JW
Re: Streaks-- Stop Grunting!
I confess I'm a grunter, and Yes, I do it to start my BM off. It just seems unavoidable when you have to bear down hard to get it started. I used to hate that my Mom would hear me. I was often constipated as a kid in the years just after potty training. Three to 5 or 6. If Mom suspect I hadn't gone in a couple of days, she'd bring out the enema bag, put it on the bathroom counter, then sit and watch me "try". I never tried hard enough during those times, because I didn't want to grunt in front of my Mother. Which usually lead to me ending up with getting an enema.
Kenna
Josh's latest toilet trouble
Hey all! Sorry i havent posted in awhile, summer has been crazy busy for josh and i. He still has been having his normal hard poops and goes every few days usually. I have started putting vaseline in his butt before he sits down to poop. When that isnt enough or it still wont come out we have been still using suppositories to help him finally go. This happened recently. Josh had not had a bm in 4 days. It was saturday amd we had planned to run errands in the morning. I woke up and josh wasnt in bed. A few minutes later i heard the bathroom door close but no flush, and josh came back into our room. "Morning babe!" I greeted him. "Morning Kenna...."josh hesitated and then told me "babe i finally need to go #2 but im really constipated, i just tried to go and it wont budge. When you get up can you help me try to go again"? "Of course, Josh! I replied. He led me into the bathroom and got out the vaseline. Josh pulled his shorts and boxers down and bent over the tub so i could apply it. I began working the vaseline around his hole and around his stuck poop. It felt really hard. Once i was done with the vaseline i told him to push so i could see how big the tip of his poop was. He took a deep breath and pushed. His anus opened pretty wide and the hard turd began to poke out but just the tip. Josh relaxed from his first push and it quickly went back in. I held his butt open for him as he began the next push. He was gripping the tub pretty hard and told me that it hurt, and gave up about 15 pushes later without anything coming out. "It wont budge kenna, i need a suppository!" I gave him a suppository and we headed out to run our errands. At our third stop josh felt like the suppository was working and asked if we could find a bathroom or somewhere private so he could try going again. We were at a dead mall and theres a bank of bathrooms that are technically closed in 1 corridor so we headed to them, and snuck into the mens room. We took the handicapped stall and josh sat on the toilet. I sat on his lap and hugged him while encouraging him to push. About 10 minites later it wasnt coming out so he got off the toilet, took his shorts and boxers all the way off, hung them off the stall door, and got into a squat. I held his butt open again as he began to try going. It was slow and painful going. He had a really hard time getting it started, it probaboy took 15 minutes of pushing and taking breaks before it finally started coming out. It was big and hard. It got stuck a few times and josh would rest each time. "Ugh this is a stubborn one" josh panted. "Take your time babe, its coming. Just keep going, youre doing good!" I was doing my best to coach him thru it and comfort him. Once it was about a foot long, i helped him back up onto the toilet. He pushed and pushed and finally it came out with a giant splash. He wasnt done yet and pushed out 2 more turds about 10 to 12 inches long each, which took another 5 to 10 minutes. He was finally done. He wiped once and was clean. I tried to flush it but it clogged the toilet it was so big. We washed our hands and snuck out of the bathroom. We finished shopping with josh being much much more comfortable!! I have anothee couple stories to post when i have time! Happy pooping, and i hope no one else is struggling too badly!! Xoxox kennaDavid P
Really Constipated
Hello all thought I would share with you my recent bout of constipation but before I get onto that I was reading online about constipation and came across this article about a girl in the UK that died in 2013 aged 16 from having a toilet phobia and not going for a poo for eight weeks. This story was very shocking to me and sad. Plus reminded me of when I was a child around age 6 I had the same phobia and often would hold my poo for around four to six weeks at a time and have awful constipation. Something really has to be done about how nasty school toilets are and the stigma about going for a poo in school and public places as it is only natural!harmless teasing to some has tragic consequences. Who else agrees?
Now onto my story, so I have been sick with the flu this week and haven't got out of bed. That has really affected my constipation as I haven't managed to go for a poo all this week apart from some very small pebbles. Yesterday I strained and strained and grunted so much but only managed to push out three really painful pellets they were quite wide and knobbly and a type 2 on the Bristol stool scale. This morning was even worse when I got up I tried again for a poo feeling the urge and bloating. I sat on the toilet for about 5 minutes waiting for a poo but nothing so I began straining nothing. I then decided to bend over a bit and push between my bum and ??? With my finger as that sometimes helps. With some more straining and pressing in with my finger I managed to push out a very small pellet the size of your small finger nail that made a loud plip as it fell into the water then followed by three others. I still felt so backed up but nothing would come out. I looked between my legs and saw four little poos the size of your small fingernail probably the smallest poos I have ever done! A type 1 on the Bristol stool scale. I hope I get some relief soon this is one of the worst bouts of constipation in a long while! Help!
To Curious Cody:
Do you have any toilet stories involving Jillian?
Anna from Austria
ruined panties at the mall
Hello everybody has been a while a since my last past. I was busy with other stuff and nothing really interesting happend to me toilet wise until last weekend.
Was visting my local mall last saturday morning to some electronics shopping. Before shopping I had a coffee at the new Dunkin Doughnauts store in the mall.
It is nothing new to me that coffee has a profound effect on my bowels but normally it takes about 30 to 40 min until the coffee kicks in. The flavored latte macchiato kicked in within 10 minutes. So headed to ladies room and took one of the free stalls. Due to hugh urgency level I did not check the status of the toilet paper. I just pulled down my pants and panties did some mushy poo with lots of farts. After I was finished I wanted to clean myself up and then I noticed no TP left. The ladies room was also crawling with peoople so I could not just change stalls with tp to clean the mess up. I had to leave the stall without wiping and soiled may panties this way.
I had to go ta lingery store in the mall to buy new undies. then i went back to ladies room to clean up the mess. As expected the mushy poo required lots of wipes and the damage was substantial. I had to throw the panties away right away. I put them into the waste bin located in the stall that is normally used for sanitary pads.
Felt a bid bad about misusing the bin but I had no other choice. I had no plastic bag with me to transport the soilt panties. Putting them into my purse to my other stuff just felt disguisting.
That was quite a event. It was not the first time I had to use a stall without TP but I did not not expect something like that to happen in a big mall in the moring right after opening. Normally the cleaning ladies should filled up the paper before opening.
That's my story for today.
Greetings From Austria
AnnaTricky
Upbringing and toilet use
At one time during childhood, I was living in a single-bathroom house with 10 people. This meant that there was no privacy when bathing or using the toilet. At that time, I was still in elementary school, and they had doors on the stalls, so I tended to take my poops at school. My bowels set themselves for that timeframe, which made middle school and high school problematic because the stalls were all doorless, in those bathrooms where there were stalls at all.
There were probably 50+ times family members had seen me using the toilet at home because there was simply no way that everyone could use that one bathroom to fulfill all of their needs only one person at a time. Everyone needed to bathe or needed the sink for some purpose or another, plus the toilet. I hated it. I never really got used to it, either.
However, 5 family members moved out in 4th grade and the situation become more manageable, to where I could at least bathe and use the toilet in private 99% of the time. It didn't stop my grandmother from barging in on me while I was taking a crap though, being there was no lock on the door.Mrs BigandHard
Report on what I have been doing..
Hello all,
I had been busy cleaning the house when I felt something moving down in my rectum. I went into the bathroom and pushed down hard to see if I could get the bowel movement start coming out. I had to really strain and try to force it out. It was really stuck. (to many chocolate bars) I bent over while on the toilet and apply maximum pressure.
It was really big and started to expand my rectum hole. It was really wide and stuck.
So I reached around with my hands to pull my butt cheeks wider apart. After doing this, the wide turd was starting stretch my hole to the max. It was hurting me so I applied some Vaseline just inside my Butt hole with my finger to lubricate the passage. Straining more... it was finally coming out...a nice relief.
Thanks
Hard bowel movements that are very big and wide
This morning I got up and felt like I needed to go to the toilet. as I sat on the toilet It felt a very big hard... WIDE turd as it began trying to come out. My butt hole began to stretch wider and wider . I started to push strain harder and harder .It started to hurt more as it slowly widened my butt hole. My poop was really big and stretched my hole really wide. It hurt as I strained harder... my massive poop was now really stuck...right there at my butt hole . I had to use my finger inserted into my butt hole to try to dig it out.
It took several tries to get it started.. and more to to finally get it to come out..one chunk at a time. All in all it took about ... 45 minutes of straining and digging to get it all out.
I used some vasilene on my finger to ease it out one chunk at a time.
THANKS, LUAN
Sarah S
Toilet Thoughts 1
Hey all
This is going to be a collection of thoughts about stuff in kind of like an essay format. These are just my thoughts.
The first topic was inspired by Martin and also Matthew, and that is privacy in the bathroom.
Everyone has different comfort levels when it comes to privacy with Martin talking about some of his sisters and mother being in the bathroom while he was pooping. Matthew talked about listening to this teenage boy being prodded by his mom about his poop at the airport. Going to the bathroom especially pooping is a very private activity, I don't really want anyone to be around me peeing but it's not the end of the world since taking a piss is relatively quick, not as smelly and the noises aren't as embarrassing, but pooping is a hard no for company. I think while everyone is different and like Brandon mentioned there is a history of pooping not being stigmatized but at this point, there is more of a stigma so if someone needs to take a massive dump and people are hanging around without the person's explicit permission that feels wrong to me. Martin having a big stinky poop in the bathroom and his mom talking to him without asking if it is ok could cause trauma and is a violation of the person's boundaries, just because she smelled his diapers when he was younger doesn't mean it is ok for her to sit and watch, listen and smell his bathroom activities and watching him wipe during puberty when hormones are raging, is a form of control and a lack of boundaries seems problematic. Privacy and having space during something was vunarable and intimate as pooping is something that needs to be respected. I couldn't imagine needing to come home after school after holing my poop all day and having my dad or brother in the bathroom with me to see hear and smell everything I'm doing especially if it's particularly noisy and stinky. Matthew's post also made me feel a little upset because that teen boy's mom potentially publicly humiliating him in the airport, controlling and asking about her son's most private habits in public, should not be allowed to happen, her son has the right to poop where and when he wants and not be inquired about it with strangers around I couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing. The point of this first installment of toilet thoughts is that bathroom activities pissing and shitting, urinating and defecating, peeing and pooping, specifically, number two of those is on a spectrum of embarrassment based on the individual but everyone has a right to their own feelings on it, and if a person like me, possibly Martin, and the son of the mom Matthew posted about has some reservations about discussing it or having someone around while they are doing it, privacy should be respected and is important to be able to feel safe and embarrassment free when it comes to excreting waste. Respecting someone's bathroom privacy is a microcosm of respecting someone's boundaries in general which is super important in any relationship and imposing on someone's toilet time without permission is a hard no, no matter what the Romans once did.
Has anyone here ever had a poo accident, tried to hide it or play it off, but was then caught publicly and embarrassingly? Could you tell that story?
Once when I was in grade school, I pooed my pants in class. It was a big and hard one, and I thought that because it wasn't extremely messy/sloppy, and it wasn't as stinky as a wetter poo would've been, that I could get away with it and then clean myself up in the bathroom at recess.
But even though it didn't smell THAT stinky, it did smell, and that was enough for it to set off a kind of witch hunt with my classmates about 'who farted?', until the teacher interjected that "somebody has had an accident" and needs to "own up to their mistake" (I guess she could tell the subtle difference between a fart smell and a poo smell).
She started sniffing around the room, and when she got near me, the stinky epicenter, she started having students stand up so she could 'check' us. When she got to me, she made me stand up, which I did. There was no stain on the outside of my pants (I checked later) and the bulge was flattened as I had been sitting on it, but there must have been enough of a hint there I had pooed myself that she knew.
She used one finger to pull my waistband away from my backside, exposing my dirty underpants to the air. My teacher, and at least two of my classmates, saw a big poo, flattened into a stinky little pancake, in the seat of my underpants. "It was you!" she said, surprised and angry at the same time. There was laughter in the room.
The teacher escorted me out into the hall among taunts from my peers. In the hall, she sternly interrogated me about my bathroom habits, and then sent me to the office. In the office, the secretary called my mom and told her that I had "had an accident in my pants" and needed to be picked up. I didn't change or anything, I just sat there in the office in my stinky pants until I was picked up. I honestly don't know how the secretary could handle the smell.Ellison
75th grade school anniversary
It has been more than 20 years since me and my friend Danni graduated from our K-6 grade school. Our parents were normal, compared to some of the examples you see quoted today in the media, and we didn't really cause any major problems. Beginning with kindergarten we took a daily bus ride of about three miles each way. We learned that when our parents told us to do one last "sit" on the toilet before the bus pulled up at the corner, that that was good advice. At 8 a.m. with the bus going through a couple of subdivisions on using some unimproved roads at pretty good speed, some pee could be splashed on the bus seats or into our jeans, depending on what were were wearing. For me, my panties got a crap-preview one morning when we bounced over a speed bump or curb as the driver tried to get back on schedule. Danni splashed her panties once or twice, both on days she was wearing dresses. That might have been third grade. She couldn't take them off because her mom had not given her a second pair to keep in her locker as a spare. Her mom was kind of strict with her about things like that. My dad, a woodworker, had built me a nice treehouse and me and Danni spent many a summer day, and sometimes if we were good, a summer night up there. I don't remember the exact incident, but when we were about 9, she didn't have her mom's permission to stay beyond a couple of hours. Then her mom saw me and Danni sitting on the large and wide wood safety railing pissing off the side. She got grounded for a week. It could have been longer because she had two or three wood slivers embedded in her butt skin. When we were up there doing stuff we just agreed it was dumb to come down and go through the house to the bathroom. And my mom, although I love her very much, was always inquisitive about human needs. How did you like the pizza? Did I make the Kool-Aid too strong? And the most dreaded: It's 3 p.m. and I don't think you peed yet today? Too frequently: what time did you have you BM today at school? How large was it? You don't want to get hooked on laxatives. And you know what the doctor said. Danni and I would just look at one another, smile and roll our eyes.
Our elementary school had about 350 students in our day. That number has just about doubled as some large apartment communities have been built nearby. At the picnic held on the playground where tables from inside were moved outside, some on asphalt (almost too hot for that at 12 Noon on a summer day) and the rest on the asphalt of the playground.
Just before the banquet former teachers and some current students led tours of the building. The wing Danni and I had our classes in is pretty much the same. The 1947 wooden floors held up good and the bathrooms in the old section were largely unchanged. About 10 toilets in a line, marble panels partially covering the person seated on the toilet, but still no partial or full privacy doors. The seats look to be the same, black that has almost faded into grey and I tried one on a bet with Danni. As I lifted the seat it was creaky and the rubber prongs on the underneath are often missing and the seat slaps into the rim of the bowl. Both Danni and I liked the modern soap dispensers and the more modern lights above the mirrors that highlighted the much newer and clean basins that we remember.
As we were walking down the hall to the playground where the picnic was being held, Danni insisted that we take a detour down to the newer wing of the school that had been added about 5 years ago. The decor was very bright and inviting and Danni and I decided to do a pit stop in the main bathrooms. The lighting was activated by motion sensors. Several fans also were turned on. Like 30-some years ago Danni insisted that she and I share adjacent stalls. She and I had peed together dozens of times when we were students; sometimes we just faked it because we were bored in class and we took our seat and talked. Each sitting was good for at least 5 minutes, perhaps more, until the maintenance lady or assistant principal would walk through, look us in the eyes and demand: "Back to class, ladies." We'd fake wipe, let the sensor flush as we stood up, and we'd start to scamper out of there only to be called back to wash our hands.
In 6th grade we were told how tough 7th grade in East Middle was going to be. Sometimes there was a sarcastic comment on time management or how poor our standardized tests were going to be if we didn't focus better in the classroom.
After the picnic and program Danni insisted that we head right over to Eddies, the local bar, to celebrate our liberation from school rules. She was an honor student who got suspended twice in 7th grade for sitting on the toilet and smoking during study hall time. I have continually reminded her that her reflexes were/are not that good. When she would hear an adult coming toward and into the bathroom, she was too slow in flicking the cigarette between her legs and into the toilet. She also forgot to reach back and flush the evidence away. Then she reminded me of one morning when I got off the bus, ran for the bathroom because I was really stopped up and my laxative was working. I sat down partially on the bowl and badly bruised my right arm on the side of the toilet. The custodians raised the seats after cleaning and I learned the hard way. For several years Danni and I shared a babysitter who was a senior in high school. She thought my accident was hilarious and told her friends it was the "dumbest f#####' mistake" she had ever heard of by a sane and sober person.
Overall, the reunion was fun. As we got up from our chairs and said goodbye to our friends, I had a crap coming but I was going to wait until we got to Eddies. That's because my craps are big and I didn't want to be the alum who clogged the toilet so bad at the reunion that a roto-type plumber would have to be called to unclog it. While I was throwing our plates in the trash Danni said she couldn't wait to do her first crap in several decades there. Sure enough, as I feared she clogged the toilet and when I told the prinicipal that the toilet was clogged, she said the custodians didn't work in the summer and that some PTA parents were volunteering for cleanup. Danni and I stayed at Eddies until the evening crowd got there. The toilets were adult size and my crap came out pretty easily.On the way home from Eddies Danni and I talked about what our parents had done to prep us for all-day school in first grade. Early that year they asked the two of us several times about our habits and experiences with the school bathrooms.
Of course, we conveniently forgot about some of our earlier escapades.
Kazumi Maho Hisae Mina (writer is Mina)
Dear Beni
Welcome to this site! We read your post, we all shout, "How sweet person he is!" We are happy you said to your sweet Chantale that she is still beautiful and attractive. You never say, ewww, yeesh, why you do so much? Only you admire beautiful turds many many which beautiful fiancee drop from her beautiful bottom. And hold hand and give tissues and hug.
And we are happy you didn't take picture. Perhaps you can one day, when Chantale is ready, but last year was not good timing we think, she would not be please in her mind. We are happy you both giggle when you look at steam which her beautiful motion produce. It is activity of nature! and it is very important that bottom is empty so you have good feeling. Kazumi always says, "I hate to keep motion in my bottom, I want to push out all." (Her real name is Kazuko.)
You say her motion was very huge, but we four, our motions also very huge. If she worries her motions' big size, you can tell her that you read somewhere (it is not need to say where) that motions of Japanese people are very huge, man and woman is same, it is because of vegetable diet. Because we four, our motions are like motions of elephant!! And same with Chantale, when there is big brown watermelon under us, we do some more. (Mina and Maho are Korean ancestry but born and brought up Japan.)
We wish you both a great happiness. Of course you will show respect each other always. (We are older than you just little bit.) We hope you always have happy time together, in loo and everywhere.
Love to both you, and love to everyone of this site.
We hope everyone is well and no corona.
Hisae Maho Kazumi Mina
P.S. Mina did motion watermelon size this morning. But that is story for next time.Emma two
Almost got seen pooing in the woods
My last poo was five days ago and I took some laxatives this morning to try and get my bowels moving. Just after lunch I started feeling the effects of the laxatives I'd taken earlier and I asked Sarah if she fancied going out for a walk in the woods. She asked me if I was going to be having a number two and I told her I was and it was going to be a big one. Sarah grabbed a toilet roll from the bathroom and we set of in Sarah's car to the local country park. When we got to park the car park was full and I knew there would be a lot of people around which meant it would be difficult to find anywhere private enough to have a poo which worried me. We took the longest trail as Sarah thought we'd have a better chance of getting some privacy that way. We walked for a couple of miles until I realised if I held it much longer I would poo my knickers and luckily we found a nice secluded spot where no one could see us. I ran into the undergrowth holding my bottom trying my best not to poo myself and I just about made it. I ripped my shorts and knickers down together and squatted down when Sarah told me someone was coming and I panicked and pulled everything back up just as I saw a young couple walking towards us. I don't know how I managed to avoid messing myself but somehow I clenched just in time to keep my knickers clean. The girl said she was sorry but she really had to go and the next thing I was her leggings were down to her knees and so was her thong. She squatted in front of us and began to pee a powerful stream and it seemed to go on for ages. She sighed with relief as she flooded the ground with a gallon of wee and seeing her relief made me feel even more desperate than ever and I had a hard time controlling my bowels. I waited for them to leave and quickly pulled my shorts and knickers down for a second time and squatted, praying no one would come along and disturb me again. I relaxed and immediately felt relief as I felt my poo coming out while I peed. Sarah told me someone's coming again and I couldn't stop mid flow. I couldn't see anyone around and Sarah laughed and said she was joking so I called her a b#>ch! I finished my business leaving a huge load and wimped my bottom six times and pulled up my clothes just as a family walked by on the main path. I'm not sure if they saw anything but we quickly left anyway.
David P
Heat Wave Poos
Hello David P here again with a quick update. Have enjoyed catching up with the latest posts. We are in a heat wave here in the UK which has really messed up my bowels I will get onto that in a sec. Just wanted to say I enjoyed the post by Imogen I look forward for more posts soon.
Now onto my quick update, so a lot has happened it has been very hot weather here and the changes to my bowels started happening last week. On the Friday I woke up with a belly ache and hadn't slept much due to the heat I had a sloppy poo before work, when I got into work my belly started to feel heavy again and my bum started twitching. I got to the office and began working, after an hour and an half I knew I couldn't hold out, so I went to the toilets and took the cubicle nearest the door. I sat down and got out my phone. I started to push and farted really loudly very embarrassing, then I had a really loud poo. I kept on pushing and with each push there was a ploop, splash plip, plop the smell was also very bad. I looked into the toilet and it was totally full of poo. I wiped and flushed away and went to wash my hands. I felt very relieved to have emptied my bowels and actually enjoyed myself at the summer games that my work had out on for us out in the grounds.
Over that weekend I didn't manage to poo so on Monday I woke up very desperate and did a really long turd that made a massive plop as it hit, PLOOOOP! Not much happened then until Wednesday when I did another big poo before work then after lunch at work, I got the urge again. I left my desk and went to the nearest toilets, sat down and started my poo. It was hard work to get it started but then the flood gates opened and I let out a bombardment of plops again. It took forever to wipe as the last few poos had got a bit loose and sloppy. I was wiping for a good 5 minutes and still wasn't fully clean but was worried about people noticing that ai had been gone a while as it must have been at least 10 minutes by now. So I decided to pull back up my pants and flush. When I got home that evening I needed another poo somehow and when I pulled back down my pants I had a few brown skid marks where I hadn't cleaned properly earlier.
The run of having two poos a day has stopped now, I have became constipated pretty badly. I just tried to go for a poo before writing this. I strained and strained for ages but only managed a very small nugget then went back after about 10 minutes as I got a strong urge but only managed to push out a few more pellets. The heat wave has totally messed with my pooing. Has this happened to anyone else?
To Abbie: How have you been pooing wise in the heat, have you noticed a difference? Have you been regular or constipated in the heat wave? Would be good to know from another UK poster if it isn't just me.
All for now
David P
Violetta from Germany
Squatting toilets in southern Europe
@Anna from Austria and others
I stayed at a campsite in Italy a few weeks ago. It was a very nice landscape around, a lot to do during the day and a nice vacation overall.
I wrote it here before: I'm a shy (morning) pooper. My whole childhood my mother told me to avoid public toilets, especially for #2.
But at this campground there was only one sanitary building. And to my horror, they were stocked with squatting toilets only. I had to inspect them at the arrival and went for a pee.
You can put your feet aside the porcelain and then squat down. For the pee there's a kind of drip tray in the front of you and behind or under your butt, there's a hole where you can dump in.
They were very clean, but I couldn't imagine to do my #2 in there...
But the next morning came...
After breakfast I felt my urge for a poop growing. I told my family that I would go to the washrooms, to brush my teeth, for morning toilet and for showering. So I went there with an uncomfortable feeling...
On the way to the restroom my urge further strengthened. I knew, I had to do it pretty soon and that there was no other way out of the situation.
As I entered the ladies room and searched for a pleasant stall, I saw, that the first and the 4th stall where already occupied. But there were only six stalls. So I decided to take the last one.
I closed the door. The toilet was clean. I decided to take off my shorts and my underwear, because I wasn't sure, if they would touch the (wet) floor or hinder me.
I put down my sponge bag and hung my shorts on a hook and looked at the toilet. There was no toilet paper, but a shower to clean the dirty spots with water afterwards. I had a shower gel with me, so no problem.
"Okay, here we go", I thought. I squatted down. I had to pee first. I looked down at myself and saw my pee splashing onto the drip tray. But then my poo wanted to be released, too.
In the other stall in the near there where only undefined noises. I concluded that they were almost done. But I had to go!
I took a deep breathe and started to open my anus. Looked down between my legs and saw how the first turd fell with a loud "kersplonk" into the watery hole. I didn't even have to push at all...the next two turds followed immediatly. "kersplonk" it made again. I sighed. What a relief! And I actually made it there! Felt a bit ashamed and nervous, but also a bit proud. I finished soon with another short piece and felt really better. In the meantime I heard the other stalls flushing.
I took the showerhead and cleaned my vulva and anus. Looked in the toilet again and grinned a bit. "You did it actually! Here!"
The other days, similar things happend. I was almost never really undisturbed there. But always had to go for a morning-poop. Often watching it coming out. Sometimes I had to breathe, sigh and grunt. When squatting down, I could often see the feet walking down the corridor and searching for a stall. I could often recognize, if it was a younger or an older woman. And I could hear them also pee and poop and sometimes I sensed that they were also uncomfortable. And they had to hear me doing my business also. A situation I didn't expect before, but I managed it!
In summary 2 very weird weeks and a lot of squatting bowel-movements.
Greetings,
ViolettaSimon
Layby pee
I posted recently in response to a survey, where I said I regularly go in the bushes etc.
Recently though because of a change in my work, I'm not outdoors as much.
However a couple of weeks ago I was on a road trip, heading back home.
I had done a detour to pick something up and that added over two hours to my journey.
The detour part of the journey was mainly A and B roads and nearly 2 hours in I began to need to pee.
Not so bad, I thought. I kept seeing signs for laybys but most were the ones just parallel to the road. Too exposed.
Anyway, I noticed the next one ahead was on a bend and was separated from the main road by a wide verge of trees.
I pulled into the layby. There were another 5 or 6 vehicles there, but nobody in them.
There was a footpath into the main wooded area but I didn't see the need to go in there, I just needed a quick pee.
So I went across to the trees which separated the layby from the road but could not get in that area due to it being raised and having thorny undergrowth.
So I stood as tightly in as I could and peed.
Normally I don't have big pees, sometimes when I've messed about peeing in an old bottle or can, they're about the 330-400ml range and I'm done in less than 30 seconds.
But this pee took me by surprise, the length of time I was stood there peeing seemed well over a minute and I sort of got caught by someone returning to their vehicle.
I had finished and zipped up before they got anywhere near, they gave me a knowing look but didn't say anything when they passed me.
But hey, they could have been in the other wooded area to do the same. Or poo. Who knows?
May your productions be enjoyable,
Simon.
Thunder
Bidet. Questions
Well, I finally have my bidet installed! With the rear end wash and dry a sit in the toilet takes longer. The enema function I have a question about. It squirts water at a pressure on my hole but the water is supposed to enter me but does not. Does anyone have experience in this area. I recall Mina stating that Hisae uses this function for hard motions…. Any tips would be gratefully received. Now onto my constipation issues ( which is why I am interested in the enema function on the bidet) I went away last week and of course was clogged up. I took three Coloxyl and Senna tablets and the night before had a large bowl of lentil soup which is full of fibre. Next morning went out for breakfast and on conclusion got the urge. The toilets were unisex and I plonked my bottom on the pot and had three evacuations that had short but thick hard turds and each expulsion took effort ( and grunting) but so worthwhile . I wiped flushed washed hands and sprayed and left. There was a lady waiting to come in . She would have had a warm seat and the aroma of my production. Success is sweat!!!!
Wednesday, July 20, 2022
Streaks
Stop Grunting!
Growing up, we had one bathroom in our house. I believe it was installed long after the house was built and indoor plumbing grew in popularity. When I was pooping, my mom would always come in and do hair and makeup. I hated that. Mostly because, she would try to tell me how to poop. I would feel a big poop coming and she would say, "Stop grunting! Just let it happen!" I'm sure that some of you will understand that when the first one is coming, an involuntary grunt happens. It just does. I would try to withhold by pushing noises, but then it wouldn't come out. Then my mom would scowl at me. "I know you have to poop! Just do it!"
When my mom pooped, it just came out on it's own. She believed that I was the same way. I was not. Even today, my wife comments on the big grunt when I first start going. She does it too, but her grunting is mostly quiet sighs. Does anyone else do this, or am I just weird?
I also hated that she would open the door and come in, then leave the door open. I clearly remember my brother walking by with friends in the house while I was trying to poop. That made it really hard to go. Imagine kids looking at you on the toilet while you're in the heat of the battle. It was the worst case scenario for privacy. As I got older, I would intentionally look for places to go outside our home. Usually a store or sometimes at school. As I grew older, 7th grade and up, I completely stopped pooping at home. Even though my mom no longer walked in, I always felt she could hear me pushing.
David P
To Thunder
Sorry forgot to include this in my last post, this is a reply to thunder.
Thanks for replying to my question about not being considered medically constipated. I see that even though I do go three times a week I am most likely still constipated, I go on and off between very bad hard stools and loose stools. Any ideas what I could try to help?Martin
To Brandon and NPOTT
Brandon, I definitely and totally agree with you that poop shame doesn't make much sense from a purely logical perspective, but it's just like a lot of other things...being embarrassed by having stinky feet doesn't serve any discernable purpose either from some evolutionary point of view yet we still are! Probably at one point we weren't...my mother and sisters didn't really have a problem with me barging in on them because I almost never did it. If I gashed my hand and needed a Band-Aid or something like that I would disturb them in the middle of a toilet sit but other than that it just seemed like nothing was so important that it couldn't wait. In a way though there's a warm feeling about knowing they didn't mind seeing me sitting there like that, I was just their loving Marty and it didn't bother them. But my face still gets red as I type this...just one of those conditioned things.
No Privacy On the Toilet, other than your constipation and scheduled sitting times it sounds like we had a lot of the same angst. Like you it went on into my teens and like you Mom wanted a lot of information about what was happening. Even if she only was there maybe 5% of the time when I was sitting, when that did occur she take interest in the progress and made sure I wiped all the way clean. That's understandable because we didn't have a washer or dryer or lots of money and clothes had to last more than a day, including underpants. So I remember that with both me and Layla, she would take some time to make sure we were totally clean. My older sisters, I guess she was confident that they were self-conscious enough to hand-wash their panties out if they had to, as they often had to anyway, considering.
Stephanie
My first accident
Hi, I'm back again with another post, just my second one. Thank you to those who read my first post from last week. It was about the last accident I had while I was at work. I was so nervous typing it up and then posting it here, but I found it so incredibly therapeutic, so thanks again!
I wanted to write about the very first time I made a mess in my pants. That's not including things when I was at home and really sick, from both ends essentially and would end up having diarrhea in my pants.
Before I go into my story, I was a bit of a late-bloomer when it came to getting my first period. My best friend Megan got hers when we were 12 years old, in grade seven. When she got hers it was extremely heavy and she completely soaked through her pants when it first started. It was at school of course and she had to call her mom for some extra clothes and pads to use. My first period happened when I was 13 years old, in grade eight. Mine was actually really light to begin with for the first year or so. When I turned 14, that's when all hell broke loose for me.
It was a Saturday in May and I was 14 when I pooped my pants in public for the first time. Every Saturday my mom and I would go and visit my grandparents (her parents) for an hour or so. Then we would do our usual errands of getting groceries and making other various stops. My older sister, Terri had to work and my dad was doing stuff around the house.
I wasn't feeling the greatest that morning. I was having cramps and thought I would be getting my period soon. I was crampy and gassy. I went to the washroom before we left my grandparents house and then we went to Costco.
We got there and as we were walking through the parking lot I was cramping up and letting out gas with each step I took. My mom and I got inside Costco and did our usual rounds. We went to the maxi pad section and got fully restocked with a variety of pads of all sizes.
I kept having to fart and one came out that felt really wet. I told my mom that I needed to use the washroom. I got into a stall and all I did was let out a bunch of wet gas. When I pulled down my jeans I saw that my pink bikini panties had some wet diarrhea in them. I tried cleaning them up as best as I could. We finished up at Costco and then had to go to the Superstore for the rest of our groceries.
I was still feeling pretty rough when we got there and the cramps were only getting worse. We were at the far and of the store when it started happening. I just couldn't hold it and started pooping my pants. It was just a bit at first and I told my mom that I needed to use the toilet again. She asked if I was alright but I lied and said that I was okay. I was very far from okay…
I was halfway to the washrooms and I had to stop walking in order to not completely lose everything into my panties. I got some funny looks from people walking by, but I couldn't help it. I took a few steps and started letting out some very soft and mushy diarrhea into my bikini panties.It stopped for a few seconds, then it totally exploded out of me. The mess spread really quickly up my back and all over my bum. Some of it even went into the front of my panties. It could feel it sloshing around and seeping into my jeans, which were a bit tight and light blue, so I knew that the mess would be visible and obvious to everyone who saw me. I started tearing up as I continued my walk to the washroom. I was still going in my pants too. I got to the washroom and had to wait a few minutes for a stall to open up. A door opened up and as I went in, I let out a wet fart with another load of mushy diarrhea. I could feel it going down the insides of my legs now.
I got into the stall and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to walk through the store trying to find my mom, but I knew that it would be impossible to get cleaned up there. I decided to leave the washroom and wait for my mom outside the washrooms which were close the the checkout lines anyway. After what felt like hours, my mom came to the checkout. She motioned for me to come over to help pack the groceries into the bags we brought and she didn't even notice that I had been crying.
When we got to the car she asked if I was okay and I just started bawling my eyes out. I told her that I had bad diarrhea and had just pooped my pants so badly. She felt really badly for me and said not to worry about it and that accidents happen. She told me that it had happened to her a few times before as well.
Cleaning up took a long time and my pink bikini panties were permanently stained but I kept them to wear during my periods.
I should get going now. I have other stories to share later.
Stephanie
Emma two
Almost got seen pooing in the woods
My last poo was five days ago and I took some laxatives this morning to try and get my bowels moving. Just after lunch I started feeling the effects of the laxatives I'd taken earlier and I asked Sarah if she fancied going out for a walk in the woods. She asked me if I was going to be having a number two and I told her I was and it was going to be a big one. Sarah grabbed a toilet roll from the bathroom and we set of in Sarah's car to the local country park. When we got to park the car park was full and I knew there would be a lot of people around which meant it would be difficult to find anywhere private enough to have a poo which worried me. We took the longest trail as Sarah thought we'd have a better chance of getting some privacy that way. We walked for a couple of miles until I realised if I held it much longer I would poo my knickers and luckily we found a nice secluded spot where no one could see us. I ran into the undergrowth holding my bottom trying my best not to poo myself and I just about made it. I ripped my shorts and knickers down together and squatted down when Sarah told me someone was coming and I panicked and pulled everything back up just as I saw a young couple walking towards us. I don't know how I managed to avoid messing myself but somehow I clenched just in time to keep my knickers clean. The girl said she was sorry but she really had to go and the next thing I was her leggings were down to her knees and so was her thong. She squatted in front of us and began to pee a powerful stream and it seemed to go on for ages. She sighed with relief as she flooded the ground with a gallon of wee and seeing her relief made me feel even more desperate than ever and I had a hard time controlling my bowels. I waited for them to leave and quickly pulled my shorts and knickers down for a second time and squatted, praying no one would come along and disturb me again. I relaxed and immediately felt relief as I felt my poo coming out while I peed. Sarah told me someone's coming again and I couldn't stop mid flow. I couldn't see anyone around and Sarah laughed and said she was joking so I called her a b#>ch! I finished my business leaving a huge load and wimped my bottom six times and pulled up my clothes just as a family walked by on the main path. I'm not sure if they saw anything but we quickly left anyway.
Curious Cody
Upbringing, privacy and parenting
At home, the bathroom situation was very open. The door to the toilet didn't lock and there were times when mom would be on the toilet and there was a 2-inch gap between the door jam and the door. I guess she was negligent about closing it. Dad was going to fix it, but he traveled a lot for work and when he was home it wasn't a priority with him. My parents later separated. I was about 8 or 9 and my friend from next door was over about every non-school day to play. Rachel was sitting on the toilet, working off some milk of magnesia her mom had given her, when my mom walked in on her. I was in my room close by and could hear what was happening. Mom told Rachel to get up, take a seat on the bathtub, and my mom burst a pee that Rachel later told me scared her. Then mom got up, and without flushing or even thanking Rachel for the interruption, and left the room. Rachel seemed a bit shaken by what had happened. That was the last time she had a stool at our house. Several times after that she went home. When we got our first bikes and were out riding she refused the use the largely open-stall toilets at the park, but sometimes we went a couple of blocks over to a c-store where the toilets were more secure.
Away from home, I spent almost all of my team under mom's supervision. It could be at the mall, when we were getting gas, visiting a CPA or someone in a huge office building, or an event at our city's large arena. I was micro-managed. Big time. Into my 8th year, when I said I needed to use the bathroom, mom would frown, ask me how bad, which one (Number 1 or 2), and then sternly tell me that I had drunk too much liquid that morning, I should have tried to go before we had left home, and increasingly, something about as I get farther along in school, how I would have to learn to hold it longer, teachers potentially being upset with me, and always finishing off about something like no normal person would want to use such a bathroom anyway. I thought about asking her about how at the fair and carnivals we would see lines of people lined up at portable potties, but Jillian, my sometimes babysitter, assured me that mom was probably well-intentioned, but pretty bizarre. Another friend of mine that went with us to a citywide concert used the word Psycho Mom. Mom's taking me into the ladies room and managing me by wiping off and then papering the seat continued until a couple of months past my 8th birthday. For a couple of years before that women started to give us second looks when she led me into the often crowded bathrooms. A few women in lines asked her my age and she would just snap at them or try to ignore them. I wasn't about to question her because she would just get madder. Sometimes when dad would take me somewhere I would use the opportunity to try and explain the privacy issue to him. Each time he seemed to ask me for more information and become more sympathetic. Eventually he told mom that if she didn't let me go into the mens rooms alone he would contact CPS. That got me my independence and a lot more privacy. A couple of the girls in my class had been in the bathrooms (perhaps at the mall or stadium) and had previously seen mom take me in. They would just look at me and snicker, but eventually that went away.
Brenisha
When you gotta go you gotta go
This was a day when I was delivering a training for customers. It was a bigger company specialized in marketing. I was done at the end of the morning but we had a copious business lunch. We came back to the office afterwards because I had left my car on their parking lot. I felt a very heavy feeling in my belly so I knew that it was time for me to unload. I made a dash to the ladies. When I entered, I noticed that it was rush hour because the smell was strong and there was a line of two ladies waiting for only two stalls! Both looked pretty young and very smart, so they maybe were interns or junior employees. The door of the left stall opened and a middle-aged ginger in a smart business outfit came out. The first lady in the queue (she was African-American) called her out and told her "You could at least have flushed!" but the ginger just ignored her and left without washing her hands! I thought that this was very rude. Then I heard the African-American girl trying to flush but it seemed that the toilet was broken! She cursed and pulled her pants down. for the next three minutes I could hear both ladies having diarrhea! Then the African-American one started wiping, pulled up her pants and tried to flush again. The flushing system was still broken! She came out of the stall and apologized to the next one in line (she was blonde): "Sorry darling, I cannot flush the waste, but it's not only mine!". The blonde answered that she would wait for the next stall to become free.
As I was thinking about whether I want to use this broken toilet, another lady rushed in. She was blonde and in her early twenties as well! She asked us if she could cut the queue because her next meeting was about to start. I was getting desperate myself but I could relate to her predicament so I said "sure!" and she locked the door at once! She pulled down her pants and panties and a heavy pee gusher started! She was having a poo as well because there was a distinctive crackling sound coming from her stall! Meanwhile, the lady in the right stall finally started wiping. It surely was a messy dump because she wiped like a million times! She flushed, got out of her stall and washed her hands. She was a slightly pudgy blonde with cute curls! The lady in the line in front of me took her stall. The lady in the left stall wiped exactly once and rushed out of her stall! She probably quickly rinsed her hands but I could not see it because I took that stall. The bowl was in a terrible state: there was plenty of TP in there but also a long smooth turd from the blonde lady and lots of mushy poo from the African-American! I could not see the waste the Ginger had left but it was probably substantial too since the pile was towering out of the water now! I wasted no time because I had an urgent need to take care of myself. I farted and started dropping my logs! The copious business lunch was clearly stimulating my bowels. Meanwhile, the lady in the other stall also was dropping some logs but they sounded light like rabbit poos! The smell in the bathroom was almost unbearable. I decided to finish my business quickly and leave before getting caught using this busted toilet. There was an insane amount of shit in the bowl now! So when I'm done wiping, I can still hear a little plop from the blonde in the stall next to mine now and then.
I open the door and there is already another lady waiting! She's a brunette with blue eyes. I explain her that the toilet is out of order and she might want to wait for the other user to finish her poo. But then she tells me "I just had a big lunch and now I really have to go!" I knew exactly how she felt. I told her that and I also said "There is a lot of waste in the bowl already, so you might want to squat if you tend to pass bigger logs." Just at this moment, the brunette farted and she told me "Thanks, I appreciate your advice!" with a smile. She locked the door and I washed my hands. As I left the bathroom, I could hear the brunette farting up a storm and getting ready to relieve her bowels and the constipated blonde still dropping a pellet from time to time. So that was an impressive experience and I have never seen a bathroom that busy with people pooing ever before. I drove off wondering whether rush hour always looks like this at that company.
Kazumi Maho Hisae Mina (writer is Mina)
Dear Beni
Welcome to this site! We read your post, we all shout, "How sweet person he is!" We are happy you said to your sweet Chantale that she is still beautiful and attractive. You never say, ewww, yeesh, why you do so much? Only you admire beautiful turds many many which beautiful fiancee drop from her beautiful bottom. And hold hand and give tissues and hug.
And we are happy you didn't take picture. Perhaps you can one day, when Chantale is ready, but last year was not good timing we think, she would not be please in her mind. We are happy you both giggle when you look at steam which her beautiful motion produce. It is activity of nature! and it is very important that bottom is empty so you have good feeling. Kazumi always says, "I hate to keep motion in my bottom, I want to push out all." (Her real name is Kazuko.)
You say her motion was very huge, but we four, our motions also very huge. If she worries her motions' big size, you can tell her that you read somewhere (it is not need to say where) that motions of Japanese people are very huge, man and woman is same, it is because of vegetable diet. Because we four, our motions are like motions of elephant!! And same with Chantale, when there is big brown watermelon under us, we do some more. (Mina and Maho are Korean ancestry but born and brought up Japan.)
We wish you both a great happiness. Of course you will show respect each other always. (We are older than you just little bit.) We hope you always have happy time together, in loo and everywhere.
Love to both you, and love to everyone of this site.
We hope everyone is well and no corona.
Hisae Maho Kazumi Mina
P.S. Mina did motion watermelon size this morning. But that is story for next time.
Michael W.
First Grade Frenzy
Hello everyone. I am back but unfortunatley I have not had time to post anything on here for a while but I have been reading everybody's stories. I've been illustrating another horror novel and this project that I've been working on has become a Full-Time job.
I was in First grade and it was March, 1995. I was in Mrs. Stahley's class doing my reading lessons and then I felt the need to take a leak. I ask my teacher if I could please be excused to use the restroom. She said Yes. So I left the class and went to the boys bathroom to do my business. When I had finished I flushed and I went to go wash my hands. As I was drying them off a janitor came into the boys bathroom and accused me of getting toilet paper everywhere in the bathroom stall. I told him that it was not me and he didn't believe me. He followed me to my class and then told my teacher what "He Thought I did." Mrs. Stahley went to see the pile of toilet paper in the stall and I told her I didn't leave it there and I didn't know who did it. She didn't believe me either. She sent me to the Principal's office and she even pushed the button. I had to deal with being scolded by Mr. Donnell, who was a mean Vice Principal. He took me in that bathroom and then he poked my chest with his index finger and said "I don't wanna see that again."
(In my mind, here is how I wish it would have continued into. Here is a scenario me and Simba made up.) Mr. Donnell says "I don't wanna see that again" as he pokes my chest. I say "See what?" Then Mr. Donnell protests "You know what I'm talking about!" Then I say "What are we talking about?" Then Mr. Donnell yells at me again and says "The mess in the bathroom stall" And I say "You made a mess in the bathroom stall? What did you eat?" LOL!
Long story, short. I got in trouble for something that I didn't even do. I would never leave a pile of toilet paper in a random bathroom stall for a janitor to find it and tell on me. I was punished. Mr. Donnell made me stand in the corner while he worked on his computer. But guess what I did... You're going to love this part. I stood in the corner for about an hour and a half. And I let out a silent but deadly fart. It stunk up his office and then he gets up to open the window. And the best part was that he let me go back to class over that. LMFAO!!! I bet ya Mr. Donnell was probably like "Son of a bitch." LOL! Anyways, I was punished by Mrs. Stahley but I don't remember what she did to punish me. But I remember that she did not like me. She accused me of everything. When I went home I was yelled at by my babysitters Heather and Holly and my mom and dad. I think I was grounded for 3 weeks. My teacher, Mrs. Stahley would not shut up about the toilet paper thing. She would not let me have a bathroom break ever again unless we go together as a class. I said Okay. And when we went I felt like I had to go poop. When I arrived in the boys bathroom I took the middle stall and closed the door. I let down my jeans and underwear down to my ankles and sat on the toilet. As I was getting relaxed Mrs. Stahley starts nagging as I was in my stall. She said "Don't leave a pile of toilet paper on the floor this time, Michael." I ignored her and tried to let my logs come out on their own. All the boys from my class had already washed their hands after the first piece came out. I felt the second piece ready to come but I had to give it a soft push but it got stuck as it was coming out of my butt. It kind of hurt. And then Mrs. Stahley says "Hurry up, Michael!" And I said "Oookayyy" as I was pushing.
I was irritated. I was trying to poop and a teacher that hates my guts is rushing me and I hate it when people tell me to hurry up when I'm trying to take a shit especially if I'm constipated. Anyways, I come out of my stall and this turd is still sticking out of my ass and it hurt trying to push it back in. As I came out of my stall I saw Mrs. Stahley standing just one foot inside the boys bathroom. I protested "You were watching me go to the bathroom?" She said "I have to bcz I don't trust you." I was really creeped out by this. Anyways, I never went poop in school again until Third Grade when I had diarrhea and terrible gas. When I felt the need to poop I had to hold it until I got home. And when I got home everyday, Little did I know, holding in my poop caused me to become constipated and I would have trouble trying to push it out. The longest I spent in the bathroom on some days would be up to an hour. But I did bring my library books in there with me so that I wouldn't get bored. Anyways, that was my story and I hope you enjoyed it.
Sunday, July 17, 2022
Carin
What I learned from a single-toilet family
I was raised in a single-toilet home. In our city most of the homes built before the 1970s were single toilet. The idea was to keep the costs down so people could afford the smaller, starter homes. I don't fault my parents for making the decision. I learned at an early age to think ahead about my needs and adapt. By the time I started 7th grade and had more friends over to the house I got some rude and insensitive comments, usually from friends with families sometimes with even three or more bathrooms. Must be nice!
But I learned to make do. We were required to shower after every PE class and that helped. Since my dad did one of his extended "throne sits" each morning before getting in his truck and heading to work, my first stop after getting off the bus was to head to the large main floor bathroom at school for my crap. I became pretty regular in going that way, although some of my friends seemed surprised. I just had the WT* attitude. The only difference was that I was sitting on a black rather than a white seat and I might have company on each side of me. Most days I peed right after lunch and again right after school, just before getting on the bus. Then I would have to pee at home only once. That was just before bed.
On weekends if mom or dad were in the tub I would just walk up the street to the gas station/store and use the bathroom there. That's when I started looking forward to the coffee I would buy while I was there. I don't know why, except that I might be a bit paranoid about this, but I've never wanted to run in and and run out of a store after using their toilet without pausing to buy something. Am I strange?
I don't know why it is but so many guys seem surprised that I don't mind using so many bathrooms away from home. My homecoming date my junior year picked me up and made up a bogus excuse about forgetting his wallet and needing to swing back to his house to get it. His parents were gone and I sat in the car watching the bathroom light go on and a silhouette of him backing up and plopping down on the toilet. I pulled out my phone and the lost wallet took almost eight minutes. A couple hours later at the dance I had downed quite a lot of punch and excused myself to the toilets. The room was packed with classmates almost equally using the sinks and mirrors and the toilets. When I finally got my toilet I was even hotter and more sweaty. I couldn't get my pee stream until I used the finger technique a babysitter had taught me. Still, I might have been seated for five minutes and in front of a couple of my friends at the table, Syl made the typical male joke about hoping that I didn't fall in. I really wanted to blast him for what he had been doing a couple hours earlier while I waited in his car. But I didn't
Throughout high school I tutored students on a strict schedule for an hour or two each afternoon right after school. Guys like Syl made staying on schedule tougher because sometimes whey would run or drive home, take the crap they had been holding, and then come back to the school library for homework help. It has gotten better now that I'm in college where I'm doing tutoring on a work-study agreement. But I've had guys 15 to 20 minutes late for appointments because they run back to their dorm room for their crap instead of using the large bathrooms on our floor of the student union where we tutor. The teammate of one guy even came over to my table and said his roommate was shitting his brains out in their 12th floor room.
Overall, I feel my upbringing in a single-toilet house helped me mature sooner, taught me to think ahead, and made me much more adaptable to the use of bathrooms away from home. I'm confident that is going to pay off after graduation when I start my business career.
Reply to festival question:
In the past year my friends and I have been going to more music festivals. Probably about 80% of the toilets available are the port-a-pottys. When there are regular toilet buildings, the panels making each cubicle have been reduced by about 50%. Only your mid-section is covered by the panel and drugs and alcohol, plus other perversions a probably the reason. Only the ADA designated toilet is given a privacy door and that is half size to what was previously available. Otherwise, if you believe in privacy good luck in finding a toilet.Hayley
Making a Deposit at the Bank
Hi there! Been a few weeks since my last story, hope everyone is doing well! I have been very busy but came up with today's post title after the event and the title was too perfect not to share LOL!
On Saturday I had to make a quick run to a small local bank to set up a new account after being very dissatisfied with my previous bank. I sat down with a bank employee to go through the process of setting up an account. At one point, he had to go to the back of the bank to verify some info I had provided and let me know it would be about 10-15 minutes. The timing could not have been more perfect a different had just started to feel the need to poop. I let him know that I would be using the restroom in case he finished his business before I finished my own "business". He pointed me in the direction of the restroom which was surprisingly just a single unisex restroom. It was very clean and nicely appointed, it honestly looked like a restroom you'd find at a fancy restaurant, not a bank.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down as I took a seat on the can. It didn't take much effort at all to get things moving. Sometime when I was partway through is when it occurred to me that my money was not the only deposit I'd be making at the bank today. My log finally dropped quietly into the toilet below. The toilet looked very strong, but just to be safe I reached behind myself to courtesy flush prior to wiping. Even with the jet flush and no paper, I could hear the toilet clogging below me. Equal parts proud and embarrassed, I stood up to see my big turd blocking the drain and the water level higher than usual around it. I wiped up while waiting for the water to recede enough for a second flush. The second flush was equally unsuccessful. After waiting another few minutes for a third flush which made no apparent progress in moving my log, I was satisfied that this was gonna require a plunger. There was no plunger which was admittedly not surprising. I washed my hands and left the restroom. I made my way back over to the banker's desk where he was waiting for me. I let him know the that I had clogged their toilet and after a brief but noticeable look of surprise, he got up and flagged down a colleague of his. I could overhear their conversation and heard the woman say they did not have a plunger. I guess I'm the first to ever clog their toilet, LOL! Since he was busy with me, she drew the short stick and had to go into the bathroom where she obviously confirmed I had indeed clogged it.
Hope you all enjoyed. Here's to hoping they get themselves a plunger in case I have a repeat performance next time I'm at the bank!Matthew
Family Pooping Dynamics
Martin's post about his family and their interactions about bathroom habits reminded me of a situation. I was at the airport waiting at the gate, and behind me sat a mother and her teenage son. I overheard her ask him when he had last pooped. He replied that he had gone on Friday (it was Sunday). She then said to him, "You should try to go before we board. You don't want to poop on the plane." He replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Ok mom." He left and was gone for about fifteen minutes. When he returned, his mom asked him if he had gone. He replied and said he had. She asked if it was big, and he replied that it was "huge." She then said something to the effect that he must have felt better. He ignored her. I couldn't help but wonder if this mother's obsession with her son's toilet habits would have some kind of lasting effect on her son's psychological make up.
To Kristi
Kristi sounds like u had a good dump at the mall hope everything came out smoothly. I pooped a few days ago that turd put up a fight but I got it out hate it when that happens I like when the turd slides out smoothly. Gonna start taking stool softeners maybe that'll help.Beni
Sausages in the Snow
I just discovered this website and I love it already! I'm called Beni, which is short for Benjamin. I have been engaged to my fiancee for the last two years but we've actually been together for even longer. I have a story to share from last year, when I saw her going number two for the first time ever. So maybe to introduce her: my fiancee is called Chantale, she's 26 (like me), she's 5'4, she's got auburn hair and some freckles and she works as a teacher.
That year, we spent Thanksgiving with my family. She gets along well with everyone. After two days of feasting, we had to leave early in the morning because we had a long drive home and wanted to avoid traffic jams. She wasn't very talkative, which is unusual for her. I asked her if she was doing alright, but she answered that she was fine - she allegedly just had some belly cramps. I assumed that she was getting her period so I thought nothing of it. After two hours of driving, we stopped for breakfast. We both had pancakes and coffee. She did not finish hers. That is unusual because she always eats a lot. We then resumed our journey.
Only a few minutes after we drove off, Chantale asked me if we could stop at the next rest stop because she needs to use the bathroom. I said sure, I would stop as soon as possible. We saw a sign indicating that the next rest stop is 25 miles away. That made her very anxious and she told me that she really needs the bathroom. I guessed that she needed a number two, because she usually tells "I have to pee" or something similar if she just needs a number one. I told her that I could not speed because the road condition wasn't great due to the ice and the light snow, but I could try to exit the highway and stop on a country road if it was an emergency. She declined the offer and told me that it was alright and that she would just wait.
One minute later, she became quite fidgety and told me that she wanted me to pull over all the same. I drove as fast as reasonable and we soon reached a country road. Chantale then said "Beni, you have to stop NOW!" So I stopped and she ran out. She partially hid behind a thin tree, pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and squatted down. She made a very unique face and I wasn't sure if the emotions it conveyed was pain, relief or even pleasure. I observed her for about a minute before realizing that she might need tissues soon. So I grabbed some tissues and followed her steps in the snow. When she saw me approaching, she yelled "Get away, don't look!" but she actually looked distressed and like she could need some support. I told her not to worry, I came to bring her tissues. I squatted next to her and gave her my hand. She took it and squeezed it super hard. I looked at what was under her bottom: a HUGE pile of steaming sausages! There were many of them, of different shades of brown but 7-9" in length. Needless to say that I was shocked.
She squeezed my hand again and shat some more. Every few seconds, she shat another sausage. I had never seen such a heap in my entire life. Chantale told me that her belly cramps were killing her. That, on the other hand, didn't surprise me one bit given how much waste she just expelled. I then asked her if she was sick and she said yes, she'd been constipated for three days! She farted a few more times and then asked me if I could hand her a tissue. Sure.
She wiped a few times and stood up. We took a step aside and then I held her, as she was feeling somewhat dizzy. She told me that she was sorry that I had to witness such a gross thing. However, I secretly enjoyed it and told her that I still think that she's beautiful and attractive, so she doesn't have to worry. We hugged for a while. I looked at the sausages in the snow, wishing that I could take a picture of them. This heap was way larger than any load I ever expelled myself. We went back to the car as Chantale was getting cold. We could still see the steam rising from afar! We both giggled. As we drove away, she told me that either the unusual food, the lack of routine or the constant agitation made that she "couldn't use the bathroom". Later, she ate a regular lunch serving. This experience made us feel even closer.
Thursday, July 14, 2022
Martin
To Sarah S
Yeah, I was just curious about what other families were like. When I sat on the toilet it seemed like I was suddenly a magnet! My Mom was the major one--she wouldn't leave until she saw me wipe my butt. My sisters would go in and out without regard for the smell but they didn't expect a long conversation.
Martin
To Elvia
Yes, that aspect of growing up was very embarrassing for me. I won't say I had a bad childhood in general, but that part of it I could have done without.
My sister Layla who is only a year younger than me was a little different situation. I would go in the bathroom when she was pooping too, and it was not a big deal. We would kid each other about smells and things like that but it wasn't the end of the world. But with my mom and my other two sisters I always wondered, why do you want to come in here and smell the stink.
Brandon
Regarding Martin's question
I see some posters being repulsed by the environment Martin grew up in regarding bathroom antics. I understand it is slightly embarrassing but I wouldn't make more of it as it is. It is only pooping… So many cultures around the world are far less demanding when talking about toilet privacy. Take in mind that for thousands of years there was no such thing as poop shame. Romans would conduct business in public bathrooms, there were no partitions, everything was out in the open. A good 150 years ago regular (poor) people still went in buckets in the house in plain sight of the entire family. Back in the 60s people in apartments shared a communal toilet for 5 or more families (ok the toilet back then had walls but still).
This poop shame really is a very recent phenomenon.
@martin so your mother and sisters barged in when you were doing your thing but what about the other way around? Were your sisters embarrassed when you saw or heard them pooping? I think the answer will be "no". So the embarrassment really only comes from your part, though you have to confirm that of course, this is just a wild guess of me.
When there is only one toilet and sink or shower and you all need to leave the house at roughly the same time you just have to share these experiences, convenient or not…
Deb
Trip to England
Hello. My name is Deb. It's been a while since my last post, mostly because we have been really busy lately.
Last month my husband, daughter and I went on a two week trip to my home of Liverpool, England. It was my husband and daughter's first time going there and for the most part we had an amazing trip. We stayed with one of my best friends, Jane in her ground level flat in Formby. Unfortunately for me, our trip wasn't without a few incidents that I had. Accidents that is. There were three times when I had diarrhea in my pants and twice where I bled through my pants once my period started.
I knew that I would get my period before we left on our trip so I made sure to have plenty pairs of underwear and pads packed in our suitcase. I had several sizes of pads from the Always Overnight ultra thins to their Extra Heavy Overnight maxi pads and ultra thin versions of both.
As I have mentioned here before, I tend to get diarrhea before my period starts which has caused me to have many accidents in my lifetime. I have had all types of accidents from just wet gassy farts, to diarrhea that completely fills my panties, even leaking through my pants and going down my legs.
The flight from Toronto to Manchester airport was uneventful for me, it was just a long flight for all of us. In fact the first several days in Liverpool were also uneventful. We saw almost all of my family and friends while we were there which was really awesome.
My first accident happened as we were on our way to Liverpool City Centre. My friend Jane doesn't live too far from the Freshfield train station and we walked there whenever we went out. Four days into our trip I started having cramps on our walk to the train station. I let out a moan and told my husband that I needed to use the toilet when we got to the station. When we got there, the station attendant wasn't in yet which meant that there was no access to the toilets. I knew I was in trouble right then. The train came and we got seated with our daughter's stroller wedged in between our seats. My husband asked if I was okay and I told him that I was still just holding on. We were about 25 minutes away from the City Centre. The cramps came in waves and the pressure just became too much. My bowels pushed out some gas which was really wet and I could feel it soaking into my pink hipster panties. We got to the City Centre stop and had to take the lift up to the main level because of the stroller. As we were walking I could feel the dampness in my panties and then my bowels cramped up and I started pooping some soft mushy diarrhea into my underwear. We got to the main level and I went directly to the ladies room, still pooping my pants with each step. I couldn't get myself cleaned up properly because the mess was just too much. I went back out to my husband and daughter. He asked if I was okay and I told him that I didn't quite make it and had a mess in my pants. He felt really bad for me. We went to Primark and I bought some new underwear and pants to change into. I had to use the washroom in Primark to get cleaned up. I felt better for the rest of that day.
The next one came two days later when Jane came with us to go to walk around Formby Beach. We were paddling through the Mersey Sea and all of a sudden I cramped up and had to go diarrhea very urgently. I didn't make it even two steps before I completely pooped my white and pink polka dot bikini panties with a load of very soft diarrhea. It immediately spread all over my bum and up my back. Walking through the sand dunes was particularly tough with a huge load of soft diarrhea swishing around my underwear. Once we got back to Jane's car and I let out another load of wet diarrhea into my pants. The mess was unbelievable and cleaning up back at Jane's house took quite a while.
My third accident was similar to my second one in that it came on all of a sudden and I had to go very badly. We were with my cousins walking around Albert Docks in Liverpool. I just couldn't hold it in. I desperately tried to get to the toilets, but it was no use. I just started going and I felt like it wouldn't stop. My light blue full cut panties were completely filled. I had a change of underwear and pants with me, but I couldn't get myself cleaned up properly. We went back to my cousins place so I could shower and change my clothes.
The very next day my husband daughter and I went to London so he could see Emirates Stadium where Arsenal football club play. We had gone to Anfield stadium a few days earlier before my diarrhea started, so it was only fair to go to the Emirates as well.
My period started the morning of our trip. It started off light so I wore an Always Overnight ultra thin pad. The train ride was about three hours from Liverpool to Euston Station in London. About an hour and a half into the trip, I got up to use the washroom as I felt like I needed to change my pad. I got to the washroom and pulled dow my jeans and panties and I couldn't believe what I saw. My pad was totally soaked and had leaked very badly at the back and front part where the wings ended. My underwear was soaked and so were my jeans. It reminded me of the accident I had back in 2016 when my husband and I went on our first date to see a band in Hamilton. I changed my pad, wrapped my jacket around my waist and went back to my seat with my husband and daughter. He asked me if o was okay and I told him that my pad had leaked and that I completely soaked through my pants.
I changed my pad on the train again before we got to London but the damage was already done.
The next day my period was even heavier. I wore an Always Extra Heavy Overnight ultra thin pad. We walked to Emirates Stadium and did a tour of the stadium which was actually really good. We walked around it for a while as well. We then decided to get some food at a pub nearby. I could tell that I would need to change my pad fairly soon. I felt wet but I didn't realize right then that I was leaking through my pants again.
We got to the pub and found a table. My husband went up to the bar to order some drinks for us so I waited at the table with our daughter. I had started gushing a bit so it was nice to sit down. We had to wait about a half an hour before we could order any food anyway. When it was time I went up to the bar and ordered our food. I had brought my wallet with me but not my purse. When I got back got the table, I sat down, but when I sat I felt a squish on my bum. My husband had a concerned look on his face. He leaned over and said, "Deb, honey, you have leaked through your pants again." I felt a chill go up my back and wondered how long I was walking around with another big period stain on my bum. I didn't have a jacket or anything to tie around my waist because of how warm it was. I got up and tried to walk as discreetly as possible with my purse over my bum to cover the stain. I got into a toilet and saw the damage. It was bad, really bad. Worse than my leak on the train. All I could do was change my pad and go back to our table.
Walking back to our hotel was a bit tough too. I was still bleeding really heavily and the stain on my pants was really noticeable. I changed into some clean clothes and underwear and put on an Extra Heavy Overnight maxi pad. The next morning my period wasn't quite as heavy, even though I did leak through my pad which got blood on my underwear but luckily I was able to change my pad before I leaked through my jeans again.
So all in all, I made a mess of five pairs of pants and underwear during our two week trip to England. As I said though, overall our trip was really amazing.
Thanks for reading.
Deb