Emma two
Almost pood myself
I've been a bit constipated for the last couple of days and as I was walking back from the bus stop this afternoon I started to feel like I was ready to have a really good poo when I got home. I got about half way home when I felt a cramp in my stomach and I suddenly felt a very urgent need to get to the toilet and I was worried I might not make it home in time. I clenched tightly but my stomach hurt and I was tempted to risk passing wind to ease the pain. I decided not to risk it because I didn't want to poo my knickers in the street. By the time I got to the entrance to the flats I was bursting to go and I needed to use some super human strength to keep control of my bowels. I got inside and walked over to my front door and opened it with my key and as soon as I stepped into a flat I felt another cramp and I lost control for a second. I kicked the door shut and ran into the bathroom holding my bottom. I left the door open to save time I ripped my leggings and leggings down together and pretty much fell onto the toilet seat before releasing a torrent of diarrhoea into the toilet. It went on for about ten seconds before it stopped and I looked at my knickers to find they had a tiny brown streak in the crotch so they could be saved thankfully. I still had to go really badly and I pushed gently and released a lot soft poo in the toilet. I pushed again and this time it was a huge load and it filled the toilet. I pushed again but I was finished now so I wipe my bottom and flushed the toilet twice to get rid of everything. The relief of it was amazing and I was so glad I hadn't messed myself too badly.
Victoria B.
To Tina (and Kristi)
Hi Tina,
I'm reading what you've written with a hot lump in my throat because it's so familiar to how I once felt about my own body. You deserve better than to hurt like this and if you'll give me space to enter the conversation there are a few things to say.
First of all, Kristi is an angel and she's right: the human body needs to go number two. That's a need, not a want. A need. Your poop, Kristi's poop, my poop etc. is what each of our bodies no longer need and the water our large intestines use to help make sure it leaves. Dead blood cells, bacteria and digested food-the leftover scraps from the nutrients and calories we need to function-leave the body whenever a human goes #2. Doing this is as much a matter of survival as consuming the food and water our bodies, all of our bodies, turned into poop. Why is this?
All that stuff that leaves our butts, literally each and every human butt, whenever we poop? It's toxic. It has bacteria in it and it's not sterile. Our bodies have to get rid of it and some of the consequences of not doing that are bloating, loss of appetite, nausea, vomiting and these are just for starters. A stuck mass of dried-out poop can reach a big enough volume that it tears a hole in the large intestine, causing a release of those toxic substances. This can lead to an infection of the lining of your stomach, what's called peritonitis, and sepsis or blood poisoning. That is when these bacteria from what hasn't been pooped get directly into the bloodstream and when that happens it can literally kill multiple organs and even be fatal.
This is very much a worst-case scenario but even if it doesn't get that bad ignoring your body when it tells you that it's time to sit down or squat is very unpleasant and might require invasive procedures to fix. On top of the vomiting and bloating mentioned earlier are chronic, severe stomach pain, hemorrhoids, anal fissures, severe pain between your cheeks and a bleeding butthole. That's a potential trip to the emergency room right there and, take it from someone who had her first colonoscopy before the age of 30, the potential fixes to this problem can be very, very invasive and far more humiliating than leaving the potential problem behind in a place where it could be flushed and gone from your life forever. We're talking X-rays, powerful laxatives, an enema or even manual disimpaction. That's a doctor and nurse raising your gown to where they can see your entire underneath, helping you spread and then taking a gloved, lubed hand inside your butt to physically break what you should have pooped.
What I have just told you is very graphic. It's strong medicine and if you feel hurt or upset right now there is nothing wrong with you. What we are talking about is very, very serious and it comes from a place of compassion, love, and sad familiarity. You see, I struggled with some of these exact same issues. Over the course of my life, literally from the first time I sat down on the big girl potty until today, I've experienced bullying, external and my own body shaming and eventual IBS. That stomach pain I talked about earlier, the story about having to spread 'em in a hospital room? All a part of my life. As a reward for being able to get over shame, to let go of harmful attitudes about the human body, I was able to make it to and through a screening for cancer that, had there been ????ors forming, would have potentially saved my life.
You are so strong. Tina, you are. You have already taken a huge first step. You've already admitted that there's a problem and you have asked for help. We believe in you. Kristi believes in you. I believe in you.
Love always,
Victoria and RobynKristi
To Tina
Tina,
You're not going to be able to stop pooping. Or limiting it to once a month. Your body isn't meant for that. Your body is meant to poop.
I think you might want to see a counselor. I'm not trying to be insulting. But what you're proposing isn't possible.
If you try to hold it for too long, you will get very sick, and then you will go in your pants.
I love you and I want to help. I wish I knew why you think it's disgusting.
I know that our society has made it socially awkward to poop. It's supposed to be a very private act.
But literally everyone does it. And you can learn to feel normal about doing it.
Love,
Kristi
Kristi
Places I've pooped survey
Some survey for those wo feel like filling it in. When do you mostly take your poop
So I almost always take a big one in the morning. It might be right when I roll out of bed or an hour later.
But I often (5 days a week) take a second dump at some point throughout the day. It could be noon, it could be at night.
The morning one is consistent and is usually the "big one".
Apart from home or any other place where you stayed for some time where else have you pooped in your lifetime? Answer yes or no.
Airport- Yes, MANY times. The biggest crap I've ever taken was in a ladies room at Cincinnati International. I've taken so huge poops before and after flights.
Airplane- Yes. A few times. I don't love it which is why I always try to drop a load in the airport before my flight.
Significant others place- I'm married so obviously I poop at home. Before we were married I got comfortable pooping at his place.
Friends place (during a visit not a stay)- Yes. I have a friend named Emily... it's pretty much tradition for us to poop when I visit.
Families place (during a visit not a stay). Yep. Many times.
Restaurant- Absolutely.
School/uni- Hundreds of times.
Outdoors- Yes. I enjoy a nice outside poop.
Porta potty (f.e. festival)- Hate doing so but yes.
Bar- I'm not a big bar girl but yes, once or twice
Club/disco- No
Museum- Yes
Doctor's waiting room- Yes
Hospital (during a visit not a stay) - Yes
Emma two
Big poo in the woods
I was walking in in the woods with Sarah this morning and of course we both had to poo. There was just one problem. Too many people around and there was nowhere to go that was private enough to squat down to relieve ourselves. I really have to go and so did Sarah by the way she was holding her bottom. After a long half an hour we eventually found a pathway that hadn't be cleared for some time and we had to force our way through the overgrown bushes. We got a few scratches but after a few yards we came to a small clearing that we brightly lit in the sunlight. No one could see us and I Sarah quickly pulled her hotpants down with her knickers and squatted in front of me. She was obviously close to having an accident by the way she ripped everything down and as soon as I got into position she released a torrent of mushy poo. It was a big load even by my standards and seeing her relief made me want to go even more. I waited for her to finish and aft wiping her bottom she pulled everything back up taking more care now she wasn't in a hurry to avoid pooing herself. Now it was my turn to get some much needed relief. I thought it would be fun to go on top of Sarah's load and it pulled my shorts down and then my knickers. I had to be careful not to step in Sarah's pile as it was quite large and I squatted over it and relaxed my bottom. I had to push a bit to get my poo moving but once it started to come out it was much easier and I dropped three six inches poos into the mush Sarah had created. I wiped my bottom and pulled my clothes up and we looked at the combined results of our poo. It was huge, like a horse had been here! and we laughed about it.Tlana
Bedtime Discussion
My boyfriend Cy and I were getting ready for bed after a really trying day. His car is in the shop and I had to get up early to drive him to his industrial plant job and then hurry to the other side of the city to the middle school that I teach at. It seems that I'm the first one to arrive at my school and the last one to leave. It was close to midnight when I was drawing my bath while Cy finished his piss which he jokes saves our bed from water damage. He wet the bed well into our college years. He's happy about no accidents in the year we've been living together. I am too, but while I was leaning into the tub he noticed that I had a larger mean streak, he meant skid mark, in my white underwear. When he first said it I played along with him by trying to deny it, until he showed me with his fingers that it was about 6 inches long. I knew immediately how it happened and I had done a dumb thing. I told him to go to bed and after my bath I would explain it. I knew he would have a hard time waiting.
It took me a while and quite a bit of toilet paper to clean myself before I got into the tub. In the tub I looked between my legs and was confident that there should not be any brown staining the water. There wasn't. Though I swear I had flushed two stools worth of toilet paper a couple of minutes earlier. I was a little concerned that the last one would jam the bowl, but it didn't. I kept my bath quick because I didn't want Cy to keep me up too late asking questions about why he might feel that I'm not the world's greatest wiper.
When I got to bed, I told him to put his phone down and I would explain what happened. He likes to tease me because of my relatively small size, at just under 5 feet, some of the extra things I do for my students, and how sometimes I'm forgetful. Example: one afternoon he texted me about why I wasn't meeting him in the parking lot for my ride home. I told him graphically I was in restroom 9, on the middle toilet taking my shit. He seemed surprised. So we continued to exchange texts while I pushed out a very large one, aided by a laxative I had taken that morning. I flushed, wiped, washed my hands and ran out to the parking lot. We had driven about three miles when I realized that I had left my purse and computer on the floor next to the toilet. So in going back I told him I hoped none of the girls had stolen them. He seemed perplexed beyond belief as to why students would use the faculty bathroom. So I had some explaining to do.
1. The faculty bathroom is at the far end of the school and downstairs. I use the large student bathroom practically right across the hall from my classroom. Most of the cubicles don't have a privacy door due to lots of different kinds of abuses, but I rarely had the advantage of a privacy door when I was in K-12 school. As I progressed through the grades and got involved in student activities, starting with my shit right after I got off the bus at 7:30 a.m., and 3 or 4 pee stops throughout the day, I was comfortable with my plan.
2. While I'm sympathetic big time with some of the attitude and problems Cy had during his school years, bullying and smoking in the bathrooms, guys who were roughed up if they didn't give up their toilet to any older student, and taunting because Cy was awkward about using the full-view urinals with his underdeveloped wares, I've had much more confidence and don't like to be away from my students any longer than necessary. I've had female colleagues give me a little sarcasm about using fixtures that students use, but I've learned just to tune it out.
On the other hand, our custodial matron has commended me on my choice and says if other teachers would do it, there would be more pressure on the students to keep the restrooms cleaner. I've also texted the office while I'm seated on large messes that I see and a couple of times when blood from nosebleeds has been needed to be cleaned up at the sinks.
Cy, who I feel is a keeper, uses gentle teasing to get me to open up about things. Regarding the large smear in my underwear, I told him that in schools there are interruptions. For me, I had just sat down and started my morning shit before school when someone pulled the fire alarm. For me, I jumped up, pulled up my clothing and herded about a dozen students out of there and into the parking lot. I never got back there before the 1st hour bell and my day was just too hectic after that that it escaped my mind.
Cy and I both fell asleep shortly after my bedtime story was finished.
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
Tracygirl
Last Saturday
First off, thank you Thunder for your answer about colonics. I guess what I need to know is: Did it improve your bowel function long-term? I know I can get fast relief with an enema, I'm just looking for something that will make my bowels work better without taking a laxative or enema so often.
Late last week I was constipated again. No BM on Thursday or Friday, and by Friday night I was really uncomfortable and getting concerned, so I took a Correctol before bed. Saturday I wanted to go shopping and felt like getting dressed up, and I thought leggings would be a good choice to accommodate my bloated ????. So I wore my teal green leggings, long white camisole, grey sweater top as it is getting cold here, and beige patent pointy-toe ballet flats to complete the outfit. I also had on nude pantyhose under my leggings in case I wanted to try on shoes. Before I left the house I sat on the toilet for a while and pushed for a BM, but I just couldn't go, the Correctol hadn't started to work yet.
In mid-afternoon I was standing in the Target checkout line when I finally started the feel the urge to evacuate. It was hurting because my stool was big and hard. Fortunately I was second in line and the woman ahead of me only had a few items. I only had two things to pay for (lip gloss and footie socks) so it didn't take long to check out. As soon as I got my change I made a bee line for the ladie's room. Fortunately there was one empty stall. I dashed in there, pulled down my leggings and pantyhose, and sat down on the toilet. I took a deep breath and prepared to start the struggle. I wonder what the other ladies in there thought about all the breath holding, grunting, and straining sounds from my stall. Finally my big hard turd splashed into the toilet and I sighed in relief. It actually wasn't as a bad as I feared, the Correctol really helped push it out. It felt so good to finally move my bowels again! I guess this time Correctol wasn't really an 'overnight' laxative, it was more like a 'middle of tomorrow afternoon' laxative. Oh well, at least it worked, so we'll count that as a win!
As I was walking out to my car, I felt so good and empty and relieved that I actually started skipping! I was so happy I went to Panera and treated myself to a hot chocolate!!!!!!!!!
TracyVeronica
Clogged toilet
Carl made such a huge log yesterday. I watched as this thick dark brown turd with lots of cracks in it almost split his anus. Poor thing was panting to get it out. I stroked his hair
And told him to take his time and breathe.
It calms him down when I soothe him when he has difficult poops. When he stopped pushing he sighed. "This isn't coming out" he said in frustration.
"I know baby or sucks being constipated" I rubbed his back. He started pushing again and he gripped the counter squeezing his eyes shut. "UGHHHHNNNNNNNNNN" the poop crackled out with a slow pace, it got softer the more it came out.
"You're doing great Carl, it's almost out" I cheered. "I just wanna get this over with" he said.
I pulled his cheeks a part to get a better view of his hole doming out. The turd finally broke off. This beast was at least 20 inches. "I'm not done yet" he groaned. As golden brown soft shit cascaded out painting the toilet bowl. He moaned in relief feeling these soft turds exiting him. The last of it dropped off his anus. I took some toilet paper and wiped his butt. This was a very messy clean up. It took 12 wipes to get him spotless. When he flushed it moved sluggishly but didn't go down the drain. Carl went to get the plunger but I said I'd do it. It was an easy fix. Soon everything went down, leaving some brown streaks at the bottom of the bowl. I sprayed air freshener and we went on with our day.
Thunder
Bidet - My Review
I have recently had a bidet installed and it is funded by the government and had to apply with all the details why I needed a bidet.
I need a bidet because I have trouble wiping my bottom but most of my restricted dexterity occurs first thing in the morning and I improve as the day goes on.
Now a bidet is wonderful but I have trouble moving my bowels first thing in the morning and have more success later in the morning and I am usually out by then so most of my BM's are done away from home in public toilets.
Of course if I am at home when I am able to "go" the water jet on the bidet...I use the enema function to clean my hole as that does the better job. It cleans me well, except if my turds and hard, sticky and dry it in no way gets rid of the shit around my hole. I use incontinence undies so it is not such a big deal. The enema helps only a little if evacuating a stubborn turd.
Next point is you have finished shitting so you start the water squirting and that is a few minutes and then you start the drying that blows air on your butt and that is a few minutes so it really slows up the process. What I do is start the enema functions soon as I sit for a shit and it cleans as I poo. It saves time. as to the drying I may not sit there for three minutes .....maybe a minute and whilst my bum may be a little wet it is dried up by my undies.
The heated toilet seat is a luxury....I mainly sit to wee so , a heated seat...do not know why, makes it easier for me to empty my bladder.
The cleaning of a bidet is a bit fiddley also the installation required a plumber and an electrician.
My conclusion is that I love my bidet but they are not cheap.
Has anyone got any input?For Laura.
Thank you for your reply. I look forward to your next poo update! What's your favourite meat to eat? And what meat makes you produce the biggest poo?
BD xArmy Girl
Boot Camp Stories
A couple of years ago I was in the military briefly, I was born into a military family and growing up I was always pressured of joining a branch, even as a female. I chose to join the army branch unlike one of my sisters who joined the Air Force. I graduated in June 2020 and at the beginning of July I left for boot camp.
Story #1: Group Poop
I remember in August we ran almost 5 miles on a hot day. We ran from base all the way out to a camp owned by the military. We got there and the sergeant told us dinner would be ready shortly. Some girls chose to go use the showers, others chose to set up their tents, and others including myself chose to use the bathrooms. Me and 1 other girl along with 2 guys walked out to the bathrooms which were basically 1 little shack but a brick wall in the middle that didn't go all the way to the ceiling so you could hear the other bathroom. We went in our side and the girl Monroe (we went by last names, never really caught her first name) took the second stall and I took the first, I was wiping my seat and Monroe was sitting down and let out a big wet fart and began peeing. I sat down and quietly farted and since I hadn't pooped in three days, spread my cheeks apart preparing a big one lol. Monroe wiped and flushed her toilet, she didn't even poop at all, and she said to me "have a good poop" and I responded with I'll try. One of the boys flushed their urinal and then it was just down to me and the other boy. I had a big turd opening me up widely when I heard a "kaphlooph" noise from the boy. It got so quiet I could hear my turd slowly crackling out and laying across the bowl as it went through the water. Eventually it fell in and I started pushing out these mini turds that we're plopping in. I unraveled some toilet paper and stood up to look at my creation and the turd must've been close to 12" long and wasn't fitting down. I wiped and threw my tp in and left it. I washed my hands and walked up to the mens bathroom. The boy was in the first stall, shorts and underwear around his shins and he had a big skid mark on his underwear, as I was looking he farted super loudly so I left him alone.
Story #2: Halloween Poop
My next story happened in October of the same year. It was Halloween and on base we had an event for the families of all the officers and sergeants. Some soldiers were tasked with serving food in the chow hall while others were tasked with passing candy to the kids throughout the hallways of the dorm. I was one of the soldiers in the chow hall passing out food. It went on from 6-8 while we had a band playing music and then the kids went out to the dorm area and were getting candy we began cleaning up. When cleaning was all done my roommate Sanders and I went back to our room. We walked in and got settled in. Sanders was taking off her jacket and threw it on her bed and said to me "I'm sorry I've gotta take a massive crap I'll be out in a few" I laughed and just said okay. I sat there scrolling through my phone as she was farting and dropping turds left and right, the walls and doors are paper thin and you could hear everything. This is how me and Sanders got so close on our bathroom habits cause we were hearing each other taking dumps in the toilet lol. Listening to her made my stomach start to churn and hurt and suddenly I really had to go too. I waited probably 10 more minutes until I finally heard her flushing. I waited outside and she came out to wash her hands and I said "I gotta crap too haha" and she said "haha sorry it stinks". It did really stink but I couldn't have cared less cause I really had to go. I was pulling down my pants when I looked down to see a massive amount of streak marks across the bowl, Sanders must've taken a really big dump. I sat down and farted really loudly as I began peeing. Once my pee wrapped up I started pushing and again let out a super loud streak of farts that sounded like, prrrp prp prrrrrp. Sanders was definitely hearing me go and yelled out "WOW!" when the fart finished up. A big turd opened me up very wide, probably 3"-4" and it slowly slithered out of me and it flopped in quietly and more mini turds just started plopping out of me. After about 10 or 11 plops there wasn't really anymore poop and I started peeing again and just letting out quiet farts. After another 3 minutes of farting I got up to look at my beast, the big turd was in the hole and curved around the right side of the bowl. And the pile of small and medium turds was on top of the hole. It was a really big poop! I went to go role off some tp and found no paper on the roller. I yelled out "Sanders! I've got no toilet paper in here" and she said she'd grab me some. It was an elongated toilet and off to the right as soon as you walked in so when Sanders opens the door she would be able to see my poop, I did want to impress her but I was still a little embarrassed for someone besides my bf to see my poop. She knocked and opened the door and said "here you go-oh wow it stinks I'm here" and she looked down at the toilet and said "damnnn girl that's frickin huge!" And then she asked if she could grab her wallet on the table in the bathroom, I opened the door further and covered up my private part so she couldn't see it and my pants were still down but she could see my bum in full view she walked by still like and again in the same funny tone yelled out "WOW!". I started wiping my bum which took a lot of it and flushed the toilet and surprisingly it didn't clog.
Story #3: Military-Color Poop
My next story happened a few weeks later. Thanksgiving had just come around a few days before on the 26th. I had taken a smallish poop on the 25th before bed so I didn't have to poop at all really on Thanksgiving day. At noon we had a feast in the chow hall where they served all different kinds of stuff. I had turkey and ham, cake, snacks, all different kinds of stuff. On the 27th during pt training we were worked hard. We had to wake up at 3:30am (after going to bed at 10) and had to be on the field at 4:00am sharp. At 6:30 we went to breakfast where I ate more stuff and some leftovers from the day before that they were serving. I got back to my room at 7:30 and since I was alone since my roommates had not gotten back I facetimed my boyfriend and we talked for a little. He was getting ready to go to school. After about 10 minutes on the phone he says "Okay you're coming with me I have to take a monster poop". We were still talking as he was beginning to go, he was letting out these big farts and grunting and he was red-faced. After about 5 minutes of doing all this there was a very loud "kaploosh" sound and he was so relieved and said "ughhh I've been waiting to let that out". There were a few more plunking noises and he got up and turned the camera and boy-oh-boy was it huge. It went down the hole and stuck out of the water and looped around the bowl twice. If you layed it out it could've easily been close to 6-7 feet long it was massive. He wiped his butt and flushed and he spent about 5 minutes unclogging it. We spent another half hour talking before he had to go and I had to start getting ready for my school too. Anyways, went through the whole weekend without pooping and it came to Monday. And same events happened, get up early, physical training, breakfast, go to my room and talk to my bf and watch him poop, go to school and around 11:30 we're sitting in class and my stomach really started to hurt. I tried holding it and I couldn't do it anymore after an hour. I walked up to the sergeants desk and asked her politely "Ma'am may I please use the restroom" she saw the distress in my eyes and said sympathetically "Sure hun anything you need, go for it". I thanked her and went down to the bathroom which was a single use. It was down a more darker hallway, and the sink was outside while the toilet was in a room the size of a closet which had a thin door on it. I pulled my pants down and sat, I spread my cheeks apart and farted kinda loudly. The turd opened me up VERY wide to the point where I verbally said "ooo f--" as there was a loud crackling noise as it slid out. It must've slid out for close to 15-20 seconds and it stopped and as it broke off slapped my buttcheek and you could hear it flop in. I farted again as more turds started to plop out quickly and another big turd slowly slid out and splashed in with a big "kaploosh" sound. I stood up and turned around to see a monster dookie in there and there was no way it was going down. Same as my bf's on the Friday it stuck out of the water and curled around the bowl twice and the second big turd layed on top of it. The reason this story is called "Military-Color Poop" is because the turds were both very dark green and brown in case you were wondering. I started wiping and suddenly the door opened and smacked me and it was my old roommate Sanders, we both looked at each other and she looked down and saw my toilet paper stuck in my butt cheeks and I was in full view, especially since my pants were down at ankle level and we both started dying laughing cause we hadn't really seen each other in a while. She looked in my bowl and said "holy crap girl you must've really had to go" and I explained to her that I hadn't gone since Thursday morning. I continued wiping as we talked but she was behind the open door to give me some privacy. I pulled my pants up and Sanders said "don't even worry about flushing I've gotta crap too", and she sat down and farted. I heard her start to pee as I was washing my hands, it was quiet as it was hitting my toilet paper. I heard a few quiet flopping noises as the turds were coming out on top of my toilet paper, she stood up and said "look at this", there were two big logs probably close to 8inches long and maybe 3 wide, and a third smaller turd that was above water level, Sanders started wiping and pulled her pants up and we both started laughing at each other since we knew it wasn't going to flush. My class got out a little late since we had a test that day and nobody left until everyone was done. I went back to my room and when I walked in I was a little surprised to see the bathroom door and light on and open. I walked to the door and saw my roommate Emirez sitting there struggling. She said "im sorry I had no idea you'd be back anytime soon, I haven't pooped since Saturday and I'm really letting out a lot of poop right now" I told her it was perfectly fine and we talked for close to 15 minutes until she got up off the toilet. She wasn't kidding either, it was a huge pile of small and medium sized turds just layered on each other almost above water level. Miraculously it went down when she flushed. So that's all I got for today but I have many many more bathroom stories so if you want to hear them just let me know and I will post about them in the future!
I also wanna do this survey before signing off!
When do you mostly take your poop
1) before work/school
2) during work/school
3) after work/school
Usually it's about an hour after work that I go but there's been a few times where I have pooped at work. And I pooped many times during school, if you gotta go you gotta go.
Apart from home or any other place where you stayed for some time where else have you pooped in your lifetime? Answer yes or no.
Airport
Yes
Airplane
Yes
Significant others place
Yes, all the time lol
Friends place (during a visit not a stay)
Yes
Families place (during a visit not a stay)
Yes
Restaurant
Yes
School/uni
Yes
Outdoors
Yes
Porta potty (f.e. festival)
Yes
Bar
No
Club/disco
No
Museum
Yes
Doctor's waiting room
Yes
Hospital (during a visit not a stay)
Yes
And also if anyone wants to hear any of these stories I will share them too there's plenty of stories I can share!Midwest Anonymous
Poop And Pee
Today when I went to the bathroom I walked in, lifted the seat, pulled down my pants as well as my white fruit of the loom briefs. After I sat on the toilet I tried to hold off on my pee but like always a strong stream of pee shot out of my penis and since I held it down no pee got on the seat.
Shortly after my pee I started pushing to poop. (I really gotta stop skipping lunch). I felt my anus open up pretty wide for my poop. It took a good amount of pushing but I dropped two short but wide logs.
After I made sure I was completely finished. I started wiping my butt. I used one wad, refilled it and wiped again. I repeated the same process and noticed less residue. I grabbed a third wad and finished wiping.
I then pulled up my white fruit of the loom briefs, making sure to position my penis to my liking. Then I pulled my jeans up, flushed my poop and pee down the toilet, washed my hands and dried them with a hand towel.
The end. Thanks for reading my stories and I'll keep them coming if I find an experience interesting enough to post on here.Accidents from my when I was 17 (part 5)
Stephanie
I'm going to try to wrap up the stories from when I was 17 in this post. Thank you to everyone who has read them all. As I said before, this has been the most therapeutic thing for me.
In my last post I wrote about an accident that I had at a concert in Toronto towards the end of July. It was by far one of the worst that I had to that date as it was a very large load of wet, mushy diarrhea. I also had to be in my very messy pink capri pants and underwear for a little over seven hours. So yeah, that one was just awful. My mom took me to her doctor after that one and she gave me some remedies to help alleviate the diarrhea I was having. It did help for a few weeks but at the end of August, I had another mishap at work.
It was a Saturday when this one happened. My mom always insisted that I had an extra pair of underwear and pants with me at all times in case I had an emergency. So before I left for work, I packed extra clothes in my bag. I was due to get my period in about three or four days, but I completely forgot to make sure that I had pads with me in case it started early.
I was feeling pretty good that morning and even for the e first few hours at work. At around 11:30 in the morning, I was starting to get some mild cramps. We had a few customers in the store all of a sudden I felt a bit damp "down there". A feeling that I know all girls can relate too all too well. I told my coworker Judy that I needed to go to the washroom so she took over at the cash. I grabbed my bag before I went to the washroom in our back room. I pulled down my jeans and light purple bikini panties and saw that I had definitely started my period. It wasn't heavy at that point, which is why I hasn't leaked through my pants, but my underwear had a small stain and I definitely needed a pad. I checked through my bag for a pad and a chill went right up my back. I was completely out! I checked again just to make sure and swore to myself. Judy was past the age of having her period and the other girl, Lisa, who was in her 30's wasn't in yet. So I swallowed my pride and left the washroom to go over to Shoppers Drug Mart for some pads. I had to wait a minute before I left just so I could tell Judy that I needed to leave for a few minutes. When she was done with her customer I told her that I needed to run out to the drug store. She asked me if I was okay. I told her that I was fine and whispered that I had started my period early. On my way out of the store I discreetly looked down to make sure that I wasn't leaking through my pants. Luckily I wasn't, but I did my best to get to Shoppers as quickly as possible.
I got to Shoppers and went right to the feminine protection aisle. I picked out a package of extra heavy overnight maxi pads and ultra thins by Always. I put them in my basket and then all hell broke loose with my bowels. I cramped up so badly and knew that I needed a toilet right away. I went from practically zero to a thousand with urgency. I mean one moment I was fine and the next I was holding on for dear life. I clenched my bum cheeks just a slight moment too late and pooped my pants a little bit. I did the best I could to hold on. I desperately needed to buy the maxi pads I had picked out otherwise I would have just left to find the nearest toilets. I have this tendency not to be able to think properly when I am having a bowel emergency, so I just stood in line and held on for dear life. After a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, it was my turn to make my purchases. As I was fumbling around with my wallet for my debit card I let out another fart which came out with a squelch and more wet and mushy diarrhea. The girl behind the cash gave me the debit machine and that's when I completely lost it. I moaned quietly when my bowels exploded in my pants. This one was really wet and immediately leaked through my underwear and jeans. The girl gave me my debit card back as well as my shopping bag with my pads in them. Now I had the task of walking through the entire mall with a wet mess swishing around in my bikini panties.
I finally got back to my store and went straight to the washroom out back. I caught Judy's eye as I passed her by, but she was with a customer anyway. She probably just figured that I needed to sort myself out with a pad. She had no idea of the extent of my problem.
I grabbed my bag before I went into the washroom. I'm so glad that I had a change of clothes with me that day because having to buy some new underwear and pants in the state I was in, would have been so embarrassing. It was bad enough having to walk through the mall in that state because my light blue jeans did nothing to hide the fact that I just had a major accident in them.
It took a while but I was able to get myself cleaned up fairly well by wetting some paper towels. I had a pair of light blue hipster panties with lacing around the waist and legs as well as a pair of snug fitting medium blue jeans. Since they were snug fitting, I decided to put an ultra thin pad in my panties, that way the bulk of the thicker maxi pad wouldn't show through.
I continued having diarrhea for the next few days. It was almost good that I was on my period because I let some go on my pad a few times. I should say that it was gross really, but good that I was wearing a pad as it saved my underwear from any serious mess.
School started in September, as usual. It definitely threw my period for a loop and did a number on my bowels as well. It really sucked because I often had accidents in my pants. One day, about two weeks into the school year, I had to change my pants and underwear because I couldn't get myself cleaned up and it was noticeable through my tights. There was another day the following week where I had to call my mom to pick me up because the mess was too much to clean up and I really wasn't feeling well at all. My periods became really heavy as well and I would often leak through my pants. It wasn't quite as bad as what my best friend Megan went through, but it was still really tough.
In October I had another accident with diarrhea on my way to school. My schedule had it so my classes started early in the day for the first semester. I did the best I could not to let go in my pants as I walked, but just as I got to my high school, it all came out. I texted my mom and asked her if I could go home sick for the day. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I wasn't feeling well. She kept pressing so I had to tell me what happened. She told me to go home to get cleaned up and she would call the school for me to be off.
I had to call in sick for work in November at one point as well. That was a strange one because I actually pooped my pants while I was at home. Similar to the one I had in August that I wrote about above, I had a really bad cramp and just let go in my underwear and tights.
For December I was finally feeling better but my period was ridiculously long and heavy. I had to change my pants at school because my pad leaked. I also had to change them the next day at work because I bled through my pad yet again.
Thanks again to those of you who read my posts. Things did get a bit better for me once I turned 18, but I still did have a number of accidents. I'll be back to share those stories at another time.
StephanieDanny
Remembered Another Time my Sister Humiliated Me
I wrote a whole post the other day about how my sister Jessica use to embarrass me such as constantly walking in on me in our shared bathroom while I took a dump and holding me down and farting in my face.
Well I was talking to Jessica on the phone the other day and we were remembering old times and I brought up how she use to embarrass me. She giggled over the phone and said "oh yeah remember the slumber party 'stinkface'?"
I had almost forgot all about it but it came rushing back. This was a night when my sister really humiliated me in front of three of her girlfriends, Lisa, Alexis, and Tammy, when they slept over at our house. I was 12 and my sister and her friends were 15. I believe it was either 2000 or 2001.
My mom was out for the night and I hung out in my room while Jessica had three friends over. We ordered pizza earlier and my stomach was really rumbling so I went to use the toilet. As I was on the toilet I heard my sister and her friends enter her room.(remember that my room and hers both had doors that entered the shared bathroom and unfortunately didn't have locks.)
So while I'm sitting on the toilet and I heard them I tried to be real quiet till they went back downstairs. Unfortunately my bowels betrayed me and I let out a squeaky fart which the girls heard. I heard shooshing by then and before I knew it my sister swung the door opened presenting me in all my glory sitting on the toilet. The girls just giggled getting a good look at me in my embarrassing situation. They eventually got all their giggles out and left me to poop in peace.
I was embarrassed and decided I wanted revenge on my sister. She constantly farted in my face as a joke so I figured I'd do the same to for once. The girls were watching a movie in the living room. I'm not sure but I think it was "10 Things I Hate About You" which came out in 1999 which I think was just a year earlier.
I saw my sister laying on the floor which was perfect. I ran in real quick and squatted right over her head and let it rip. The other girls laughed but my sister was not amused. Before I could get back upstairs she sprang into action and dragged me back into the living room. She sat me on the floor with my back to the couch and told the other girls "let's make him look pretty." They then held me down while putting makeup all over my face.
As they were giving me a "makeover" I noticed my sister gripping her stomach. She told the girls to stop and stood up and turned her butt directly in line with my face. She had nothing on but an oversized shirt and a black thong. She winced on her face and said "here it comes" and then proceeded to blast the longest fart she had ever blasted into my makeup covered face. It must have lasted 7 seconds long and it really stunk.
Her friend Lisa then yelled out "Give him a stinkface!" My eyes went wide because I knew what that meant. My sister and I watched pro wrestling and there was a famous big Samoan wrestler named Rikishi who would stick his butt into other's faces.
My sister laughed and proceeded to hike her thong up her butt and stuck it directly in my face rubbing her butt cheeks up and down my head for at least ten seconds. My sister had farted directly in my face as a joke countless times but this was the first and only time she ever actually shoved her butt in my face and it was gross and smelly.
The girls laughed uncontrollably as I took the lost and went back up stairs to wash off the makeup and butt off my face.
Danny
Response to Anna (New user)
I'm glad you enjoyed my stories. Thanks for trying to comfort me for being embarrassed but unfortunately it tends to happen to me a lot. I've 'blown up' more public bathrooms than I can count within earshot of people.
Just this past week at work I really had to take a big dump. As soon as I got into the stall I just exploded with loud farts and plops.
So of course to my embarrassment the cleaning lady came in right then and started cleaning. It was at the end of the day so I'm sure she just wanted to get home. She at least called into the men's room and asked if it was okay if she came in and started to clean. I just said "sure" in between two massive farts.
While she was mopping the floor a huge volume of gas hit my lower gut and I blasted out an 8 second loud booming fart. The cleaning lady stopped for a second and said "oh my goodness. Are you okay?". I just said "yeah no problem" and let loose another fart that sounded like a trumpet.
When I got done I came out blushing red. She gave me a smile and just said "hope you feel better" as I exited the bathroom.Midwest Anonymous
First Pee Centric Story
This morning I woke up at 5:30 like I always do. My penis was through the fly of my white y fronts and it was erect. I felt the need to pee so I walked to the bathroom with my phone to light the way to the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom since I had to pee bad I sat down (I sit for my first pee of the day so I don't wake anyone up), with my erect penis through the fly and I peed for at least a minute or so. Of course once I stopped holding my penis down it shot a few spurts on the front of the seat. Once I finished I took some toilet paper and wiped the stray pee off the front of the seat. I then stood up closed the toilet lid and flushed. I then washed my hands and since I was the only one awake I walked back to my room with my penis still sticking out the fly.
I hope you liked this story. I know my stories are short but if you like reading them I'll keep writing them.
Danny
Answering Skidmarked From Colomumbia's Questions
When you get through this crisis whether a situation or school fight with a bully... get it ;) it's like you went from a white belt to a brown belt! I'm not ashamed of it... haha I think it's a milestone.
1. Are you still a white belt?
No
2. If not... what happened and how did you earn your brown belt?
When I was in 7th grade I really had to take a dump at school but when I got to the bathroom this group of older tough 8th grade kids were in there. The leader was named Jack and he was just in there hanging out with his girlfriend Kelly and two friends Joey and Matt.
When I walked in I headed for the toilets holding my stomach obviously looking like I had to poo. Jack stopped me and I told him I really needed to use a toilet as a fart slipped out. Kelly said "ewww" as the guys laughed. Jack just said "too bad" and punched me right in my gut which immediately loosened my bowels and I filled up my Hanes white briefs right there with a loud zipper fart. The guys laughed louder and Kelly plugged her nose looked disgusted.
I was super embarrassed and waddled out of the bathroom and went to the school nurse. I embarrassingly had to tell the nurse that I had filled my pants and she gave me some lost and found sweat pants to wear. I didn't tell on Jack though because I didn't want him looking for me if he got in trouble.
3. Does anyone you know have a brown belt?
Just the kids that were in the boys room that day.
4. Do you have a yellow belt? (meaning you peed yourself during the ordeal)
Somehow in the same story I somehow managed not to pee myself.
5. Does anyone you know have a yellow belt?
Danny
Answering Skidmarked From Colomumbia's Questions
When you get through this crisis whether a situation or school fight with a bully... get it ;) it's like you went from a white belt to a brown belt! I'm not ashamed of it... haha I think it's a milestone.
1. Are you still a white belt?
No
2. If not... what happened and how did you earn your brown belt?
When I was in 7th grade I really had to take a dump at school but when I got to the bathroom this group of older tough 8th grade kids were in there. The leader was named Jack and he was just in there hanging out with his girlfriend Kelly and two friends Joey and Matt.
When I walked in I headed for the toilets holding my stomach obviously looking like I had to poo. Jack stopped me and I told him I really needed to use a toilet as a fart slipped out. Kelly said "ewww" as the guys laughed. Jack just said "too bad" and punched me right in my gut which immediately loosened my bowels and I filled up my Hanes white briefs right there with a loud zipper fart. The guys laughed louder and Kelly plugged her nose looked disgusted.
I was super embarrassed and waddled out of the bathroom and went to the school nurse. I embarrassingly had to tell the nurse that I had filled my pants and she gave me some lost and found sweat pants to wear. I didn't tell on Jack though because I didn't want him looking for me if he got in trouble.
3. Does anyone you know have a brown belt?
Just the kids that were in the boys room that day.
4. Do you have a yellow belt? (meaning you peed yourself during the ordeal)
Somehow in the same story I somehow managed not to pee myself.
5. Does anyone you know have a yellow belt?Nasiba
My first concert and toilet emergency
Last week me and my friend Lili went to our first concert. My mom drove us down to the Arena and Lili's mom picked us up. Because it was our first concert without supervision we were both kind of nervous. The 16,000 in attendance made for some really hectic situations.
Lili had yellow shorts on and her phone in her front pocket. It fell out once when we got bumped as the security line finally started to move. The check point was way down the hall and we could see people holding it up because of arguments about opening bags, etc. Some extra police pushed through our line and went running down there. Me and Lili each had downed about 20 ounces of soda just before the drive. Now I was feeling the need to pee. Both me and Lili had last peed after 7th hour, before we started our walk home. I had blue jeans on and a short-cut blouse. Mom and I had a small argument about me wearing that, but when Lili came over mom backed off.
It must have been a half hour or more in that line and my pee was burning. Finally, I got scared and told Lili to save my place and I half ran down the hall following restroom arrows. I got to the doorway and I envisioned being on the toilet and peeing a river within 30 seconds. Wrong! The bathroom was closed off for cleaning. A sign directed me down another hall toward another parking lot and I didn't waste any time getting there. It was open. I was the luckiest girl in the world.
The was the largest bathroom I had ever seen. There were two rows of toilets that went all the way down to the end of the room, then a walkway to another room that contained nothing but sinks. Most toilets were in us, but behind me I heard a door open and saw a girl come out. I immediately whipped around her. I closed the door and that's when the panic got worse. There was no door latch. I dropped my jeans and panties and noticed the bowl was filled with the dark yellow piss of probably several others. I wasn't about to waste the time flushing. I dropped down onto the seat. It was quite warm just like we often have during passing periods at school.
By 30 seconds in I got frustrated, almost to tears, when I couldn't get my pee started. I tried to take my mind off that by taking out my phone and I saw Lili's text asking if I was OK. As I got more upset, I replied with some words that I shouldn't have used, but she reminded me that in such situations she finds the pushing out even a small amount of crap does help her get the peeing process going. I replied that she was just too F-ing perfect. But within a minute I was able to push out one piece of hard crap that I guess that was left over from my 5th hour crap and right after that my pee started. As I was draining I texted Lili about my progress.
Luckily I started to instantly feel better and when I left my stall I didn't even stop to wash my hands because I knew Lili was waiting and you could hear some of the sound equipment being tested. I was lucky in that two more security check lines had been opened and Lili and I got to our seats before the lights started to dim. The concert was great and lasted about 2 1/2 hours. As we walked down to the other side of the building and the parking lot Lili's mom would be waiting for us in, Lili said she wanted to stop and pee. I figured she was going to have to. So we walked into another huge bathroom. This one had many of the privacy doors removed and the ones with doors had several people waiting for an opening. Lili said her mom would be impatient about having to wait so Lili took one of the middle toilets, seated herself comfortably and asked me to stand in front of her as a kind of privacy shield. I was so envious. Her pee started immediately when she hit the seat and the intensity (greater than mine will ever be) kept pounding away for what seemed like a couple of minutes.
Lili's mom was of course upset when we finally found her car. It was after 10 and she had an appointment at work early the next morning. What upset her even more was the traffic jam that lasted a half hour or more to just get us out of the parking lot. We were surprised though when she left the highway and stopped at a gas station. You could tell she was desperate for a toilet. Me and Lili found that greatly amusing.
Even more so was when she started to drive way. Lili tried to humor her mom by asking if she remembered to wash her hands. Her only response was reaching over and turning up the radio.Sage
Introduction
I am a 19 year old female from Canada. I love stories about men pooping and peeing, and even got some stories of my own. Last year I was a cashier at a run down gas station, as boring as that job was one particular day something happened that made me glad to work there.
It was late afternoon and I had an hour left of my shift, when a young man about 23ish
Walked in with a definite purpose. I could see beads of sweat on his forehead and his lips pursed in a thin line. He walked up to the unisex bathroom but saw that it was occupied. He cursed under his breath and started pacing around. We made eye contact and he gave me an embarrassed smile.
3 minutes later and whoever was in the restroom was still in there. The man became more desperate by the second. He was literally holding onto his butt trying to keep his load in.
An older man in his 40s exited the bathroom and the younger man took no time hurrying in there and closing the door. It was silent for a few seconds before I heard him grunting and farting. His farts sounded like a trumpet. "Argghhhhh" I heard from behind the closed door.
I heard a machine gun fart with at least 10 plops in a row. I wondered how long he was holding that in for. He cursed under his breath again, I was curious what the problem was, then he opened the door slightly and popped his head out. "Umm there's no toilet paper in here" he told me. My heart fluttered in my chest. "Sorry about that" I replied while rummaging around the back finding a fresh roll. I excitedly walked up to the bathroom and handed the man the roll. I was close enough to smell the absolute stench he left. He really blew it up. "Thank you" he said and closed the door. Over 5 minutes later he came out of the restroom red faced and thanked me for the help. I decided it was time for me to clean the bathroom before my shift ended. I went in and saw that the bowl had some skid marks and pieces floating around still. As well as the smell remained. I cleaned the toilet and that's when my day ended. Sadly that was my only experience at that job.
Longest Pee I've Heard
Hi everyone,
I wanted to share my story about the longest pee I've ever heard the other day. It is too good to not share lol. This website seems like the appropriate place to tell it
A little about me: I drink a lot A LOT A LOT. And I pee often. I just love the feeling of it and more importantly the health benefits of water yay. So anyway, I work in a medical office during the day and I get to take a good amount of bathroom breaks, but there are days where I don't often get the chance! And this was one of those days. I had maybe peed 2 or 3 times that day, but all in the morning. So by the time work was over, I had to PEE like a RACEHORSE. And knowing my bladder was that full meant a long pee, a real long pee. I'm used to the stares and comments, nothing bad, but I would much rather pee alone at home to be honest.
As I was making a beeline towards the restroom, I saw another woman doing the same. She was beautiful in my opinion. She was shorter than me but not by much, and she didn't have my athletic physique. She was chunky, but she was very pretty! Beating me to the bathroom entrance, she opened the door, looked back at me, and said "Hi." I said Hi back to her and proceeded to take the first stall while she took the last stall. I was definitely needing this pee and as I got undressed and sat down, I peed. It was loud. And like I said, it feels good. So I peed, and peed, and peed. After what felt like definitely more than a few minutes, I took a very heavy sigh as I finished peeing. As I was beginning to wipe, I heard her say to me, "That sounded like a waterfall. You really needed that!" Startled, not knowing she was still there, I said, "Yes I did, thanks for noticing?" She chuckled and said she couldn't get her pee to start with me peeing. I said, "Sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. The bathroom's all yours now!" And then what she said right after that shocked and confused me all at once. "I know exactly what you mean. I'm going to be in here quite awhile too. I could use the company. Well, if you want to listen that is." I was barely able to squeak out a weak "Ok" in response to her.
And next thing I knew, I was listening to the most absurd, longest pee I have ever heard. And I've heard other women go much longer than myself. It was the most surreal experience I've had in a public restroom, no doubt! She even had to distract me with conversation as I sat shocked listening to her pee droning on and on. I couldn't even concentrate looking at my phone. It was a hot experience too, it was just so different to be honest.
When she FINALLY finished, I joked it was a good thing she stopped, because I still needed to eat and go to sleep. She giggled and sighed. She said I was the best audience she's had in awhile and hoped to perform again. A bit odd, but friendly. I said, "Give me your number and you'll have a superfan!" She did, and let me tell you, she is super nice and soft-spoken too. I'm thinking about asking her more about herself, but maybe I'll keep that as a story for next time.
In the meantime, have YOU heard someone take the world's LONGEST pee? Are you that person? I don't think anybody pees as long as her still!
Anna from Austria
@Brandon Your question is good but I cannot answer it for sure. At my normal workplace the toilets are well isolated. They have solid walls between the "stalls" so you cannot hear your neighbor.
I poop at work on daily basis and I do not think that I am the only one. Sometimes there is still a faint poo smell lingering when I enter the bathroom.
The toilets in the building where the confernece took place on the other hand had the classic toilet stalls. With small gaps on the floor and a big open gaps on the ceiling. That' why me and T could hear each other.
If the same scenario had happend at the normal office building I would have never known that I had done a buddy dump with T.
So I cannot tell for sure how big the pooping activities of my coworkers are.
Judging by the poo smell I encounter on regular basis I would say that quite a view ladies are also pooping at work.
I am quite grateful that we have that toilet layout at my office. Makes me feeling more comfortable to my daily poop there.
Using a more public toilet on daily basis would be quite embarrasing. Especially with people arround I know.
I am bit weird in that regard. I do mind at all if people can hear or smell me doing a bm that I do not know. But when people are involved that I know .
greetings from Austria
Anna
Deb
Witnessed Plane Accident
I'v seen a handful of accidents in my life but by far the most vivid I remember was on a flight from the UK to the US about 5-6 years ago.
I was sitting in the isle seat(more for the leg room than toilet access as I can hold it pretty well) and a a couple of rows behind me on the other side were what I assume were a family. A woman probably in her 40's in the middle seat, a girl in her early teens at the window and a boy I'd guess around 18ish in the isle seat, slim with quite hip blue jeans and T-shirt of some indie band along with quiff haircut to match.
I'd vaguely noticed him earlier on the flight but my interest really picked up a couple of hours in. We'd just had dinner and as the cabin crew were taking it away people were getting up to use the toilets. We were actually quite close to them but the way the dinner trays were being taken away we were near the end so quite a line had built up.
I still wasn't really paying attention but 5-10 mins latter we hit turbulence and the seatbelt signs came on. I also noticed the cabin crew sent back the people wanting for the toilets and he must have been near the back of it, I saw him sitting back down and he looked really nervy and I figured he was pretty desperate.
The turbulence lasted for most of the next hour I'd guess and I couldn't help but glance back every so often towards his seat and he did look increasingly nervy sitting very upright looking down the isle towards the toilets making it pretty clear that yes he was desperate. Well the seat belt signs finally went off and I expected to see him jump up and hand for the toilets ASAP but was surprised when he didn't, still looked nervy so I figured perhaps I was wrong.
I'd somewhat stopped paying attention when about another hour or so latter the cabin lights were turned off and people started to try and get some sleep. I noticed out of the corner of my eye he got out of his seat, looking from the front everything seemed normal but as he walked past me I could see from behind the entire ass of his jeans and about half way down to the back of his knees was wet dark blue. I'm guessing at some point during the turbulence he'd just lost it, peed his pants in his seat(they were leather like material not cushioned) but didn't want to get up with the lights on.
Not sure what he did in the toilet, whether he still needed to pee more or poop but when he came back 5 mins latter I could see his jeans were much the same. The flight still had a good 3-4 hours to go but honestly I couldn't see how they would dry before that and felt really sorry for him being trapped in that situation.
When we finally landed I was wondering what he'd do as with the lights on and everyone awake his accident would became more obvious. He'd obviously been thinking of that as well though as I saw just before he got out of his seat he'd found some kind of grey top to tie around his waist and when he got up it covered the accident very nicely as they left together. I'm guessing the rest of the family probably found out but he avoided the rest of the plane doing so.
Deb