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Kieffer

Underwear, wiping & families
Me and my girlfriend, D'Shannon, go to the same high school, come from large, single parent families, and we have a lot of responsibilities at home. Neither of our families can afford a washing machine or dryer so weekly D'Shannon and I walk with a bag of our families' dirty laundry and do it at this large coin laundry. There's a large amount of laundry and other responsibilities for each of us because we're the oldest with responsibilities for our brothers and sisters.

Both me and D'Shannon have been bullied in the past. She was called out in her junior high for her older, tattered white underwear, which she had to show and change for PE. There was almost no privacy in the locker room and the teacher stayed out of it and in the office. Also, she would have skids from the crap she took earlier in the day. I felt sorry for her but she was forgetful so she would run for a toilet, sit and shit, and then reach for toilet paper that wasn't there. If the other stalls were occupied and the warning bell was ringing, it was everything she could do pull her clothing up and run for the next class. Now, her younger sister Alison is receiving some of the same bullying and has not yet used a toilet at her school this year. As a result, she has large yellow stains in her undies that seem to be getting worse from week to week.

At the laundry, D'Shannon and I have discussed the condition of Alison's panties. She has also noted that my sister, Kyree, who is 12, also has messes in her underwear. That also comes from the lack of privacy and crowded toilet rooms at school and tight class scheduling. I know that on a couple of occasions, I've had to drive her to school on Saturday mornings for her detentions due to her tardy problems.

In my case, I had a hard time getting my pee stream going standing around the bowl-styled urinal with all the guys and no partition to give even minimal privacy to each of the users. So about three years ago I got sick of the slurs about the relatively small size of my organ and some of the immoral hand gestures directed at me from some of the older guys. I find it much easier and less threatening to take a seat on a toilet to pee. I've also recommended it to my younger brothers. I also switched to boxers which are less tight and will get less skids.

Both me and D'Shannon continue to find the school toilets to be much more problematic than they need to be. However, we've tried to learn from our experiences.

Are there other experiences you guys would like to share?

Toilet Kid: I agree with you. Comfort is important to pooping production.

Cam: I enjoyed your story very much. How did you or what made you become the huge germaphobe? Have you ever been criticized or put down for using toilet paper to sit on that a future user would need for wiping?

sarah

poop at the park and hearing two runners shit
today i took a break from driving to go to a popular walking spot. there are often many joggers here. i was taking a walk and it began to work my bowels. i knew there were bathrooms ahead so i kept walking. when i got to the bathroom my need to shit was stronger but not urgent. the bathroom was a small building with two single person rooms. i have used these toilets before and you can hear the other side. i went in the left one covered the seat and dropped my jeans and panties to my sneakers. i let out three loud farts then took a long piss. i needed to drop a load but it was not urgent so i waited to see if i would get a pooping buddy. after 2 minutes someone went in and took a piss and left. about 10 minutes after that i could hear two women outside the bathrooms. one said how she was dying to take a shit and took the room next to me. her friend said she needed to go to and tried my door then waited outside. i could hear the woman quickly sit on the toilet and do a fast and noisy poop. she moaned after her release. her shit sounded soft but not diarrhea. it was a loud crackle and sounded like a lot very fast. her shit only took a few seconds. she did a short piss and wiped. she must have been messy because she wiped a lot. her friend told her to hurry up. she finished wiping and flushed and cleaned up. she apologized to her friend that she stunk it up and her friend joked she was going to make it worse. i could hear her cover the seat and sit. she farted twice. there was silence so i decided to push my load out. i pushed and quickly pushed out a medium sized log that plopped in the toilet. after mine dropped i heard a plop from her stall then a louder one then two more and a sigh. we both wiped and left at the same time. the first woman was a tall blonde the second woman was a short brunette both had ponytails and were in running clothes.

Petro

To JW
I'd like to ask you 3 questions:

1) Was it difficult for you to poop in your childhood?
2) Did you poop after breakfast having an urge for doing it on the potty and pushed trying to poop something out?
3) Did you always poop on your own?

Sunday, September 18, 2022

Stephanie

Accidents from when I was 17 (part 3)
Hi. I'm back with more stories of accidents that I had when I was 17 years old. My last story was from March of 2009 when I had to go so badly on my walk to Megan's house and I just couldn't hold it. Megan let he borrow a pair of jeans and panties to wear for the day. Unfortunately I ended up having diarrhea during our presentation at school before lunch. Our teacher let me go to the washroom, but I didn't make it and made a big mess of the clothes that Megan lent me.

After that day, my mom suggested that I start taking an extra pair of underwear with me in my purse. So that's what I started doing.

At the beginning of April, 2009, I started working at a home goods store in the mall called Stokes. It was a part time job and they were very accommodating with my schedule for both school at football.

One day at the end of April, it was a Thursday and I had to work after school. I took the bus from school to the mall and on the way there, I was getting that familiar feeling in my stomach that I would need a toilet soon. As the bus was driving into the mall, I cramped up and the urge to go got really bad. I'm did my best to keep my butt cheeks clenched while I stepped off the bus, but I started letting out gas uncontrollably. It started getting wet and as I hurriedly shuffled into the mall I started going in my lacy purple full-cut panties. I got into the washroom by the food court letting out mushy poop with each step. I went into a stall, pulled down my jeans and underwear and let the rest fall out of me. I did my best to get myself cleaned up, but I could not do a really good job nor change my underwear in the tiny stall. So I pulled everything back up and went to Stokes to start work. I told Judy, the lady who I usually worked with, that I needed to use the toilet before I started work. I went to the back room and used the washroom in the back. Luckily it was considerably larger and had a sink. My jeans were not stained, but I definitely needed to change my underwear. I cleaned up and changed into a pair of pink bikini panties with lacing around the legs and waist.

Judy had started work at 1pm and took her dinner break at 6. She was gone for about 45 minutes and that's when the store got really busy for some reason. It was also during this time that my need to empty my bowels came back. I was doing okay for the first little while, but then I had a big lineup of customers that wanted to buy things. So I had to stand at the cash register for a good 25 minutes trying my best to not lose my bowels in my pants again. It was really tough going because the cramps were getting worse by the minute. I felt a gurgle go through my bowels and I'm pretty sure that the customers who were waiting in line knew that something was up with me. I was breathing a bit heavier and let out a few quiet moans. I just stood as still as possible to keep my butt cheeks clenched, but the cramps were just too much. I was handing a credit card back to a female customer when I couldn't hold it any longer. A load of mushy, wet diarrhea started leaking out between my bum cheeks and then with a squelch, my bowls contracted and I filled my pink bikini panties. The mess immediately spread all over my bum and went up my back. I just stood there, frozen in shock. I could feel my face go red and my eyes tear up as I continued going in my pants. The next lady in line asked me if I was okay and I just nodded yes. I wasn't sure what else to do other than keep trying to ring customers through.

When Judy finally got back from her dinner break she noticed right away that something was wrong. She came around the corner and said quietly, "It's okay honey, go get yourself sorted out." I nodded and slowly walked to the back room with this massive load of mushy diarrhea swishing around my underwear. It was leaking out from the legs of my panties and into my jeans as well. I was still going in my pants as I got to the washroom. I carefully pulled down my jeans and then my bikini panties. Everything was a massive mess. My underwear was loaded all the way up to the waistband, all over the bum and even towards the front. There was no possible way for me to get cleaned up properly there. I pulled everything up which felt so gross and went to the doorway of the back room. I called Judy over and told her that I was sick and needed to go home. She gently rubbed my arm and told me to feel better. I went out back again and texted my mom and asked her if she could pick me up. I tied my jacked around my waist because by then my accident was very noticeable through my jeans. The smell was a dead giveaway anyway, so I did my best to keep my distance from everyone.

As usual, my mom helped me with getting cleaned up.

I ended up getting my period the next day at school. It wasn't enough to leak through my pants which was lucky, but I was still having the runs. I had to work that night and made a mess on my maxi pad at one point. It wasn't nearly as bad as the night before, but my pad definitely needed changing. I had to work on Saturday as well, and my bowels were doing much better at least, but my period got really heavy. I could feel that I was soaking my pad and totally leaked through it and my jeans. I changed my pad and had to tie my sweater around my waist for the rest of the day.

My best friend Megan's birthday is in May. For her birthday we, along with a bunch of friends, went to the movies to see the new Star Trek movie. Something I ate definitely did not agree with me and I messed my hipster panties midway through the movie. I just sat there trying not to move. When the movie finally ended I had to walk as discreetly as possible with my back to everyone. Megan could tell they something was wrong and quietly asked me if I was okay. I started tearing up and told her that I wasn't feeling well and had an accident during the movie. We all went back to her place and I used her upstairs washroom to get cleaned up and changed into my spare panties and a pair of Megan's pants.

I was actually accident free until July of that year. But that one month, June, made me let my guard down a bit because when I did have my next accident, it was a massive one. I'll be back again later for that story.

Stephanie

Mina + 3

Dearest Victoria and Robyn
We are so happy you are back!!! Tomorrow when we are on the loo long time we will probably cry with happiness all of us.

Sorry this is off subject post. But we want to say this to you.

Lots love to everyone. Good luck on the loo and everywhere.

MHKM

ToiletKid

Pooping together
I am a Toilet Kid (formerly a flusher), I present a special story. Since I am a child, accordingly, all my stories will be about childhood.

That day I was staying with my brother, and parents, both mine and his, left together for a few days. My brother and I (I call him Paint all the time, because he is fond of painting with paints), played chess together. During the game, my ???? hurt a little, and I, always inclined to respond to the urge to go to the toilet, told my brother that I would take a potty break. He agreed to wait for me, and I went to the toilet. I reached the lavatory, and opened the door, when suddenly he ran up and said that he also had a stomach ache. And there was only one toilet. That's when we thought why not try to poop together. In our imagination, it seemed easy - we sit on the toilet seat on both sides. The toilet was wide enough, and we were not shy of each other. In general, I pulled down my checkered dark-red pants, and striped underpants, and Paint pulled down blue pants, and yellow underpants, and we sat on the toilet on both sides. At first it was uncomfortable, we twirled around, and then we were able to get comfortable, and as a result we pooped quite well. And the bellies are gone. But the memory of such a very unusual poop did not pass. We still remember this case to this day.

Danny

Farted in Front of my Girlfriend for the First Time
My girlfriend Jen and I have been together for six months now and I was over at her apartment the other night. We were cuddling on her bed and she started to tickle me playfully on my stomach. All of a sudden a huge gassy 3 second fart escaped and I immediately turned red. Jen just giggled and started to hold her nose. She ask if I was okay between giggles and another balloon entered my colon and I exploded again this time it was even louder and about 3 seconds longer.

I got up only wearing my underwear and held my butt and stomach while apologizing. Jen just kept giggling and said "It's okay, get in the bathroom before you shit yourself."

There was a small bathroom right next to her bedroom. I yanked my boxer briefs down and plopped on the toilet where I exploded another huge 5 second long fart. I just kept unloading for the next five minutes with a huge fart about every 20 seconds.

When I was finally done I came out and Jen started giggling again and asked if I was okay.

That was the first time either one of us had farted in front of each other and it was really embarrassing.

Does anyone else have a similar story?

Danny

Using Bathrooms at Outdoor Concerts
I saw Sarah and others discuss this topic on previous posts on here and just wanted to share my embarrassing experience years ago at an outdoor summer concert festival.

This was a rock festival around 2010 and there were no bathrooms except for porta-potties. I was having major stomach issues and had to take a major dump halfway into the concert. I figured I'd play it safe and go to the furthest porta-potties I could find. I actually found one lone one by itself and I figured that's great because it isn't next to any others where anyone could hear me. Unfortunately it didn't quite work out that way.

I got into it and yanked my pants and underwear down and just let loose. It was just a mix of long loud farts and loose poop. All of a sudden in the middle of this I started to hear giggling. Female giggling. I tried to stop but couldn't and just kept blasting and farting away. Once I was done I realized I made a huge mistake. There was no toilet paper.

As red in the face as I could get in embarrassment I stuck my head out the door and saw two beautiful, one blonde and one burnette, girls in their mid-20s looking back at me waiting to use the porta-potty. They giggled when I poked my head out and I asked them if they had any tissue. Fortunately they did and the blonde said while handing me some, "Sounded like you really need some." Which caused her friend to uncontrollably burst out in laughter. I wiped as fast as possible and stepped out walking away still hearing them giggle at my predicament.

Super embarrassing but I learned to always have tissue at a outdoor concert just in case.

Danny

I Shared a Bathroom with my Sister Jessica
As I said on a recent post my sister Jessica use to make fun of me a lot for getting skidmarks in my white Hanes briefs underwear whenever she did the laundry. Growing up she was three years older than me as well as four inches taller and a really good athlete so she would hold me down by sitting on my chest and shove my skidmarked underwear into my face as a joke.

We also shared a bathroom where both our bedroom doors went into from different sides kind of like in the Brady Bunch. Unfortunately the doors didn't have locks and she would constantly walk in on me while I was on the toilet taking a huge dump. She would just cover her nose while getting whatever she came to get in the bathroom. I would just turn red in embarrassment and try to stop farting or plopping until she left.

I usually took my dumps in the evening so whenever she was in there doing her hair or something like that I was out of luck because we weren't allowed to use my mom's bathroom. One time when I was 13 and she was 16 I really had to poop and she was in there curling her hair. I came in holding my stomach telling her I really had to go and she said just five more minutes. I tried to ignore her and sit on the toilet but she threatened me with the line

"If your butt touches that seat while I'm still in here I'm shoving your head in the toilet and flushing it."

That might sound over the top but it was a valid threat because when I was 11 and she was 14 she did shove my head in the toilet for reading her diary and flushed it at least three times. I almost pooed myself but she finished curling her hair just in time thank goodness.

The worst thing she would do to me though on nights when our mom was out on a date, is hold me down and shove her butt in my face while farting multiple times. We were a pretty gassy family and whenever my sister had a lot of gas she would take me down(she wrestled boys in middle school on the wrestling team) and get me in a position where her weight was holding down my chest and arms while her butt was aimed at my face.

That was embarrassing enough but one time she even did it when her best friend Tammy was there. I had a huge crush on Tammy because she was a super cut blonde. We were all watching TV in the living room and we all heard my sister's stomach rumble. I turned red in embarrassment because I knew what was coming after my sister shot me a glance. I tried to run but she took me down like always and started blasting her butt in my face while Tammy sat in the couch uncontrollably giggling.

Some of this might sound extreme but I just want to say that my sister and I did love each other. Sure she picked on me but she never physically hurt me technically and we mostly did get along even if she did think it was hilarious to fart in my face every other week.

I was a scrawny kid so I got bullied a lot at school. Even though my sister picked on me she was also very protective of me being three years older. One time when I was still in elementary school and she was in middle school this big kid named Aaron made me give him a dollar once a week. I told my sister and she said to stop it and stand up for myself. So I did and in return Aaron tried to yank my white briefs underwear over my head. They didn't quite make it and painfully ripped. When I got home Jessica saw my ripped Hanes hanging out of my pants. Before I could dislodge the painful cotton from my butt my sister marched me back to the park where it happened. She told me to go up to Aaron and kick him in the nuts and then punch him in the eye or else. I was more afraid of her than Aaron so that is just what I did and I gave Aaron a black eye.

sarah

name change, desperate piss at a rides house, responses, log
hello its me sarah i see there is another sarah so i am now going by sarah driver. i am a rideshare driver so that is why driver.

i doing a ride picking up passengers from the airport. i had been needing quite a piss for about two hours but had lots of rides to do. i should have stopped on my way to the airport but did not. i kind of wanted to see how much i could hold it and kept drinking my water. i eventually get to the airport and one of the passengers ask if i can wait as a bag got misplaced. i said that was fine and it took longer than i thought. the destination was 45 minutes away and i really needed to take a massive piss. i am driving down the highway and am beginning to fidget noticeably. my seatbelt is pressing on my bladder and i really need to piss. my legs start bobbing as we get 15 minutes away from the destination. the riders notice my desperation but they do not say anything. we finally get to their house and i am on the edge of completely wetting myself. i was so desperate i asked them "im not supposed to ask this but im about to piss myself can i use your bathroom"? they said they would let me use it and leaped out of the car. they lead me to their bathroom and i quickly slammed the door and ripped down my panties and shorts and flung myself on the toilet. i immediately let out a waterfall of loud and noisy piss. the relief was so amazing i moaned as my bladder blasted out piss into the toilet. the piss stayed this strong for a whole minute then continued half as strong for 20 or 30 seconds. finally i was done pissing and my legs were shaking from relief. was one of the best pisses of my life.

the questions

Q: Would you have still used that Subway toilet if there was no toilet paper for you to use in covering the seat? How frequently are you in a situation like that?

Q: May I ask why you cover the seats in such a small bathroom like a Subway. Was this something your mom taught you? Do your friends do it? I would think the paper used for seat covering could be put to better use later by wipers.

this is something i grew up doing. if there is not enough paper or i am really desperate i wont bother.

Pooping Log Survey

1. Where I last pooped. mcdonalds
2. Date: september 9th at around 4pm
3. What you read if anything. nothing
4. i was in there for just a few minutes
5. Was I shameful? there was other people in the bathroom but it did not make much noise
6. Did it smell? no
7. Did I enjoy it. was ok
8. How far did I pull my pants down? down to my knees
9. Any other comments: i had to take a piss so pulled over into a mcdonalds. there was someone in the end stall and i took the first. while pissing i felt i could shit too. i pushed out a small solid log. i didnt need to go that bad. it made a loud plop in the toilet. was dry and a one wipe cleanup.

Cam

Game Set Poop
Not sure if there are tennis fans here, but at last night's Women's Semifinals at the US Open, a bathroom revelation was made by the world's #1 female player, Iga Swiatek. Swiatek started out really rough in the first set, struggling with her serve and overall looking a step off. After losing the first set she took a bathroom break. She won the second set and then came back to win the third, a remarkable turnaround.

During the on court interview after, she was asked 'what did you say to yourself in the bathroom to turn things around.' After meandering in her answer a bit, Swiatek said bluntly "it's more what I did - I kind of needed to go, well I - for sure, I felt lighter." Then she backstopped and said "Sorry that's disgusting." So she basically admitted she pooped between sets.

Looking back at the match now it seems like she likely had to poop during the first set which explains why she was really off her game. Holding it in would give you stomach pains and jumping around so much has got to be awful when you have to go. The poor girl has to endure headlines today that allude to her poop break turnaround.

Last month I had to make an unexpected trip for a funeral, flying down to Texas with a layover in Chicago. I had a long layover so I got a proper meal - sandwich, a salad, a beer. The salad dressing was funky but I was so exhausted from traveling I didn't care, I was happy to be in a regular restaurant rather than grabbing fast food.

About 40 minutes later I boarded my flight - one of those small commuter type planes. While waiting to taxi, I started getting bad cramps. I usually can tough them out, but these were really bad abdominal cramps. So bad I was clenching my own hands to manage the pain. I began sweating it was that bad. We finally started taxing, but I was literally getting dizzy from the pain and I knew I had to go to the bathroom.

It was a tiny plane with a flight attendant in the front and back. I flagged the one up front down, and mouthed "I need the bathroom - it's an emergency." She said OK and told me to go to the back. Of course, the younger, very attractive flight attendant was in the back. I told her I was sick and needed the bathroom. Now, she's in the jump seat which literally folds down IN FRONT of the bathroom. So she had to unbuckle, get up, and fold the jump seat away so I could use the bathroom. Which means she waited right outside.

As soon as I got in I peeled my pants down. Now I'm a huge germaphobe, and I never sit right on a public toilet seat EVER. But I was so desperate and weak I just plopped my ass on the seat. I let out a massive amount of gas that was really loud, followed by a torrent of diarrhea. It was an explosion, and I was so mortified because I'm sure the flight attendant could hear it.

The good news was that released a lot of the pain, which was clearly my meal not agreeing. When I got out, the FA was so sweet to me, asking if I was ok. She offered me some GingerAle and helped me back to my seat. I was past the point of worrying about embarrassment. She continued checking on me during the flight. When I deplaned, I waited to be the last off and thanked her for being so kind. She smiled and said quite candidly "I've had diarrhea many times on flights and I know it's horrible - I hope the worst is behind you."

I made it through the flight but had another bout of diarrhea later on. It always comes at the worst times.

Tina

I hate pooping-how can I stop going completely?
Hi, I'm Tina and I'm 23 yrs old. I'm very embarrassed to share this, but I really absolutely hate pooping. I usually go twice a day with pretty big solid logs, and I just hate the thought of having it slide through my intestines. I just feel so disgusted when I expel feces.

What I try to do sometimes is hold my poop in for as long as possible and hope the urge goes away by avoiding fiber. It usually does at first but later comes back. I sometimes make it to 2 weeks without pooping but by then the pain becomes too much and at that point I have to reluctantly go.

So is there anyway I can stop pooping completely by not having fiber?

I NEVER want to poop again.

Tina

Alice

Desperate poo at school
So today I had an incident at at school, I was sitting at my desk, in class after lunch. When I felt a rumbling in my stomach. I knew I'd have to poo soon so I raised my hand and asked if I could go to the toilet, teacher said no of course, which he wasn't supposed to do since I have IBSD. I decided to try again in a moment, no again. By this point I was really feeling it, it felt as if it was going to be soft and in large quantity (which my poos usually are)after another minute or two if felt like it was right at my hole. I kept trying to hold everything in but I ended up letting out a fart, I could tell by the smell and the newfound wetness in my panties that it wasn't a dry fart. I raised my hand once more and finally the teacher let me go, I got up from my desk and walked to the classroom door, when I got there the teacher spoke up and told me that I had ten minutes or he'd write me up. Once I exited the classroom I broke into a small jog as I rushed to the little girl's room. By the time I got there I was farting uncontrollably and I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter, I pushed my way past two or three girls to get to the stall. Once in the stall I locked the door, pulled my now completely soiled panties down to my knees and plopped my but down on the potty. I had my hand over my mouth trying to stifle moans as my bowels emptied themselves into the pot below. This continued for about ten minutes before it ended with a fart. I felt so Overwhelmed that I just started crying, it took two or three girls to calm me down, one even lent me a spare pair of panties she had on hand since mine were so full. I eventually worked up the courage to leave the stall and head back to class, but by the time I got back there the principal and the nurse were waiting on me. They asked if I was alright I told them I was, and they told me that the teacher who forced me to hold it had been severely reprimanded for his actions. They told me to just head on home and relax cause I had been through a lot.

Thanks for reading-Alice

Isabelle
My dad was driving me in his new car. I'm a physically active young woman so I have an appetite, and my big lunch was more than ready to come out. I was so desperate I had to sit on my heel to keep myself under control.

"Dad, I really have to go to the bathroom."
"You'll have to hold it, Isabelle."
"Please stop somewhere, I need to go now."
"How? I'm stuck in traffic."

My heart sank.

I had to let out my gas even though he'd smell me. I'd eaten a lot of sugar so I knew it wouldn't be nice, but it was really wet. Blort! It was loud coming out in my denim shorts. I corked my anus with my heel again.

"Excuse me."
"Isabelle, that's disgusting," my dad admonished.
"Oh, I know. I smell it. I'm only human, Dad." Oh my goodness, how embarrassing!

I forced myself to keep holding it, but I wanted relief so badly. I could barely resist, but I had to, there was nowhere to stop and let me go. I suffered in that traffic jam for another 20 minutes with my shoe blocking my digestive tract except when I was giving off my noxious fumes (which annoyed my dad to no end and I didn't even excuse myself anymore). It was evident that I wasn't going to get to a bathroom anytime soon, and I'd had enough of denying myself. I decided to ruin the seat.

I managed a really embarrassing apology before giving in: "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"No, you're not, young lady!"

I uncorked myself and disobeyed. My sloppy mess sloshed out of my underwear and shorts. So much for that new car smell! But oh my goodness, the relief. The intense, primal pleasure of satisfying my twisting, cramping bowels. I sighed in ecstasy and the smell hit me. It was vile. He was going to get his daughter up his nostrils full strength every time he drove from now on.

"Whew! That's bad!" I said. "I'm really sorry."
"You're a wild animal. How dare you."
"Better to lose my father than my intestines."
"My new car smells nauseating, Isabelle!"
"You wouldn't believe how badly I had to go."
"I don't care how badly you had to go! You deliberately let go of yourself."
"It was an emergency and it's my body, Dad. I have to live with the consequences for life if I damage it."
"That was such a selfish thing to do."

That's me. Selfish. It was so worth it!

Vincene

Child care and bathroom transitions
I've been taking a vacation hour or two each day from my main job to help a troubled single mom who lives in our apartment building. She has a delightful, but sensitive and shy daughter who just started 2nd grade. I walk a block to where Gyllynne is dropped off at the bus stop and then bring her back to her apartment. Often we go across the hall to the apartment where Diver and I live and I have some activities and a snack prepared for her. Some evenings Gyllynne's mom if forced by a labor shortage to work overtime until 7 or 8 p.m.

Most every day once we get to her apartment I help Gyllynne get out of her school clothing and into something more comfortable. During the process she almost always has to get up on the toilet and pee. At home, her feet are off the floor so sometimes her weight shifts a bit and there is a spill. That gives me an opportunity for me to check her panties. On three or four days a week she poos at school. I realize that's a victory of sorts, but her wiping is very inadequate. Try smears and sometimes pee stains. A couple of times she's had both in her undies.

I don't want Gyllynne to develop low self esteem because she's quite shy already. Her mom is saddled with such a rotten job, unstable hours, and out of frustration she can lash out verbally. Saying she should have held her back a year before starting school, etc. I've found there's not the monitoring usually offered in the bathrooms because the school can't find enough paras to go around. There's 5th and 6th graders who hassle the younger ones in the bathroom. With no privacy doors and lack of supervision, this can get bad. The younger ones that are shy and lack the confidence sit for just the slightest time because of taunts and such. A couple of the girls practically threaten the younger ones off the toilet by threatening to sit down on them. Obviously, good hygiene such as wiping and washing hands isn't going to be a priority.

The other afternoon I walked Gyllynne over to a park where we shared popcorn and had ice cream. Then I told her I had to pee and we walked to the other side of the lagoon, where we were the only ones in the toilet building, and we did a buddy pee. I hope it helps to curb Gyllynne's shyness and awkwardness.

For Anna from Austria:

The most awkward situation came when I want to see a bad house fire on our block. The seriousness of what I was seeing activated by bowels. It was about 10 oclock at night and fully dark. I was standing in the driveway of an unoccupied house. I hopped up on a driveway retaining wall made of concrete blocks, sat gingerly on the concrete so the cement wouldn't tear up my skin and did my shit. I've told Diver about that and he thinks my solution was brilliant because the whole crowd was focused across the street and the fire.

For Skidmarked from Columbia:
1. Have you ever wet yourself during the daytime? If so why and what did you do after?
In college, I was waiting outside a professor's office when the results of the last exam, and the biggest part of our grade, was posted. I was so excited the dam I had been holding broke. Luckily there was no lecture scheduled because I headed to the bathroom, took a toilet, and started drying myself off. Luckily I was wearing dark black jeans.
2. Have you ever had a chocolate wedgie?
I've often been a morning shitter and in college a couple of days a week I had three 90 minute lectures to sit through.
3. Did it ever smell to where you could smell it?
No, I guess my sense of smell isn't that great. But one night when Diver and I were getting intimate in our bedroom, he was able to smell and then identify it.
4. Have you ever put toilet paper in your underwear as like a pad for preventing poop stains? NO.

CJ

Stall gaps and why I don't care.
I actually have installed some toilet stalls in American bathrooms so I have what is probably the most practical explanation for the gaps that let you see in.
The truth is they aren't there on purpose generally, but they are made in a factory to a certain size. Ideally they all have to fit in order between the bathroom walls which are somewhat bigger so you can be assured that all the doors work and everything goes together. The difference between the measurement of the bathroom and the stalls put together will determine the gaps in certain places. That's why many places the gaps aren't that bad and you wouldn't see the person on the toilet unless you were trying to look in, but the men's room at my work has gaps so big that passers by can easily see the sitters face and crotch without even trying to.
Stall gaps were uncomfortable to me earlier in my life but the ideal that was taught to me is that if you need to poop or pee, you should take care of your body and let it out, and I was always taught to use public toilets when I need them, so the stall gaps are something that I legitimately challenged myself to overcome as I matured in life.
I look at it like this, I've gotten pretty easy about group showers at the summer camp I used to go to. While stalls for toilets are a given, at the end of the day we are all guys (or gals) in there and we all know what everybody is doing. The toilet is not an embarrassing place for me to sit. I love my bodily functions and I love the chance to spend some time with my naked parts out, enjoying a sensation in my anus that I love. So, I'm quite happy to sit on a toilet if other people know that I'm pooping. They can't see me do anything that embarrasses me, they can only see me doing something I love to enjoy and if they see my penis, or my poop hanging out of me, or hear my farts and plops I'm not offended because I'm not embarrassed by it. I realize that this is still of a personal nature, but I really love that nature! That is why I am so comfortable pooping in the stalls at work with my coworkers, pants and undies at my feet, legs wide open and loud and proud! I fart and grunt freely and most of my normal poop neighbors at work are the same. We talk and joke over out plops and grunts.
I haven't had to use open stalls without doors very often but I have actually gone to some park and beach restroom with doorless stalls on Purpose, just to challenge myself to poop in an open stall. I usually Don't get much company when I do that but occasionally I've been joined by other poppers in neighboring stalls, usually when they have to go so bad that they can't avoid it so I get to hear some good powerful dumps from those people!
I have also seen reflective tiles that others have mentioned and I have stood at a urinal to pee only to have an excellent view of the shit literally hanging out someone's ass in the stall next to me! I will admit I usually look out of curiosity, but I have also pooped in that stall quite comfortably many times and will probably do it again within the next week or two. I've taken many good solid poops and some really awesome diarrhea blasts in that toilet and I know somebody saw it all come out of me, and frankly that is something I can live with. I have a lot of affection for pooping in general and that is why I'm okay with it.
Having said all of that, I would personally love it if all bathrooms were unisex and men and women could just agree to pee and poop together since pooping and peeing is neither male nor female! I respect other peoples want to privacy but it really does bother me how much we dont want other people, especially the opposite sex to know that we poop! I do agree that stall gaps could be tightened up and the gaps at the back could be filled so reflective tiles can be used without revealing a person's pooping anus to the whole world, but I love my pooping anus, so you can't embarrass me by seeing it! I love that.
I'm always a proud shameless shitter!

Monday, September 12, 2022

Nickel

WHY BIG GAPS
There is a reason for space between them. It because many people use these restrooms for illegal things like drugs, asexual and other not good purposes in public restrooms. At the same time we have laws for privacy. It to allow you some privacy but catch others that is doing wrong. Even catch people in spying on others for sexual purposes. In many ways it good because you can see if someone is using the stalls.

Really it natural thing and there should not be gender and walls separate the rest rooms and more ventilations to keep orders down. All need to go and maybe some portioner to put toilet paper hangers there and that all. I much think that all toilets should be congener and put more toilets instead in the same real state area if needed.

Taylor

To Sarah - Peeing at concert
In my experience, what worked for me at a festival was just wetting myself. I would bring plenty of spare clothes and when I needed to pee I would just wet myself where I stood. Black leggings worked really well because they don't glisten and look wet once you stop peeing. I imagine skirts would be even better, especially if you wore thin underwear that dries quickly.

Keci

Survey and Labor Day Concert
Pooping Log Survey

1. Where I last pooped. Shorty's Gas & Convenience Store.
2. Date: Sept. 4 at 2:15 a.m.
3. What you read if anything. My friend Stac was with me in the stall and she couldn't wait for me to get done because she had drank 2X what I had at an after-work going away party.
4. 5 minutes for the rather easy dump, plus another 5 minutes because I like messing with Stac when she's drunk and desperate.
5. Was I shameful? No. We had walked across the highway from the city park where we originally intended to use the bathroom. Someone had stolen all three of the toilet seat. I suggested she sit carefully on the rim, but she felt she would fall in. I know I would have because I can't shit without some bodily movement.
6. Did it smell? Yes. If I had been sober I would have flushed once our twice during my extended sit.
7. Did I enjoy it. Yes. Stac tried to get up on the basin for her piss, but was too drunk. She probably would have busted her back.
8. How far did I pull my pants down? All the way to the floor.
9. Any other comments: I had pulled my pants down just before I sat my butt on the toilet. Stac probably saved me from peeing through my panties because I had neglected to pull them down. I told her I was just testing her eyes and sobriety.

Labor Day Concert Festival story:

This happened like my junior year in high school. Juliet, who was in several of my classes and a study partner, asked me if I wanted to go with her and her parents to this day-long music festival. Her parents, who she joked were like modern day hippies, were taking her out of town for the concert. Most of the 6 or 7 bands were from the '60s or '70s. Juliet said her parents had gotten her turned on to their music. They also shared with her some things I can't imagine my parents ever telling me. One of the bands called Puckett something played this song about a girl losing her virginity and becoming a woman now. That was playing on her dad's car radio when he and mom finally......

About a half hour from the concert grounds, Juliet's father stopped for gas. He was adamant about us going to the bathroom there and then continuing to sit and make sure before we got off the toilet. It was the last one we would see for 12 hours of so. Juliet whispered in my ear if I had remembered the loose-fitting dress and no underwear rule. She said her parents had followed it since their first music festival.

Right after the sun had gone down Juliet's parents who were laying in the grass in front of us turned and pointed out the cooler that she and I had carried in. Her dad had used it to mark something important. He took out his lighter and pushing the cooler to one side, he put his hand on about a 2 or 3 inch hole he had dug in the ground. He said he had used his old Boy Scout pocket knife to develop something he called 'essential' for women. It was a 'pee pit.' By us not having underwear and jeans or shorts to make it more awkward, we could just sit discretely over the pit and take our pees. Juliet said she had been doing that since grade school, but my mind was at work trying to figure it out. She used it just before the next band started its set. I used it about an hour later. I was scared at first to use it, but Juliet showed me how to use my right hand and fingers to help line my sit up with the pit. Once I got my pee started slowly and I kept my attention to the stage, my faucet opened up and I got a really mean gusher going into the pit.

After the concert ended just before midnight and we were walking about 7 or 8 blocks to our car, both Juliet and I directed our route to the south where there must have been 50 or 60 portable toilets lining this alley. Many of them were in use, but the lines weren't long. Both me and Juliet got a final pee in for the road trip back home. Juliet's mom was waiting for me at the door when I came out. He dad was also coming out of one of the toilets close to mine. Juliet said he can go a half day or more without taking a piss. I was like Whaaaaaat?

CJ

How many people have you seen pooping at once?
There is just something cool about dropping your drawers to the floor and letting your bowels loose together in a public bathroom with no shame! I always enjoy having company with other men in the stalls. The largest public restroom I've used was a stadium men's room with 20 toilets.
I was at a game once and had to take a dump twice. The first was before the game and I really needed to poop before I did anything else. I think everyone had the same idea because all 20 of those toilets were tied up with guys young and old, pooping and farting. There were so many people waiting for stalls that every stall had a few guys waiting in front. I was in line for about the 9th stall down and on my left was a group of 20 and 30 somethings who were small talking while they waited and I could tell they all knew what each other needed to do. To my right was a dad and two sons about 8 and 12. I talked with the dad about the game that we were looking forward to and had some good conversation for about 10 minutes. When I got in my stall, I turned around, dropped my pants and drawers, (I also ware boxer Breifs), and sat down on the seat which was very warm from the middle-aged man that had been sitting on on it for the last 10 minutes. I like crowded restrooms so I relaxed and let out a big burst of gas followed by an initial firm log. I knew there was something brewing in me still. I waited about a minute and another urge hit me so hard I had to grunt. It was fairly solid and felt amazing coming out without much gas but with a huge splash in the bowl. I sighed in relief but there was more so I grunted some more as I pushed. I could tell this one was long so I took it slow and inched it out my anus. It felt really good coming out of me! About a minute after I sat down on my toilet, one of the 20 somethings entered the stall to my left and both the 8 and 12 year olds entered the stall to my right. The 20s dropped is pants in a hurry and let out a long bubbly fart which transitioned into a stream of diarrhea and then back to a bubbly fart, which faded out and stopped. He had Nike brand nylon shorts and they were laying right on the floor at that point.
The 8 year old turned around and pulled his pants and white breifs down to about lower calf level, and then hoisted himself up on the toilet with his feet dangling about 6 inches off the floor. His feet and ankles stretched a bit as he started pushing and grunting loudly while his brother talked to him to try and ease his pooping. He grunted for about 5 minutes while farting and pooping. When he was done, he wiped while his brother said hurry up I have to take a dump! The 8 year old got off the toilet and before he could get his pants back up, the 12 year old said alright outa my way I gotta dump so bad! He never even flushed the toilet before He dropped his pants to the floor and when he sat down, all hell broke out of this kids bowels! I'm talking the loudest sounding dump I've heard in a while. The 8 year old started chuckling but is brother was in too much pain, or relief to care cause he kept pushing and grunting out waves of gas and diarrhea while his brother watched him. The dad called out, Collin are you going to be okay to watch the game? Collin said, It really hurts dad and mike thinks this is funny! He said it literally without being able to stop pooping, farting and grunting. His rectum finally called down after a few minutes and he said it burns so bad! The dad said okay, sit there for a few minutes and rest. He just sat there and continued to leak a little bit now and again until finally he said I gotta wipe and get outa here and by this time it truly smelled like shit all around! He flushed the toilet while sitting on it to clear the bowl before he even began wiping. He wiped too many times for me to count but I'm sure it was at least 6-8 times. I think The dad had gotten the stall next to them and I couldn't hear much from him. There were lots of bowels being relieved in that room that day! I really liked sitting there getting my own relief while others got perhaps even more than I did that day. Mail bonding at some of its best, lol!

_ENV

To Sarah, Re: Peeing at concert
No need to worry about losing your place. Wear a skirt with no underwear aka "go commando". A girl doing this can be very stealthy when she needs to pee, especially if she has practiced at it. And it is outdoors anyhow. Likely lots of people will be sitting on the grass, waiting in line. Maybe your spot of grass is a little less dry, no one can say.

Though you wouldn't use them when being stealthy, just in case have a small pack of tissues in your purse. Because there is no guarantee you won't find yourself pooping outdoors. Maybe you won't, but better to be prepared. And maybe eye some good spots in advance that you can do it sneakily, prior to having to actually do it, even if you aren't planning to do it. Sometimes when you gotta go, you gotta go.

Alexander

First post - Meetings all morning
Hi, first time posting after finding the site today after what happened this morning. I'm just a nomral guy, early 40s, healthy and fit. Never had a reason to find this site or post here until today. It started with getting up late because of the holiday yesterday and forgetting to turn the alarm back on, so we were up rushing to get our kid to school in time. I drove him so my wife could get to work on time since I work from home instead of her dropping him off on her way like usual. That also meant I didn't get back home until right before work started and I barely had time to grab a small breakfast and coffee and jump online. Then I had back-to-back meetings all morning, literally, from 8am to 1pm with zero breaks. All the craziness with the schedule also meant I hadn't gone to the bathroom all morning and was now stuck on calls for five hours.

By the time I got to the last meeting I had needed to go for a while. My bladder and bowels were both full and screaming for relief. If I didn't have to talk in any of the meetings I would have just taken my laptop to the bathroom, but never knowing when I'd need to chime in on something I didn't feel like that was a great idea. I was bouncing and shaking trying to hold it, both ways, it was so bad.

About halfway through the meeting my bowels got worse and made a push and I couldn't stop it before it started to come out and then it stopped when it hit my desk chair and couldn't go any further. I sat like that for a second, part in part out, touching my underwear, before regaining control and pulling it back inside. When I did and squeezed, a spurt of pee escaped and damped the front of my briefs and left a small spot on my jeans. I knew I was about to lose it. I had one hand squeezing my penis and was barely paying attention to the meeting.

I had a sit-stand desk so I thought maybe standing up would help so I raised the desk and was then able to cross my legs and squeeze harder and bounce in place (thankfully not a video meeting). That helped for a few minutes but we still had 20 minutes left when more pee came out and the wet spot on the front of my jeans grew to the size of an egg. I bounced and squeezed for a few more moments until I flushed red and hot and started tingling all over and I knew deep down I was out of time. A split second later my bowels made me push and I just couldn't help but uncross my legs and kind of squat a little as the giant BM pushed down and hit my briefs, slowed down for a moment until I involuntarily pushed harder, then it started spreading and crackling and pushing out into a giant ball of firm mush below me, which probably only took a few second, though it felt like time was going very slowly. My bladder then joined the party and pee flooded out of me and soaked all down the front and legs of my jeans for quite some time.

Not a minute later someone asked a question that I had to answer in the meeting. I did my best to respond and sound normal, hoping nobody could somehow tell I was standing there in soaked and soiled clothes. I had to stand there for the last 10-15 minutes like that until the meeting ended, then I waddled to the bathroom to clean up and change. I haven't decided if I'll say anything about it to my wife later.

So yeah, that's how I wound up having a full blown accident today at my age.

Alexander

daveddjj

Post Title (optional)To Sam
I see you like to spread your legs while pooping. That's the best way to poop.

Emily

Big Poop
Hello All, I'm a 19 year old girl, I recently moved in with a friend at her place. We're best friends and her other roommate moved out recently so she asked me to move in in order to pay the other half of the rent. She works very odd shifts at her job but I primarily work the night shift at my job so I often get home later in the night when she's not awake. I've often had problems with constipation or just not being very hungry the last few years. So of course the other night at work I'm dying to take a dump since I hadn't in a few days. I had not yet pooped at this new house either going at the gym in the morning or at a public place since I got a little worried intruding and blowing up her bathroom. But I got home around 11ish and could not hold it anymore when I pulled in. I went inside and the way the house is set up you walk in and the kitchen is right in the entrance with my friends room off to the right and mine being to the left of that, the living room to the left of my room and the bathroom was across the hall from the living room. So basically the bathroom is right outside of both of our rooms and you can hear everything. I've heard my roommate peeing in the bathroom but not yet poop. At this point I couldn't hold it anymore but I didn't care since she wasn't awake. I went in and the toilet is off to the left as soon as you walk in. I quickly locked the door and pushed everything right down to my ankles and farted loudly as soon as my bum hit the seat. A big soft turd immediately flopped right out of my ass and into the water and there were three more turds like that. At the end of all of this I peed a little and when I got up I was beholded by the sight of such a massive load of poop in the toilet, I was afraid it wasn't gonna flush so I quickly snapped a picture of it and flushed, three of the four big turds went down but one ended up clogging and I had to plunge it down. I washed up and walked out but shut the door to keep the smell contained, my roommate was still asleep thankfully. But when I woke up the next morning the bathroom still absolutely reaked, I think it got stuck in the pipe lol

Secureteacher

Protected teachers
Any stories about teachers wearing protection (pads/diapers)? We're they ever forced to use them?

It appears my teacher bladder is suffering� I can barley make it through each class period without leaving or leaking. I usually only need light poise pads but recently they haven't been enough. I think I am going to try wearing some always discreet underwear I have leftover from my last pregnancy� I'm worried because I can't imagine standing in front of 5-7 year olds in a wet diaper. What if they find out� they're barely out of diapers themselves�

Anyone in a similar situation or experience? Any advice?

Danny

Answering Skidmarked from Columbia's Questions
Questions
1. Have you ever wet yourself during the daytime? If so why and what did you do after?

When I was a kid I did in preschool. Usually I had a change of clothes just in case. I haven't wet myself much as an adult. I have more control over my bladder than my bowels. I've pooped myself on accident several times as an adult and it's always super embarrassing.

2. Have you ever had a chocolate wedgie? You know when you take a poop and wipe but you still a little dirty afterwards. And your underwear gets stuck up your butt and kind of poop stained...

Not anymore because I wear dark colored boxer briefs. As a kid wearing Hanes tighty whities briefs yes. When I was 14 I had a growth spurt and all my underwear which was nothing but white briefs became too small and they would constantly get stuck up my butt in the most uncomfortable way. I got a ton of skidmarks that year.

Speaking of embarrassing wedgies i actually told a specific summer camp story about one on page #2938. This older popular girl named Amber came in the summer camp boys bathroom to smoke when I was taking a huge gassy dump. She and her boyfriend made me leave after she threw the toilet paper roll outside. Before I could though her boyfriend got me in a headlock and she pulled my white briefs underwear by the waistband from behind up to the back of my head turning my Hands into a painful thong. Then she slapped me on the ass. I got to another bathroom and my underwear was so skidmarked up I had to throw them away. Very embarrassing.

3. If you did get a chocolate wedgie or just a regular skidmark... Did it ever smell to where you could smell yourself?

Not usually. It was mostly just annoying. My older sister Jessica would make fun of me when I had that growth spurt and see my skidmarked undies while doing the laundry. She use to embarrass me by holding me down and put them on my head. I could really smell them then which was gross but not nearly as gross as when she would be gassy and would hold me down while farting in my face.

4. Have you ever put toilet paper in your underwear as like a pad for preventing poop stains... You know in case your underwear gets up your human butt?

No that would have been uncomfortable. I never worried about it much until my sister started shoving my underwear into my face.

Anna from Austria
This have I have another question for my fellow ladies.

What is your top 3 of most awkward situations where you had to go Number 2?

I am going to tell you me top 3 now.

1) I had to go at doctor's office (gynecologist) before the checkup. While I was in the wating room my stomche startet to rumble I had to go. That was very embarrasing. Not only because the other other ladies in the waiting room could hear me taking a poop, the door of the toilet was not really thin I was also worried that I could not clean myself properly and the doctor was noticing something. I used moore paper than usual to clean myself on both sides. The doctor did not noticed anything in the end or at least she did not say anything.

2) Pooping above the Altantic Ocean during my flight to the states a few years ago. That situation was way less embarrasing then the rest. It was super load in the cabine of the plane so nobody could hear anything.
But it was still abit ackward to poop in the small and really bad ventilated plane bathroom. The smell was horrible.

It was also the first time I had to do my number 2 on the plane so I was also worried the flushing would not work properly. Luckily it did.

3) My first time pooping in the woods. I meantime I had done 2 or 3 more times and it felt not as bad but the first time was quite a scary stuff.

It just felt bad to be forced to squat down in the middle of nowhere being with your private parts fully exposed. I was also not used to squat down for some time, so I was worried I would fall down.

In the end it turned out not that bad. I was strong enough to hold my quatting position my friends where looking out for other people. Nobody came luckily.

Ok that's it for today.

Greetings from Austria

Anna

Victoria B.

Reply to Sammy
Hey!

Sammy asked about my notoriously productive poops and I have a direct answer for this one. You're in luck!

Last spring when I had my colonoscopy there was one piece of information that stuck out, other than that it came back negative for any sign of colon cancer, Crohn's disease or ulcerative colitis of course!

From what my gastro told me the procedure turned into a bit of adventure after the scope got inside me. Turns out that I have an unusually long large intestine and the camera got somewhat pretzeled in the process of making sure that all of my plumbing had been checked for signs of IBD or cancer.

A longer colon means that my body can store more poop at once than other humans. More poop means bigger poops, even before the IBS is factored in. That's the wildcard that makes me range from not going for three or four days to going four times in one day.

So there you have it. A look inside someone who's never met a toilet she couldn't clog!

See everybody soon and do a big one for me!

Love,

Victoria and Robyn

Wednessday, September 07, 2022

Belina

bf helped me poop for the first time:)
Hello, I'm Belina and I've been a silent lurker/reader in this forum. (English isn't my main language, forgive me for some errors.)

So about three days ago, in the middle of my 2 week vacation I had to use the bathroom. Now my poops are normally huge, hard, really dry and painful when passing and it does need a little more effort to expel with little tears in my eyes and sweat all over. Then when I got the urge, I was lucky my bf wasn't around the room we were staying in. He was out to buy some souvenirs for the family when we would go home so I made my way into the bathroom and just didn't fully close the door so that I could hear if someone's knocking at the door for housekeeping or anything and then sat on the toilet and pushed. One, two, three and by the fourth push that ended into a rather loud grunt, nothing came out. Tried again while grabbing the toilet sidebars/handlebars, the toilet seat, and just fisted my hands and pounded it in the wall and slouched, It moved and moved and when I stopped, and exhaled with a grunt. It got sucked back up. And I pushed again and again slouching as my face was so contorted from straining with tears streaming down and one hand was gripping the toilet handlebars and one was a fist in the wall as the impacted poop as thick as a tennis ball slowly and painfully crowned and stretched my anus when suddenly my bf just came into the door and saw me in that state. I continued pushing while screaming for him to go as I pounded my fist into the wall and tightened my grip into the handlebars. And when I stopped pushing because I got embarrassed, the poop was once again sucked back up into my colon and I started to cry. "I was about to let it out!" I yelled at him. "I was about to finally expel that painful poop!" I cried at him and then he just walked towards me and asked me how long have I been in this toilet and made me lean to see if I had anything came out and there was nothing. I was sweaty and panting while he scooted behind me and stayed there and told me to move a bit so he could see my poop if its coming out and told me to push again while he's rubbing my sweaty back. There was a whole body mirror in front of the toilet so he could see me push, strain and face contort while once again gripping the handlebars and banging the bathroom wall with every push and grunt that I do while he encouraged me to push more while he's rubbing my back and my hair. Slowly my tennis ball sized plug slowly inched and inched as small drops of blood can be seen in the toilet water (according to my bf who was watching my face of discomfort as well as my difficult body excretion) the poop had slowly inched and inched and it wasn't a plug, it was the whole size of a 18cm poop that painfully came out from me. And as it broke, I had to stop pushing and panted while looking back at what I've produced. Black, hard clumps of balls that had been stuck together, and it looked really really dry too as how not one of the balls managed to plip plop it's way down. And i pushed again, harder this time and I released the same size, same colour and the same thickness that probably measured another 18cm before I told my bf I was done. He gave me toilet paper and was quite alarmed when I wiped, there was blood. He asked me if I poop like that normally, I told him "yes and no. Because normally my bowel movements are painful, dry and hard but not like that. It's probably because we were in a vacation and I forgot to poop ever since we got here." Then he told me that whenever I go to the bathroom and poop, he would be there to help me. To offer words, or a hand to squeeze when I have nothing to squeeze on for more support.

Sarah

Peeing at concert
Hey everyone! I'm going to a big outdoor stadium concert in a few weeks, and me and my friends try to get to the front row. So we need to be there early, and I was wondering how to deal with peeing? If we went to bathrooms we'd probably lose our place, and I don't think I could hold it for so many hours. Any ideas or suggestions? How have other people dealt with having to pee at concerts?

Kermit

enjoying an urinal
Hi all,
After a long time of home office I was happy to be in the office yesterday because I could use the urinals there. I find it very satisfying to go full force in an urinal and aim for the backwall.
Kermit

Skidmarked from Columbia

Questions
Honestly I haven't had much of anything happen to me... But this 1 time I peed my pants... I mean shorts on the way from work. What had happened was I was stressed out from dishwashing and busing. And developed a UTI... I was a bit embarrassed because I'm a grown man. But somehow relieved that I'm a bit "alive". Luckily nobody that I know of saw the wet spot! I changed my shorts and underwear... if I had any on. when I got home and contemplated going to the doctor. I told some friends of mine at the time and they told me they had it happen to them too. And when I decided to stop wearing underwear I was so relieved. You see I had underwear given to me by a friend. I don't like white underwear because unless I'm "perfect" there's an odd skidmark or yellow pee stain... You feel like although you're a grown-up you're a kid! But I knew most people either get skidmarks or yellow pee stains once in a while.

Questions
1. Have you ever wet yourself during the daytime? If so why and what did you do after?

2. Have you ever had a chocolate wedgie? You know when you take a poop and wipe but you still a little dirty afterwards. And your underwear gets stuck up your butt and kind of poop stained...

3. If you did get a chocolate wedgie or just a regular skidmark... Did it ever smell to where you could smell yourself?

4. Have you ever put toilet paper in your underwear as like a pad for preventing poop stains... You know in case your underwear gets up your human butt?

4.

Sam

What comes in, will come out (latest poop log)
Hey everyone!
Here is my latest post. Majority of my recent poops has been in public bathrooms while I been at work, including my latest poop.

poop log
a) Where you last pooped?
At work. I work in a minor league ballpark in NC

b) Date/Time you last pooped?
Around 4:45pm

c) What you read if anything?
I just browsed my phone & read old toilet stool posts.

d) How long you took you to poop?
Around 15 minutes

e) Were you shameful?
Not at all

f) Did it smell?
Not really

g) Did you enjoy it?
I'd say so

h) How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop today?
My Dickies work pants & my black Hanes boxer briefs were all the way down to my ankles

i) Any other interesting comments/share your bathroom story?
Nothing seemed too interesting from today, just a relaxing poop but got a story to share.

Yesterday afternoon/evening my stomach was acting up while I was at work yesterday while working a minor league baseball game. I had to poop three times in public bathrooms yesterday. The game had a doubleheader and felt the urge to poop that I went to the Men's room during the break. I entered the fourth stall out of eight in the bathroom. I dropped my Dickies work pants & my Hanes navy blue boxer briefs down around my ankles. A guy was in one of the stalls next to mee pooping and farting. I stayed in the bathroom roughly 15-20 minutes giving off occasional farts & poops. I left the bathroom & returned to my post.

Later in the night, I had a break that usually have a 15 minute break and right before my break, I felt the strong urge to poop. I went straight to the closest Men's room from my post and entered the third stall. Next to two guys in the middle stall was pooping. Both of them had their pants and underwear down around their ankles. I closed the stall door and done the same, I unbuttoned my Dickies work pants and let them drop around my ankles followed by my Hanes boxer briefs around my ankles. I pushed them down the lowest it can possibly go to give extra comfort without taking them off. Started pooping and checked old toilet stool posts and I spread my legs apart that at times my knees was touching the walls of the stall. The guy next to me had black pants & boxers around his ankles. All of us was pooping with pants and underwear around our ankles. Eventually both guys left their stalls after five minutes when I entered the bathroom. I stayed in my stall for roughly 15 minutes trying to ease my stomach & pooping. I let go occasional farts & poops during the 15 minutes I was in the stall. I was relieved & relaxed but I finished up, pulled my underwear & work pants, flush the toilet and left the bathroom after washing my hands and went back to work.

I will have more work stories to share later in another post.

Stephanie

Accidents from when I was 17 (part 2)
Hello again. My last post was about an accident that I had when I went shopping for my mom's birthday present with my dad any my sister Terri. As I mentioned in that post, I had many accidents between the ages of 17 and 18 and I wanted to continue with those stories.

My next notable accident happened on a sunny Wednesday morning in March. I had a 20 minute walk to school and I usually stopped at my best friend Megan's house on my way. Her house was about the halfway mark on my walk to school. It was still fairly cold that day so I wore a warm coat that went to my waist, a sweater and a pair of jeans. Underneath I wore a pair of pink and white striped bikini panties and a matching bra. I went to the washroom before I left my house, but I didn't have to poop. I didn't even have any feeling like I needed to go. Megan and I didn't start our first class until 10am, but I decided to go over to her house early anyway. We had some school things to go over and had to do some finishing touches on a presentation that we had in our class before lunch.

On my way over to Megan's house, I could feel my bowels start to cramp up slightly. I was walking up a hill and had to stop for a light before I crossed the road. I was cramping really badly by then. The light turned green and I could feel my bowels drop and I knew that I needed to get to a toilet right away.

I turned the corner to Megan's street, her house was on the other side of the circle. I was getting really desperate at this point. I turned the corner towards Megan's house and had to stop at the corner by the community mailbox. Then it happened. I started pooping my pants. It was just a bit at first, then a bit more and I could feel the mess soaking into my underwear. I walked a few steps and I couldn't hold it back. A rush of mushy diarrhea loudly rushed out between my tightly clenched butt cheeks and quickly filled my bikini panties. It spread all over my bum and went up my back. I felt a chill go up my back when I pooped my pants. I could feel the heart pounding and my face felt hot and red with embarrassment. I continued walking slowly to Megan's, letting out more mushy poop with each step.

I got to Megan's and she let me in. She asked me how I was and I started crying and blurted out, "I just totally pooped my pants. I had to go SO badly and it all just came out in a huge rush. I'm a total mess." She said, "Awe Steph, I'm so sorry. You can borrow a pair of pants and underwear." She led me into her washroom where I had a shower and got cleaned up. I felt better once I was cleaned up so I packed up my messy clothes into a plastic bag and buried them in my backpack to clean when I got home.

Just before our presentation I started cramping up again. I should have asked to go to the toilets and I'm not really sure why I didn't. Anyway, during our presentation it was becoming very clear to me that I needed to use the toilet to relieve my bowels. I let out a wet fart that came out with a quiet squelch. I could feel it soaking into the blue hipster panties that Megan lent me. I somehow made it through our presentation without totally letting go of my bowels. When we were done I asked our teacher if I could be excused to the washroom, she said yes so I did my best to walk quickly with my butt checks clenched. I didn't make it very far down the hallway when some very wet diarrhea started leaking out. I walked a few more feet and then the explosion happened. I totally filled Megan's hipster panties and jeans. I got to the girls washroom and sat on the toilet to let the rest out. The panties were totally filled with wet, mushy diarrhea and it had already leaked through the jeans in the bum area. It was a huge mess and there was no way that I could get cleaned up properly. I didn't have anything else that I could change into either. I must have been gone for a while because Megan came looking for me. She knocked and asked if I was okay. I told her that I was sick so she went to get our teacher. A few minutes later our teacher came and I told her that I was sick and needed to go home. I pulled up the messy panties and jeans, washed my hands and my teacher took me to the office to call my mom. Fortunately my mom was able to pick me up from school that day.

When we got home my mom helped me get cleaned up. She noticed that the jeans and underwear that I had been wearing wasn't mine. I broke down and told her that I had pooped my pants on the way to Megan's house earlier in the morning.

I decided to wear a maxi pad in my full-cut panties the next day. My period was due anyway, but I was still having a bit of diarrhea. I actually went on my pad at school and had to change it because it was a total mess.

I'll leave it there for now I think. I still have plenty of stories to share.

Stephanie

Sarah

seeing a parent have an accident
Hello guys,

Usually I don't post here, but today I have a question. Did any of you ever see your parents have an accident?

I'm now asking this, because I did yesterday.

My Dad works about an hour away. He has an office job and usually comes home around six or seven. Yesterday was no different.
We have only one bathroom, which never really was a problem until this incident.
Well, I have a 17 year old sister. Her name is Andy and yesterday she wanted to go out to meet a friend. She was in the bathroom, loud music playing and she was singing.
When my Dad got home from work, he was in a hurry. He threw his jacket away and was fiddling on his belt to open it up.
"How was work?", my Mum asked from the kitchen. I myself was in the hallway and greeted him too.
"Hey, Dad. I wanted to ask-", well I wanted to ask him, if he could have a look at my car, because it made some weird noises recently.
But he cut me off, which usually never happened.

"Sorry, honey, I have to...-", he paused to concentrate, then began again.
"I have to...urgh.", he grunted, "use the bathroom first."
I have never seen him like this. He ran to the end of the hallway, where my sister was in the bathroom, but obviously the door was locked.
He knocked on the door violently.
"Who's in there?", he asked. He was clearly sweating.
"It's Andy. She just got in there and is taking a shower.", I answered him. That seemed to make him even more desperate.
"What?!", Dad knocked again, but my sister didn't hear him.

Now even my Mum came from the kitchen to the hallway to ask what was going on.
"Andy please hurry up, I need the toilet now!", Dad shouted through the door.
Mum said: "What is it? Do you have to pee so bad? Maybe..."
She was cut off by my Dad who clearly had his hand on his butt now, to help him not to lose controll.
"No!", he gasped. His face was really red.

The first fart slipped out, then the second. It stank bad. He grabbed his belly with his other hand, standing half leaned over now. The other hand was still on his butt.
"I have to take a dump! Now!"

"Come sit down, it will help you to calm down", Mum tried, but Dad told her, if he walked to the kitchen or the living room right now, he would shit his pants.
So he continued to knock and shout to my sister to hurry up. In the meantime Mum went to get a chair in the halway for him to sit there.

It was really intense and suddenly he closed his eyes, his body gave in and he started to poop there in front of the bathroom door and me and my Mum. It wasn't even diarrhea or something. It was just a massive solid poop.
He grunted, pushing everything out. Then he stopped, maybe he tried to regain controll. His legs were shakeing and he grabbed his belly thighter now. But he lost controll again and shit himself in front of me.
My Mum helped him in their bedroom and we didn't talk about it again.

Mistee

Opposite gender curiosity
In addition to my regular full-time job, I earn extra money on weekends doing child care. Its something I've been doing for more than 15 years and this is only the second time I've had a situation such as this.

Sophie and Seth have become weekend regulars with me. She's 9, he's 6. Last weekend I took them two hours away to our state's fair. It's a huge multi-acre festival with many rides, farm animals and a carnival, and lots of food. I knew that Sophie and Seth were looking forward to the trip, as I was too because it was something different. Also, the couple hundred dollars I got for the trip will help me pay off my car loan.

Sophie is a pretty normal 4th grader, loves school, new experiences, and understands instructions and boundaries. Her disposition is a few years ahead of many of her peers. Seth, on the other hand, is restless, rude, obnoxious when corrected and doesn't understand boundaries. He doesn't take instructions well.

Our first potty break came about on the interstate when we were about 2/3 of the way there. Sophie, who seems to be always drinking water or some kind of a liquid from my thermos, has to pee almost hourly. It comes on quite fast and sometimes causes her to cry if she feels she's going to have an accident. I parked at the rest stop, walked her to the door of the bathroom building, then led Seth over to the mens room side. I had to order him to go in and pee.

I made a mistake that he would be able to pee and then stand quietly at the entrance of the ladies room waiting for Sophie and me to do our business. This bathroom, like many due to crimes and other activities is heavily used. There's a long line of cubicles, but no doors on any of them for privacy. The first three toilets I passed were in use and one of the ladies pointed one toilet down. Sophie was seated, peeing away, shorts at her knees, and toilet paper in her hand ready to wipe. I told her when she was done to wash her hands and watch Seth at the outside entrance because I had to do a Number 2.

I took the open toilet next to her. Surprisingly the seat was up and I reached over and dropped it. I wasn't thinking, I guess, because I dropped my shorts all the way onto my shoes and my butt slid onto the seat with a bit a squeak. Strange I know. I knew it was going to be a large crap since I couldn't remember crapping except for three days earlier at work. I remembered being frustrated about that sit because I don't think I even got 1/2 emptied. Since I stayed at my boyfriend's apartment that night, I didn't have access to my laxative pills.

Now I had to worry about where Seth was and what he was up to. Just as I was getting firm with Sophie about getting outside to stay with Seth, now he came running into our bathroom, eyeing each of the first three women on the toilets, and he even started asking the first one whether she was doing a Number 1 or Number 2, and where I was. I could just see his feet standing there, while he watched them and started asking some other dumb questions. For a moment I thought about jumping off the toilet, grabbing him and pulling him into my stall but I would have left a trail of splattered crap under me.

Sophie had gotten off the toilet, with her underwear still down and ready to trip her up, as Seth started moving past me and down the line where six or seven others were seated on their toilets. Finally a girl a couple of years older than Sophie walked in, I called her over and asked her to go and grab Seth and hold him at the building entrance until Sophie could get out there. She was out there and pretty fast. She grabbed Seth, marched him back to our car, and I wiped as fast as I ever have done and bypassed the sinks and even flushing in order to get outside and discipline Seth.

When I was sitting on the curb, looking him firmly in the eye and trying to instruct him, one of the ladies from inside walked by and told me I was responsible for the situation happening and something about that's how future perverts get their start. I told her I made a judgment problem and I was sorry for what happened.

Sunday, September 04, 2022

David P

Replies
Hi David P here with some replies.

ECG - great story of you recording your poo, It is quite interesting that you did that. I find it amusing to bend over and watch my poo coming out when sat on the toilet sometimes and before I have taken a picture of a hard turd coming out when it was stuck halfway.

Abbie - Amazing story again it is great to read a post from you, thank you for your reply but like you I have had a terrible bout of constipation that started with the hot weather and never really left. I have only been having two poos a week that have taken plenty of pushing and sounded like bricks as they dropped into the water as they were so hard!!! then just lots of little pebbles in between. It is great to see you are still using the technique of pushing the skin between your bum that I suggested, hope it is helping. I have had to use that a fair bit myself recently. I am also starting squatting again, maybe you should give squatting a go again to try and help open your colon and anus a bit more. When the poo is stretching you like you mention in this post did it hurt? I admire your determination to see a poo through to the end but I wonder do you ever have to give up if it's too hard? I have to give up sometimes and feel bad for not being able to manage it.

David P

Carlie B.

Flushable Portapotties?
Hi! I know it's been forever since I've last posted on here. I've been insanely busy but have tried to check in on here when I think about it. No doubt I've missed a lot of great posts though!

Anyways, thought I'd just jump on after an interesting encounter at a music festival earlier this month. I went to a 3 day long big music festival in my city. It was a ton of fun despite not having the best lineup I've ever seen. I've gone to this festival numerous times before (it's a yearly thing), but this year encountered something new.

Rather than a traditional portapotty you typically see, this year they had flushable ones. They similar in size to a traditional one, but instead of the big hole and just a pit, they had a more traditional toilet bowl that you can actually flush, or as was the case for me, try to flush. Those who are familiar with my past posts won't be surprised to learn that I ended up clogging 4 of them over the 3 day festival. As a notoriously huge crapper, I definitely prefer to just drop my turds into a more traditional portapotty, but I think most people would prefer these fancier flushing ones.

I was just quite impressed overall with the product and was curious if I've just been living under a rock or if these are a recent innovation in the portable toilet world.

Hoping to find a bit more time to check in and share on here in the coming weeks!

-Carlie

Brian P

Sink
Hello to all!

To El PG (from page 2893): thank you for your post. Ever since i read it, i wanted to try doing what you did, but i never got the opportunity, until about a month ago. Well, at least it came close to what you did. I did get to share a bathroom with another guy. I was waiting in line at a gas station for the restroom and another guy was behind me. it was just the two of us waiting, which was better anyway. We had been talking and i decided that he would be someone I would feel comfortable sharing the bathroom with. I brought it up just like your friend did. it went pretty well. He had to pee really bad and so he was willing to share the bathroom with me. The only thing that was different was he didn't pee in the sink with me. Instead he peed in the toilet and i peed in the sink. Yes, I was a little disappointed, but i didnt want him to think less of me, or feel uncomfortable, so I just did it that way. He did pee for a long time though, and I was able to watch him a little. He also farted a lot, so did i actually, so the bathroom got really farty. I didnt dare pee on the wall on the back of the sink, i didn't want to scare him. But I would have to say the whole thing was pretty nice.

Another thing I did when i was younger was I peed in a big container with my friends. It was aactually a big water cooler bottle i found. When i found it the first thing i thought of was, Urinal! And so, it became a urinal for a while. Eventually my friends liked to pee in it too. Later we found a big funnel and so we put it on top of the bottle and then we all stood around our urinal and we peed into it. There were about 5 or 6 of us all peeing together. It was amazing! I don't remember how long it took for us to fill that thing but i remember we did eventually fill it. I wish we could have saved it, but there would have been no way to do that. Great memory though!

Just Jerika

Back to College Toilets
I'm back at community college, by far the largest one in our state in terms of enrollment, and everything from classrooms to parking to toilets available is at a premium.

By far the worst bathrooms on the entire campus are in the Student Center. Not only is this the place where students eat, hang out between classes, have club meetings, etc., this three story building is right at the center of campus so a lot of students cut through it when walking between classes.

Unfortunately for me, I have back-to-back morning classes on the top level of this building. So there are a couple hundred students up there vying for openings in those bathrooms, but the crowded downstairs toilets are so frustrating to students that several are now coming upstairs. Try opening the entrance door to a 6 or 7 toilet bathroom only to hit the back of a couple of students in line and hopeful of getting onto a toilet soon.

Because of my relatively small size, even with my bookbag over my shoulders, I sometimes get shoved aside, especially by users who have just gotten off the toilet and are seeking to get to the sinks, or better yet, into the hallway and to their next class. A bookbag swung against the side of my nose last Friday gave me a small nose bleed. Sometimes girls from one sorority will taunt those from competing groups for bad manners such as taking up too much time on the toilet, smelling the place up even worse (how many dozens of craps does each toilet take each morning?), and exhausting the supply of toilet paper. A few girls actually lay it over the seat before they sit down and that's equal to wiping paper for two or three users. Think! Think! Think!

My boyfriend, Hernandez, thinks it should be a crime at the store he works at when customers, especially children I think, pee over the seats that also have to be used by employees.

As for me at present, I'm holding too many of my morning craps until the afternoon when I can walk three blocks over to the library where I can sit and unload in a normal situation. I admit to posting a few years ago about problems with my high school's bathrooms, and the overall situation seems to be getting worse, rather than better.

Jack
Do y'all realize how lucky we are that this website continues to this day essentially unchanged since like 1996? I discovered it in 2000 when I was 13 years old and have always checked in from time to time. I haven't posted in a very long time, but it may be time to post about one of my wife's accidents. She's only had one full blown peeing accident since I met her, but it was pretty epic. Do people still wanna read those types of stories here?

Mina Kazumi Hisae Maho

feel funny
Hi Everyone, we hope you are all well. Our world is very unhappy place.

Mina had odd experience yesterday. She went to shopping alone in shopping mall. Usually only one of us go because in Japan, supermarket say, do your shopping one person, to prevent a corona. Sometimes we go all four, but not so often.

When Mina was in shopping mall she saw pretty girl who went to loo with us when we were together in shopping mall and ate bibimbap. And the girl recognised Mina maybe. She gave little bow like before, and then gave little smile and flash eyes.

Mina is not a psychic, but she felt, that girl seemed she was saying, "Shall we go to loo together like last time?"

But Mina didn't feel like go to loo. She did huge motion yesterday morning. She is with Hisae in green flat this week and Hisae gave wonderful massage, so Mina did more and more and more motions. So in shopping mall she was very empty.

And Mina wonder, why this girl is so interest in go to loo with woman who she doesn't know? We are not her friend. She should go with her friend.

So Mina showed no reaction. She continued shopping. She wonder, will that girl turn round to walk towards loo with hoping Mina will follow? But the girl didn't do that. It was a relief.

But also, Mina remember it was not so bad feeling to listen that girl go plop, plop, plop, about 15 times when we all together. And also we had impression all four, that she seemed she is nice girl. We liked her face expression.

Not so bad feeling maybe, but Mina didn't want to go to loo with her. Mina likes to go to loo with her 3 crushes who she loves. With Mari, colleague, also OK. But with crushes is best.

Crushes suddenly say "Minapp� stop to write!!"

10 minutes later, crushes say, "OK Minapp� you can continue to write."

Between "stop to write" and "continue to write" three crushes kiss Mina strong long kiss. Maho first, then Chae, then Kazu.

All four of us, we have same feeling. We like to do motion with crush, not with stranger.

Are we a crazy???

Love to everyone.

Maho Hisae Kazumi Mina

P.S. This is for new people on site. Few years before, there was survey about what you do if crush does motion when you there. Mina answer, her crushes are Kazu, Hisae, Maho. This is reason why we write "crushes".

Friday, September 02, 2022

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