to the entrance.

I locked the door and reached underneath my pleated white skirt and pulled down my underwear to my calves before moving my skirt out from underneath me as I sat down on the toilet. I could hear the cleaner mopping the floor and I was getting such a thrill from having her company. I leaned forward with my hands at my knees and there was a quiet puff of air as the head of my poop crowned. I relaxed into it and enjoyed the sensations as it effortlessly made its way out of me, soft enough to pass easily but firm enough to hold its shape on its decent. I involuntarily pinched and it fell into the water below with a loud splash, the cleaner definitely would have heard it! A tiny push was all that was required to get things moving again and I started peeing, a loud splashing reverberating around my stall as my second log inched out. It fell into the water below with a plunk and once I finished peeing I took some toilet paper to wipe with. I used a couple of sheets for my behind and another sheet to dry my front then pulled up my underwear as I stood. Sat in the almost clear water was two perfectly smooth dark brown sausages, the first about 6 inches long and 1 inch thick, the second maybe 3-4 inches long. I flushed and smiled at the cleaner as I left my stall to wash my hands. I felt a wonderful tingle of excitement, it was probably nothing to her but I loved that she had witnessed every single drip, drop and splash. Once I had washed and dried my hands I wished her a good day and left the bathroom.

Saturday, March 26, 2022

Emma two

Constipation relief
I'd been constipated for about a week until this morning and the laxative I took yesterday afternoon didn't seem to be doing anything at all. I spent about twenty minutes straining on the toilet before I gave up and got ready for work. I left the flat feeling bloated and literally full of poo and I prayed I'd be able to go later on even though I'd have to do it at work.
Well I just as I was getting off the bus I felt my stomach cramp up and I knew it was the laxative finally taking effect. I started walking towards the office building where I work when the cramp intensified and I felt like I was going to poo myself so I clenched tightly as I walked. When I got to work I was bursting for a poo and I kept telling myself I can make it, I can make it. I got into work and made it to the toilet and ran inside holding my bottom as I tried desperately not to go in my knickers. I took the nearest cubicle, ripped my jeans and knickers down together and sat down and relaxed. As soon as I did that I felt another cramp in my stomach but it wasn't unpleasant as I was safely on the toilet and oh my god the relief of it felt oh so good. I filled the toilet and I didn't care if I blocked it. I was just enjoying the relief of it so much. It felt so so good, orgasmic even and when I finished I felt two Kilos lighter and I felt so much better. I wiped and flushed the toilet and amazingly it almost cleared. I flushed the toilet again and this time it all went down and I washed my hands and walked into the office feeling energised and 100% ready to start working.

Abbie

Latest story
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't managed to post for ages. I'm having an OK time at the moment with my constipation, I can sometimes manage to go for a poo every other day but more often it tends to be every 2 or 3 days which isn't too bad I guess. I sometimes struggle a bit more than I would like when I'm having a poo but its definitely been alot worse. I know I'm in for a hard time if I haven't been for four days or more as then I tend to strain out little pellets when I try and go for a poo, then eventually I get a big urge and have to try to push a monster log out which is really fat, hard and dry and its a real struggle to get it to come. Even when I'm not too constipated I always seem to have fat solid poos which always take a bit of effort to push out of my bum, I think I must have slow digestion or something as its been like that for as long as I can remember. I remember feeling a bit jealous sometimes at school as I would be on the toilet having a poo and a girl would come into the next door cubicle, pull down her clothes, sit on the loo, somehow have a poo in like 10 seconds and then wipe her bum and be off while all I'd managed to do is push the tip of my poo out of my bum!! Equally though I wasn't the only girl to be constipated as I did sometimes have neighbours who would be struggling to go for a poo as well, they would need to spend a while on the loo panting and grunting before eventually I would hear a plop and a moan of relief as they finally managed to strain out a big poo. I think only being able to go on the loo at certain times means a lot of school kids end up holding in their poo and then having hard poos when they do eventually get chance to go!!
David P- sounds like you went through a good period of having easier poos but now your struggling again a bit, it does sound like it could be IBS. Sorry to hear you didn't have any toilet paper after you'd been for a poo, its easy to forget to check! I look forward to reading your next post.
Sofie- I'm missing your stories, if your still reading I hope you've been managing to go for a poo at school successfully and you haven't been too constipated- hoping you can update us soon.
Anyway, on to my story, last night Katie stayed over with me and Lucy, we went out with some other friends and got back to my house around 11.30. We went straight up to my room, I'd been needing a wee since just after we left the pub and my bladder felt like it was going to explode so I said "I'm gonna have to go on the loo, I'm bursting to have a wee!" I went into my ensuite, pulled my grey leggings and white pants down and sat on the loo, I started to wee a heavy stream that went on for a while and then finally died away. I took off my leggings, top and bra while I was on the loo as I was going to get changed for bed as soon as I'd finished my wee. Lucy and Katie had both been for a wee at the pub before we left so they didn't need to go straight away, at least that meant they weren't hanging around having to wait when they were desperate!! When I was done I took some toilet paper and wiped myself, and then pulled up my pants and washed my hands before going back into my room. While I'd been on the loo Lucy and Katie had almost finished getting undressed as well, Lucy just had her white pants on and Katie had taken off her bra and was unbuttoning her jeans. As I walked over to my drawer to get a clean nightie Katie pulled down her jeans, she was wearing white pants too and as she turned round to find her overnight bag I noticed they had gone up her bum. By now all 3 of us were just in our pants but we've known each other for ages so we don't worry about covering up when we're getting changed, in fact the next morning I knew we'd be seeing each others bums when we put clean pants on! Lucy said, "Right, my turn for a wee now!" and went into the bathroom. Katie had been bending over rummaging through her bag, she took out her nightie and toothbrush and as she straightened up I noticed her wedgie was even worse! She left her nightie on the bed and went into the bathroom and started cleaning her teeth. I found a clean nightie and left it on my bed while I went to clean my teeth as well, when I got in my ensuite Katie had swopped with Lucy on the loo and had just started to have a wee. Lucy was brushing her teeth so I took the toothpaste and started to brush mine as well. Lucy went back into the bedroom first but when Katie and I came back in she was still looking for her nightie on her very untidy side of the bedroom! Katie and I put our nighties on and Lucy eventually found hers and put it on as well and then we all went to bed.
The next morning we woke up late, I had got up in the night to go for a wee so I didn't really need the loo first thing. I went downstairs and made some toast which I brought back up to my room. As I went in the door to my ensuite was open and I saw Katie on the loo, her nightie pulled up and her pants round her knees, it sounded like she was having a massive wee and there was a huge look of relief on her face! When Katie was done she came back into the room and we started to eat the toast. I noticed Lucy was finding it hard to sit still, she kept shifting position on the bed and flashing her pants so I guessed she needed to go on the loo, a few minutes later she said, "I need to go for a poo so I might be awhile, does anyone else need to have a wee first?" I shook my head and said, "No, but I'll probably need to have a poo myself in a bit!" Lucy said "OK, I'll try not to be too long!" Katie and I followed her in to my ensuite so we could keep chatting, Lucy lifted her nightie, dropped her pants and sat down heavily on the loo. She had a quick wee, I guessed she must have gone for a wee while I was downstairs as she didn't need to do much. Lucy then started to push, I could see she was holding her breath and after straining for a while and making some loud grunts she was very red in the face, she said "Sorry about this, I'm constipated, I don't think I've been for a poo in 5 days!" By now I had a heavy feeling in my belly which was turning into something more and I knew that a big poo was on its way, so I hoped Lucy wouldn't be too much longer! Lucy did a few really hard pushes and couldn't help grunting even more, but luckily that seemed to help and shortly after I heard a loud plop as her poo dropped, followed by a few more plops a minute or so later. I could feel my poo literally just about to poke out of my bum so I knelt up and pulled my pants down a bit and said "Could you hurry up Lucy, I'm just about to poo my pants!!" Lucy quickly stood up and flushed, and then stepped to the side to wipe her bottom standing up so I could get on the loo. I quickly lifted my nightie, dropped my pants to my thighs and sat down heavily, my bum slapping down onto the seat. I needed to have a wee as well so I started with that, it splashed down noisily into the bowl and I couldn't help moaning a little with relief as I relaxed my clenched bum and felt the tip of a massive log start to poke out, it felt so good just to let it come, stretching my bumhole more and more. By now Lucy had pulled her pants up and was sitting next to Katie on the floor. I knew this was going to be a fat one and I would have to push quite hard to get it out, so I took a deep breath and started to bear down, I knew I was screwing up my face a bit as I pushed to the amusement of the other two, they couldn't help giggling as I continued to strain. I kept pushing and grunting for the next 5 minutes, feeling the log make its way out a tiny bit each time, and eventually it dropped and splashed down into the water and I was ready to wipe my bottom. After I'd wiped I flushed and pulled my pants up and then washed my hands, and we went back into my room to get dressed. Lucy took off her nightie and pulled her pants down before rummaging in her drawer, her bare bum on show, she said "I know I've got some clean knickers in here somewhere!" Just then Katie pulled her nightie over her head and took off her pants so she was completely naked too, she started to look through her bag and took some clean pants out and put them on, they were pale blue with yellow flowers. She put on her bra as I took off my nightie and pulled my pants down, I went over to my pants drawer to find some clean ones too. Lucy took out a pair of pink and blue flowery pants and quickly put them on before putting her bra on. While Lucy and Katie put their jeans on I put on my clean pants, they were yellow with pink butterflies. I put on my bra and then finished getting dressed too. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!

Hannah
John H: I don't recall ever seeing my mom go in her pants. She was always a lot better at holding it than I was. My mom always helped me clean up after my accidents until I was 9 and then I had to clean myself up. She eventually gave in and started using public toilets when I was 14. I was still nervous about going in public at that point, although that was more because I was embarrassed about going in the presence of strangers which is why I try to only use single occupant bathrooms.

Tyler C: I guess that depends on what you'd count as a full pee. After my first pee in my pants that I do while walking to class in the morning, I usually just let out little spurts whenever I have some in me. I drink a lot of water during the day, so my chamber reloads pretty quickly. After my third class I'll usually have a decently sized pee. Almost a full pee if not a full one. When I get back to my dorm room, I sometimes leave my wet pants on and pee in them again later in the day, but more often I change my pants and throw the wet ones in the laundry basket. My late afternoons usually see me doing homework in the student lounge where there's a single occupant bathroom right down the hall, so I don't need to use my pants. So to answer your question, I'm not sure what my record for most pees is, but on average I'd say I go the equivilent of about 3 pees before changing, sometimes 4. Also, I'd love to hear your field trip story if you're comfortable sharing it.

Since I briefly brought up pooping accidents in my last post, I'll share one of those stories in this one. This is the story of the first pooping accident I had in college. It happened just a couple weeks into my first semester. I was doing homework in the library when I felt that I had to poop. Now when I feel the need to poop, I have about 30 minutes before it becomes urgent and I'm in danger of having an accident. So I quickly finished what I was doing, packed up my stuff and made my way to the bathroom. That's when I found out that the library, being one of the older buildings on campus, didn't have single occupant bathrooms. I thought no worries, I still have plenty of time. I left the library and walked across the street to the book store. But when I went in, I found out that the toilets were out of order. At this point I was getting nervous. I left the book store and walked next door to the next nearest building which was a classroom building with single occupant bathrooms on the second floor. I walked into the building and started to make my way towards the bathroom, but as soon as I entered the stairwell I was hit by a cramp that stopped me in my tracks. Without having to push at all, a huge solid turd forced its way into my panties. This really was a huge turd. I hadn't pooped for three days and it just kept coming out for what felt like a full minute, although I know that was an exaggeration. After awkwardly walking up the stairs I was met with another problem. To get to the bathroom I would have to walk through the lounge full of students. I walked as normally as possible. Even though I was wearing a skirt that hid my accident pretty well, I was still really embarrassed and nervous that somebody would notice. When I got to the bathroom I turned around, lifted my skirt and looked in the mirror. My panties were sagging 4-5 inches from the size and weight of my poop. I took of my skirt, tipped the turd into the toilet and assessed the damage. Thank God the poop was dry and solid. There was a little stain in my panties, but it wasn't bad so I decided to put them back on. I spent about 10 minutes wiping myself to a point where I was comfortable putting my underwear back on and I continued about my day.

That was my story for the day and I have plenty more to come. Keep coming with the questions, I'm really enjoying them!

Ronette

Doubling the sit
As a college student, I'm sometimes on-site 8 or 9 hours a day due to classes, projects and activities. I've always had probably a more liberal attitude. When I first feel the need to go to the bathroom, I use the first opportunity to get on the toilet. I don't really understand why some of my friends might walk to another building for more privacy, or another building that has those seat-tissues you can put on the toilet before you sit down. I take the first toilet stall that I see and that is open and I sit and accomplish my task. Often I'm on the toilet for only a couple of minutes.

That changed earlier this week. I was in the student center when I felt a crap coming on. I had peed there, in a nearby stall, twice earlier that morning, plus once at my subway transfer stop. Coffee goes right through my system. I'm usually tired and stressed about all my responsibilities. So I down more coffee for the immediate impact. So I was about 30 seconds into my crap, with minimal dump at that point, when this girl hurries into the stall next to mine, which I had used earlier. She let her jeans drop to her shoes and I could hear her butt thud to the seat. Her pee was torrential and it started immediately and I think it lasted about a minute. Over it, toward the end, I could hear crap pieces plopping into the water. Within a few seconds she was pulling off toilet paper. She stood and quickly did about six wipes. Then she used her foot to flush and within a minute at the sinks she hurried out.

With a couple of long pieces of crap out of me I stayed seated thinking that I might be able to get a pee in too, because my next class was a 90-minute venture. Gradually I got a small pee stream going that lasted perhaps 30 seconds. This would tide me over so that I wouldn't be squirming in pain during the questioning period at the end of my science lecture. And it was nice bypassing the bathroom on the 4th floor of that building and heading out to my subway stop. I had the usual wait for my train, but at my first transfer stop, I had my usual need for the toilet. These bathrooms really suck, but I know they are abused. Some are one-half stall with a concrete block half-high wall separating the toilets, and no privacy door. There's graffiti, from gang-related to obviously obscene drawings, on both sides of you as you sit on the toilet. Sometimes I have to slide over and position myself a little differently so I can avoid soft drink cups and stuff like that that are floating in the stool. Otherwise, they will splash my pee back on me. Gross I know! I try to ignore those in line waiting for me to finish. I've had a couple of crude comments made from alcoholics waiting for my seat. I just look down between my legs so as to not give them any ammunition.

I'm interested in continuing to "double-up" my sits at school so that perhaps I can completely eliminate or shorten my transit center sits. There's almost always no toilet paper left for wiping and my mom reminds me to be extra careful in cleaning myself when I bathe or shower.

I would sure like to totally bypass the transit center toilets, but I'm not sure if my body will ever fully cooperate. Wish me well.

Kenna

Log Jam
Hey all, Kenna here again with another story about my boyfriend Josh that happened a few months ago. Josh was constipated and hadnt gone in a few days which is pretty much the norm for him. He told me on Thursday of that week (his last poop was sunday) during work that he had to go poop finally. However after trying to go it was too hard and it wouldnt come out after 10 to 15 minutes on the toilet. He asked me to meet him at home on lunch so he could try pooping again with me helping him. We arrived home around lunchtime and headed right to the bathroom. He told me right away it was a very hard poop and he would have trouble going. He didnt want to try on the toilet and instead squatted. I gently spread his butt cheeks as he began to push and work on trying to go. He pushed for as long as he could and the tip of a big log began to show but everytime he stopped pushing, it would slowly retreat back into his butt. We ran out of time on lunch with Josh still not being able to go. He didnt want a suppository and then go back to work, and just told me he would need a suppository after work. He tried again at work 2 more times that afternoon but still could not get his poop moving. It was totally stuck. Once home after work, i gave him a suppository and applied some vaseline. Josh didnt want to clog the toilet once he finally went, so he suggested taking a walk and help the suppository work. I took some toilet paper with us just in case. We walked quite a ways and i asked Josh how he was doing. He told me he was ok but he wanted to try and go again. We were near a wooded area thats really private that josh has pooped in several times before. We left the main trail and found a secluded spot for josh to try pooping in.he bent over with his butt facing me, against a downed tree. I spread his cheeks again and gently told him to push. Once he began to push, i could see his anus slowly dialating with the giant log stuck inside. I could see The suppository sticking out of the end of his turd. "Thats it babe, keep going. Push". I gently coached as he kept pushing and pushing. Srveral minutes passed with josh still not having any luck getting his turd to move. He rested for awile then got back down to business. I began to coach and comfort him again. His poop finally began to come out but very slowly. It was really hard and dry. He kept going though with me encouraging, comforting, and coaching him thru it. Eventually a fat piece about 8" long thudded on the ground. I could still see more poop inside of him. He kept pushing but this next log was just as hard and stubborn, and wouldnt come out. He told me he needed a break and would finish going at home. He wiped his butt and we walked home. Once there he asked for another suppository. I gave him another one and worked some more vaseline around the next stuck log. He waited an hour before trying again. He squatted over the toilet and i again spread his cheeks. He began to push and finally his poop started to move again. It hung beteeen his legs awhile with me coaching him. I felt so bad that he was having such a hard time pooping! It was coming out so so slowly but he was moving it with each push that usually ended in a hard grunt. A few pushes later and it splashed really heavily into the toilet. "Done"? I asked. "No, i still have more" josh replied. Luckily he didnt need a 3rd suppository. Another big log began to come slowly. It took about 10 minutes of hard effort to push out. It splashed just as loudly as the 2nd poop and was just as big. They were about 10 inches long each and painfully thick, dense looking. Josh was finally done and wiped again, just a single wipe with no poop on the paper. He flushed but it didnt go down. I plunged the toilet for him and got it to go down. We cleaned up and he thanked me for my help and patience. We were both glad to have that ordeal over with!! Take care all, and happy pooping!! Xoxo Kenna

Tricky

A High School Pee Story
The year was 2001. I was a 16-year old high school sophomore. I had also long been used to the habit of drinking copious amounts of water from an early age, often a gallon a day or more, and this day was no exception. It is probably one of the reasons I still look like a youth in my middle age today.

Before heading to school that morning, I went through a half gallon of water. Normally I only go through 32 oz, but my PE class had me exercising with the Marine CORPS and I had gotten dehydrated enough times that I decided to drink more than my usual, given that I never had time to get enough water from the water fountains to stay hydrated.

First class of the morning was my Honors History class. The teacher was this early 20-something brunette lady that was extremely attractive, and fresh out of college. She was a treat to stare at while giving her lecture. By the time the class was over, I very badly needed to pee, but my next class was at the opposite end of the campus, and I did not want to be late lest I get a Saturday detention. So I made it to my next class, holding in the contents of my bladder the entire time.

Then as that class was about to let out and I was about to get relief, the fire alarm went off. The drill forced everyone outside, and it lasted for a long enough duration that I got to skip my entire PE class. All that time, my bladder was building pressure, pressure that was immensely painful. Apparently, it wasn't a drill. A firetruck was called. It was mentioned that a smoke detector that was recently installed went off.

It was now lunch time as the students were headed back into the buildings. The very first place I went was the nearest Boys' room to pee. My bladder felt like it had a heavy weight sloshing about inside of it and was at full pressure, each footstep feeling as if someone was poking my bladder from inside with a needle. It felt as vulnerable as an overloaded water balloon. The slightest bump from another student or missed step would have been disastrous. There was a real chance I could harm myself because my bladder had so much pressure in it, that maybe it would even burst.

The nearest building just so happened to be the one for my first class of the day, so I headed there. I hated this Boys' room because the urinals were bowl-style with no partitions, and the very first thing people saw when they opened the door was a full view of anyone standing at a urinal, male organ and pee stream in side profile view with nothing left to the imagination. But I saw that as a better alternative than wetting myself, as it was the nearest bathroom, and I was literally seconds from saturating my pants and underwear with urine. And I could use a stall anyway.

I rushed into the room and saw some boys hanging out in the doorless stalls smoking cigarettes, leaving none of them available for me to pee in. Not having time to choose, I decided to just use a urinal, the nearest one, which was also the first one by the door. I stood at the urinal, unzipped, whipped it out, and let it fly. A clear stream gushed out like a geyser, and loudly splashed the water in the urinal, leaving no color. It was so loud it drowned out the conversation in the room. The smell of cigarette smoke was strong, a smell I despised, but I was glad to finally be getting some much needed relief.

Then, about 15-20 seconds into my relief, in barged my History teacher. She ran in as I was standing there with my organ out, mid-stream. It involuntarily made me "excited", but I could not stop the flow and zip up, because the pressure on my bladder was still painfully strong. I was extremely embarrassed, because I was the very first thing she would have seen as she barged into the Boys' room, and in the past, I'd inadvertently seen other boys' goods just by walking into the room not even trying to look. Which meant she saw everything, as I stood at the very first urinal nearest to the door, hard pee stream shooting out. I tensed up and remained perfectly still, exerting increasing pressure to continue draining my hurting bladder, as the erection that was forming slightly choked off the flow. There was nothing else I could do. She ran passed me towards the stalls and spent the next 30 seconds or so reprimanding the Boys who were smoking, saying that is what caused the fire alarm to go off earlier this morning, and then confiscated their lighter and cigarettes, as I stood there with my stream splashing the water in the urinal and everything in full view. She left, having to pass me again as I was still peeing, this time erect. There was nothing to hide anything from view. It took another 45 seconds or so for me to finish up, flush, put everything back in place, and zip up. I had to have been peeing constantly for nearly two minutes. I felt extremely embarrassed at what transpired, and never expected this to happen.

As I was washing my hands at the sink, in came the assistant principal to question everyone. I was not smoking and was only there to use the bathroom for its intended purpose, so he let me go. My teacher was waiting outside the Boys' room, and she apologized to me as I walked out. I said nothing, still embarrassed at what she had seen.

The next day, she apologized to me before class for what happened. She explained that she smelled cigarette smoke from the hallway, and had to put a stop to it. Smoking inside the school is what caused the fire alarm to go off earlier that day and was a major disruption, and she suspected those same students were the cause of it.

I suppose it could have been worse. At least I wasn't seated in one of the doorless stalls taking an emergency crap. But at the time, this was my most embarrassing pee ever.

Audrey
Undecided: Option 2 please! But I'd really do hope that you get to all of them and more!

Marie: can you share your changing room story now?

Tricky

Re: Anna from Austria
I'm a man, but I can still answer your question regarding the most unusual place I had to pee.

My answer is an Indian burial ground. A friend and I were out wandering around a historic landmark at 5AM, intoxicated. There was no bathroom available and I hadn't urinated in hours, in spite of going through liters of water as well as some alcohol. I did what I had to do, thankfully without anyone spotting me, other than my friend.

Tlana

Responses
JW:

You ask a great question. Being short, with my feet dangling above the floor, I sit on the toilet perhaps more vulnerable to others. 1) If the seat is loose or otherwise broken, I might have to jump down rather fast so I don't fall in. 2) I usually don't have to dig my feet into the ground (that would require me jumping down/off the toilet) for a tough, hard crap because I've learned to hold my crap until it is definitely ready to slide out. I drink a lot of liquids, and use laxatives when necessary, so when I sit and my butt's on the seat my crap's going to come fast and with little pushing because it is soft-to-medium in its composition.

Hannah:

I enjoy your posts. My mom is a similar germaphobe to yours. But I figured out early in school that most of us just sit down and meet our needs. When I started high school and was on campus 10-12 hours a day avoiding my bodily needs would have been foolish. On some days due to activities I would arrive at school at 7 a.m., take my crap shortly after that, and make another 4 or 5 sits during the rest of my day. Unlike some others, as principals took more of the privacy doors off due to misuse of the privacy, I became more proficient in my 30 to 45-second sits.

Anna:

I enjoyed your recent park peeing story. Was the mens room door unlocked? It it was, would you have used it? I have given in and used the mens room in 6 or 7 situations over the years. Most of the toilets are out in the open in the room with a urinal or two against the opposite wall in front of them. A couple of years ago I was on the toilet, mid-pee, and this man about 20 walked in. He stopped in his tracks. Apologized over and over, but I told him to go about his business. So he did, into the urinal about three feet in front of me. We talked briefly about how sad it is that the caretaker can't be relied on to unlock both bathrooms each morning.

Imogene:

My ghost poos tend to happen when I'm out in a bar with my friends. It has cost me a couple of pairs of underwear.

James:

When you started school, what did your mother tell or teach you about having a crap there? When she would pick you up did she ask you about the bathrooms and whether you were using them?

Tyler C:

Do you feel the "fear" of taking a final exam causes your bodily needs to be impacted?

Husband

Response to Elvia
I think it inot seeing them, it is the feeling of going together at the same time which is very different. As I said in my other post, it is totally common for me and my wife to be present in the bathroom while the other is on the toilet ( more often, it is when my wife is on the toilet), but once I was with her in a family bathroom that just had two toilets side-by-side with no divider or anything. We both sat and she started pooping, straining, raising her butt and pushing on her toes, as the toilet was bit high. It was a very exciting feeling but I wasn't even able to start my pee while watching her peeing gushily and straining to poop. I had a difficult time to pee. At the same time she was asking me what is taking me so long, we have to shop.

I must say that I do get shy sometimes in front of her, and this event was long time ago when I was very shy going in front of her. She has never been shy from the start of our relationship.

Undecided, I'd like to hear about item 2.

Thnx in advance,

Tricky

Re: Mark, The Boy's Toilets
The boys at my grade school, middle school, and first high school had a similarly predatory attitude towards anyone who pooped at school. In grade school, I used the doored stall toilets probably hundreds of times, and without fail, if there was any other student who saw me enter or exit the stall, they would at minimum verbally reprimand me, critiscize me, or make fun of me for the fact that I was defecating. On a few occasions, kids mimicked my noises in class, or openly discussed what I did on the toilet to other students. That didn't bother me a whole lot, as embarrassing as it was.

The next level up of the harassment I faced were students deciding to step on my shoes while I was seated in a stall, or peer at me through the gaps. Something along those lines probably happened 1/10 times I needed to poop and someone else came into the Boys' Room. I really hated that, and usually it was multiple boys doing this.

The worst that occurred was a kid kicking open my stall door while I was having explosive diarrhea. That event made me start holding it for hours, instead of just going when I neded to as I was used to doing.

I got into the habit of holding it in hopes of being able to get to the bathroom without anyone to bother me. I'd ask in class to use it every now and then, but I knew I was limited in how often I could do this. I would still end up needing to go, and would eventually relent before I left the school building for the day. I reached the equalization point between being too embarrassed to use the toilet to poop or too uncomfortable to hold it anymore a few hours later in the day, and would often go as soon as school ended, between extracurricular activities, or soon after these activities began. I generally got more privacy after school due to there being less students in the bathroom. Of course, the desired privacy was never guaranteed even then, as I recounted in my story of John climbing the urinal and sneaking a peek at me while I took a crap.

Middle school was hell. There was not a single Boys' room in the entire school with a private sit-down toilet. The two Boys' rooms in the main building had doorless stalls, as did the one near the cafeteria, all three rooms having the sinks and mirrors directly in front of the stalls, and any boys seated upon them in full view, and in the case of one of the rooms, two of the three doorless stalls were in direct line of sight from the hallway and there was no door to the entrance. The Boys' room in the locker room had two urinals next to a fully open commode. The Boys' room outdoors near the stadium had a trough urinal and two open commodes with no partition.

So the very first day of 7th grade, I end up having to go after P.E., just before second period. I made the mistake of thinking people would be more mature given we were in middle school now, and decided to just go ahead and go, in spite of the toilet lacking privacy. I really hated holding it. I go over to the open commode in the locker room, and ask a boy who was changing clothes nearby if he could look away while I used the toilet. He snarked at me "Are you GAY!?" I decided I'd hold it. Grade school was bad enough even with the privacy of a stall. Just an hour before school let out, during the break between my last two periods, I decided I would have to bite the bullet. I had to poop so badly I wasn't able to focus on my classwork. I'd seen every Boys' restroom in that school by this point in effort to find a private place to relieve my bowels, all to no avail. So I went to the nearest boys' room, ready to take my most embarrassing public dump ever in a crowded restroom, and likely end up very late for my last class, begrudgingly. It is here that I came across four 8th graders teasing a kid who was seated in the back stall with his pants down. Even the back stall was in plain view from the entrance and at the mirrors. One of the 8th graders was visibly urinating into a wad of paper towels(I'll spare the graphic details), and then pelted the unfortunate kid with it as he sat on the toilet. The rest taunted him: "Faggot!" "Queer!" "You're gay!" I saw two others start to piss on paper towels as well. I turned around, and got the hell out of there as I heard two more wads get thrown. Holding it wasn't so bad after all, even if the cramps and pressure made me wince in pain and shift in my seat during the final lecture of that day and I could do nothing else other than focus on not filling my pants with crap. I resolved I was never pooping at that school, ever. Aside from some rare bouts of diarrhea, I managed to avoid pooping there, and very fortunately, without any classmates as an audience(on one occasion, a female cleaner did briefly enter and then stand outside and hear me have explosive shits, a story I posted here on Page 2875 titled "My first time using a doorless stall").

My first high school's restrooms didn't offer any more privacy than middle school. My habit of holding it continued. I longed so much for normal stalls so I could poop in private, that during an extracurricular activity at another school, even the awkward half stalls that I was presented with were a welcome sight, and I used them where everyone there could see me from the torso up as I pooped(see "A High School Poop Story", page 2870). But generally, I refused to go until I could get home.

My second high school after I moved was a major improvement. All of the Boys' rooms had stalls with doors. None of the students bullied anyone for needing to poop. I pooped at school there once a day on average, and was never bothered, even if someone saw me enter the stall and start farting/plopping away, or heard all the noises plus wiping and saw me exit the stall after. I even pooped next to other students who did the same thing, without hesitation, and sometimes we met at the sinks. It was still mildly embarrassing for me, but without others acknowledging what I was doing, I became a lot more comfortable doing what I needed to do. Pooping became as banal as using a urinal, and unlike a urinal, I had the coverage of a stall, so it was slightly less embarrassing to poop in relative privacy than to pee in the open. I even clogged a toilet at that school at least once. I was able to readily poop any time I needed, even with my classmates or teachers in earshot knowing that I was the source of the smells and noises polluting their senses. I was never directly bothered about it when going. It was nice. Sometimes there was some errant laughs and snickering, and while there were a few times other kids commented outside of the bathroom on the fact that I pooped at school or questioned me about doing so, they were never rude or condescending about it, and generally thought it was brave. Had my middle school and first high school had students like this, I might never have developed a fear of using doorless stalls or open commodes in the first place.

The above said, I did have to go to another high school the second half of every Monday during junior year to earn a scholarship, and it had doorless stalls or even stall-less commodes in all but one bathroom, a bathroom reserved for Pre-K students. I have a story involving my use of that bathroom to take an emergency poop, which I will eventually recount in detail, but there is a summary on Page 2932.

In total, I probably took thousands of dumps at school when I was a boy, and nearly every male student I knew saw me enter or exit a stall at some point between K and 6th grade and also between 11th grade and graduation from High School. But from the beginning of 7th grade and until the end of 10th grade, pooping at school was an extremely rare occurrence due to the complete lack of privacy. Doorless stalls or completely missing stalls altogether is just wrong, and IMO, child abuse.

During this camp I attended awhile ago we were just coming back from a 4 day excursion and absolutely everyone including me qas super constipated from the "food" they gave us. Upon returning to the bunks we were given some snacks which included a whole prune granola bar.

Just 20 minutes after being issued the snacks more and more people started leaving the bunks and at that time I had no clue why. After a whole hour of sitting around it all hit me all at once. My stomach started grumbling as I let out a fart that probably lasted a whole 5 seconds. Everyone stared at me in amazement with a hint of disgust as I sheepishly excused myself to the toilet to evacuate my bowels.

I was greeted with the horror of my life when I reached the toilet. A full 12 stall toilet was reduced to only 3 as 8 had already been clogged. There was a line of about 20 people queuing to enter one of the three stalls. Everyone looked extremely desperate waiting. Some would occasionally squat down in an attempt to relieve some pressure. It was an absolute warzone hearing so many farts from everyone, myself included, in this enclosed room.

30 minutes go by and I am next to enter, I turn around a realised the line has snaked all the way out of the door. From where i was standing I could already smell the most foul odour coming from the cubicles. But at that point I really didn't care.

At last, I heard a flush coming from the middle stall and the door opened. I ran in, basically ripped off my pants and sat down.
"BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAP"

I had let out a fart that echoed through the toilet. Since the walls off the stalls were paper thin and had a huge gap underneath all the sounds I made were completely audible to my neighbor and vice versa. It was to the point I could hear every single plop, fart and grunt my neighbors made.

Being extremely constipated I had to push extremely hard just to get anything out. It was a solid 5 minutes of pushing before this solid mass would finally come out with a loud "blooonk" sound. I took a peek and to my amazement I had just pushed out a log that was thicker than my wrist and longer than my forearm.

I wasn't even halfway done yet. Then came a barrage of farts, it was then i realised this was just the beginning. Now here comes the second log. While slightly easier to push out it seemed to go on forever. It was to the point I could feel the log touch the bottom of the toilet before it was even out of me. 10 minutes and a lot of pushing later this 18 inch snake would finally be out.

At this point it would have been 20 minutes into my monstrous poop. People were gettting desperate and knocking on the stall door. Despite not being finished yet I decided it would be best to rejoin the poop queue at the back and let my friends have their turn. I let out a few more farts to ease the pressure, cleaned up and got up.

When I flushed the contents in the bowl just would not move. Repeated flushing just made the problem worse. I panicked but resigned myself to fate. I opened the stall door and sheepishly told everyone that I clogged the stall. Now we were left with 2.

Though most people would have been cleared already so the lined eventually cleared. Later in the evening i returned to the last remaining stall that worked, released the last few logs I had in me and was on my way.

Streaks

First time my wife pooped in front of me
Hello all. I have been on this site since 2002. I can't believe its been that long. Not sure what year the site was actually formed.

I thought I would share one of the few times I have seem my wife poop. Rarely (Maybe once a year) will she poop with me in the same room. For this reason, I consider it a treat when she does it.

The first time it happened, we were on a vacation. We rented a very rustic cabin. It had indoor plumbing that had been added in recent years. We had just finished a canoe trip. She said, "Let's go back to the cabin and clean up before dinner." I really didn't think we needed to. The trip to the cabin was out of the way, but I agreed. Being newly married, I wanted to be agreeable.

Once we returned, she went into the bathroom and washed her face and tended to her hair. I changed my shirt and came into the bathroom to wash up as well. Once Jenny finished at the sink, I took her place and began washing my hands. Since we were going out for a nice dinner, I decided to shave as well.

She said, "Is it ok if I pee in here?" I said "Sure, I don't care." She pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet. I had seen her pee before. Normally, while the pee is flowing, she is rolling off paper to promptly wipe when finished. This time, I noticed the pee stopped and she just sat there. She said, "I kind of lied. I have to go poop. Can you go out for a few minutes?" By this time, I had shaving cream on my face and had started shaving. I said, "I'm shaving. Just go. Don't be embarrassed. Everybody poops."

We were pressed for time as we had a dinner reservation. I conveyed to her that we needed to hurry. She sheepishly said, "It's going to be stinky. Are you sure you want to stay in here?" I assured her it was ok. Then her posture changed. She leaned forward with elbows on her knees and feet on her tippy toes. I realized this was really going to happen. My heart was pounding. I wondered if she could hear it beating in my chest.

The room was silent. No fan. No water running. Nothing. I wondered if she was going to wait for me to finish. Then it happened. A hissing fart escaped from her butt. She looked to her left which was away from me. I assume so I didn't see her straining poop face. As she looked away, I glanced over at her. It seemed that every muscle in her body was tensed. Then I heard the familiar crackle noise. I was so excited, I was shaking. I tried to hid my excitement by just acting casual.

She would make the crackling sound for a few seconds, then stop. Crackle sound more seconds, then stop. The first poop involved multiple pushes to get it out. Before it hit the water, I began to smell it. Oddly, while it smelled like poop, to me it was a beautiful thing because it came from my beautiful wife. Finally it dropped into the water. She said, "OMG I an so embarrassed." I reassured her it was fine. I told her I can't smell it, ever though the stench was very strong. She peed a bit more as the pressure of her bowels had let up. Then the crackle started again. Several small plops and one squeaking fart noise.

She began to roll off the paper. She is a skruncher. She did the first wipe and then inspected the paper. I could see the dirty paper out of the corner of my eye. Two more wipes and she was done. It was 3-4 minutes I will never forget.

I have always believed that pooping in front of each other is the ultimate in trust. Seeing her with her pants pulled down, perched on the toilet with poop slowly coming out of her, I realized how vulnerable she was at that moment. Trusting that I would never tell a sole what I had witnessed, she performed a very private act in front of me. Many people go their entire adult life and will only poop behind closed doors and never in the presence of their spouse. This was once of the biggest-little moments of our marriage. 16 years later, we are still together.

Kristi

Double Relief
Kristi here.

I don't know if anyone else out there agrees, but for me, there are few things that feel better than relieving both bodily functions at the same time. Because that's what I just did. I'm still sitting here feeling really, really good.

So I did not take a morning poop. I had an early lunch at about 11:00. Felt the urge to poop come on at about 2:00. I had also consumed about a half gallon of water over the course of the afternoon.

I had done some shopping and was on my way home. The urge to poop was getting stronger. I had hoped to hold it until Steve came home from work (to give him a little show), but by around 3:30 I realized that that was not going to happen.

So I'm driving, and it's a 45 minute drive from the stores I was at to my house. The urge to crap was getting seriously urgent... but now, that water (plus a coffee I had with lunch) was in my bladder, and so peeing was also going to be necessary.

It's all highway from the shopping center where I was to home. No convenient places to stop. Plus I thought I could hold it until I got home.

But the time I was ten minutes from home, I REALLY needed to pee, and needed to poop pretty badly as well. I was honestly contemplating peeing in my jeans, but I really didn't want to have to clean my seat later, so I gritted my teeth and held it. It seemed like I hit every red light on the last stretch before home. There is a gas station 5 minutes from home that I could have stopped at, but I did not want to take the chance of having to get out, run to the bathroom, and then possibly have to wait (there's only one bathroom at that gas station).

FINALLY I pulled into our garage. I sprint inside and go right into the downstairs bathroom.

I had jeans with a belt on; I'm so desperate at this point that getting them off felt like trying to disarm a bomb.

When my butt hit that seat... I cannot even describe the flood of relief that came over me. I literally moaned. If I had been in the gas station bathroom, customers probably would have heard it.

Pee came first. No tinkle. We're talking a jet stream.

And without any pushing, I felt a monster log depart my butt and slide into the toilet. That was followed by a smaller piece and then another one (I was still peeing a river).

Finally my river turned into a tinkle and came to an end. I think I pissed for a good 45 seconds. I sighed and pushed out one more chunk of poop. And I'm finally done.

Steve would have killed to have watched this, but I don't think I could have waited another 2 minutes, let alone 2 hours.

(Of course, being the good wife that I am, I just stood up and took a picture of the toilet, which I texted to him.)

WOW. This girl feels SO MUCH BETTER.

All done. Time to wipe.

Love you all,

Kristi

Kristi

Midwesterner's survey

1.My gender and age is: Female, 29

2.My significant other's gender and age is: Male, 28

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: Kind of all the time unless we're at the dinner table. But curled up on the couch? Absolutely.

7.My SO will fart in front of me while not on the toilet: Yep. Same thing as me.

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 way.

12.My SO is embarrassed if I hear them fart on the toilet: Nope.

13.I will talk about pooping with my SO: Yes

14.I will let my SO watch me poop: Girls don't poop. ;)
LOL. He's seen me poop probably a hundred times.

15.My SO lets me watch them poop: Yes

16.I can poop around my SO as long as the bathroom door is shut: I almost never close the door. Once in a rare while I will, and my hubby respects that.

17.My SO can poop around me as long as the bathroom door is shut: Kind of the same thing as me.

18.I have helped my SO with pooping difficulty (constipation, diarrhea, medical issues, ect.): Yes, the couple of times he's needed it.

19.My SO has helped me with pooping difficulty (constipation, diarrhea, medical issues, ect.): Yes. Several times.

20.I am embarrassed if my SO hears my poop noises, such as plops: Not at all.

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: It's starting to interest me...

22.Toilet needs are a matter of attraction for my SO to me: OMG YES. He loves watching me on the toilet.

23.My spouse is aware of the Toilet Stool forum: Yes

24.I would like to show my spouse the Toilet Stool forum and encourage them to post: He needs to post more

Sarah

Reply to LC
LC: thanks so much for doing my survey!

To answer your questions:

Yes it was certainly embarrassing letting others see and attempt to plunge my big load down. That being said, there was really no choice, I couldn't exactly leave it clogged.

To answer your question about others in my industry, I don't know if anyone else who works at my gym (at least women, men I have no clue) who poops like I do. However, I do tend to agree that being active plays a big part in the size of my productions. Interesting note about runners and problems they sometimes have. Luckily I have never experienced that.

Husband

Survey Answers
Heck, I thought I should answer some surveys. Here they go:

@ Robin and Victoria

Q: How often do your poops leave behind skidmarks?
A: All the time. Big skid marks.

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: C. I don't try to flush again. My toilet at home is used just by me and cleaned by our maid so I don't care. I just leave them there for the maid to take care of them.

Q: Do you handle skidmarks in public toilets different from ones in private toilets?
A: I don't handle either of them.

Q: In your own bathroom(s) are your toilet brush and plunger visible so guests don't have to go looking?
A: They aren't visible.

Q: Have you ever used toilet paper to cover the bowl to try and prevent them?
A: No.

@ Midwesterner - Survey answers:

1.My gender and age is: Male, 42
2.My significant other's gender and age is: Female, 42
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: She pees in front of me all the time.
6.I will fart in front of my SO while not on the toilet: Never, I find it very embarassing.
7.My SO will fart in front of me while not on the toilet: Yes, she has recently started doing it. But when she does it, I don't mention it.
8.I will talk about farting with my SO: Not really.
9.I will fart on the toilet around my SO: Yes
10.My SO will fart on the toilet around me: Yes, all the time and loudly.
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: Not at all. She does it nonchalantly all the time. Like if I am in the bathroom doing something at the sink, she would just walk in, sit on the toilet and start fart-pooping as she talks to me.
13.I will talk about pooping with my SO: Yes, but if I have to.
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. I usually try to close the door but I am fine if she is inside the bathroom at the same time.
17.My SO can poop around me as long as the bathroom door is shut: Yes and even if the door is open. Actually, she never tries to close the door ever. She is also fine if I am in the bathroom while she is pooping.
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: Sometimes.
My SO is embarrassed if I hear their poop noises, such as plops: Not at all.
21.Toilet needs are a matter of attraction to my SO: I guess, yes. But we like to keep it more like an open secret. Don't discuss this attraction. Its just that she actively poops and pees in front of me and we both realize that this excites me and her both.
22.Toilet needs are a matter of attraction for my SO to me: Definitely.
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

BIG-HARD STOOLS ..

How I got intrsted in pushing out wide bowel movements
When I was about 5 years old I began to have trouble trying to go to the toilet, my bowel movements were really hard and wide..compacted and I had to strain real hard to get my butt hole to stretch wide enough to allow the big hard stool to come out. We lived in a brick house that had a window in the bathroom to the outside. So any one listening in on the window could hear what was going on. .n the toilet.. well my grandmother was listening in on me straining."nnnn". gasp..through the screen window.

When I was done pushing it out (which hurt and took about 20+ minutes of straining ,my grandmother said to me, .."I heard you in there" .. on the toilet straining really hard.. did it hurt coming out? she ask.. I said ya it did. so I got to notice that when she came over she kept an eye on me to see if I was going to use the toilet.
One time I was having a hard time so she told me to scoot forward so she could see the hard chunks stretching my hole. then she used her finger to pick the hard chunks out of my sore hole.

Thanks, BIG-HARD STOOLS ..all the time.

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

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