Gracie
I love being home alone
My parents went away for a weekend so I had the perfect idea. Normally, I'm only allowed to wee and poo in my bedroom but as my parents were away, i decided to wee and poo all over the house.
As it was warm at the weekend, I decided I'd have a naked day meaning I could just wee and poo wherever I was standing.
The first lot of poo came as I was in the kitchen before breakfast. I knew I needed a poo as soon as I woke up but wasnt quite ready to poo. When i got into the kitchen, I started weeing all over the floor, then I started to poo. I wasn't pooing for long but left a decent amount of poo on the kitchen floor.
Late morning I was chilling in the living room and I needed a wee, so I weed on the carpet in the middle of the living room. I was back in the living room after lunch when another lot of poo came. So I stood up and pooed on the carpet in the corner of the living room. This time I was pooing before the wee came. I also weed on the hallway floor before dinner.
After dinner, I needed my final poo of the day while I was watching TV. So I pooed on the sofa and as I'd drank quite a bit at dinner, I then started weeing on the living room carpet by aiming the wee while sitting on the sofa.
I did my final wee before bed on my bedroom carpet. I left all the wee and poo out until the next morning before I cleaned it up.Braidy
Bathroom regularity in athletics
I participated in athletics in high school and college, and for the past decade or so I've been teaching and coaching on the college level. Bathroom regularity can come with schedule disciplining and the repetitiveness of routine. Whether it is in practice or under game conditions, bodily needs can be addressed proactively and need to be.
Personally, when I started high school I was both a shy student and shy/reluctant user of school bathrooms. No more holding my 6th and 7th hour needs until I got home. My first coach reminded us 15 and 16 year olds that the first stop when entering the PE complex was putting in time on the toilet. For many of us that was a 10 or 15 second piss, but it was under better conditions than asking one of the coaches during practice, or worse yet, a game, to take a trot to the bathroom. I remember my friend Megan learned her lesson the hard way. First offense the coaching assistant got in her face a bit and told her she was going to owe extra work at the end of practice. Second offense, we stopped a drill and just sat on the gym floor while she ran off for the toilet. Then we were all assigned extra laps when she came back out. At first I thought that was cruel. Now as a coach with a couple of degrees and an understanding of team focus, it is a way of maintaining discipline and control. You visit the toilet when you enter the locker room.
I admit that the toilets will start to smell due to the large number of craps before a practice or game. I suggest mid-crap flushing, especially if the user is playing with an electric device while sitting, and suit up times are largely inflexible. Just as you've got to be available to receive the ball in the game, mental and physical fitness can involve a fast and productive toilet sit. When we're the visiting school, I hear and largely dismiss complaints that the toilets are way to low, there's no privacy door, toilet paper's out, etc. Make do and think of your team. Athletic directors and members of the officiating team don't like delays. By the way, Megan left the team after one year. Discipline isn't always understood.
A few weeks ago I was peeing away on a massively uncomfortable low toilet as I gingerly sat on a obviously loose and busted up seat. My team captain walked in (there was no privacy door on any but one toilet) on me to show me a shoe problem. I praised her for bringing it to me then rather than to have a problem with it during a game. At 6'7", standing was tougher. Luckily Allison gave me a hand. I'm sure she did it to help me, but within second she lowered herself onto the wretched seat. Then she called out to her teammates a five-minute warning.
Yes, I tend to have a regular bathroom schedule. Most mornings my crap is at 6 or 6:30 a.m. when I'm walking our dogs in one or two parks near our apartment. I deliberately crap away from home because I don't want to wake Adam up do the the flushes or the misbehavior of our two dogs that know and look forward to our morning outing. On campus I have a mid-morning and mid-afternoon pee. One or two each evening at our apartment. Sometimes there's a third if Adam and I go out for a few drinks.
Athletics have made me a much more confident and disciplined person and prepared me for a nice career and a teacher-coach. Pretty much what my parents were hoping for all those years ago when they signed my first participation card.
Blake
Lorenz Survey
What is your age?
19
Gender?
Female
Where did you have your most recent crap?
School
How long did you hold it before you finally got on the toilet?
Three Hours
How did you select the specific bathroom and specific toilet?
I picked the closest bathroom to me, considering I felt like I was going to have a very messy accident if I didn't, as for the toilet, the one farthest from the door as it gives me a bit more privacy.
How long did you sit during your crap?
About 20 minutes
Did you have to do any pushing or use a suppository?
I had to push a little bit at the beginning but other than that no pushing.
Did you wipe the seat before sitting on it?
Yes of course, other girls tend to hover when they pee thus spraying the seat.
Did you line the seat with toilet paper? Why or why not?
Yes, I don't really have a reason, maybe cause I was raised to do that or that I don't like the feeling of the cold seat.
If a seat cover was available, did you use it?
No, because one was not available.
Did you wipe from your seat or standing?
I wiped seated
How many swipes did you make?
Seven or eight
Was the toilet paper adequate in quality and quantity?
In quantity yes, in quality no, it was a big roll of single ply paper.
Were you asked any questions about your experience when you rejoined your spouse, friends or colleagues?
No.
Anything else you would like to add?
No.
And that's the end of the survey, or at least that's as far as I'm going.
-Blake
Thursday, May 26, 2022
Tricky
Re: David
To answer your question about pooping at home among friends or family members, I generally don't announce what function I'm going to perform. The exceptions are when there is a specific need or purpose to reveal what I'm about to do. If I'm in the middle of an activity such as housework or cooking, and I need to interrupt the task, I might explain it as such: "I'm going to be in there for at least 5 minutes." Or perhaps there's no toilet paper in the bathroom and I need to ask for some, which is a dead giveaway regarding what I am about to do.
If I'm out with friends, it's similar. In one case, we were walking around the neighborhood and I said "I need to use the bathroom." One of my friends replied, "Just pee behind a bush then." I then explained "I don't need to pee." The situation was getting quite dire and I was about to enter a restroom at a park(it has a urinal and a partitionless open toilet) only to find it was locked, and I ended up walking to a gas station about 1/4 mile away and used a doored stall, barely making it to the toilet in time, as one of my friends decided to keep me company in the Mens' room for some strange reason as I proceeded to clog the toilet with excrement.
For as many times as I've pooped without any privacy at all and without anything left to the imagination of strangers, I'm not an exhibitionist and prefer to get privacy wherever/whenever I can obtain it. Only rarely have friends or family members seen me poop, and always in a residential bathroom, as the only public restrooms I've pooped in with them present had at least a normal doored stall setup. Although if you count coworkers, one of my coworkers did see me sitting in a half stall from the torso up at a rest stop as I loudly farted and plopped away, and we even held conversation. If you count teachers during my school years, a coach saw me pooping into an open toilet in middle school during an emergency, and multiple teachers saw me blasting diarrhea in a half stall at an out-of-town high school after an extracurricular activity.
Regarding a female coworker making fun of me, I could have returned the teasing, but it did not occur to me at the time to even do so. In spite of all the public poops and pees I've done, I'm still shy about both functions, and generally don't see any point in making fun of others for it. I enjoy elimination the most when it's done in quiet and solitude without anyone attention drawn to it. Without external stimuli interrupting my thoughts, it can be a zen-like experience and enjoyable, in-spite of my hatred for doing these things in public. That being said, the presence of others or even a lack of visual or auditory privacy no longer bothers me or is cause for any lasting embarrassment, and I can still enjoy the sensation of going, and probably would still do so even in a crowded Chinese squat toilet.
It's not that I'm brave, it's that I'm desensitized. I eat so much food that when I need to poop, I really have little choice in the matter of where I do so. I seek out the nearest available toilet, whatever/wherever it happens to be. I don't hold it because years ago I decided it's just not worth it after so many close calls and embarrassing ordeals that resulted from doing so(clogged toilets being something I've caused many times), not to mention potential damage to my insides. I eat, drink, and exercise in a way that is keeping me youthful as I approach middle age, and random strangers who don't know me still mistake me for a teenager, so the unwanted side effect of producing copious amounts of waste is a relatively minor inconvenience considering the benefits of my regimen. I'm liable to live a very long time if I keep this up, so peeing every hour or two and crapping one-pound or larger loads 3+ times a day is a minor cost if I'm adding decades to my life span by doing the things that generate all of that bodily waste.
As of today, given how frequently I've used public restrooms of all kinds around the U.S., thousands of people have seen me standing at a urinal, thousands of people have heard me pooping and/or seen me enter or exit a stall before/after pooping, and hundreds of people have actually seen me sitting on an open commode or in a doorless stall. Tens of them have actually seen me wiping my butt and checking the paper. The majority of times I used a doorless stall or open commode, it was an emergency situation where I had little other choice, than perhaps my pants, outside, or a trash can, so obviously a toilet with no privacy was the least worst choice. Bravery had nothing to do with it. I simply didn't want to crap my pants. Once I've used a toilet without privacy enough times during emergencies, doing so with just the most basic non-emergency urge to poop being the case became mundane. Never having to hold it for want of a more private facility is liberating.
I've never been to China, and have no plans on visiting, but if I did, I wouldn't have any issue using one of their public squat toilets. It wouldn't be that strange of an experience for me. The strangest thing would be the squatting position, only because I'm not used to it. My only experiences with the squatting position were those very rare times where I had to poop outside during emergencies, so I don't imagine using a Chinese public restroom to poop would be all that different from a logistics standpoint, and from a privacy standpoint, been there, done that on open commodes and doorless stalls plenty of times or in the case of people seeing my genitals that has happened at urinals a number of times too.
Married couples
I'm a long time lurker. I know I've posted before but I can't remember what name I used so no name for now. Anyway, I'm 36 and my wife is 34. We've been together for over 10 and a half years and married for over 3 and a half years.
I've read posts on here from other married or dating couples recently discussing when one or both partners like to watch their partner go to the bathroom. I told my wife about my interest in that very early in our relationship. Luckily she didn't think it was weird even if she didn't understand at first why I like it so much. Typically I download videos from the internet and she knows about it but we don't talk about it all the time or anything. I've seen her go to the bathroom more to pee than poop and she knows my real interest is pooping. Usually we both want privacy when pooping (she's seen me pee but I usually want privacy for that as well, whereas she never asks for privacy if I ask to use the sink while she pees) and she's particularly private about diarrhea. She's so shy about that she won't even say the word she just says "I'm gonna have the D word" if I'm in the bathroom and she needs me to hurry up and get out before she has an accident. I don't mind though because my interest is in more solid pooping, particularly constipation.
As she knows about my videos she has attempted to film herself for me to watch later, but not for years. One time we were at a fancy hotel and the lighting in that bathroom was perfect and she was super constipated. She filmed herself on the toilet with her phone in between her legs and some of her face (she knows I like seeing facial expressions) but most of the video is a close-up view of the poop coming out. She was so constipated she needed to employ vaginal splinting to get it all out, meaning she puts a finger or thumb in her vagina and pushes against the solid poop on the other side of the rectal wall to help it come out. The vaginal/rectal wall is so thin she's told me she can feel the shape and size of the poop with her finger without putting a finger in her butthole. I've known about this for years, but very recently she told me she also sticks her finger in her butt sometimes, I guess when the splinting doesn't work. She didn't think I'd like hearing that, which is why she never told me, and I was very surprised but also very happy she shared that with me. Anyway, getting back to the hotel story from years ago, it was mostly pebbles with some very wide knobby short logs. It was about 15 and a half minutes long and it was amazing, like a pro!
The other day I realized she must be very backed up but I don't think she really realized it yet. She was complaining of pain and bloating etc. and even said she had a weird pain in her lower abdominal area that stretched to her side and back a little. I even started to worry it might be a blockage which is very serious but I didn't say that because she gets freaked out about health stuff very easily and I didn't want to say it unless I knew she really needed a doctor. She hates doctors and hospitals, so if I said it maybe she would be willing to make an exception and go to the ER. But luckily it didn't go that way and she's fine now. After she pooped she didn't fully finish and it took a couple days until she finally complained she had a soft poop which is unusual for her. She hated it because it meant more wiping but I know that when she has hard poops sometimes she wipes too much or too hard anyway and it makes her butthole bleed a little which sounds unhealthy and just unpleasant. Most of her poops are hard require lots of pushing and straining like Abbie except in this story it was mostly pebbles and no long logs just a few short knobby ones. But it was A LOT and she had to flush in between each wave to prevent clogging the toilet. I'll count the flushes in the video later, but it was probably at least 5 or 6 before she finally felt ready to be done and wipe. Yes, she let me film the whole thing but we'll get to that later.
On this particular day I was up later than her when we were supposed to sleep all day and wake up at night. Sometimes we have normal sleep hours but sometimes more nocturnal and also she tends to sleep in later than me, like even 4-6 hours more (which also worries me because I sleep 7-8 hours most of the time so she often sleeps 12 or more hours at a time which isn't healthy) but that day was different. Instead of falling asleep at the same time, I got up after she fell asleep to play video games, read, etc. When I finally felt tired enough to go to bed I lied down but couldn't sleep. She was farting a lot in her sleep which is unusual. Normally she's really shy about farting. I'm not, I fart all the time in front of her and we always laugh about it. But if she audibly farts it's usually when she's sleeping but awake enough that the fart will wake her up. She'll immediately look at me to see if I heard it and I'll just smile or laugh to indicate I had and she'll smile but be embarrassed and sometimes say shut up or f*** you (playfully) or just cover her eyes and say I can't believe that just happened. But it's rare. Anyway that day and for a couple days before it was different. It was way more gas than usual and almost none of the farts woke her up. I wasn't bothered by the smell I never smell much from her farts. But it kept happening. And they were the short pop type farts that sound like the glass bottle tops that pop when you open them to indicate the seal breaking. So not very loud, but louder than SBD. Then I started piecing it together while I lied there trying to sleep. It was the kind of short quiet farts that force their way around very hard shit. The more she farted and the more I thought about her abdominal complaints and trying to remember the last time she was in the bathroom long enough to poop I realized she hadn't gone in days, maybe even a week or more. I couldn't remember when she'd pooped last and suddenly felt stupid that it took me so long to realize she must be really really backed up. So anyway it was around 8 or 9 PM when that happened and by then I just couldn't sleep. All I could think about was watching her push out a very solid constipated poop like in the video she made me at the hotel. I started planning how I'd wake her up when I realized she set her alarm for 10PM so we could have a talk about our marriage. I tried to figure out a way she could poop in bed so we wouldn't have to get up and go up and back between the toilet and the bed, but I realized that was impossible without some supplies we don't have. So I started to think about reaching over and turning her alarm off before it went off so I could wake her up when I was ready to ask about her need to poop. But before I realized it, it was 10 and the alarm was blaring. She picked up her phone to turn the alarm off and as soon as she did she dropped it on her chest and fell asleep. Later she claimed she said "we can just talk about it tomorrow" but I heard nothing in the moment. So I lied there holding her knowing I was too awake to sleep now but also knowing she was really tired. I assumed she hit snooze so I was expecting another alarm but it never happened. I lied there plotting my next move for what felt like an hour or 2. I looked at the clock and it said 10:17. I was worried if I woke her up she would be mad. But at this point the anticipation was just too much so I made my move. She woke up immediately and I told her how I realized she needed to poop real bad and she was embarrassed about the farting but I told her not to be because that was the final puzzle piece. I asked her to get up and come with me to the bathroom but she said she was too tired to try to poop right now. I wasn't buying it, but maybe it was shyness so I just let it go. She said I could watch her later and we got up. Before we got out of bed she let me put my thumb in her vagina to try to do the vaginal splinting for her, which I've done before but while she was sitting on a toilet. After a few minutes (she was asking me not to stop because she said it felt good which was surprising to me) I asked if she felt like her poop was almost ready to come out, but she said no. I could feel the poop against my thumb and it was huge. At first all I felt was a little pebble. Then I went deeper and felt more. And more. There was so much poop I knew I couldn't feel it all no matter how deep I went in with my thumb.
She left the room and had a few cigarettes and then about an hour later we went to the kitchen to figure out what we wanted to eat when all of a sudden she had to poop NOW. Probably because of her cigarettes. She was like "alright hurry up get in the bathroom." And at first I forgot all about that but then I said "oh you have to go right now!" And she's like "yeah come on come on hurry up!" So we practically ran in there and I took out my phone and started filming (we'd discussed it earlier) and oh my gosh was it a great video. Not like the hotel because the bathroom doesn't have the lighting for it. But I got to record her facial expressions and her face and her grunting was really really… well it's exactly what I like. The video is over 22 and a half minutes! We had to keep stopping to adjust or turn on the flash or take a quick smoke break. She smokes but I don't so I don't want her to smoke in the bathroom and stink it up with cigarettes. But not including breaks it's 22 and a half minutes and there's lots of talking. I thought it might be interesting to type out a transcript of our conversation because it's a lot of poop habit talk. If anyone is interested in reading that let me know. And I just want to say to the other married or dating couples like us: it's great to have this bond, isn't it? To be open about bathroom habits and watch your partner. My wife doesn't share my interests which is why she doesn't watch me poop ever and I haven't let her see me pee in years. Ironically, I'm the one who wants more privacy in the bathroom while she can't fart in any room in front of me without blushing, but I can fart in front of her all day everyday! I am so lucky to be married to the greatest pooper of all time who also lets me watch and never for one second judged me or hesitated to be open with me about her habits or letting me watch.david
Re tricky + A question for everyone
1) When you are in need of a poo and you are at home with family or among friends do you tell them you need to go nr 2 before you go? How do you proclaim it?
- I personally always say I'm going to use the toilet when at home, all my family members do that. We always say "i'm going to take a shit" and off we go. Outside of family I don't say anything, I am pretty awkward about it. I remember twice going for nr 2 in public when there was a line waiting for me and it is just terribly uncomfortable knowing that only a wooden door of a few inches separates my struggles from dozens of people staring at my door!
When I was a kid I was pooping with the door open ( i don't know why maybe i was claustrophobic?) and a 30 something lady was waiting almost right in front of me. She stood there waiting for at least 3 minutes spurring me on to hurry up. After a while she left and I finally got the courage to wipe. I basically froze on the toilet seat with her eyes staring at me.
Tricky that was weirdly very interesting to read, it is weird that women make fun of you pooping at work when you can hear them poop yourself, you could return the teasing to them as you can hear them too.
You would fit right in in China, I have a friend who lives there and he tells me it is not uncommon at all to see people pooing without doors or partitions in public toilets. There is even less privacy as it are just holes in the floor so genitals are completely in the open as well.
I wish I had your courage really.Winnie
Pooh bear
I'm just going do Lorenz survey :
What is your age? 17 just had a birthday yesterday
Gender? Female
Where did you have your most recent crap?home
How long did you hold it before you finally got on the toilet? 5 minutes
How did you select the specific bathroom and specific toilet? Any bathroom work
How long did you sit during your crap? 20 minutes FaceTime with Tyson chatting
Did you have to do any pushing or use a suppository? No
Did you wipe the seat before sitting on it?no
Did you line the seat with toilet paper? Why or why not? I don't see the need
If a seat cover was available, did you use it? Not really
Did you wipe from your seat or standing? Seat now with Tyson I stand up and bend over and spread my cheeks when I was with Dean stand up and hunch over
How many swipes did you make? Depends how much I let out
Was the toilet paper adequate in quality and quantity? Both
Were you asked any questions about your experience when you rejoined your spouse, friends or colleagues? Tell them in advance I'm very open
Anything else you would like to add? No
What is your age? 17
Gender? Female
When did you have your most recent piss? 2 minutes
How long did you hold it before you gave in and did it? 2 hours
How long did it take you to select the specific bathroom and apparatus? No
How long did it take you to complete your piss? 2 minutes
Did you have any trouble getting it started or in maintaining flow? No
Did you wipe the seat before sitting on it? Sit
Did you line the seat with toilet paper before sitting on it? No
Did you line the seat with toilet paper? Why? Why not? Don't see the use
If a seat cover was available, did you use it? Why or why not? Same answer above
Thanks for surveySteve A
Student Athletes & Gym Members: Regular bathroom schedules?
I'm not sure if this topic has ever been talked about on here or not, but I've been thinking about this topic recently and there may or may not be some truth to it, I'll explain:
In my experience, I only played sports during middle school and one year during high school. During that time, I've noticed that I've developed a regular bathroom schedule, due to after school practices and my diet during my schooling years.
However, even though I didn't think about it much during the time, I've realized overtime that it would make sense if student athletes and gym members had regular bathroom schedules due to their daily routines and games/practices.
Furthermore, if you were a former student athlete and/or a gym member, did you have a regular bathroom schedule during that time?
Do you still have a regular bathroom schedule as of today, despite any lifestyle changes?
Anna from Austria
first poop on squat toilet ever
Hello everybody.
Have been on a trip to France last week. It was very interesting and I also had to use a squat toilet in rural area for number 2.
That was quite funny. I was more worried about encountering squat toilets during my trip to Japan because I heard that were common there. Was lucky there and I could just use modern western toilets and then I encountered them in in the middle of Europe, the least place where I would expect such type toilets.
Pooping in squatting postion was not an issue. I had 2 or 3 bms in the woods already. Using the squat toilet was still problamatic to me.
Because I had no clue how to squat properly and not to miss the toilet.
I somehoe managed it to squat in the right way and everything went in the right the direction.
The poo it self was not spectacular. I did my pee first, then a fart, and one turd, another fart and a smaller turd.
It was rather soft and there was no toilet paper. Luckily I always carry lots of hankerchiefs in my handbag so that was not a problem at all.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Matthew
Airplane pooping
The story about flight attendants and pooping on planes reminded me of a story. I was on a plane waiting to use the toilet when I overheard two male flight attendants having a conversation. One said to the other, "I can't wait to get off of this plane. I have to take a ferocious crap." The other one suggested he use the head on the plane. The first one said, "Never!" As soon as we pulled up to the gate, the desperate FA exited the plane. I followed him as he walked very purposely through the terminal. He passed the rest rooms by the gates and descended to baggage claim, probably because the toilets are less busy down there and afford a bit more privacy. I followed him in and took the stall next to him as he entered. He pulled down his pants and as he sat, he let out a loud fart followed by a very soft stool that was huge. The smell was very strong. He then let out a very loud sigh. His relief was evident. He then wiped what must have been a very sticky and messy bowel movement judging from the many passes it took. I exited my stall as he exited his and at the sinks, he remembered me from the flight and smiled sheepishly. He said, "that's one stop I really needed to make!" We both laughed.
Mistee
Boating and Bathroom Needs
This happened just over 10 years ago. I had met brothers Brad and Bryan at a party. I was 18. They were 5 years older and grad students. They said they liked me because I was fun-loving and adventurous. The party was on Friday night and the next day they had a boat rented in which to spend some time on the river. I didn't tell my mom directly about them because he wouldn't have let me go out with them. But there was something that drew me to Brad and Bryan. I had never been in a real boat before on the river. My last crap had been 3 days earlier during homeroom and and I had that bulging feeling in my gut. I took 2 laxative pills before bed. But that was at 12 midnight when I had just made curfew.
After my coffee the next morning I was hopeful for a crap. Nothing. So I headed out to my car and drove to the marina, which was about an hour on the other side of our city. About 10 minutes into the trip I had to stop at a gas station for a pee. I sat on a cold toilet seat just above an over-active air vent a couple of minutes longer than usual. Then I pulled up my brand new white jean shorts, flushed and then continued my trip. At the marina I headed right into the marina in search of its bathroom. I knew Brad and Bryan were probably waiting outside but I did a 1/2 pee and was hopeful that my crap would come. It didn't. I flushed, washed my hands, and hurried out to the dock.
Brian was operating and he seemed agitated by the wait. Brad, on the other hand, was smiling as I stubbed my toe on the hole in the wooden dock. He said I should go back and use the bathroom. I told him I had been to the bathroom 4 times already and he said I must have a beaker holding my pee. I figured they had been fantasizing about watching me pee. I had seen a very well-stocked cooler as I got in. I asked what kind of apparatus there was when I had to go to the bathroom. I emphasized WHEN rather than IF because I know my body. One of my early boyfriends called it a FNS frequent need system. Brian and Brad just shrugged their shoulders. Then they slapped hands. I knew then I had made a good decision in wearing traditional cloth underwear rather than one of the several colorful thongs I own.
Within an hour we had boated into the next county. There were boats of all shapes and sizes out and we were enjoying the sunny day. I had downed a lot of soda and I accidentally burped several times. But when I tried to repress it, in the past that is where my laxative kicks in. I saw restroom signs on a couple of the landing we had passed and I told them to stop at the next one. Brian kept up a steady speed and a few minutes earlier Brad told me he was going to go to the back of the boat and shake things up for the fish. He said it was important to have the wind to you back in such a case and then he opened up and did an arch-type pee that I found fascinating to watch. It was obvious the brothers had spent a lot of time boating.
Finally, I gave in and told them I needed to stop and get on a toilet bad. I told them about the laxative and what was likely to happen. Shortly thereafter I made another plea for them to stop. Then I playfully cursed them in another language, and went to the same spot from which Brad had peed. I let my shorts drop to the floor, lowered by undies just enough to clear my anal area, and I push farther back on the wood, something that was tearing at my skin. Brad turned, saw what was happening and alerted Brian. He turned around, cursed and said I was going to be responsible for fish kill. Both seemed surprised, though, that I was taking a shit. Brad came over to help me. The first piece was well-formed, about the size of a hot dog, and Brad dropped to his knees in front of me and held me by the inner-knees. He said he would hold me but that I should scoot back another inch to make sure my crap cleared the wood. I used my forefinger to touch my hole and then I dropped it downward to make sure it was clearing the wood. Brad seemed surprised when pounds of soft crap blasted out. Sometimes, you could hear the splash into the water. I told him that I had taken a laxative and that I might have 3 or 4 additional bouts.
Luckily there were no other boaters nearby at first, although a few minutes later I got hoots from several drunks on one. They started some "Come on down to my boat..." chants but Brian picked up the speed. Finally we stopped at a pretty good sized dock. I went directly to a portable toilet where I sat in the melting heat and tried to clean myself with only minimal toilet paper available. Then I had another explosive episode and I had to re-do it. Since they were so smeared, I left my undies on the floor next to the toilet. An hour later I regretted that decision; I had to pee off the board again. Brian changed course again to give me privacy. It doesn't seem fair but he didn't have to go to the bathroom all that afternoon. I wish I could have been that lucky.
To James F. I agree with you. The woman should have gone in the terminal before boarding.
To Elvia: Yes, a few times I have sat on a toilet rim. Peeing that way wasn't bad; crapping that way was more awkward, but I got it done. I think some people deliberately steal public toilet seats. Why I don't know. I mentioned it to my dad once and he thought it was hilarious.
To david: the last year I was in high school I knew a couple of friends who had gotten office referral/detention time for having their electronics out and on their lap while they sat on the toilet. A friend of mine suggested to the journalism teacher that it would be a good story for the student newspaper. The teacher declined because it was her first year and she did not yet have her tenure.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Winnie great story about your airport poop.
To: Princess Opal great set of stories.
To: Erica T great story about your huge poop during yoga at least you avoided an accident and didn't poop yourself mid yoga pose.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Tuesday, May 24, 2022
Thunder
Lorenz Survey
My most recent crap was in the office toilet...tried to shit before leaving home.
Went to a customer and held on for a couple of hour till I got to my own office toilet. I do not wipe the seat...does not achieve much...I did not have to push too hard and had a reasonable size BM....I then did quite a good wee. I wiped probably six times...I fold the toilet paper and wipe from the front...I cannot get around the back...my wiping was incomplete, maybe, as wiping is difficult due to flexibility and difficulty in griping the toilet paper....I would only have been on the pot for say 4 minutes.
Nobody knew I went to the toilet as there was nobody at work. Also nobody came into the toilets whilst I was there.
The poo felt good!
As to the wee....the flow was OK and started Ok and volume average to larger. By the way....I sit to wipe.
Gender ....male...age not young!
TrickyGnosis
Replies
Re: David, average pooping session
Typically, soon after and within an hour or so after breakfast, soon after and within an hour or so after lunch, and occasionally a third sit down session in the late afternoon. The 3rd daily workplace dump was an event that occurred perhaps 2 days a week at work, or almost always if I worked extra hours. If this 3rd poop of the day didn't happen at work, it would usually be soon after I left, usually when out running errands or visiting friends. Back then, that usually meant 3 public poops a day, and only rarely did I poop at home, usually requiring a plunger or the coat hangar if I did poop at home and most often if my morning poop decided to come out before going to work or leaving home on the weekend to run errands. Being that I eat a very high calorie, high-fiber, mostly produce and legume diet, each of those poops is on average about one-foot long, 1-1.5 inches wide, weighty, solid, roughly 1 lb, and in spite of me going through a gallon of water a day and burning the calories I consume off, these poops tend to be smeary, messy, and because of the copious fiber and my reluctance to release my voluminous farts in the vicinity of my coworkers when not in the restroom, embarrassingly flatulent.
This is an inevitable side effect of a dietary and exercise regimen that keeps me rail thin, in spite of me consuming 4,000+ calories a day like a lardass. But that said, these poops feel just right. They're firm, leave a satisfying vacuum, don't hurt to come out, and while the cleanup around the alimentary orifice is more often than not messy these poops do leave my insides feeling cleaned after they thoroughly scrub everything out.
It's when something disrupts my routine that it gets ugly. If I get dehydrated, skip a meal, hold it(as I did a number of times to avoid pooping in a doorless stall or stall-less toilet with an unwanted audience when younger, a habit I've gladly been able to stop), or any other number of things that mess with the timing of my digestive system, then the next poop will be extremely large with the accompanying high risk of clogging even the most powerful public commode and usually leave my butt a smeary mess requiring lots of cleanup, after causing considerable discomfort during the process of depositing it. And I've clogged many a public commode. Low-flow residential toilets fare even worse, and for my home commode, both a plunger and a coat hangar are always at the ready, given that they see a lot of use even in normal circumstances.
Re: Princess Opal, finding a poop friend
It has been my personal experience that such people find you, even if you're not looking for them. At an office I used to work at, I commonly pooped there 2-3 times on any given day. Not only is this why I had so many awkward situations involving the cleaning ladies, but my morning bowel movements also ended up overlapping with the daily routine of a coworker. This particular coworker often took his morning dump within the first hour after work started, just as I did. Being one not to like to waste time, I almost always used the Mens' room on my floor instead of going out of my way to hide the obvious fact that I poop(unless a cleaner had the door propped open, then I'd find a different floor). This coworker had the same habit. It was a tossup whether I'd enter a stall only for him to come in while I was seated, or for me to enter a stall after he'd already started stinking the room up, but over the course of the two years we worked together, we'd probably pooped in those adjacent stalls hundreds of times. After the first few times where we already recognized each others' shoes, we started conversing to each other. A large number of times, we wiped and finished up close enough together that we met at the sinks, and on rare occasions, we both entered the Mens' room at the same time. When I was transferring to a new job, the last day of work at that office he entered the adjacent stall while I took my morning poop and made the comment "This is the last time you will ever use that toilet. Don't you have any sentimental attachment to it?" We both laughed our asses off so hard the farts just thundered out.
Re: Elvia, using seatless toilets
I probably use such a toilet 2-3 times a month. I eat like a horse and do a lot of bike riding, the consequence being that I often need to poop during my bike rides, sometimes multiple times during a ride(especially if I've gone through a 1 lb bag of almonds the morning of a 100+ mile ride). This has required me to sit upon seatless stainless-steel or aluminum toilets at parks and camp sites, with no seat or lid. These toilets are not comfortable, but they are preferable by far to pooping outside in public. I've learned my lesson that when nature calls, I can be punished if I don't listen, so I use them if that is what I'm presented with when the need arises and I find a facility, even if they are in doorless stalls or totally in the open with no coverage, even if there are other people in the room as I'm taking my seat. The only thing that will make me hold it is if the surface of the rim is visibly filthy. I won't knowingly or willingly ever sit in someone else's poop. But as long as the seat's clean or just has a little splashed piss that can be wiped away, and there's adequate toilet paper, any toilet is fair game for me to begin a sit-down session. No matter how clean such a toilet is, it always feels like I'm sitting in some stranger's urine, which isn't an experience I'm fond of.
The most memorable case of me using such a seatless toilet was using one at a park in a restroom with an open ceiling, and subsequently being walked in on by a police officer mid-poop. It was memorable because it made me consider that this is exactly what shitting in jail must be like. I recounted the story on page 2932.
Lorenz
Toilet Habits Survey
Me and my friend Melany have been spending a lot of time at the park. It is a relatively quiet place to study for a couple of killer finals we have in Chemistry and Classic Literature. I packed the lunches one day and she brought the food the second. So we spent seven to eight hours each day studying, minus some discussion of our toilet habits. Hence the survey below:
What is your age?
Gender?
Where did you have your most recent crap?
How long did you hold it before you finally got on the toilet?
How did you select the specific bathroom and specific toilet?
How long did you sit during your crap?
Did you have to do any pushing or use a suppository?
Did you wipe the seat before sitting on it?
Did you line the seat with toilet paper? Why or why not?
If a seat cover was available, did you use it?
Did you wipe from your seat or standing?
How many swipes did you make?
Was the toilet paper adequate in quality and quantity?
Were you asked any questions about your experience when you rejoined your spouse, friends or colleagues?
Anything else you would like to add?
What is your age?
Gender?
When did you have your most recent piss?
How long did you hold it before you gave in and did it?
How long did it take you to select the specific bathroom and apparatus?
How long did it take you to complete your piss?
Did you have any trouble getting it started or in maintaining flow?
Did you wipe the seat before sitting on it?
Did you line the seat with toilet paper before sitting on it?
Did you line the seat with toilet paper? Why? Why not?
If a seat cover was available, did you use it? Why or why not?
Did you wipe from the seat or from standing?
How many swipes did you make?
Was the toilet paper adequate in quality and quantity?
Were you asked questions about your experiences when you rejoined your spouse, friend or colleague?
What else would you like to add?
Age 20
Male
Lorenz
9 a.m. this morning at the park
I did not try to hold it.
Melany and I were about an hour into our study session. I walked about a block over to where the toilet building was. Three toilets. I took the middle one because the other two had jammed up bowls.
I sat right down on the seat. I'm a bare-butt man these days.
I sat no more than 10 minutes, but it was all over in the first two.
Only minor pushing was necessary; I shifted my weigh on the seat once.
Three pieces of toilet paper--a couple of swipes with each from my seat.
The toilet paper wasn't the quality we have at my apartment.
Melany is kind of a nervous person--she asked if I had fallen asleep or if I was playing with myself. She knows I often get an erection under such circumstances.
Age 21
Female
(Filled out by Melany during a break in studying)
I had my most recent piss about an hour ago at the park.
I don't hold my pisses. I've had multiple urinary track infections. In high school I carried a card to show teachers that there was no question when I needed to leave a class. One resisted and was written up by the administration.
I used the far end stall of a like a 7 stall line in the bathroom. A couple of the toilets had seats busted off, probably stolen, and I've been told the end stall receives the less use.
It was probably just under 2 minutes. My pisses are slow trickles to start and really wicked once they begin. One older lady took the toilet next to me and there's no way she couldn't have heard the pounding into the water. No way!
I've never papered a toilet seat since I was like 8 when my mom still made me.
I stand to wipe. It gets my knees working sooner.
One wipe.
It was adequate for a single wipe.
Lorenz and I like to playfully mess with one another when we're bored.
Nothing else to add. But sometimes in parks when the restroom buildings have not been unlocked, I squat piss in a largely abandoned place away from the main trail in the park. Once last year I had been drinking at a picnic and I sat over a storm drain.
Erica T--I liked your Yoga class story. When you are in bathrooms like that do you find that some or a majority of the women seat themselves on paper instead of bare-butt?
"Teacher Accident" story. That is so damn interesting!
Winnie
Pooh bear
Princess Opal: girl I would love to have pooping buddy like you, you have great stories.
Yesterday after lunch I was on the toilet pooping from the breakfast I ate, so before I went to my next class, I stopped by the restroom took the first stall, took my shorts and panties down to my ankles and sat on the toilet and produced till I was empty and I looked between my legs and I see the bowl was filled so I got up and the toilet took two flushes sat down and up to do so , took like 15 minutes to wipe, so I missed 30 minutes of class had 15 minutes left of class left got Saturday school to make up the 30 minutes this weekend cause I'm over the tardy limit oh well I felt lighter lol and I was rewarded later on by Tyson well that's allEvan C.
Hiking with my girlfriend and hef sister
Hello. I have a story To tell you. This took place last summer when me, my girlfriend. and her sister went hiking. We are In our late 20s and early 30s. It was 3 days/2 nights trip. The trip was great. Beautiful landscapes and forests. Not many other hikers around. As many of you in this forum; I'm also interested in pooping and absolutely love pooping myself. The thing about hiking and camping is that there usually aren't regular toilets. Sometimes not even outhouses. It kinda breaks usual habits and almost forces people to be more open about pooping and peeing I'm quite open about my toilet habits. I openly fart around my girlfriend (Mary). She is more shy about it, but after 3 years of dating she has been more open about it. And sometimes farts when I'm around. Her sister seems to be quite open person. But we obviously don't discuss about these things on a regular basis.
First day of hiking was somewhat rough. It was hot summer day. My girlfriends sister (Amber), complained a lot. But its kinda normal her. We kept ourselves hydrated and ate a lot. Couple times girls went to bushes to pee. They complained how easy it is for men to pee standing up. When the sun was setting we found this place next to a river. There was a fireplace and outhouse nearby. We set up our tents and called a day.
Next morning when I woke up I noticed Mary had left our tent. I heard she and Amber chatting next to the fireplace. While I was putting my clothes on I heard Mary fart out loud. Amber laughed. Soon after she asked for toilet paper from Amber and went to outhouse nearby. I was sure she had to poop. She is a morning pooper. I got up and started to make us breakfast. Soon After Mary came back. After few sips of coffee I had To poop aswell. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and went to outhouse. It was pretty regular wooden one-seater with a small window. I lifted up seat cover and couldn't resist to peek under it. There was two fresh turds made by Mary. They were pretty solid. One was bigger with a round tip. It clearly was the "beginning" of the both turds before it broke half. It looked like she didn't even try to cover her creations. Much as I liked to admire her creations, I was starting to be quite desperate. I lowered my pants and sat on the warm seat. Immediatelly I let out this long hissing fart. Soon after my turd was starting to make its way out. I have to admit; This was one of the most satisfying poops I have ever had. This thick log spread my anus very wide. The sensation of turd rubbing my entire rectum was outstanding. I let out this gruntly moan while massive amount of fecal matter came out. Some gas came out aswell making this hissing sound. One last loose fart and piss at the end. When I finished my pee I felt so empty. Many of you probadly can relate to this feeling. When you have completely emptied your bowels, you have this very good "emptiness" feeling in your stomach. After a couple minutes sitting I wiped my ass and pulled my pants. I looked in the pit below and could see my large turds next to Marys. Mine were bigger but a bit lighter brown. I left the outhouse and finished my morning coffee. About a hour later when we were packing our tent Amber came to us laughing hard. "You really are made for each other", she said. Mary asked what'so funny. "I just took a peek inside the outhouse. I haven't seen so big logs ever". Mary was pretty embarassed.
End of the hiking journey went well. After that experience, I feel like we have completely "broken the ice" about pooping, and we were more open about such things. Even Amber let out some farts during the trip. She pooped later that day in the bushes. Amber still keeps reminding us (especially Mary) about that outhouse experience. Mary isn't that embarassed anymore.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Ronette great story.
To: Teacher Accident it sounds like she gambled with a fart and lost but at least she handled it well.
To: Emma Two great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS: I love this siteSquatSpotter
to HKS
HKS-
I understand completely about stress, anxiety and accidents. I have high functioning autism and being overstimulated causes my bladder to empty itself and sometimes I have poop accidents as well. I wear diapers because of that and there is no shame in you wearing them either just know that. Also I don't know if your a guy or a girl but another thing I do is keep a pee bottle nearby whenever I'm driving or not near a toilet and go in it even when I feel the slightest urge which of course means less accidents. I hope you figure something out soon and let us know what it is.Mina
Dear Princess Opal
We are happy you are reading my old posts! I started about 9 years ago I think. I don't remember well. It is difficult to find my posts because "mina" is part of many word, like interminable or terminate, I found on site. But if you type "Kazuko" or Maho" in search space, you will find almost of my posts maybe. You can also try "Hisae". We wish you a good luck!
Love to everyone
Mina + 3david
Describe your average pooping session
I usually go for my nr 2 at home after breakfast and then sometimes a second time in the evening also at home.
I usually spend about 10 to 12 minutes on the seat but most of the time goes to scrolling on my phone. If I anticipate a struggling bowel movement I usually take off my pants and squat on the toilet seat Asian style. Pooping goes better that way but the downside is loud and hard splashing when the poop hits the water. If I think everything will be swift and smooth I sit on the seat bend forward with my elbows on my knees. I never sit straight as there won't be any movement that way. My pants when not taken off are usually down at knee height.
Before the mobile phone days I often read a comic or magazine while pooping now I surf the internet. I would describe my poo as soft in several pieces, I rarely have one of those long snakes. The initial burst after sitting down usually gives about 4 to 5 smaller chunks together with a long pee then after 2 minutes a second wave comes, often much looser than the first wave. After That I sit without much happening except a second round of pee. Then it is wiping time, I usually need a lot of paper to get clean.
So how does your average BM look like?Winnie
Pooh bear
Woke up this morning having anxiety kick in called up Tyson and let him know where my head was at and I walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and peed while talking to him and we agreed that our feelings are so strong for one another that it's crazy so after peeing I put him on FaceTime while we talked with me and the shower with him having morning poop, so later on I we rode our bikes together to the park wearing shirt and shorts flip flops it looks like it about to rain I just invited him to my house for lunch so, have a great weekend stay safe.
Elvia
Toilets without seats
Has anyone else here ever used a toilet without a seat by directly sitting on the rim? I've done it a lot visiting family in Central America. A lot of bathrooms don't have toilet seats and people don't go out of their way to buy them. Even public bathrooms don't always have them. It's always a weird sensation if you're used to seats. It's only a inch or two different, but sitting can feel completely alien at first. And always very cold!Princess Opal
The BIGGEST poop I've had in 5 months!
Tuesday, I got the real effects of the senna tea! First of all I decided to try something naughty, so the past few days I've tried peeing in the sink. The first time I did it, I was super excited because it was dark and the bathroom door was open! All the other times have been behind closed doors. But back to the senna. I decided I'd lay toilet paper on the floor and see if my turd would curl up if I squatted! So I just took my pants totally off, squatted, and could feel my anus open up! Soon a poop was coming out! It was around 8-9" long and 3" thick! Unfortunately my anus was a bit sore after pooping that out. I hadn't had a poop that big since January. And yeah, it started to coil up a bit when my turd hit the ground. It was darker on one end than the other, does that mean one end was from an older meal? And it was all in one nice piece, too! I could tell it was the curry from the day before! Seriously, I felt clean and light for at least an hour! It clogged the toilet, too.
The next day, I had a smaller, but still very nice poop! I sat down on the toilet, and it just slid out, feeling very good, and I was surprised to see it was as long, although less thick, as the one on Tuesday, considering it didn't take long at all! And this was in 2 pieces. I was very happy after that one, too! I didn't go poop at all yesterday and am hoping I can go today. I have felt like I needed to since I've gotten up, but I've sat down twice and couldn't do it either time! Since it'll be 2 days' worth, I hope it'll be a big one! I'll be annoyed if I get all clogged up again.
Lastly, what's some advice on finding a "poop friend"? I guess I've become less private with my bodily functions partially because I desire a close friend I don't have to hide stuff from. My mom used to tell me horror tales about girls at public school having buddy dumps, and it made me glad to be homeschooled, but now I think it sounds kinda cool! I also thought I'd be too embarrassed to use the school showers, but now I don't think I'd be too shy even for that! I'm becoming a lit more open than the rest of my family. I worry about judgment, but I realize I just really need a friend who won't judge me!
Winnie
Pooh bear
Last night spent dinner with Tyson and his family had a full course meal , all sorts of pastas , it was so ???? good that I had two plates of food. Plus couple hours later I hate whole bowl of ice cream and I knew that I was going to be in trouble for everything but Tyson know that I didn't care, so around 8 , after cuddling with each other I let him know that it was time, so he walks to the bathroom with me and we lock the door cause his parents don't know nor mine that we both know what we look like. So anyway I take off everything from waist down and sit on the toilet with my legs close and unleash in the toilet till it was full for no water plus the lunch I had was in there too so got up let Tyson so my artwork he was so thrilled with it. So it took 3 plunges and 4 flushes to get all of it down and by the time it left several sikd marks we both laughing about it and he came behind me and bent me over and spread my cheeks and gently started to wipe me with a wet cloth of his till I was got cleaned afterwards he took his poop after that we took a shower together and redressed. I know it was very tempting but I want the grand slam with him but I know it's hard but I never felt like that in long time
Tricky
Re: David, hearing female coworkers pooping through the vent
Indeed, I have heard various female coworkers pooping through the vent. They've heard me as well.
One particular indecent stands out in my memory. I got into the habit of carrying reading material into the Mens' room with me whenever I had to poop, and it did not go unnoticed by my coworkers. On one particular occasion, I was heading to the Mens' room just as a 20-something half-white half-Latina secretary was heading to the Womens'. She was very pretty and had a nice figure, about 120 lbs with a height of 5'8", with long black hair. She smiled at me as we entered our respective restrooms, me with my magazine in hand which she clearly saw.
I shut the stall door, dropped my pants to my ankles, and took my seat. As I was letting the solid mass work its way out on its own, from the vent I heard the sound of a stall door latching shut and clothing being unbuttoned and then I felt the toilet I was seated upon shift slightly upward. The wall-mounted toilets for the Mens' and Womens' room shared the same wall, and that shift I felt was definitely her taking her seat on the commode positioned just behind the one I was seated upon. The vent was also at the top of the wall, between the two Mens' room stalls, connected to the Womens' room.
From the other side, I heard some peeing. Then it got quiet, just as my turtle's head started taking a peek at the toilet water below me. I started dropping out a thick log just as I heard a low-pitched fart rippling from the room next door. *BRA-A-A-A-A-A-A-P* It was immediately followed by a *ploonk*.
I followed up with some loud cracking, then a fart of my own. *RORT* My turd kept working its way out. From the next room over, I heard a high-pitched *PRRRRR-r-r-r-T* followed by a *BLOOSH*
My turd continued to slide out as I heard audible straining from the next room over. "Urrrgh. Urgh. Urgh. Urrrrgh." I could hear her grunting, as if she was putting in significant effort.
A minute or so later, *BLOOP*, my log loudly dropped in. I felt there was more, and strained a bit, only to release a loud fart. *BRORT* It loudly echoed about the room, and I heard laughing coming from the Womens' room. The laughing was her voice for sure. From the other room, I heard "Ugh." *ploop* *ploop* *FWER-r-r-r-r-r-r-t* *plunk* "Ahhhh."
Soon after, I heard the toilet paper in the next room over being rolled and torn from its dispenser. I could hear her cleaning herself.
My second turd slid out, loudly hitting the water with a *BLOOP-t*
From the next room over, I heard her laughing and whispering to herself, "That's exactly what I heard, isn't it. God that's awkward." I started rolling the paper and wiping at roughly the same time I heard her buttoning her clothes up. I heard the toilet flush, stall door open, and the sink run while I was wiping up. A minute or so later, I emerged from the stall and washed my hands.
I walked passed her desk, magazine in hand, as she looked at me and sheepishly smiled. It was clear that we both knew that the other knew exactly what we were doing minutes ago. Her butt noises were indistinguishable from that of anyone else's, and she knew what mine sounded like too. There was no hiding it. If she could hear my noises, it was clear that I could heard hers.
Some weeks later, the noises traveling between the two restrooms were brought up in conversation. She was far from the only women I heard pooping, and far from the only woman who heard me poop, at that office, but she mentioned that it felt weird that we could hear each other use the toilet. Some coworkers, male and female, admitted they went to use another floor for #2, to avoid this.
I have other stories to tell. On one occasion, two female coworkers went into the Womens' room together as they saw me enter the Mens' room, one being a younger lady of my age, the other being middle-aged. As they were peeing, I unintentionally ripped a loud fart in the stall I was seated in, and the middle-aged lady sarcastically yelled my name to scold me for it, followed by "No one wants to hear that! At least wait until we've left." I could hear the other lady bursting out in laughter. I was too embarrassed to deliver a witty retort and continued my poop.
As for cleaning ladies in the U.S., I've found the vast majority of the time, they at least knock on the door and announce their intent to enter first. There have been exceptions. I've been intruded upon by cleaning ladies while using the Mens' room not just at that office I worked at, but also at a shopping mall, a grocery store, gas stations, a library, a Walmart, and a number of highway rest stops. But I can say with confidence, that it is less than 5% of the time that they intrude without first announcing themselves and asking if anyone is in the room. In my case, I've had so many incidents of that sort because I've used public restrooms many thousands of times, and got the knock on the door hundreds of times for sure. I eat like a horse and go through a gallon of water a day, so I use public restrooms a lot more than the average person, so it is inevitable that me and the janitors cross paths while I'm engaged in an excretory function of some sort.
Saturday, May 21, 2022
James F
Re: Anthony T - Cutting the Line in an Emergency
A bit of a delayed response to the post on page 2943 but reading that story I could maybe play devils advocate a bit as I'v been friends with several people who've worked in the airline business as Flight Attendants and Pilots.
In terms of locking the toilet doors when the plan was in serious turbulence I think people maybe don't release the potential the danger there. If the plane loses altitude rapidly in that situation you can effectively have zero g which can cause serious injury, I remember reading about a case were a woman was allowed to use a toilet and ended up being paralysed due to a broken neck.
Even on the ground the queuing system for take off can be quiet chaotic and if your in a situation were you can't take your slot due to someone using the toilet you can lose it and end up waiting quite a long time, I can see why they wanted to avoid that if the flight was already delayed. I'm guessing if the woman had been as desperate as she was latter they would have let her use the toilet then but again during turbulence bad enough for the FA's to be seated I think that has to come second to safety even if someone is close to an accident.
I'd definitely have felt sorry for her to end up in that situation but I'm not sure anything the FA's did was wrong. A bit cruel to say in public but honestly from your description it does seem like this wasn't some illness that hit her, it was her delaying having a solid poo for too long before the hold up happened. Not to sound too harsh but ultimately the way that could have been avoided is if she'd just gone to the toilet at the airport, she did ultimately take a gamble not doing that, getting onto a plane probably needing to poo quite badly knowing it could be delayed to the degree that a wait of just over an hour results in such a disastrous solid poop accident.Thunder
Boat Pooping etc
In my younger days I was often on boats....we had a small 12 foot boat...I had done wees but never a poo....we were only out for short times and I
always got by OK
We then upgraded to a 22 foot boat which had a toilet up the front and as it was under the front deck it was a sit down job, whatever the case may be. We had a roller blind for privacy...once again I only ever did a wee.
We upgraded to an even bigger boat with its own toilet in a very small room, just like a cupboard...you could stand up but if sitting on the throne your knees would be against the door. It was called a thunder box.
as we often went away for a few days I had many BM's in that confined space.
Later I got my own 18 foot boat and we would go out very early in the morning and come back early afternoon....we always went deep sea fishing.
We would take a dump in a bucket up the front of the boat or hang bum over side and do the need. Nobody could see us except those in the boat...there was between two or three of us.
One of my fishing mates use to get regularly constipated but the rocking of the boat etc always got his bowels moving without fail...he would always take a crap or two or sometimes three!
It did not bother us.Winnie
Pooh bear
To Ronette: thanks for the kind words, awesome stories,
I wish I was your pooping buddy lol, I know that you probably tell me get the air freshener.
Over the weekend I went to the airport with Tyson and his dad and his dad happened to be a pilot and I let him know that I never been on a plane before so, he took us on the plane showed me around my nerves got the best of me even though we were on the ground 10 minutes of explaining the plane and the functions of them my bowels was ready to function, so I let Tyson know what was the problem so I walked to the bathroom and closed the door and lowered the seat down and then turned around and lowered my skirt to my crocs sat down on the toilet and it felt like a portal potty which was cool I pretty much poop and pee pretty much anywhere has a toilet, after pooping a good amount I wiped throughly and rejoined them and Tyson was really nice about it later on that day we had take off and honestly I believe that he is the one well that's all
Thomas
Something I saw yesterday after lunch
Yesterday around four PM I had a gyro without tomato (I don't like tomatoes) for a late lunch/early dinner. After I finished eating and paid for my meal I had some peach and mango gelato at another restaurant nearby (The place where I had lunch does not have desserts on the menu.).
After this I bought some dark chocolate bars with raspberry filling , vitamin supplements, and bottled water at a Rite Aid on that street.
When I came out of the drug store a father and his grade-school aged son (who looked to be between eight and ten years old) were walking down the sidewalk. They were walking along at a pretty good clip and the son suddenly stopped walking and bent his knees and clenched his fists. I needed to suddenly swerve to the left to keep from walking into him. (Also, I'm not one-hundred percent sure, but I think I heard a crinkling sound when he bent his knees.)
Just then I heard the father say, "Zeke, what are you doing?" and he proudly announced, "Going Poo-Poo!". His father then asked him if he wanted to wait to do that in the potty and he said "No."
I don't know what happened next because I kept walking down the sidewalk to get my groceries back to my apartment less than a mile away.
Ms Menopause
I had to pee on my airplane seat
As someone with an older bladder I always fly wearing an adult absorbent brief. In 2015 I flew on holiday and as usual I put on a fresh adult brief in case of a line up for the plane washroom or if the seat belt sign was on for a long tine due to turbulence. Of course, this happened on this flight and the seat belt sign went on along with a message from the captain. We were not permitted to use the washroom. Of course, I had to pee and it became more urgent. I then had to let it out on while sitting on my plane seat. Thankfully the middle seat was empty. I let it out slowly fully emptying my bladder as I did not want to leak outside of the absorbent brief. Finally the sign went off and people began to form a long line up for the bathroom. Some had grimaced faces as they stood in line. I was relaxed but knew I had to change my used brief. I had a fresh one in my purse. I took off the used one and put on the new one when my turn for the washroom came. There was a large garbage bag in the washroom thankfully for used supplies. Never will I get on a plane without wearing an absorbent brief.
Princess Opal
Sunday and Monday's loads
Hey there! Sunday I had a poop of the usual size, which felt good, and it had visible food in it. I saw something I had no idea what it was, an onion or something?
Yesterday, I felt like I needed to poop, and I sat down to try but I was feeling a bit constipated and not much came out. It always frustrates me when I still feel "full" after I poop. So I drank a cup of senna tea. Hours later, I finally felt some more poop heading down! It felt amazing. Afterwards I looked into the bowl and realized this load wasn't much bigger than the one earlier, but I figured between earlier and later I pooped out about as much as I usually did in one sitting. I usually go once a day, anyway. And finally, my gut felt all clean inside! Happy happy happy!
I guess I've never really described myself in the year since I found this amazing website. I am 5'6", short brown hair, blue eyes, and rather curvy (not to mention chubby). I'm 17 as of 2 months ago. I have an older sister, Pearl, 25. My 2 little sisters are Jade, almost 15, and Ruby, 10.
Love to you all! Lately I've been going through the old posts.
Princess Opal
Two recent poops
Hiya! So later the day of my last post, I ate curry for dinner. I stopped at one serving because my belly was already so full. I burped a lot too. I rubbed my belly a little bit to soothe it. But I didn't poop until past midnight. We were watching a movie and I took my chance to poop when it was paused in the middle. The turd wasn't that big and I felt frustrated because there was more in there that wouldn't come out. Then yesterday, which was the next day, I pooped in the late afternoon. My poop wasn't that long, but it was at least 7-8" long and 2" wide. It had a lot of corn in it and it felt soooo good coming out! Actually, the faint pleasant scent of my lip gloss matched the feeling of pooping, as odd as it sounds. My little sister Jade (almost 15) had just given me a makeover.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Ronette great story.
To: Teacher Accident it sounds like she gambled with a fart and lost but at least she handled it well.
To: Emma Two great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS: I love this site
Erica T
Yoga Poop
Hey everyone hope you all enjoyed my first story about my college poop disaster. Thought I would introduce myself since i can see myself posting here a lot, I really like talking about pooping. My names Erica, I'm 20 years old, currently in college and live in Canada.
Thought I would share my bathroom experience I had at yoga this morning.
So last night I went out with friends for dinner, I tried Indian food for the first time and it was delicious but incredibly spicy. One thing you should know about me is that spicy food does not agree with me. So this morning my stomach was a little off, I was farting heavily in bed this morning and the smell was something I can't even describe.
Anyway I got to my yoga class and was about half way through when I started getting cramps and bubble guts. I knew I had to get to the locker room bathroom very soon. So I headed to the locker room.
I got in there and was hit with the strong smell of poo, somebody else was really stinking the place up already so I grabbed the stall furthest away from her.
Got into the stall, at this point I really need to let one rip. As I'm putting toilet paper on the seat farts were slipping out of me. Finally I dropped my pants and thong and took a seat.
Right when my bum hit the seat I started releasing insane butt mud that felt like lava. It was burning as it came out from all that spicy food. The smell of my own poo never bothers me but this was unbelievable. I did a courtesy flush but that did not help at all.
Another woman walked in and took a seat in the stall next to me, I was trying so hard to hold in the next wave until she was done her pee but I couldn't and I began releasing again and needless to say she got out of there pretty fast.
After that wave i felt much better and began wiping. Probably over a dozen wipes later I pull up my pants and head to the sinks. Right after I wash my hands it felt like a brick dropped into my intestines. I rushed back into the stall and started putting toilet paper on the seat again, dropped my pants and began letting out more toxic sludge.
At this point the class was finished and the locker room started filling up, I started getting really embarrassed because of the stench and the sounds I was making.
15 min later I wiped a bunch and went home and destroyed the toilet even more. I'm all empty now but still incredibly gassy