Mary W
@Audrey: Thanks for your reply! Can you tell about those times when you have gone in your pants or exposed yourself in public to pee?
Trina
Quick post
Hello all, especially my SPAS - hope to see some updates from yall soon!
Hannah - I enjoyed you story the other day about your big solid poop accident in your skirt in college. Do you get any enjoyment from the solid accidents? You could join the SPAS! Ha!
Hopefully I'll have more time to post something longer again soon.
Hope everyone is well,
TrinaOpal
Just a few replies
Hi everybody!
Audrey:Hi! One great thing about this site is that no one will judge me for talking about poop! :)
Adrian M: Wow, that story is so...cool *blushes* I'm so happy for you! I don't have a boyfriend yet, but I'm honestly worried if I told a guy that I liked poop, that he'd dump me and tell the whole town I was a freak.
Melissa and Isabelle: I'd love love love to hear all of your stories!
Nasiba: if I may ask, what nationality is your name? I always think it's super cool to have a multicultural poop community... Tee hee!
Crystal: before a few days ago I hadn't posted since October. But I think I remember you! You seem nice.
Veronica: you seem sweet and caring. It's sweet that you love Carl even when he's being... stinky. Not that stinky is bad, on this site stink is cool!
Xoxo, Opal.Sam from NYC
Recent pooping in public bathrooms stories and survey
Do you poop in public bathrooms?
A. Yes, all the time if I need to poop while away from home
B. Rarely, only if I can't hold it
C. Never
D. Sometimes but not all the time
Here is a few questions regarding pooping in public bathrooms
How far generally you pull down your clothing (pants and underwear) when you use a public bathroom to poop or pee?
A. pull them down around my ankles/to your feet/shoes (generally my pants and underwear showing under the bathroom stall door)
B. pull them down under my knees/calfs
C. pull them down to my knees
D. pull them down to my thighs (above the knees)
E. I take my clothes off
F. N/A (I don't use public bathrooms)
How far generally you pull down your clothing (pants and underwear) when you poop or pee at your house or friends house?
A. pull them down around my ankles/to your feet/shoes
B. pull them down under my knees/calfs
C. pull them down to my knees
D. pull them down to my theighs (above the knees)
E. I take my clothes off
Do you like pooping in public bathrooms?
A. Yes
B. NO
C. Sometimes
D. N/A (I don't use public bathrooms)
How Long does you generally take you to poop in public bathroom?
When was the last time you poop in public bathroom?
What your favorite public bathroom to poop?
Hey everyone, it's been awhile since I last made a post. Don't even remember the last time I made a post. Here little bit of myself, I'm from NYC. I used to have a poop phobia of pooping in public bathrooms but got over my fears shortly before my 20th birthday in college. Ever since I love pooping in public bathrooms.
Have many stories to share but here is one story that I can share.
This happened recently while I was at work. I walking to work and felt an urge to poop. I just got off the city bus few minutes before that the urge hit me that I felt it was a good time to go poop while I'm at work. I made it to work early that gave me enough time to poop.
I tend to take my time to poop and spend at least ten minutes in a public bathroom to poop so I don't have to rush and enjoy releasing my poop and be relaxed at the same time. I work in a major sports stadium that has many bathrooms. Shortly I clocked in, I walked to my favorite Men's room. The bathroom was empty. Had the bathroom to myself.
The bathroom had only three stalls at the end. I took the middle stall. Closed the stall door. Took off my backpack, followed by my jacket. Checked the time on my cellphone that I had 15 minutes before I started my work shift, put my cellphone away. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my Dickies Khaki pants and slowly pulled them down around my ankles letting them rest on top of my black shoes and dropped my grey boxers to my ankles as well. Had a relaxing poop that I was in the bathroom for ten minutes. A guy went inside the bathroom only went to pee and asked me while he was leaving that I'm ok. I replied, yep, I'm fine. Had a relaxing poop. Finished up pooping and pulled up my underwear and pants and went to work.
The men's room bit unique that it have a mirror on the wall opposite side where the bathroom stalls is located. If someone were to look at the mirror they can see the bathroom stalls in the reflection.
Another story that happened last year that I was in a sporting event that I have an urge to take a poop. I walked around to find a men's room and I found one. No one was in the stalls when I went to the bathroom. I pulled down my jeans and underwear around my ankles and had a relaxing poop. Few minutes into my poop a guy went to the bathroom stall next to me and he pulled down his shorts and underwear around his ankles. We both were pooping. As times he would take a peek under my stall while I was pooping. After few minutes I finished up pooping and pulled up my pants and underwear and left the stall. Washed my hands and left the bathroom.
Any pooping stories while you are at work, school or sporting events?
Kristi
Wedding stories
Kristi here.
I just watched a really funny (well, maybe not as funny for the people in the video... but I'm sure they'll laugh about it in time.)
So at a wedding, the bride, decked out in her wedding dress, has just come down the aisle.
What she doesn't know is that there's a microphone on her groom's tuxedo. Their conversation is being picked up on video, and everyone in the audience can hear them.
The groom tells her, "You look amazing."
The bride says, "I took a really huge dump right before I came down here."
Probably petrifying for her at the time, but I really hope they can look back at it and laugh.
Seeing this video reminded me of my wedding. And how incredibly hard it is to go to the bathroom in your wedding dress.
I may or may not have told this story before. If I have, sorry for re-posting.
So, the morning of my wedding, I made sure to poop at home. I didn't want to have to go at my wedding.
But of course, that made no difference at all.
I had jitters. Not about Steve- I knew he was my one and only. Just nerves about the day going according to plan.
So about 45 minutes before it's time to walk down the aisle, my stomach is rumbling. I was not going to be able to hold it for the wedding, the reception, photos, etc.
So just how does one poop in a wedding dress?
Well, for me, it took 3 of my bridesmaids.
I've talked about my college roommate Courtney on here before. I have another friend named Erin who helped set me up with Steve. And my best friend Emily was my Maid of the Honor.
We got married in a banquet hall which is designed for weddings, so the bride's room had a separate and really big bathroom, which I'm sure was intentional.
So, the four of us go into the bathroom. I apologize in advance for what I was about to put them through. Emily was like, "Don't worry, babe! It's what we're here for!"
(Courtney and Erin were more along the lines of, "Okay... let's get this over with.)
So, Courtney is on my left, and Erin and Emily are on my right. They get my entire wedding dress up, and I'm able to kind of wiggle out of my underwear.
I then sat down and tried to be as fast as I could. Fortunately, nature moved things along pretty easily. I have no idea how much came out of me, but I do know that I felt a lot better after.
Well, I told the girls I was done. Which meant there was only one thing left to do.
There are acquaintances, friends, good friends, best friends...
and then there are friends who will duck down under your wedding dress, grab toilet paper, and wipe you after you just took a crap.
Emily is that kind of friend.
I was probably blushing like crazy. I mean... wow. But it was necessary. There's no way I could have done it myself.
After about five wipes she said, "You're good." She then pulled up my panties and the four of us exited the bathroom. One of them went back and flushed. Not sure who. I went back in and washed my hands.
After agreeing that we shall never speak of this again, the wedding went
wonderfully.
Besides Steve (after learning that he liked to hear about me pooping, I told him about my wedding story. He said, "I wish I had been Emily." I said, "I'm sure you would have" with a giggle.)
So... yeah. That's my wedding day story.
Love,
KristiHollyrae
Surprise bathroom user
The other morning me and Roxie had to be at school 45 minutes early for a special activity. So we couldn't take the bus as we usually do. So Roxie's dad had to drive us, something that he wasn't too happy about. Since I stayed over a Roxie's house neither of us got to use the bathroom before he was in the driveway honking. Sometimes he cusses when he gets mad and we don't like that to happen.
So when he dropped us off at our middle school at 7 I was holding a wee and Roxie was holding shit so bad we could smell it in the car. So with our book bags we headed right into the big bathroom on the main floor. We took toilets right next to one another and it didn't seem to matter that there were no doors on them because no one else was around. The seats were put up. We dropped them. Roxie said something about it being unusual to sit on a clean seat and then there was a loud blast from her butt. She asked me if I got a splash on my side. She has a sense of humor when she gets away from her dad. I took my jeans down and wasn't seated 5 seconds before my pee splash started. I often pee 5 or 6 times a day at school because I have a small bladder and drink a lot of fluids.
Roxie had just used a bad word when our art teacher came rushing in. She smiled, reminded us about proper language, and then asked to take the toilet next to me. I was surprised to be asked for permission. Of course, I agreed, and both me and Roxie like her because she's so nice and doesn't yell and put us down. She did something different, though. Her seat was down and she walked straight ahead to the sinks and pulled down a brown paper towel. Then she stood over the toilet and we would hear her wipe the seat down. Then she placed the towel on the floor and turned around, dropped her slacks and took her seat. We could hear both shit and piss at the same time. Each time she let out a big one she moved her feet wider apart and sighed. While this was happening she asked us if we know what we were having for lunch that day, complimented the carving work we were doing, and said we should qualify for art club membership by the end of the year.
Roxie wiped and forgot to flush, but I reminded her and she did. Roxie and I were still talking to our teacher while she sat and was reading her phone. We looked forward to her last-hour class that day. It was strange, though, because we don't often see our teachers in the bathroom unless they are yelling at us to hurry up or forcing us to go back and flush. She's like so real and relates well with us.
Mark
Amount of Stalls
Midwestener made a very good point regarding the amount of cubicles that the Mens' toilets often have, i have always found that awkward and many times it's made me close to an accident. Just the other week I was on my way to hang out with a friend when with a sense of dread I realised I needed a poo, so rather than hang out with him for hours holding it in or asking to use his toilet (way too embarrassing) I headed to the nearest supermarket and hurried to the toilets.
So I pushed the door open and was greeted by the sight of two urinals, a cubicle with a red locked door, and a man standing by the sink; he looked up at me as I entered. I glanced nervously at him, then at the cubicle and his body language told me he was waiting to use it as he moved further towards it. I stood there for a minute and then walked back out of the room, as it was pretty cramped in there and I didn't want to just linger. I stood outside for a minute shuffling about a bit until I saw a man exit the toilets and then I went back in.
Now there was nobody in there but the door was, again, locked. I tried to keep it together telling myself it wouldn't be long, jumping a little as the door opened and someone else came in and went to pee. I stood there awkwardly, obviously waiting for the cubicle, and I felt him glance at me as he washed his hands. Thankfully as he was doing that, I heard toilet paper rolling and then a flush. The man came out and saw me, and we exchanged a look as I awkwardly hurried past him and into the cubicle.
Having just had two people poop in there back to back, it smelled pretty bad, but I didn't have much choice. I locked the door and wiped the seat off before quickly sitting down. Ugh, the seat was warm as well. As it was getting started with a small fart, someone else came in and tried the cubicle door. Great. I couldn't hold it though, and already was letting out a couple of large plops while I saw the shadow of this man waiting right outside. As soon as I thought I was done I began wiping so I could get out of there fast. I flushed and opened the door and avoided eye contact as the man went in after me.
It's hard (for me at least) to relax and "go" if i feel like I have an audience or if someone is waiting for me to hurry up. That day I ended up still having to go when I left my friend, as I didn't get all of it out due to rushing. I have another story of having to do a big dump while someone's right outside the cubicle, from when I was 16, but i'll post that another time if anyone wants to hear it. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
Kristi
Skidmark survey
Robyn and Victoria:
I totally missed your survey! Sorry! Here are my answers:
How often do your poops leave behind skidmarks?
Probably 50 percent of the time there will by some brown in my toilets after I go. Usually they're not that big.
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?
Depends. At home, I'll just leave it as long as it's underwater. At someone else's home... if it's just a little brown mark, I'll just leave it unless there's a brush readily available. (If it's at a friend who I poop openly around, I'm less concerned.)
Do you handle skidmarks in public toilets different from ones in private toilets?
Yeah, I won't bother in a public restroom.
In your own bathroom(s) are your toilet brush and plunger visible so guests don't have to go looking?
Toilet brush, yes. Plunger, no. I had a sister-in-law pull me aside at Thanksgiving once and ask where the plunger was. She was really embarrassed. I told her not to worry about it and I unclogged it.
Have you ever used toilet paper to cover the bowl to try and prevent them?
Nope
Alexandra
For Hannah
I found your story and history of bathroom accidents both interesting and relatable. I have often had accidents (mostly of the solid poop variety) and it is weird say that I almost enjoy them. The build up and the relief is just something kind of special. So my question to you is, do you enjoy your accidents as well?
I will share one from a few years ago. I was on a retreat with AmeriCorps and I usually get travel constipation and I was also nervous to poop on the bathrooms. It was basically a summer camp and none of the stalls had doors. A few of the other girls said they could use them either. As the week went on, I kept thinking about trying to poop and I just couldn't go. So we get back to the Americorps office back in the city and my bowels decide it is time to evacuate. Mind you it has been a week and I wasn't sure exact what was going to happen. All the other girls had the same idea and there was a line for the bathroom so I figured I could make to my bfs apartment and use the bathroom there. He kind likes the idea watching me poop or having an accident but I haven't done either in front of him. I texted him and told him I was coming over and that I had to poop bad. I got in my car and each minute driving to his place, I thought I was going to lose it. At one stoplight, I felt my butt open and a turtle head touched my panties. (I was wearing Exciffio white string bikini panties if anyone was wondering) I managed to pull it back in but I realized that I might not the next time. I got to his apartment and gingerly step out of the car. I walked briskly but carefully to the door. I came inside and find my bf waiting in the kitchen for me. I looked at him sheepishly and tell him how bad I need to go. He gives me a hug and kiss and right then I knew I had no time.I told him that I was about to poop my pants. So he takes my bag and then he stops in front of the bathroom door. And asks if he can help with a sly grin. At this moment, I just unbutton my jeans begging him to move and it happens. I drop my jeans to my ankles in surprise as a huge turd forces it's way out of me and tents out my panties. I mean boy scouts could have camped up there. It felt like a tree trunk was coming out of me. After a few seconds,the first turd broke off and second of equal size began coming out,then a third. The relief was so intense. I didn't realize how much I had pooped. My panties were wet, although not from pee. I looked over and saw my bf had a tent of his own in his pants and before I cleaned up we had an interesting session in the bedroom. Nothing crazy messy but just enjoyed all of the sensations of what had happened. Well that is the craziest poop accident I have ever had.
Hope to hear from Hannah and anyone else that wants to share crazy poop accident stories.ECG
Idle Hands are the Devil's Playthings
The other day, I went for my post-waking-up pee, as I do every morning. I didn't feel like I was bursting to go, but I must have been, as my stream had still yet to slow down after a minute or so.
I looked around while standing in front of the toilet, and my attention was caught by the empty cardboard tube of the last toilet roll. Whoever had used the toilet before me had prepared a fresh toilet roll but had not taken the empty cardboard tube downstairs to be recycled. There were also small scraps of tissue left on it, so I decided to occupy myself while peeing by taking off the scraps. Bad idea!
I was playing with the roll one-handed, and with my non-dominant hand at that, as my other hand was being used to aim. Needless to say, I quickly managed to drop the cardboard tube into the toilet! As I was well into the peeing zone by then, I couldn't even cut off the stream, and had to wait for it to finish of its own accord, which took another 15-20 seconds. During this time, I tried to keep my stream away from the tube as best I could, not that it made much difference since it was still soaking up plenty of water.
I wasn't sure if the now-waterlogged cardboard tube would flush, and thought best not to try just in case, so I tried to fish it out, but this went badly too. My attempts to fish the tube out only pushed it further down, until it was fully submerged. I wrapped my hand in some tissue, and put it in the water to grab the tube as quickly as possible. This time, I succeeded, and put it in the bathroom bin before flushing and washing my hands extra thoroughly. A cautionary tale to not be distracted while using the toilet!
STREAKS
My wife and the "pickle jar" poop
In 2007 it was determined that my wife needed major heart surgery. This was a BIG deal for a 24 year old woman. Once the operation was complete, she was in intensive care for two days, then transferred to a single bed room. They gave me a cot so I could stay with her. This made both us us happy as the original plan was for a double patient room and I would stay in a hotel.
My wife was mostly sleeping or very groggy for four days. There was a variety of fancy machines and IVs hooked up to her. She had been out of bed, but only to stand up for a brief minute or two. She had a catheter so no need to visit the bathroom at all.
One evening shortly after sun down she began to stir. I was watching tv with the volume muted so not to disturb her. She would move a bit, then fall asleep. Move some more, then fall asleep again. She seemed uncomfortable. Finally I said, "What are you doing over there?" She said, "Help me sit up." It was a process, but we got her feet over the side of the bed and her into a sitting position. The she said, "I want to stand up." After moving various equipment, we got her on her feet. After a minute of standing, she said, "I have to go to the bathroom."
Now with the catheter in place, this could only mean one thing. I told her I would get a nurse. I assumed this would involve a potty chair or something. She said, "No. I just want to sit on the toilet and I don't want some stranger helping me. Just help me get to the bathroom." I worried because of all the devises, but was able to get everything unplugged and mobile. We took tiny, but brisk steps toward the bathroom. A fart escaped her bottom as we walked. We finally made it. I helped her to very gently sit and get the machines situated. I could see pee flowing through the tube and a long hissing fart signaled the beginning of the pooping process.
She sat there for about one minute. Then she said, "I can't do this. I have to have my feet on the floor. I can't go with my feet hanging in the air. Get me something to put my feet on." I wasn't sure what to do. The she told me to just stand directly in front of her. She put her tippy toes onto the top of my feet. Upon leaning forward, this positioned her head into my abdomen. She said, "This is good because i'm dizzy and I can hang on to you. Don't leave! Just stay here with me."
With that, she began her effort to go poop. She was pushing down so hard on my feet she was hurting me, but I didn't dare complain. She shook as she strained. The grunts were very audible. I had seen this face before. Once when she was opening a stubborn pickle jar, she made the same face. Red faced, shaking and straining. I told her to stop straining so hard and take her time. I worried she would do damage to her heart. She said, "Be quiet and stop telling me how to go poop." I could hear the poop coming out a little at a time.
Then it happen; In walks the nurse. She was, of course, a bit surprised to find her out of bed and on the toilet. She said, "Well look at you! You will be better in no time. I just need to check your meds at the end of my shift." Now there were three of us in the small bathroom. She continued asking her various questions about pain level and such. Even with the poop smell quite obvious, she carried on about her duties. Then the nurse asked, "So are you having a bowel movement?" I felt this was a silly question considering the smell in the room. I answered for her and said, "We are trying to." Then she said, "I'm going to take a peek if you don't mind. I want to make sure everything looks normal."
Because it was such a large toilet and my wife was all the way forward, it was easy to look into the bowl behind her. The nurse looked as did I. The large poop was sticking out of her. It looked like Whoppers candy all smashed together. Just very small balls. The nurse said, "Is it hard to go? I don't want you straining. Do you want a laxative?" My wife lied and said, "No. It's coming out on it's own. I'm just letting it happen." We both knew this wasn't true.
The nurse finally left. My wife said, "Thank God she is finally gone. Close that door then come back. I still need you in here." I closed it and returned to my post. She continued pushing out the half born poop. Once it finally fell int the water, she took a break then got back to work. Her muscles tensed again. This time, however: the straining produced a very large and loud fart. She apologized. I told her, "Don't worry about that. That's what we are here to do. Take your time. We don't have anywhere to be." After several more minutes of pushing and plopping, she was done. I had to wipe her because she was too dizzy and weak. There was nothing to wipe as the poop was dry and hard. Without flushing, I helped her back to bed. She was fast asleep. I went back to the bathroom and inspected the finished product. It was impressive by any standard. The entire load was very knobby.
To this day, I'm not sure if she even remembers this day. She often told me the whole time in the hospital was a blur. One thing is for sure, I remember it.
Some Guy
At Target
Hey, everyone!
Undecided...I hope you post them all!
I have not posted in quite some time, and that's because I haven't had any interesting bathroom experiences...until now! I like pooping at one particular Target store near me; in fact, it is the one I posted about on Page 2562. If I am out and about and feel like I have to poop, I will hold it and try to go there. That's what happened a few days ago. I entered the bathroom ready to poop, and was surprised to see two boys, 12, maybe 13, standing in front of the sinks directly in front of the stalls. I knew what they were going to do, but asked them, "You boys waiting?" The boy closest to me, whose name I would find out was Jackson, said, "yeah." So, I joined them in waiting for a toilet. My urge to go wasn't that bad, and I knew I would be getting a warm seat. The boys and I stood there waiting for a few minutes, and there was very little movement in the stalls, except for the movements going into the toilets! LOL. I guess the boys both really needed to go because they were standing there quietly. Anyway, after a few minutes, I heard pulling on the toilet paper in the regular stall (there's one regular stall and one handicapped stall), then the toilet flushed, and a guy came out. The first boy then made his way into the stall, and as he got to the doorway, turned around and gave Jackson a cheeky smile. The door closed, and I heard rustling of clothes. The first boy was now on the toilet, confirmed by the position of his feet and pants. At this point, Jackson and I were now the only ones waiting for a stall. Jackson then moved down to where the first boy was standing, and I moved to where Jackson was standing. Then he looked over at me and smiled, and I smiled back. He seemed like a nice kid. Both stalls were occupied, and my need to go was getting a little stronger, but not bad. Both poopers were quiet, and after several minutes, there hadn't been any audible movement from the handicapped stall. Jackson and I continued to wait. After a couple more minutes, the boy in the first stall finished up. He then flushed his toilet and exited the stall. He smiled at Jackson and then made his way to a sink to wash his hands. It was now Jackson's turn to have his poop. Jackson made his way into the stall and closed the door. Because of where I was standing and the gap in the stall door, I could tell that Jackson was on the toilet. The first boy finished washing his hands, and when he did, said, "Hey, Jackson...when you're done, come out and find us." Jackson responded with, "All right." I was hoping that would be somewhat soon, because I needed a toilet, too...and there still wasn't any movement from the handicapped stall. I was beginning to think that maybe there wasn't anyone in the handicapped stall, so I went over to check. There is a sizeable gap right in front of the toilet, so you can tell if someone is sitting on it. Someone was there, and he seemed to be OK and on his phone. I went back to where I was standing and could see Jackson's right thigh moving a little. I was hoping that was a signal that he was about done! About a minute later, Jackson started to pull off some toilet paper. After a couple more pulls, Jackson pulled up his pants and flushed the toilet. When he came out, he again smiled at me, and again, I smiled back. By this point, I'm sure Jackson knew what I was about to do, and he was totally right! I went in and was ready to finally start my poop. I pulled down my pants and underwear to my ankles, and had a seat. I was surprised that the seat wasn't all that warm, especially since both boys were big enough that they completely covered the seat! I let myself relax and then started to evacuate my bowels. Once I was pooping, the guy in the next stall started to wipe. He must have really had to go!
After waiting for the boys to have their poops, it felt good to finally have my turn. After a couple minutes, I heard the bathroom door open. I saw a boy about 6 or 7 walk by my stall and into the handicapped stall to my left. I heard him fumbling with the lock (it is a stick lock that just slides back and forth). After about a minute, he backed up to the toilet, pulled down his clothing, and had a seat. I heard him grunting and straining a little, and I heard some diarrhea come out. In a strained voice, he called for his dad to come into his stall. His dad asked him if the door were locked, and the boy said no. The boy continued to sit, and said that his ???? hurt, and that the hamburger he ate must have been why. His dad talked him through his poop, just encouraging him that it was alright, and to sit there and let it all out. By this time, I was done pooping, so I cleaned up, left my stall, and washed my hands.
Well, that's my (long) story. I hope to have (and post about!) more interesting bathroom experiences. We all have to go...why can't it be interesting from time to time?
Happy Pooping!
Some Guy
Tricky
Re: Ronette
I'm well aware that holding it can cause problems.
Over the years, I eventually became a shameless about bathroom use. Today, I can poop or pee in any restroom environment, even a fully open toilet with others of the opposite sex in the room. Enough people have seen me using the toilet over the years that I don't feel any embarrassment about it today. If I need to go and there is a toilet available, I just go, and don't hold it in anymore.
But middle school and high school had more than mere embarrassment to contend with. Using one of the doorless or open toilets at school made one a target for physical bullying. When a parent at a PTA meeting complained about it and how their son had to use the nurses' office bathroom to be able to get some privacy and avoid harassment by other students every time he needed to poop, the school's "solution" was not to install doors on the doorless stalls and build partitions around the open toilets as multiple parents had politely requested. The school's "solution" was to instead lock the nurses' office bathroom and only allow students to enter with permission from the school nurse after giving them a key, with the nurse instructed to only allow kids into the room if they were sick. The school staff had access to their own private restrooms, but the male students didn't have any privacy whatsoever.
It was my experience in middle school that made me scared to use any public toilet that didn't provide at least a bare minimum of privacy. In high school, I was participating in an extracurricular activity at another school and had to take an emergency poop in a half stall in a crowded boy's room, but the fact that there were teachers in the room eliminated the risk of bullying. From then on, I was always able to poop in a half stall with a door, without any hesitation if the need was there. I'd done so many times at various places during my young adult years, including but not limited to a truck stop, a department store, a restaurant, and highway rest stops in view of other people in the room. The half-stall kept anything objectionable out of view, even though everyone in the room could see my face while I pooped. Back then, I'd still get slightly embarrassed even using normal stalls with others in the room able to hear my noises, but the bare minimum of keeping my butt and private out of view provided by a half stall was enough privacy to give me the courage to just go. As long as others left me alone, the embarrassment would go away, and it did.
I continued to avoid doorless stalls and open toilets from adolescence through adulthood and only extremely rarely did I give in. This fear was reinforced during my young adult years when random perverts snuck a peak at me using various facilities, one example recounted on Page 2876 "The Stalls Have Eyes", but I have sadly a significant number of stories to tell on this, including a time I used an open toilet at a park where some creeper propositioned me while I was mid-crap. Being stuck on a toilet with a big log of poop hanging out one's butt is a position of extreme vulnerability. Looking like a young teenager as an adult made me a magnet for such perverts.
Only until there were a number of emergencies that to avoid soiling myself gave me no choice and forced me to use these doorless stall or open toilet facilities with other people already in the room did my level of discomfort decrease. I think the time I took a massive toilet-clogging dump at a bus station in a doorless stall with a line of people waiting for the toilet I was using finally killed my fear of using such facilities. That story is recounted on page 2882, titled "Nowhere else to go... my intro to shameless pooping". After that, I started using open toilets and doorless stalls at parks, rest stops, and other locations whenever the need arose and such facilities presented themselves.
At this point, I'm certain well over 100 people have seen me sitting on the toilet with no privacy while defecating over the course of my life.
I eat so much food that holding it is not a good idea. Middle school and high school may have caused me to damage my insides over the years, as my ability to hold it is not what it used to be either. I also frequently clog public toilets with my output, and have many stories to tell on this subject that I haven't had time to post.
Is the pandemic responsible for bathroom problems?
I think the pandemic is responsible for some of the bathroom problems some of us might be having at school.
Having been home last school year and doing distance learning and virtual assignments, it seems in my school a lot of students were in detention hall this past Thursday and Saturday. I know several who are constantly late to class or who have been caught breaking one of the bathroom rules such as not clearing out and leaving when the tardy bell rings, not flushing, or talking back to a teacher or custodian. One freshman got into an argument and shoving match with a assistant principal and a security guard was called in to restrain her.
An example is at my school there is a line of 20 or more cubicles in each of the bathrooms. Most have half-high privacy doors like you might see on a department store dressing room. But two or three of the toilets near the middle of the row have had their doors taken off. Yes, it is somewhat of a surprise, but to avoid being late to class, girls standing in clusters waiting their turn at a toilet ignore this option. For me, I just walk around the crowd waiting, walk up to a toilet and if the seat is not wet I will park myself on it in a couple of seconds.
When I explained the situation to mom a few months ago and told her how I didn't feel that good about classmates seeing me partially exposed, she bought me about 7 or 8 dresses. They are loose fitting and they cover my mid-section when I'm seated on the toilet. My underwear can be at ankle level but the fabric does a wonderful job. I've learned with a good amount of practice to wipe from my seat. The drawback is that I don't get to see the results of each wipe so sometimes mom finds a smear
in my undies on wash day. But she understands what the situation is like. I know that I'm lucky that she has that sensitivity. I'm a good student and would otherwise worry about having tardy checks on my record.
Often I have my morning crap before 1st hour and I pee at mid-morning, at lunch, and again at mid-afternoon. Several girls look at me strangely like what's wrong with me for using a toilet without more privacy? The answer is that I want to make the most of each 5 minute passing period and not miss valuable class time.
I know we had a lot of flexibility when we were learning at home last year. We got to use our personal bathrooms and probably could hang out in the bathroom a bit. But now we're back to a more rigid schedule and it is more easy to adapt rather than receive detention time. I miss my blue jeans, of course, and I look forward to getting home and jumping into them.
Am I normal?
Monday, March 28, 2022
Tricky
A Middle School Poop Stroy
I mentioned before that my middle school had doorless stalls or open toilets in all of the Boys' bathrooms, with nowhere in the entire school to take a private poop. I always made an effort to hold it in until I got home, no matter what, because of the bullying I had witnessed of any student that needed to poop.
On Page 2875 a story titled "My first time using a doorless stall" recounted my first time having diarrhea at that school.
There was another incident where I didn't hold out long enough to make it home. I was in 8th grade, and it was the near the end of the year, about a week before summer vacation. I was in P.E. class and had been holding it in since lunch, and managed to change into my gym clothes without making one of many farts audible enough to be heard. The pressure was building and it was a struggled to walk. The exercise had jostled my insides enough that there was no way I would make it for another 3 hours before I could get home, and the gym teacher was about to have us run around the track. I didn't want to soil my gym shorts in the middle of a run around the track. I let the gym teacher, a middle aged lady of about 45, that I desperately needed to use the restroom before doing the run.
She reluctantly agreed to let me go.
I headed to the locker room restroom instead of the stadium restroom because it was the least likely restroom to have any unwanted intrusion, given that private stalls did not exist in any of the Boys' rooms at this school. The Boys' locker room had two urinals and an open commode, with no privacy partition of any kind. I dreaded having to poop without privacy, but considered that the odds of anyone walking in were very low since all the other boys were outside, and it was an emergency. I had no choice. Even if I made it passed running the track, I would need to go first thing when I got back to this locker room to change out of my gym clothes, and would have an unwanted audience of 30+ students while sitting on the same open toilet, with a high risk of being bullied. Using this restroom now was the less bad scenario.
I dropped my gym shorts to my upper legs and seated myself on the toilet. Immediately, I started exploding out gas and loose stool. It was almost diarrhea, lots of liquid, but accompanied by messy solids that forcibly stretched my butt apart. It was sloppy, wet, and loud. Then it stopped.
I kept pushing, and pushing, and pushing. I could feel a hot, spicy dump lodged in my lower GI tract, but it didn't want to budge. About 5 minutes passed, and then it came out with a vengeance, totally uncontrollable.
*plutter-plapt* *BRORRR-r-r-r-r-T* *ploop-plup-frrRRRRRRt*
And exactly what I was dreading happened during this diarrhea coming in waves, as the door opened and footsteps came back towards the toilets.
The intruder remarked "God damn boy. I heard that from the hallway."
Fortunately, it was not a student. It was a coach in his 40s, a bald white dude. He took one look at me sitting there, as more sloppy crap loudly made its way out of me, and then said "Don't mind me. I'm just here to use the bathroom too." He stood at the urinal furthest from me and proceeded to pee, while I continued to blast out sloppy poop.
He then tried to start conversation: "You could have gone before gym class started you know."
I didn't say anything. While I was glad not to be bullied, and since an adult was in the room it was pretty much a given that I wouldn't have to worry about it, I was extremely embarrassed, probably more than I'd ever been while pooping at any time in my life. This dude just got to see a side view of me sitting on an open toilet while I as blasting ass, and it was obvious he knew what I was doing. But I knew going in front of everyone else would have been worse.
He then said "No need to be shy. Everyone poops." I then said "I prefer doing this in privacy. I normally go at home." The coach then said "I have a private toilet in my office. I used to let students use it until some of them started vandalizing it. If you ever need to use it, I'll let you. Just ask." I responded "Thanks,"
*FRORRRRRRT* *plapt*
He washed his hands at the sink with me in direct view of the mirror. As I was rolling the toilet paper, he then said "Do try to hurry up. Don't forget to wash your hands.", then he left. I was glad he left. I felt a wave of embarrassment at the fact that he just watched me take a loud, sloppy crap. It felt too personal, and I couldn't recall someone watching me poop in an open toilet since I was being potty-trained, albeit those times that students watched me through the gaps in the stall or while looking over the top of the stall were almost as bad. I never wanted this to happen again. I continued to finish wiping in private.
My gym teacher was mad that I was gone for close to 15 minutes. She asked if I was really using the bathroom because I went back inside, instead of using the one by the stadium. I told her to ask the coach because he could verify that I was. She then said "Forget I asked." She'd been in the Boys' locker room at least once before after it was vandalized and had to have known that the sit-down commode was fully exposed. That coupled with the length of time I was gone and me mentioning the coach could verify I was using the bathroom had to have painted enough details to know of what events transpired. It was humiliating.
The coach's offer to let me use his private bathroom was nice. For the remainder of the school year, the opportunity to use it never came about. If I needed to poop, he was nowhere to be found for me to ask permission to use his personal bathroom, so I continued to hold it until I got home. I wish that offer would have been made early in 7th grade. It would have saved me a lot of pain and torture.
I graduated, and the high school I attended after the summer break ended was no improvement. I still had no privacy to poop, and would continue to hold it until I could get home, not wanting to be harassed while in a position of vulnerability. It was thus also an extremely rare event for me to poop at that high school, mostly out of fear of being bullied, and less so the result of embarrassment. I could deal with embarrassment, especially after getting walked in on by the coach in 8th grade, but being tortured by other students as I crapped would have been too much.
Opal
Hi Undecided!
Dear undecided,
I'm SOOO excited to meet other teen girls who like this site! I'm literally turning 17 in 7 minutes as I write this. I used to post here but I haven't done it much lately. I got an internet filter to block bad stuff, but unfortunately it registers this as a bad site! So I can't usually access it.
I'm pooping right now. Perfect condition for posting here! Also, to another group of friends on here, Mina+3, how are you? I've missed you sooooo much! And Kristi, I'm so glad to see you!
Veronica: you started posting while I was gone. May I say I love your stories!
Erica: I'm also really excited to see you here! You're close in age to me, which makes it especially exciting. I definitely am excited to see posts from you every time they're put on!!!! I hope you see Ron again soon ;) My little sister used to be my poop buddy, but she's outgrown it now that she's 10. I'm a little sad about that :'(
Well I've been 17 for 4 minutes now but unfortunately I'll have to save my turds for another occasion because I didn't get to poop. Love you all! I'm glad to have some true friends here!
Love,
OpalAudrey
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?
James
Reply to Tlana and Imogen
Imogen - I think Year 6 or 7 was about the same time that I started sometimes putting loo roll or tissues into my pants if I thought an accident was likely. Most often I would do it before a test or exam, because that was the one situation in which I could predict in advance that I might have problems holding on. I would usually spend a few minutes before I left for school carefully arranging several large tissues in the seat of my underwear, and then hoping that the walk to school didn't dislodge them, or cause them to fold up.
Whether it helped or not in the event of an accident very much depended on how large the mess was, how soft, and how long I had to sit in it before I could clean myself up. If I let out a few small soft-but-formed lumps towards the end of the exam, I could usually empty them out into the toilet at home without any visible staining. If I had a larger and mushier accident just before I got home, I could sometimes rescue my pants by emptying them out really quickly, before the mush could work its way around or through the tissues - in this case there would probably be some stains, but they would wash out easily. For the kinds of exam accidents that I've written about before, where a large and very mushy poo came out whilst I was still sat in the exam hall, then the tissues made no real difference, and I'd usually end up putting my underpants in the bin.
I did also try using a lining of paper a couple of times when I had an upset stomach, but it never worked against runny poo. For me, if a bit of runny poo started to come out despite me trying as hard as possible to hold it in, it was almost inevitable that it would all come out. Reading Deb's post, I guess if I was female then I might have started using pads as a teenager, and perhaps they would have worked better against poo than tissues (Deb, when did you first discover that pads can help protect against more than periods?). However, a definite advantage of being male is that underpants tend to be broader and better able to contain a mess than knickers, without any leaking out around your legs.
Tlana - I don't remember my parents telling me anything in particular about the school toilets when I was just starting school, although it was nearly 35 years ago! I don't think they made a very big deal about it. When I had accidents, the poo was usually very soft, and I usually told them that I just hadn't been able to hold it (which was kind of true). I was embarrassed about my own shyness about using the school toilets, so I didn't like to admit to it.
I do remember being in the classroom when I was about five and really needing a poo - for once it was a firm one and I was managing to hold it in. The teacher knew by then that I was one of the more accident-prone kids in her class, and she saw me hopping around and fidgeting, and came over to ask me if I needed to go. I said I didn't, but over the next few minutes it must have been obvious to her that I was getting extremely desperate, as I literally couldn't sit down or stand still. She asked me again if I needed to go, and I shook my head, but she didn't believe me and walked me out to the toilets. She told me to go in one of the cubicles whilst she waited, and to let it out. I remember feeling caught between being desperately shy about pooing at school with my teacher right outside the cubicle, but also feeling like I was about to lose control and poo myself again, and so I did what I was told. The relief was incredible, but the huge firm poo that I let out blocked the toilet - it made me even more embarrassed about going in public, and my shyness outweighed the relief at having done a poo in the toilet (the opposite of what my teacher had intended). I remember also being much more scared of sitting in someone else's poo or wee germs on a toilet seat than sitting in my own poo in my pants.
Over my primary school years, there were periods of months where I might feel a bit better about going at school, and have correspondingly fewer accidents, and periods when I wouldn't go there at all. As I got older, the potential embarrassment factor of being caught by friends or teachers with pooey pants got greater, but my ability to hide my accidents and clean myself up also got better, as did my ability to hold off an accident for long enough that it happened when no-one was around, so there was always a tension between those different factors.
Another thing that contributed to my proneness to poo-pants was that I never minded the actual sensations of having an accident - in fact I found them quite comforting. Because my poos were almost always very soft (especially the urgent ones that might come out in my underwear), I associated accidents with a sense of relief, and of comfortable warmth, and of a kind of pleasant cushion-like softness around my bum. The actual feeling of a soft poo coming out after being desperately holding it in was just as nice as if I was sat on the toilet. Another vivid memory from early in infant school (possibly my second or third-ever school accident) was of sitting in my chair drawing a picture near the end of the school day, whilst trying to hold back a poo that had been building all afternoon. Just before the accident, I was feeling panicky because I was afraid of pooing myself. It suddenly came out in a rush, and I had a moment of clarity where I thought something like "actually, this doesn't feel bad at all, and now I don't need to go any more" - it was like a lot of my fear of pooing my pants suddenly fell away, and after that it was always at the back of my mind that there are far worse things to happen than dirty underwear. That was an accident where my mum cleaned me up straight after school, and she never made a big thing about it.Thomas
Kids today take a long time to train
The other day I just finished lunch at a local coffee shop. I came out and crossed the street and then walked about half a block. A mother was walking down the sidewalk with her son who (I would guess) was around four years old at the youngest.
He looked like he was pretty normal intellectually and seemed to be walking better than I did around that age. I noticed him because he suddenly stopped walking and just stood there.His mother turned around when she noticed he was no longer next to her. He was looking down and at first I wondered why. Then I noticed a wet patch slowly spreading across the front of his shorts. He wasn't sad or embarrassed by this. In fact he was smiling.
Then he bent his knees, clenched his fists and began to grunt. At that point his mother tapped him on his right shoulder about five or six times just enough to distract him from what he was starting to do. She said "What are you doing?" and he said, "Going potty". Then she said, "We don't do that, sweetie, we hold it." Then she asked him, "Do you know what it means to hold it?" And he replied, "We wait for the potty." By then he managed to stop his urine stream (which had just barely started by that point). She asked him if he could try to hold it for her. He said, "Yes, mommy, but there's no potty." She replied, "Yes there is and we're almost there". She pointed to the coffee shop diagonally across the street (that was just barely visible) when she said this".
Then she took him by the hand and walked across the street with him. Once they reached the other side of the street she picked him up and put him on her shoulders to carry him the rest of the way to the coffee shop where I just had lunch. I can only guess what happened after that because we were walking in opposite directions by that point.
Kristi
Pee Dream
Kristi here.
I hope I'm not slipping back into depression.
Every time I turn on the news, or read Facebook, I'm reading about war in the Ukraine.
I feel so bad for the Ukrainians... and the Russian people who don't want to be a part of this. And I feel helpless.
Anyways, I'm on the toilet right now. Going to take my morning poop, but haven't started yet.
This morning, I woke up at 5:25. I needed to pee but didn't want to leave my cozy bed. So I ended up going back to sleep.
And I had a dream. I was at a relative's house (not even sure what relative... I just "knew" in my dream that it was someone in my extended family.)
And throughout the dream, I had to pee. Like, in my dream. I spent part of the dream looking for the bathroom! At one point, I found the bathroom, but it was being used by some "family member".)
Woke up at 8:00 and went and peed.
Has this ever happened to anyone? Because it's not the first time it's happened to me.
Anyways, back to reality.
After I take this dump, I want to give the bidet another try. Last night was another failure. It cleaned me where I pee, but didn't clean my butt at all. Am I sitting on it wrong? HELP!
Love, Kristi
P.S. Just dropped a nice log. Thought you'd all want to know. :)
Paige
Making a New Friend
A new fitness studio near where I live just opened up a few weeks ago. They were offering 4 free classes as a welcome offer so I signed up for a weekly fitness program. I went for the first time this week and I did not know what to expect. There were only 6 of us in the program , plus the instructor so I really liked the intimate feel to the class. There were four men and two women, myself and another girl named Naomi. A quick rundown on the two of us: Naomi is a few years younger than me; she is 25 and I am 28. She's about 5'8" and I am 5'5". I am pretty average build, while Naomi has a very nice slim-hourglass figure.
The class was totally brutal but in a good way. By the end of it, everyone was dripping in sweat and ready to pass out. After we were all done, we headed back to the locker rooms to shower and get changed. Being just the two of us alone in the locker room, Naomi and I quickly hit it off. We were chatting up a storm as we both got ready to hit the showers. I needed to use the toilet beforehand, and we quickly realized we both had the same idea as we each took one of the two stalls in the locker room. I was surprised when she just kept the conversation going as we both sat down to use the bathroom. We both began to pee and I was surprised at how loud and forcefully it sounded like she was peeing. Not only that, but she kept going long after I myself was done. I noticed we were both talking noticeably louder over the sound of her pee. When she finally finished, she apologized, explaining how much water she drank before and during the class. I was ready to leave and go shower, but she was in the middle of a story so it felt rude to get up before she too was done. A subtle grunt and some loud crackling made it clear that she was going to poop too. I could hear in her voice as she kept talking that she was doing some straining. The crackling continued, ever so slowly, for quite some time. After maybe a minute of continuous pushing, she stopped mid sentence and let out an audible grunt before a could hear her poop nearly silently splash down followed by a relieved sounding sigh. She quickly resumed her story right where she left off when she was interrupted by her own turd. While still talking, she flushed her toilet which sounded to struggle mightily before coming to an premature end.. I could tell looking at her feet that she opened her legs to look and she said oh dear. I asked what was wrong, though I already knew the answer. She said her poop was too big to flush down. I laughed and said you must've really needed to go. She said yea and again blamed in on the heavy exercise. She flushed again but again the toilet failed. She asked if she could use my stall to wipe since I was clearly already done. I said sure and quickly flushed my own toilet and exited, letting her into mine. She wiped a few times before flushing herself and coming back out.
We both showered and we're getting redressed when she looked at her phone realized she was running late for sometime and apologized and said she left quickly. I ended up going back to the toilet she'd clogged to see for myself just how big it was. I pushed the door open and nearly fainted haha. Perhaps I should've expected it given how much it takes to clog a commercial grade toilet, but she had taken the biggest turd I'd even seen by a mile. because she had used my stall to wipe, it was totally unobstructed, just laying there in all it's glory. It was partially stuck down the hole and even so I could see at least a foot if not more. I gave the toilet one final flush but it was thoroughly busted. Some poor staff member was gonna have a real surprise waiting for them.
Naomi and I are meeting for coffee ahead of next weekend's class. I am torn on whether I should bring it up with her or not. What do you all think? Thanks!Anna from Austria
@Tlana Yes the men's room was also locked. Would have used it in that emergency. Everything is better than peeing outside without any privacy screen.
@Tricky Thanks for sharing your story
greetings from Austria
Anna