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Response to Kristi
Hi there Kristi! Well it sounds like you guys had a nice Thanksgiving! Too bad you can't tell the rest of that story. Lol! Must have been a perfect evening for you guys.
Last Monday my wife and I took the day off work together. We both had to poop at the same time and well had some plans so she used the main level bathroom and I used the bathroom in our basement because we didn't want to stink up our bathroom that's in our bedroom. She doesn't let me watch her poop as I've mentioned before but before we went to the bathroom I joked that we should have a contest to see who takes the bigger poop. She laughed and said we can take pics of our poop and text it to each other and then suggested that we should see whose poop stinks more. So I went downstairs to poop and dropped a nice size log that had no problems coming out of me. After sitting for 5 minutes my wife texted me and asked how I was doing and said she was ready to send me the lic of her poop and said "wait until you see this one". She sends it to me and oh wow, what a big dump. Two huge logs she dropped in the toilet. This wasn't even close. She destroyed me! I sent her mine and she said she was quite impressed but she just took a huge poop. We were done then smelled the bathrooms and if we had a stink-o-meter and the scale was 1-10 hers would have been an 11 so she smoked me in both categories. Then after we were done we went upstairs to our ensuite bathroom and hit the shower and like you Kristi, I can't tell any more!
One question for you though Kristi, sounded like you took a quick poop. How long do you normally spend sitting on the toilet and do you ever bring anything to read with you? Do you ever have to sit for a long time. Do you let your husband in when you have diarrhea? Take care!!Carin
A one-toilet home
I find the posts about how various families handled routine things, such as going to the toilet. Do you announce it and excuse yourself? Do you just go upstairs where you hope the siblings are not hogging their toilet?
Some of the homes of my friends have had 3 or more bathrooms. Must be nice. Until I went off to college I was raised in a one-toilet starter home. Dad was first in there each morning for his No. 2, and mom was always waiting in the wings for her needs before she ran out for work. By 3rd grade I had to bypass the bathroom because I would miss my bus and be late for school. It was embarrassing to have the lights flashing in front of our house and the honks.
So I learned to take most of my craps at school, usually at various times of the morning. Because it I took longer on the toilet, I learned not to crap during our potty breaks. I would hold my crap for a half hour or so and then ask the teacher for a pass. Some of the strictest were the student teachers. But I survived, although not always taking the needed time to wipe well.
One day in like 5th grade I had to take my crap right after the bus dropped us off. It was a nice day and we had playground time for about 15 minutes until the entry bell rang. I was scared I was going to have an accident so I left the playground, crossed the street and did my crap at an auto repair shop. They looked at me strangely since I didn't have an adult with me, but their toilet saved the day for me. And I didn't have two or three of the boys in my class put their thumbs and forefinger over their noses when I walked down the aisle.
When I was visiting one of my friends' house, her mom would be on the toilet with the door 80% open. It was her way of keeping track of the kids she was babysitting. When I was visiting my first boyfriend's house his parents would openly question him about whether the laxative they had given him helped. I thought it was amusing once when he and I came over right after school and he was pestered with that question. When his mom asked him the question, he said he had shit his brains out! She went back to the stove and resumed cooking. He so hated her nagging.
Brandon, I know what you mean about the satisfaction you get from a good crap. Even now when I'm in college, the satisfaction is beyond description.
Gemma, I enjoyed your story. That girl was so forward. I had a similar situation several years ago at the park. I sat for a pee and I continued to sit and rest while I examined a couple of bruises from soccer on my leg. From the far end stall I got an obscene question that caused me to just get up and leave without even washing my hands. I told my mom about it when I got home and she said I was right not to be confrontational.Emma two
Accident in the snow
I was running late for work this morning and I didn't have time to have a poo before I left the flat. I was busting to go but I thought I could wait until I got to work. The only problem was I'd forgotten about the snow and the buses had cancelled so I had to walk to work. It was difficult walking through the snow especially when I had to poo and after about twenty minutes I felt my bowels pushing against my will. I had to stop walking while I clenched tightly and just about managed to avoid pooing my knickers but it was close. I started walking again with my bottom clenched and I was OK for a few minutes until I felt my poo trying to come out again and I clenched harder but it was no good. I just couldn't hold it any longer and I relaxed and allowed it to slip out. I filled my knickers with a huge load of soft semi solid poo and it felt so good but it was embarrassing doing it in the street. I also had to pee but I was able to control that. I knew I couldn't go to work with my knickers full of poo so I turned back for home and called in sick.Annie
Big soft log after lunch
Hi all. It was near the end of lunch (fried rice with meat and ????) when I got the urge to poop. Quickly walked to the washroom, closed the door, pulled down my pants and beige ish high cut underwear and sat. Gave a gentle push and a big, long soft log came out pretty quickly. Was done within about 20 seconds. Took the toilet paper out of the drawer and started wiping sitting down. When I was as clean as I could be, I put the TP into the toilet, stood up, pulled up my pants and underwear and looked into the toilet. The log filled quite a bit of the toilet. Wow! Flushed the toilet, Washed my hands and that was that. Now lying down for my nap.
Happy pooping!
Annie
Willem
Annual report on outdoor pooping
For a couple of years I have been quite active with outdoor life, type hiking, biking, camping, climbing, surfing. Sometimes I go alone, but mostly with friends. Sometimes my girlfriend joins me. When I was younger I went hiking and camping with my scouting group and even my family.Thus, I am used to going to toilet in the bushes. But I have never been used to speak about it. It has always been regarded a private issue in my family and among my friends.
I do not know how many times I have pooped outside. Last year my gf, of one or another reason, asked me how often I had done it. I could not answer. Therefore I decided to mark every pooping incident in my outdoor log throughout 2022. My gf decided to do the same. As I now think that I have taken part in my last outdoor event for this year, I have made up the statistics.
The numbers are like this:
Jan 5, Feb 4, Mar 7, Apr (Easter!) 13, May 10, Jun 13, Jul 22, Aug 12, Sep 7, Oct 4, Nov 3, Dec 3. That is summed up 103 times! I mostly poop after breakfast and some days also after lunch. That means that I also sometimes poop on day hikes.
My gf will go for a hike with some of her friends this weekend, but till now she has noted a total of 47, because she is not so active as I am due to working in the weekends etc. Perhaps I can convince her to present the statistics later.
In my log I mostly only has marked every incident with a X and time of day on the date in question. But sometimes I have noted a few lines about the situation. Some are mentioned below (translated into English and names marked with MMMM for males and FFFF for females).
Feb. on a cross country skiing trip with my gf: "Just after lunch a huge urge to poop. Told FFFF (my gf) to wait when I went behind a stone to get it done. She also felt the urge and we went over to each ours stones and got relieved."
Apr. on a surfing weekend with my boy friends: "Woke up early with a strong urge to poop. Nobody else up. Took the roll of tp and went to the backbushes. Unlucky guy. Intelligence work to bad. When squatting, trousers at the knees, a mature woman came by. It seemed to me that she got even more embarrassed than me. She tried to behave like not having seen me! She was staying in a neighbor van and when she was returning I notices that she was carrying a roll of toilet paper. She was out there for the same purpose! That made the day for me! French women obviously also poop."
June, hiking: "Shit happens! When taking a dump FFFF (my gf's sister) showed up. Obviously surprised but setting up an embarrassing smile."
June, hiking with my partents: "Mom was caught short by some boy scouts when going to toilet in the bushes. Dad just laughing!"
June, at a mountain biking trip: "FFFF (my gf.) walked straight in on an old man squatting with a bare bum behind a stone when she was looking around for a place to go herself. He got very upset even though she turned as quick as she could and went in another direction. But when she was going herself he turned up at "her" place and with a stern voice told her that young people had to learn to respect the privacy and dignity of seniors!!! She didn't know what else to say than excuse, even though herself with shorts at the knees and the bum shining white!"
(By the way, now we can laugh at this ridiculous incident.)
There are some more, which I perhaps can present if anyone is interested.
Brian
Very Public Dump
I was walking through my local park, when my stomach did a backflip and i suddenly knew i needed the toilet.
I walked towards the toilet and saw 2 other blokes walking towards the toilets as well. We walked in and noticed there was 5 toilets, with only small partitions and small doors for privacy. By the time i was in, there was only 1 toilet free in the middle. I sat down and let everything out, the 2 friends both grunting away and laughing. Suddenly a bloke walked in, begging for a toilet. The man next to me started wiping, while the bloke was in front, with trousers already unbelted and flys down. He ran in there as the toilet was still flushing, and let out the loudest poop ever!
He looked at me and just laughed, saying im so sorry that you had to hear that.
I then realised i had didnt have enough paper, so had to ask for some. That was a fun a dump!
Simon
Professor Pee
I recently had an interesting conversation with my Political Science professor. She is 38, white-skinned, brown eyes, and brown hair. A week ago, one of the organizations on campus had an event with different things we could do. One of those things was a dunk tank, and my Political Science professor was one of the people that got dunked. What was even more interesting was that she decided to get dunked in her normal everyday professor clothes instead of bathing clothes.
When I talked to her about it, she placed her head in her hands, smiled, and asked, "Do you want to hear something that may be gross?" When I told her yes, she went on to explain she peed her pants while on the board of the dunk tank.
She told me she didn't have a chance to pee before getting in the dunk tank. While she was sitting on the board, she felt the urge to pee very bad. She was debating in her head if she should pee when she gets dunked in the water, but the students were having a hard time dunking her. Finally, she decided to just pee her pants.
"I was going to get wet regardless," she had told me. "And I had a change of clothes for afterward. I had to pee so bad, Simon, and I just didn't want to hold it anymore."
So, she told me she just purposely peed her pants. She had on black pants, so nobody could see it. She told me she had never felt better than when she was peeing her pants. After she got done, it didn't take her long to be dunked.
I found her story very interesting. I'm glad she told me it because I could never have imagined my Political Science teacher purposely peeing her pants.
Wednesday, December 14, 2022
Rose
Hello
Hi! My name is Rose, I'm 17 years old, and I'm non-gender-binary (meaning I don't identify as a man or a woman). I decided to join this site because I wanted to hear about poop and pee experiences in general, but most of all, I want to hear toilet experiences from LGBTQ+ people since I am a member of the community. But, for now, I'll leave you all with a simple question:
Have you ever walked in on your partner while they were pooping? If so, how did they react?
Okay, that's all for now. Bye-bye!
Elvia
Toilet trip with friend and her daughter
I've mentioned a park in one of my previous posts with bathrooms where the stalls are stone and not very high. Standing up in one means you can easily see into the next if you try or if you stand right in front of the door from the outside.
I was there yesterday with another mom in our social circle. I'll call her B for privacy. B has a daughter that's 4. All three of us ended up in the restroom around noon. B's daughter apparently has hangups about using public toilets, because she wanted her mom to come stand in front of her so she could hold onto her leg while she was seated.
I took the stall next to them and kept up a conversation with B the whole time while we could still look at each other. We've used stalls next to each other before and I guess she didn't think it was too different. B's daughter took a while, so I ended up finishing and leaving before B had any chance to go.
After being on the forum for a few months, I'm feeling really brave and want to try and have more moments with my friends and the other moms I know.
laura
evening poo one big log
i skipped my morning poo this morning as i felt no urge i couldnt be bothered sat on a cold toilet trying to get something out
i did my day at work without needing to go and just a few farts in the day i got home from work had my tea was sorting some stuff in my bedroom when i felt the need to go i was going to get a shower anyway.
i went in the bathroom pulled my pants and knickers down and sat on the cold seat i began to push and i could feel my poo start to move it started coming out slowly and was a hard log i had to keep pushing to keep it going then once half way out it kept going itself so i could stop pushing.
it felt good but came to an end as it speeded up and landed in the water with a quiet plop as it didnt have far to fall from still being inside me for most the way down i then had a wee and began to wipe took loads of wiping due to it being softer at the end i looked in the toilet to see it was sticking slightly out the water against the bowl it was a good 8-9 inches i guess i flushed the toilet and brushed away the skid marks which my poo had made feeling a lot better to get rid of that loadEmma two
I helped block the toilet at work
I was busting for a poo on the bus to work this morning and when I got to my stop I was getting quite desperate. When I got into work I made it to the toilet just in time to find it seemed like the whole office was using the toilets. I felt embarrassed to do it with so many people around but my better judgement was telling me I should go anyway. I waited for a cubicle to become vacant and a rather red faced young girl came out. I went straight in to find she'd left me a big poo that hadn't flushed away but I didn't care about it. The seat was nice and warm and as soon as he sat down and relaxed I quickly added a big poo of my own to the one that the girl had left me. Still feeling the need to go I pushed and two more poos added to the load. I wiped my bottom and flushed the toilet but it would clear so I left it and quickly went to the office before anyone noticed it was me who left it like that. Later in the morning one of my colleagues came back from the toilets and she commenting about the huge blockage in the ladies and I felt my face redden even though no one knew it was me that helped cause it. The young girl apologised for it and I think I got away with it.Kristi
Post Thanksgiving dump
Midwest Anonymous: Sounds like that felt good coming out.
Did your wifey drop a nice load too?
Steve and I both took nice big poops Thanksgiving night. I had gone a little about two hours after the meal, but the real urge hit us both at about 9 o'clock.
We both went into the bathroom. Steve really had to go (we both did, but I think he was more desperate than me), so he went first. He took care of business fast. He wiped and got up. He had dropped a massive load. Fortunately it went down in one flush.
Then I sat down. I was just wearing panties so I just took them off (yes, I was naked on the toilet). Let out an echo fart and then my first lot started coming out. It took about 10 seconds to come out of me. Then a smaller one followed. I peed, then pushed out more.
When I was done Steve asked to wipe my butt, to which I obliged. I had pooped quite a lot. More than Steve had. But mine went down in one flush too, leaving a few brown streaks in the bowl.
We hopped in the shower, and I can't really tell the rest of the story here!
Love you all!
Kristi
Avery
A big meal
Is it just me or is the body so interesting? Think about it: we eat these big, tasty meals, and then two days later that meal sits in a toilet, as a brown, smelly mass of waste. I always love sitting on the toilet, pushing out all my poop, and thinking about what went into the turd I just expelled. Digestion truly is fascinating!
A few days ago, I went out to a nice restaurant with some friends. We ordered a lot of food; many appetizers, big entrees, and filling sides. We started talking about deserts, but I was stuffed. My stomach was so full of food, and this fullness had triggered a need for me to poop. I felt a lot of pressure in my abdomen from the new food I had eaten, and the old food waiting to be pooped out. I really needed to get out all this waste, so I said "I'm gonna use the restroom" and left the table. "I'm gonna go as well," said one of my friends, Lauren. On the way there, Lauren said "I'm so full, I really need to poop!" "Same here," I responded. The two of us walked into the ladies restroom. There were 5 stalls, each one occupied by a girl who was pooping judging by the sound and smell. Lauren was fidgeting a bit, so I knew she really needed to go. Meanwhile, my rear felt quite uncomfortable as it held back a giant turd. A girl flushed and left her stall at the same time the girl next to her did, so me and Lauren got adjacent stalls. I pulled down my black leggings and black panties, lifted my white skirt, and sat on the toilet. I heard a thud as Lauren pulled down her skinny jeans. I relaxed and let nature takeover. I peed for a minute before my stream stopped, but Lauren's went on for another minute. While Lauren kept emptying her bladder, I started work in my poop. I felt the log start inching it's way out. I gave a push and felt it speed up. There was lots of crackling and my butt hurt as I pushed out this turd. As Lauren's stream stopped, I heard her grunt, followed by some crackling and a loud "floomp" as her log hit the water. She let out a big sigh as my turd tapered off before it fell with a plop. I pushed again while Lauren wiped. And felt a smaller log leave my butt. I tried to poop again just to check I was empty, and I was! I wiped twice while Lauren flushed and washed her hands, then pulled up my panties and leggings and looked at what I produced. There was one huge log, about 20 inches long and 3 inches thick. The smaller log was 10 inches long and 2 inches thick. I flushed, made sure it all got carried into the sewers, and then went to wash my hands. "Avery that sounded big!" said Lauren and I responded "Oh yeah, I needed that!" "Same," said Lauren. "I feel so much better now that I've pooped!" We went back to the table, and feeling much lighter and emptier, ordered desert.
Two days later, I was in my second class when I felt a need to poop, and it wasn't a light urge. All that delicious food had been digested and was now sitting in my rectum, waiting to be pooped out. I raised my hand and asked my teacher if I could use the bathroom. She said yes, so off I went. I entered to find the girls bathroom empty, meaning this would be a nice, relaxing dump. I took the second of four stalls, pulled down my pink leggings and white panties, and began to pee. A splashing noise echoed around the bathroom as my bladder drained itself; two minutes later, my stream slowed down before stopping. I let out an airy, slightly smelly fart as I pushed to get my poop started. I could tell this would not be an easy poop. I felt a hard, knobbly turd stretch my anus wide open as it crackled into the toilet below. I let out a few more airy farts and also grunted a bit. After a few minutes, my log fell into the bowl with no sound. My stall was really smelly by now, between all my farts and the giant poop below. I caught my breath as my next log moved into place. As I was waiting, someone walked in and took the first stall, next to mine. I heard them quickly pull down their blue leggings and place their butt on the toilet as they let out a loud fart. As I started pooping out my second log, I heard lots of crackling from their stall, shortly after followed by a plop. This repeated as I dropped my second turd with a sigh of relief and started my third. My neighbor was still filling their toilet, as was I. My third turd was much smaller than the previous ones, but I still had more poop to get rid of. I pushed again as my fourth log emerged. It was short, and as soon as it plopped into the toilet below, another one came out, followed by another. With six logs down, I felt nearly empty. My neighbor had started working on a big log and was breathing heavily as they strained to get it out. My seventh log began to come out. It was smaller than my first log, but bigger than my fourth. I let it ease it's way out, and then it fell into the toilet. I felt empty then, so I started wiping. I wiped four times then stood up to see my creation. All that food I had eaten at the dinner a few days earlier sat in the toilet bowl. In the yellow water, there were two big logs, each one being 18 inches long and 3 inches thick. There was a log 12 inches long and 2 inches thick to the side of the other two logs. There were three logs each 8 long and inches thick lying on top of the other turds, and finally, a 10 inch long 2 inch thick log lay curled up at the front of the bowl. As I admired my dump, my neighbor had finished unloading their dump and was wiping. The smell caused by the two of us was intense! I flushed my toilet and watched my pee and two big logs disappear into the school's plumbing, leaving 5 more and some toilet paper. Another flush carried away everything else, leaving just a few big skidmarks to memorialize the giant dump I had just taken. I pulled up my leggings and panties, and left the stall feeling relieved. As I was washing my hands, my neighbor emerged: it was Lauren. "Oh hey Avery!" she said. "Hey Lauren! That sounded like a big poop!" I responded. "Oh it was huge, I feel so relieved to have gotten it all out! I just can't flush or I'll block the toilet. Your's sounded big as well." "It was, there was so much poop in that toilet! I feel so nice now that it's all gone!" We talked for a minute, then Lauren left, so I looked in her stall. She hadn't peed, but filled the bowl with poop. There were probably 8 small logs, each about 5 inches long and 3 inches wide. In the middle was a giant log that must've been around 30 inches long and 4 inches wide. No wonder she felt relieved! I returned to class feeling like a new girl, having been in the bathroom for about 15 minutes.
Bye for now!Brandon
Never ending big poos
I am steady. I go each lor ing after breakfast. It is usually a fairly decent load that comes out without problems.
Lately things happened that prevented le from doing my usual routine so instead of mornings I go evenings after dinner.
It makes a world of difference. That extra half day make my poos almost orgasmic and they seem substantially bigger. It is such a good feeling that I now just hold it all till evening because it feels so satisfying to empty a full bowel. There is also less pressure because in the evening time is on my side.
I actually feel lighter afterwards and it is not uncommon now that I make audible sighs of relief. I think it is wonderful!
This makes me think of my youth, I had completely forgotten it but I actually did the same in my high school days because going at school was a big no (always kids hanging around the bathroom, no locks etc). When I got hole from school I remember I had the same sensations as I do now.
I'm a sensationally shy pooper. I remember as a young teenager I travelled with my best friend and his parents. On one trip which lasted a week I pooped exactly once. I always have had the habit of telling my parents that I am going to take a poop. So we were sitting in the bungalow one evening and I declared I was going to use the toilet. It was out of habit and Instantly regretted it. I saw them looking at me with eyes that spoke " why are you telling this"?
I remember quite well that I sat there pushing hard, the days of waiting had made me constipated. When I came back into the livingroom I felt like everybody was looking at me and heard everything. It was very weird but I am sure I just imagined it all…shy poopers… awful feeling!
I also distinctly remember hearing my friends parents pooping through the shower wall when I was brushing my teeth, it made me very uncomfortable.
STEPHEN P
I went to bed @ 7 pm yesterday,did not set alarm clock,as nothing essential to get up for .During the night I woke twice and had wee in the THETFORD ELEGANCE porta pottie in the bedroom.
When I woke @ 9 am it was light I got out of bed and had a wee in the porta pottie and again got back into bed . Twenty minutes later I needed to have a NUMBER TOO , at first I just turned over , as I preferred to do this in the campervan .I soon realiesed it was not an option, so I had to give into nature, so selected the VOLLRATH bed pan put a sheet of paper in the bottom and sat on it.
Immediately started to wee a considerable amount . a silent fart followed and my bowels opened, releasing a slow moving snake of soft warm poop, it stopped then started again much faster . after six minutes it was time to wipe with three sheets of shades kitchen towel
when done got dressed and went to bonfire and emptied bed pan and rinsed in the water butt before bringing in to kitchen
NEXT job was to check computer for E MAILS , boil kettle for breakfast
having consumed two large mugs of tea and a bowl of WEETABIX I sat on bed pan in kitchen had a wee and another NUMBER TOO
STEPHEN P
Post Title (optional)TO Mr Courious
Often it is nessasary to poop in laybys as their are numerous laybys
on our road systems and few toilets . Often I squatt and poop because
my bowels are regular .Often I poop in a bed pan in the car when parked in a layby. It is not safe to drive when needing to toilet .
Mess is left as people use to much toilet paper !!
Monday, December 12, 2022
Gemma
Accident on the way home from work
Michelle, my story is similar to yours where I'd held it in all day at school. I tried to go at school during the afternoon but I couldn't. I remember covering the seat and as soon as I sat down already my heart pounding from anxiety the door opens and this girl rushes in and hear toilet roll being pulled and a lot of swearing. The thud of her hitting the seat and a wee. I thought I'd just wait for her to finish and leave so sat in silence but my worst fears happened, she just sat in silence. What seemed like yours passed but I think it was 10mins.
She suddenly says 'you in the other stall, can you hurry up and leave, I need to s**t'. I was like sorry but I'm desperate too then I just like gave up and went back to class and let her go in peace.
So after that I was too anxious to go anyway and I was sitting on my leg on the bus and as soon as I got off I could hardly walk. I filled my pants up as it all just came out, I was bent double. Luckily there was no one around too so I just limped home and emptied it into the toilet.
From that day forward if I'd not been able to go for while I claimed I was sick so I could stay home if there was any risk I'd not be able to hold it. I still ended up holding it in thoughElvia
Response to Kristi about nice bathrooms
I'm not sure if I've ever seen a public restroom as fancy as the one you're describing, but I've seen family restrooms that come close. Some of them have been as big as a normal restroom, but with separate stalls and an area with chairs and even a couch like you mentioned for people to wait. Some were just slightly bigger and had two toilets, but still had a chair in there for some reason. In my experience, almost all of them had some kind of furniture for people to sit on. Definitely fancier than regular public restrooms.ToiletKid
Paint need a potty
Paint and I were walking around the city when suddenly Paint wanted to go potty. He patient for a while, but then I noticed seem that he want to pee, and asked if he wanted to go to the toilet. He admitted that he want to, but we were far from home, so he didn't know what to do. There were no nearby shops equipped with toilets. Toilet cubicles too. But while Paint could stand it, we ran to look for a lavatory. We searched for a long time, but nothing came across on the way. Meanwhile, Paint wanted to toilet more, and more, he was already dancing. We passed by one of the big houses, and this house seemed familiar to me. I remembered that one of my school friends lives here. Paint and I went into the house and called the apartment. Fortunately, my classmate reacted to the situation with understanding, and let the Paint into the toilet. Even from the hallway I could hear a sigh of relief, and a splash coming from the toilet. It's good that Paint managed to patient!
Mina
About Beautiful Loo : Dear Kristi
Kristi, you asked about very beautiful loo. My family found very long time ago, on coast of Sea of Japan. I wrote all about it in a page 2657, so please read that page.
I have so good memory of that loo. I squatted surround by trees and plants, and I thought, perhaps I can't do motion, but after few minutes of squat, it came! And came more and more and more and more and curl round (I learn that words this site). So when I stand up, it looked like huge light brown football in that loo.
Now if we want to use that loo we have to be restaurant customer, and restaurant is very expensive! People who only do a shopping in gift shop can't use that loo! It is a very disappointment!
Love from Mina and 3 crushes
Lindsay
Sunday Morning Relief!
Hello, my name is Lindsay I am 35 years old 5'8 with sandy blonde hair. I am not fat but I am kinda ????. Anyway, this first post of mine will be about what occurred this Sunday morning at church.
I had been constipated since Thanksgiving and I hadn't pooped at all in about three and a half days! This was a major concern because I feasted heavily on Thanksgiving. My lower belly had since been bloated and as hard as a rock. This morning however, while my family and I were attending church service, my bowls began to ache with a dual and grinding pain.
I couldn't help but shift my torso left and right, elbowing my poor husband and an elderly woman sitting in the pew next to me. My husband asked me what the matter was and I said "I think that I need to excuse myself" I got up from the pew as the pastor was giving his sermon and hurried down the hall out of the worship chamber.
I was embarrassed as I left and could feel my face flush red. I made it to the bathroom and luckily I was the only one there. I ran into the third stall at the end of restroom. I hoisted up my dress, pulled my pantyhose and panties down, and as soon as I sat on the pot a thick sludge of poop began to poor out of me like soft serve ice cream.
It wasn't diarrhea but an orange brownish sorbet! I leaned forward on the tips of my boots and let my bowels empty for good five or so minutes. When I had finally finished I looked down between my legs and the entire toilet bowel was filled with half a week's worth of feces, the relief was incredible Phew!
When I flushed the toilet there was so much mushy poop that it clogged so I had to waddle out of my stall and grab a toilet plunger near one of the two sinks. Luckily no one came in while I was out to grab the plunger; they would have seen me with my pantyhose pulled down over my knees as I stepped out of the toilet! How crazy would that have been?
I got the toilet to unclog it and the entire backed up poop got sucked down the pipe. I spent the next six or so minutes whipping all the orange muddy poop out of my butt, I must have had to flush the toilet four times in cleaning myself!
When I had finished cleaning I rejoined my family at the pew, my husband asked me if I was alright and I thanked the lord for giving me relief.
After tonight's dinner here at home my stomach started acting up again so I had to poop twice today. The second time my poop was pure watery diarrhea with a bunch of orange flakes. I figured that it was residual fecal matter that was caught up my stomach. Well now I am off to bed and will start next week much relived!
Mrs Bigandhard
Pushing again to get my over sized bowel movement to move.
Hello all, Constipated again. I had trouble getting it started, had to use a big wad of toilet wadded up and lubricated it, and pushed it into my rectum to get it wide enough. it was difficult to get it in there. I let it be in there until my bowel movement started to come down to my butt hole.
When it finally came down there it stretched me really wide, like the size of a tennis ball.
I strained really hard...a hnnnnn, pushing now nnnnnnah.
with the holidays I eat all the "good stuff" Cake, Candy, which constipates me really a lot.
I have always had this problem since I was in my teens.
Thanks ,, Happy holidays to all.
Simmee
Pizza deliveries and going to the bathroom
Earlier this semester our university was advertising for pizza delivery drivers. Via online and an 800 number, using your own car, you would deliver pizzas pretty much throughout the city. So I would load the warmers into my car and take off with my deliveries. This pizza kitchen was operated out of an old gas station and we were not allowed to get out of our cars. The warmers would be loaded into our car and we had to take off. So it became apparent to me that first evening that bathroom breaks were not going to be taken at the kitchen, but would be on my time.
I was two hours into my shift on the first afternoon and I hadn't peed since I got done with my Sociology exam four hours earlier. Mandy texted me from her boyfriend's apartment. I told her I was starting to panic about finding a toilet. She was about 45 minutes away so there's wouldn't work. If my pizzas were late I would hurt my tips so I continued driving while my pain was increasing. Finally, I got to my first customer, then second customer and on my way to the third I made three stops at gas stations, but once they saw the light dome on my car they made up some dumb excuse on why I couldn't use their toilet.
Finally I found the prize: a city park two blocks away showed on my phone's map. However, the toilet building couldn't be found. I did a couple more deliveries in that area and came across a large bowling alley. When I asked the guys at the control desk where the toilets were they said they were for league bowlers only. I delivered the last of my pizzas. I ended up finding a mobile toilet on a small construction site. Luckily it was unlocked and I sat on a square, steel seat and took a long, noisy piss. I guess I lucked out because the cameras on the site would have identified me. I quit that job at the end of the shift.
My parents agreed with my decision, although my dad threw in his usual sarcasm. I'm back making pretty good money in child care and I know where my next toilet is going to be.
Short survey:
1. Have you ever scrambled to find a toilet?
2. Where was it and how was it?
3. Have you ever sat on a unfamiliar toilet and been unable the get your pee going?
4. What did you do?
Mr Curious
Uk Roads
I live in London, and am curious to know how common is it for people to poo in lay-bys, roadsides and on the side of motorways in the Uk? You sometimes see paper and poo in quiet lay-bys and behind hedges, but I'm curious to know if this is common and how many people do it, out of necessity when they are desperate
Kurstan
One Time When I Was In Middle School
Seeing some stories on bathrooms with doorless stalls reminded me of the time that something like that happened to me. That is, I faced doorless stalls for the first time and the results were …….. well, not good.
I was in middle school at the time and had never had any issues with school bathrooms. Whatever I needed to do at school, I'd simply do and it was never a big deal for me. In fact, I remember pooping at school quite a bit. But I guess that's not really hard when both my elementary school and my middle school were newly built and had very nice bathrooms. Suffice to say, there were doors on the stalls.
When I was in middle school, my mother served on the district Board of Education. One night, on the night of a Board Meeting, my father suddenly had to work late and on short notice, my mother couldn't find anyone to stay with me. Consequently, I had to go to the meeting with her - at least until my father got done with work and could come and pick me up. Actually, it wasn't so bad because I was kind of interested in what my mom did on the board and I brought something with me to read just in case. They alternated the board meetings among the various schools in the district and, as fate would have it on this particular night, the meeting was at the high school.
My mom made spaghetti for dinner that night - no doubt because it was my favorite meal and she felt bad about having to drag me to her board meeting that night. That was a good thing except for the fact that I ate a real lot and it wasn't long after the meeting started that I felt a need to go to the bathroom. At first, I didn't think much of it. As I said, going at school had never been an issue for me. I simply got up from my seat in the auditorium and set out to find a bathroom. Just down the hall, I found a room marked "GIRLS" and I went inside. And that's when I got the surprise of my young life. I had never before seen or even heard of bathroom stalls with no doors on them. But there they were - a row of 7 toilet stalls all without doors. And, as I said, I not only had to go, I had to go #2. And by now, after that big spaghetti dinner, I had to go kind of bad. I was simply horrified at the prospect of going to the bathroom - especially #2 - like that. As I said, school bathrooms had never been an issue for me. I used to laugh at girls who would make themselves uncomfortable holding it in all day because they refused to poop at school. But we always had nice bathrooms to use. This, however, was something else. I kept thinking how could anyone use the toilet - especially poop - without a door on the stall for privacy. Did girls in high school actually go to the bathroom like this? I was simply stunned that a bathroom could be like this.
Well, to make a long story short, I didn't use the bathroom there. I thought I'd be alright. The board meetings usually didn't take that long, and even so, my dad was going to come by when he got off work and pick me up. At first, I never even gave it a thought that I wouldn't be able to hold it in. I was sure that, except for a little discomfort from holding it in, everything would be fine. I never even thought of the possibility that I was risking having an accident in my pants.
But the meeting was longer than most. And, as the meeting droned on and on, the need to go got worse and worse. In hindsight, I want to kick myself for not recognizing the signs that it had become that urgent. I still shake my head and wonder why I didn't realize that I simply had to go too bad to wait. I mean, the lack of stall doors was indeed horrible, but nothing is worse than doing it in your pants. And it wasn't like the girls' room was going to be crowded or anything. I mean, with no other people in the bathroom at the time, the lack of stall doors really shouldn't have made a whole lot of difference. There really was no excuse for me not being able to use the toilet under those circumstances. But I guess I just wasn't thinking about that at the time. The lack of stall doors just completely shocked me and I just didn't want to go to the bathroom like that.
So I just kept holding it in until, eventually, the inevitable happened. I messed in my panties. One minute I was successfully holding it in. And then suddenly, I felt an even stronger push from my bowels and this time I just couldn't push back. The bowel movement just started coming out and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Suddenly, I had a big mess of poop in my panties. As I felt the mess start to settle in my panties, I could tell it was a lot and all I could do was sit there and hope my poor panties could contain it all. I could feel that it was of a solid consistency but it was all soft and sticky. It felt awful - especially as I started to feel the mess smear all over my backside. I thought about running for the girls' room but the damage was already done. And the prospect of having to deal with the mess in the girls' room there was even less appealing than the idea of simply using the toilet the regular way there. I remember thinking that as bad as it seems, using the doorless stalls couldn't have been worse than having a mess in my panties.
Mercifully, I only had to sit in the mess for a short time as the meeting finally ended. At this point, I still had hopes of getting home, getting myself cleaned up and not being caught with the mess. As bad as the mess was, it felt like a solid one and it seemed to be contained in my underwear. But once in the car with my mom, it was the smell that gave me away. No sooner were we in the car when my mom was sniffing the air and looking over at me. She did that a few times before she got this really puzzled look on her face and then just abruptly asked me, "Did you have an accident in your pants?" I'll never forget my mother's tone - the shock in her voice - as she asked me that question. I wasn't sure how to answer the question. Obviously, I was caught now and there was no way of denying it. But still, it was too embarrassing at my age to actually admit to it. I just sat there for a time, not really sure what to say as my mother just looked over at me with that same shocked, puzzled look on her face. All of a sudden, I just started crying.
Of course, that gave mom her answer - although, obviously, she pretty much already knew by the smell what I'd done. At first - after getting over her initial shock - she was quite angry with me. I mean, I guess its one thing to do it in kindergarten (which I'd done) or in even in first grade, but to mess in your panties in middle school is something else entirely. She started yelling at me at first - telling me that I should be ashamed of myself and demanding to know how it happened. But when she saw how upset I was (I was still crying) and when I explained about the doorless stalls in the girls' room, she calmed down a bit. She then said that she should have warned me about that. She said it was like that to prevent smoking and "other things" in the stalls. She told me that I still should have used the toilet if I needed to, but that she understood how the doorless stalls might have made me feel "uncomfortable." She also explained that she had a keycard which gave her access to the faculty bathrooms where they, of course, had doors on the stalls. The implication was that had if she had known I needed to go, she would have let me use the card. Well, that actually would have been a good thing for me to have known earlier.
Anyway, as I was saying, mom became a lot more sympathetic the more we discussed it and the more she thought about it. She said she understood why I wouldn't want to go in a doorless stall. She made it clear that going in my panties was still unacceptable and that in the future I was expected to use the toilet even it was a doorless stall or anything like that, but she said she understood.
Once home, she asked me how bad it was and she suggested it might be best to just step into the shower and clean myself that way. She insisted, though, that I'd still have to "clean out" my messy panties. Obviously, I wasn't looking forward to that chore. But while in the shower, mom apparently had a change of heart and just threw my panties away. Cleaning myself - even in the shower - was completely disgusting but it did feel good to get myself clean. And to step out of the shower and find that I didn't actually have to "clean-out" my messy panties after all, just made it all the better.
I guess I can't really blame my mom for being so angry at first. I don't suppose you ever expect your daughter in middle school to be messing in her panties like that. And it wasn't like I was sick or anything or away from a bathroom. This happened in a school with an open bathroom just down the hall from where I was. And I can't say enough about how sympathetic mom became when she saw how genuinely upset and embarrassed I was about the whole thing and as she understood more about why it happened. She wanted to help me but she also made me understand that just because a particular bathroom may not have as much privacy as I'd like or otherwise might seem unpleasant to use, it was still no excuse for going in my pants instead. But other than that, she was determined not to make a big deal about it. I don't even think she told my dad what happened.
And, most fortunately for me, they put the doors back on the stalls by the time I got to high school. I went poop at school there many times through my four years of high school.Rochelle
How much do you "Love" your toilet?
Hi Everyone! Since Thanksgiving has now "passed", quite literally down the toilet, I have a story about my mom.
I think I mentioned before that about 10 years ago I found a really cool used toilet at a salvage yard. It is called a lowboy toilet. A very nice Kohler unit with a very curvy contoured seat. I fell in love with it so I bought it and installed it in my hallway bathroom. It gets used by all my guests and sees about 2 or 3 good shits a day. It's a lovely potty!
Anyway It was in for about 2 weeks before My Mom came over and saw it for the first time. The first words out of her mouth were " Oh it's adorable! I just have to love on it!" By this she meant she wanted to take one of her typical huge gassy dumps in it! I laughed and said well lets get something to eat and we might both give the potty some love tonight, lol!
We are both love our gassy dumps and for some reason we both love the satisfaction of seeing how much we can spray and splatter up our toilet bowls!
So we went out to a nice Mexican restaurant downtown and had a good supper. We both had Nacho platters and eat quite a bit of food. We had our fill and decided we would go home and watch a movie. We got back to my place and settled down in front of the TV on my nice couches and made ourselves comfy. About half an hour in I heard my Mom rip a tight loud fart. I have leather couches so farts aren't hidden very well! By an hour into the movie we were both farting and we knew the inevitable was coming!
My Mom in here loveable, and crude humor said "okay that beautiful toilet is ????ing doomed! With that, she said "it's mine!" and started off for the bathroom in a hurry. I said I's my toilet, so I get to watch! She replied with a fart as she turned into the bathroom, already unbuckling her belt and by the time here back was to the toilet, she dropped her pants to the floor and sat on the curvy seat with a thud. As I watched I could tell the release was enjoyable as she burst out fating with lots of splatter and poop spray, which gave way to more volume of gloppy shit. I could hear the toilet water (and shit water) splashing in the bowl and even saw a drop or two drip out from between the seat and bowl. She was grunting satisfyingly and taking a great deal of relief and humor in it all, and that's what I've always appreciated about a good noisy shit! Anyway the gloppy splashes gave way to what sounded like fart bubbles blowing out her anus. She got three good bubbly waves out before the literal shit storm was finally over! I said "That's a shit load of love!"! She smiled with delight and said "I bet I beat you on your own toilet, lol". I said "You've got a very shitty job ahead of you know. Or should I say, under you, LOL?". She said "well we're gonna see how good your potty really is" as she reached back for the flusher, still seated because she didn't dare start wiping with here proud mess in that bowl! The toilet flushed, and she started wiping. The first wipe was PURE MUD! I could see as she checked her TP. The first 3 or 4 wipes were thick mud before it even began to clear up. Then they got slightly whiter. I counted 10 wipes total. She flushed again and let out a final sigh of salifying relief before standing up and pulling her pants and undies back up. We both looked in my toilet bowl and I so wish you guys could have seen it! It was either a disaster, or a masterpiece! Either way it was an impressive shitty spray just caked in my poor potty. The smell was strong too!
I said "I need to go but I'm gonna wait and let it build up, besides this bathroom smells ????ing horrible!" Well, sadly I have to get off for the night but I will tell about my competing dump soon!
Happy pooping!
Friday, December 02, 2022
M
Happy Thanksgiving to you as well Kristi. Sorry I forgot to answer your question. Yes please do post more about yourself. You seem really cool and I would love to read more about you. Any chick that lets her man in the bathroom with her while she poops is cool in my book!
That was a cool story about the gold toilets. Sounds like a really expensive bathroom! I can't say I have ever seen a pic bathroom like that though. I know you asked about public bathrooms but I think the best bathroom I have seen is when my wife and I went to Punta Cana a few years ago. Our bathroom in our room was just cool how it was set up. If you're interested I can describe it another time. Take care for now. I'm sitting on the toilet having diarrhea right now. As soon as I sat down I took a really loose poop and I'm going to be in here for a while.Mina Maho Hisae Kazuko
Dear Kristi
Just now we read your post of Thanksgiving! There is Thanksgiving holiday in Japan too, 23 November, but we don't eat huge meal.
We feel so warm that after your huge meal you are going to do huge motion! We hope it will be lots and lots, you will sit on loo long long time and feel wonderful. Hisae says she wants to go America by a rocket so she can massage you while you do.
Tomorrow when we do motion all together (perhaps we will do, because Mina and Maho didn't do today) we will talk about you and pray to the god that you can do motion very satisfying. And after your nice husband clean your beautiful bottom, you will sit down again and do more....
We wish you a very good luck.
Love to you and to everyone.
Kazumi Hisae Maho Mina
P.S. Tina how are you? Are you OK? We are worry a lot.Mrs BIG and Hard
My turd was really big this morning.
It was too wide to come outPeregrine W
Not fully satisfied
Good day everyone,
I don't know if anyone has similar experiences but I would like to know.
Nearly every day, at around 9am, or after my second cup of coffee, my bottom asks me to allow it to make itself comfortable with a sit on the throne. The routine is that once seated, a large bowl-rattling fart is expelled followed, normally, by some solid matter, the quantity varies randomly from day to day. I rarely feel that my rectum is fully empty, but around once a week, I produce a large foot-long turd of around 2-3 on the Bristol scale, and always feel immensely better for the experience. The previous day, prior to the mega-expulsion, is sometimes accompanied by a feeling of nausea, but not necessarily an urge to sit on the loo.
My question is this: do others of you suffer from this feeling of dissatisfaction from their moment on the potty, and, apart from medicines, which I abhor, are there any remedies to enhance the defecation experience? I am informed that female bowels tend to be more sluggish than male, so I am sure that there are some stories, which have been swapped in bathrooms around the world, which will give helpful clues.
Thank you
PLavah
to Lauren
to Lauren: Welcome! I love your story about how you met your husband so much! It's wonderful that Sean was willing to help a total stranger out in such a personal situation. I live with chronic constipation myself and I'm very lucky to have a partner who helps me out when I'm struggling. I'm curious, was this the only time Sean has helped you when you were constipated or has it happened again since? If so, I'd love to hear more stories if you have any! I'm also wondering if he's told you any more about his best friend from high school who he said he's helped before. Congrats to you both on expecting your first child! How exciting! I hope you're doing well!
Lavahyour name Unusual places
Post Title (optional)To Robin
Please post more stories about you and your mother.
Ronette
Peepholes can be useful
I do a full-time schedule as a college student that requires me to do a 90 minute train ride with two transfers each morning and again each evening to get from my parents house to classes on campus and back. Luckily I'm able to schedule a large number of child care jobs on the two days a week when I don't have classes. That helps me to pay for tuition and other expenses.
Daily I have to use the subway toilets which are kind of dirty and dingy because my needs come on quite fast. Its either that our messy accidents. So was the case the other day when I cared for Argjent at the last minute when his mom was called out of town. He's 7 and I'm not about to let him go on the boys side of the restroom wall alone. My parents would probably be concerned about me being alone on one of those toilets.
I had to haul Argjent with me for a last minute science lab I had almost forgotten about. We had missed our usual train so we walked to the next station. He said he had to crap bad. My boyfriend and I had downed several beers the night before at his apartment and I had forgotten to pee at Argjent's apartment when I picked him up. A half hour later Argjent and I had walked to a transit center and I decided he and I would share the two toilet ladies bathroom. Each toilet was separated by a metal divider going all the way to the floor. What stood out though was a hole about 1/4 inch big that had been punched in the divider. I could see Argjent sitting for his crap. I don't think he tried, but he could have seen me pissing. Kind of a nice way of looking out for one another, I thought.
Midwesterner:
I enjoyed your buddy dump story.
Deidre:
It sounds like that mother you heard yelling at her kids about their bathroom complaints caused her to explode at them and try to get them to accept what's inevitable with public bathrooms. They are not going to be as clean as home.SquatSpotter
To Kristi about peeing in a urinal
Kristi-
You mentioned peeing in a urinal. Could you describe it and how you peed in it? I have one for guys which is basically a bottle with a round hole at the top. I have high functioning autism which results in accidents when I am overstimulated so I always have one of these nearby to empty my bladder into and keep my diaper as dry as possible.ToiletKid
Emptying the roll
I wanted to go to the toilet to poop, and I went there. I had to wait a little while until my younger brother finished, but I want didn't strong, and I waited. I had to wait a couple of minutes - he went to the toilet with a book, and read while using the toilet. But soon I heard a toilet flushing, and he happily and contentedly left. Then I went in, closed the door, pulled down my pants and underpanties, and sat on the toilet. At first I was pushing a little, but soon the poop began to come out without any push, and I just waited. When the process was over, I began to wiping. But I got very dirty. I wiped and wiped my ass with toilet paper, and it melted before my eyes. Soon the toilet roll was empty, and the paper filled the trash can to the top. But my ass was still not completely clean, and meanwhile, the paper was no longer in the toilet. Fortunately, my brother heard my scream and brought me another toilet paper roll. I thanked him warmly, he replied that he glad to help, and reminded me that I used to wipe his ass after the toilet, so he is happy to repay the debt. I spent five pieces of paper, and wiped my ass clean, then got dressed, flushed in the toilet, and went out.
Laura
Morning poo
I was having my breakfast this morning before work and I began to feel the need for the toilet I carried on eating my breakfast as I farted every so often to relieve so pressure I finished eating and thought I best go sit on the loo before I have an accident as I was needing a wee quite badly aswell as my need to poo.
I walked down the hall downstairs went in loo pulled my pants and lace knickers to just above my knees and sat down on the cold seat I began to pee a loud hissy gushing pee as I grunted quietly to try get my poo moving it took a bit off effort before I could feel the big log start to slowly ease out I then stopped pushing and let it come out itself to enjoy the feeling of it as I had plenty of time before work I didn't have to rush after not so long it sped up and dropped in to the water with a loud plop which splashed my bum cheeks another log dropped then I began to drop some softer poos with a series of plops I had another small wee and sighed with relief I wiped my bum and got ready for work leaving a smell behind xx
Saturday, November 26, 2022
Mark
School Times
Reading Pooper's post reminded me so much of my time in school. I too always have to go a lot; it's a really bad combination being toilet-shy and also being unable to hold it for long. I definitely witnessed similar things to what you describe happen when I was in primary school, i've written here before there were times I would see boys crowding around a cubicle someone was in peeking through it and trying to open the door. The only time I ever got caught in primary school was by someone a few years above me, and luckily he didn't make fun of me or anything, just seemed more embarrassed to have caught me on the loo. It was in high school where my poo-shyness got really bad, when after the first time I got caught I never went there again.
I was just minding my own business when some boys came in and saw the cubicle door locked, then I heard them muttering about "he's having a shit" and the next thing the door is pushed open on me and they were all laughing at me. I couldn't get off the loo as I wasn't done and the whole time they were just saying how much it stank. Luckily they left after a bit and didn't make me let them watch me wiping, but it was still humiliating. After that, I held it all the time at school, and because I lived far away from the school, I would normally have to use the toilets at the park on the way home if I couldn't hold it. It was still embarrassing in there too, with it being public toilets, but there were never any people from school in them so I had to make do. There was many a day when I would leave school dying for a poo and have to let it out in there, even though the park toilets were disgusting. I didn't help with that though, as I left them stinking a few times myself unfortunately..Kristi
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you (I know it's an American holiday, but I truly am thankful for all of you.
Just finished eating: Turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, cornbread, green bean casserole, stuffing, and rolls.
Now I'm going to lie down for a few hours.
And when I wake up I'm going to have to take a huge crap.
mrsbigandhard
my morning turd turd this one hurts and iis a monster
i am sitting on the toilet now and it feels very lumpy and HARD
its stretching me very wide now. my husband looked and says it is really big
he said to keep straining . he says it it over 2 inches wide'
pushing nnnnnnnnnnn my butt hole is stretched to to the max.M
Response to Kristi
Good morning Kristi and everyone else as well. I'm typing this out as I just got up and have to get ready for work. My wife is in the bathroom right now sitting on the toilet with a major stomach ache. I'm just waiting for her to be done so I can shower. She was in the shower and had the door open so I went in to pee. The toilet is right next to the shower. After she showered she came out and told me she had to sit on the toilet because she has a bad stomach ache. She closed the door and locked it. I would love to be in there with her. She is taking an explosive dump. But to answer your question Kristi yes she does let me watch her pee so I have seen her on the toilet many many times. It's just when she poops she needs her privacy and I get it.
As for pooping in public yes I don't mind company either and it doesn't bother me one bit when someone takes the stall next to me. In fact I'm disappointed when so done uses the next stall and goes pee. I always wish they would poop. I wish there was a way for me and my wife to poop in public together sitting in a stall next to one another and just have a conversation. But obviously that isn't possible.
I also enjoyed... .oh my you should have just heard the explosion my wife just had. I just asked her if she felt ok and she said her stomach is quite upset. She just apologized to me because she knows I need to shower but I said that's ok to take as much time as you need. She said she's almost done. But anyway I enjoyed your story about pooping in front of that nurse. When you got to go you got to go. Take care for now and I'm going to wait for my beautiful wife to be done on the toilet so I can shower and get ready for work. Judging by the sounds she is making on there,I would imagine it stinks pretty bad in there. Oh well. Have a great day!STEPHEN P
Yesterday I was driving through the New Forest in Hampshire on my way to Beueliue ,I had to go a NUMBER TOO which took four minutes .I pulled into a car park and got out of car,walked 200 yards across soaking grass
due to heavy rain , and squatted down amongst some bracken.
I kept hold of my jogging and pants as I was lowering myself to a squatt,as I did not want to remove or soil. when in pooping position
had a strong flow of wee lasting 30 seconds then pushed to open my bowels ,a release of poop followed by another wee then another poop and wee ,remained squatting for another minute just weeing .
Wiped myself with one sheet of shades kitchen towel folded after first wipe again after second wipe , pulled up my pants and jogging bottoms, then turned round I have just left two large piles of poop , made my way back to car wiped my hands with wet wipes . I collected my goods from the shop then drove home three hours non stop.
Kristi
Pooping in really nice public bathrooms
So here's a question for everyone:
How many of you have ever gone poop in a really, REALLY nice public bathroom?
I'm not talking about people's homes or hotel rooms. I'm just talking public restrooms.
And not just clean restrooms. Not just pretty nice bathrooms.
I'm talking restrooms that look like they were made for royalty.
[If you have an interesting pee story, please share! I just tend to share pooping stories more.]
So a month ago, I was at this luncheon with about 12 other people. (I'm a work-from-home paralegal.) It was a lunch gathering for a lady (really sweet girl named Becca) who had just been promoted. I got an invite as a friend of hers.
The food was great. The conversation... SO boring. And it goes on for two hours.
I had to get away so I excuse myself for the restroom.
What I found was a room that probably cost ten times what my first apartment cost to build.
I went in and there are sofas and easy chairs along with sinks. For a second I wonder if I'm in the right place. The walls have this metallic silver look to them.
You have to go through another door to get to the actual bathroom. But if you thought this was just going to be a simple ladies room, think again.
Beautiful purple tile, stainless silver sinks, and the toilets were GOLD (probably not real gold but still!)
It was like some architect was designing a palace. The toilets almost seemed like decorations.
At this point I really just need to pee. I sat down and did so. But while I was peeing I texted Emily (my poop buddy).
This was our text transcript:
Me: "I'm sitting in the nicest bathroom in the world."
Emily: "What's so nice about it?"
Me: "It has a living room in it. And the toilets are freaking GOLD."
Emily: "U pooping?"
Me: "No. Don't have to."
Emily: "You have to."
Me: "Will try later."
I also texted Steve and told him the same stuff.
So after ANOTHER 2 hours at the table (and now with dessert in me), I'm ready.
People are filing out and a few ladies are going into the restroom.
Could I actually poop around these prim and proper women?
Well... duh. I'm Kristi. I have no shame.
I take a stall right between two ladies. I sit down and start peeing again but this time I let out a fart.
I text Emily (did I mention we're REALLY close) and tell her "Gotta crap..."
Emily: "Do it girl."
I sat for a minute letting my muscles relax.
Then I heard it: Another lady was pooping. I heard a plop to my left. I think it was Sarah, another paralegal. Blonde, 30, tall. I know Sarah had taken a stall to my left. There was a girl between us but she peed and left.
When I hear the sound of someone pooping, my body goes into autopilot.
A nice, soft but formed log starts sliding out and splashed down (getting some water on me). I pushed the rest out; it wasn't much but I felt total relief afterwards.
I texted Emily and said "Just took a dump in a gold toilet. My life is complete."
I wiped well as I was a little messy. Plus I don't like toilet water on my girl parts.
Then Emily asks for a picture. I take one and send it to her and Steve.
I flush and wash my hands.
It's definitely Sarah (I can see her shoes) pooping two stalls down from where I pooped.
Anyways... TOTALLY worth the long and boring lunch to be able to put my brownies in a gold toilet.
To Hollyrae: I never put paper down. But if the toilet is disgusting I might hover.
Everyone: Can you read my request about posting a little about myself and let me know if that's okay?
Love,
Kristi