My broken toilet.
A few weeks ago during the cold spell, I was awaken by a loud bang and the sound of gushing water, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to find the toilet broken and water gushing out, I went out side in my PJ to the road and turned of my water supply, returning to the bathroom and putting towels to try and mop up some of the before returning to bed.
In the morning I phone a few plumber only to be told I would have to wait till the New Year. I got to work removing the broke toilet and tank, and blanking of the inlet pipe so that I could put the main back on. The water had come down through two ceilings.
I have been peeing in the bathroom sink and using dog poo bags which I have been taking to the dog poo bin in the park.
On the 22nd of December my ex girlfriend came to me house, her calls on me once or twice a year when she is in town, this time she had just dropped her husband of at the hospital for test and came round to wait before picking him up. We sat in the living room chatting and a mug of coffee, after about three hour of chatting it was time for her to go back to the hospital, she said she would use my loo before she went.
I lead she up to the bathroom explaining and showed her the problem, telling her I have been peeing in the sink and that if she want to she could pee into the bath.
I was just going out the bathroom door when she said she many need my help. I thought that all she had to do was to lift up her skirt and drop her knickers and hang her bum over the side of the bath. But no, she kicked of her shoes, removed her skirt and took off her tights and knickers, then using my shoulder stepped up onto the edge of the bath, then with one foot on either side of the bath went into a vary high squat, opened her lips and let ripe.
My mind was in a spine, here I was looking at a pissing pussy I had not seen for forty years, her pubes a little grey, her legs and bum still in good shape,( she was always into sport and still did waking in the country). When she stopped peeing I got some toilet paper and went to wipe her but she grabbed the paper and wiped herself and one of her legs I took the paper back and put it in the bathroom bin, she then used me to step back down. She said I see you still like that, I said yes and are you going to deal with that, she said no as she did not cheat on her husband but that I could deal with it my self, as I took my self in hand she start to dress, first her knickers the thighs, which she pulled up to she tits, (which still looked firm under her bra) then her shoes, and lastly her skirt. I was done and washed the bath out with shower head before we both washed our hands.
We returned to the living room were she put her coat on and we said our good byes I mumbled hope your husband is ok and she left.
After she left I went looking for a Polaroid photo I had take of her peeing by some trees on the moors, but I could not find it and still not found it. I find it funny that she would not let me touch her and she would not touch me but she let me watch she pee up close, because of her husband.Elvia
Response to End Stall Em
As a mother, 7 is the absolute max age I take either of my sons. And even then, I still manage to get them in a stall with me. Any age after that, if it's absolutely necessary, only use single occupant restrooms.
Single person restrooms, even if they're gendered, are an absolute gift for parents with their kids.Spurlock
Arena bathroom frustrations
Both me and Lisa are in our senior year of high school. A friend gave us some tickets free to see two top college teams compete in a nearby 20,000 or so basketball arena. This was the largest event Lisa and I have ever been to. Our attitude was that the bathrooms at the arena couldn't be any worse than the ones at our high school that we have been using for four years.
Lisa and I had downed a lot of pop and popcorn as we watched a movie at my house. Shortly after we entered the arena and got our seats Lisa said she had to check out the bathroom. She came back after about 15 minutes saying she was bursting to pee, but she couldn't get her stream started sitting on a toilet in such a crowded bathroom. Her privacy door was anything but. The lock had been removed and she had to halfway sit while reaching out with her left hand to hold the door shut. Because she took up so much time, a couple of profanities were shouted at her. That really f***** up her confidence in herself.
Both me and her went downstairs together during intermission. I pigged out on her cooking the night before and was now paying for it with the way my gut felt. The line for each toilet was three-deep and my gut was being even more restless. In about 10 minutes my turn came. I got on a toilet with a warmed seat and made a minimal push. My crap turtle headed and partially came out, but not without a lot of pain. I was restless and re-seated myself, which is something that works for my dad. I even stood and directly dropped myself on the seat thinking that would get things going. It didn't. Although I peed a little onto the floor between my legs. The privacy door had probably one-inch gaps on each side and I could see eyeballs with greater regularity fixed on me. I got up, flushed as if to cover up my lack of activity, and went to the sink.
Lisa texted me that the second half was starting, but that she was only half successful. Her stream got started with trickled off after about 20 seconds. I told her I wasn't that successful either. I hate to admit it but the noise level and the aggression of those waiting for my toilet had done me in.
After the game we walked quickly to my car. We drove to a large gas station that probably had about 50 pumps. I parked at the store entrance and we both went in to use the toilet. My crap, a real clogger, was right ready to come out and did. What a relief. With the smile on her face, when she came back Lisa had enjoyed a good pee.
Neither of us does well in super-size bathrooms with lines waiting and lack of privacy.Ran.
Answers from a male lycée-student
1. Do you feel any embarrassment or anxiety when realizing that you have to poop outside?
Depends. Mostly not.
2. Do you tell your friends when you have to go away to poop?
Not explicitly. May say that I have to go to toilet without any other details.
3. How often and when do you mostly poop outside?
5-10 times during summer.
4. Do you practice LNT partly or fully?
Don't know. Don't think so.
5. How is your positure when pooping (squatting, bending forward, standing etc.)?
Squatting.
6. Do you discuss your poop with friends afterwards?
Never.
7. Have you spotted (none, some, many of) your friends or family when pooping?
My best friend at a camping trip and his girl friend at a surfing beach. The mother of my best friend when picking mushrooms in the woods.
8. Did they discover you?
No!
9. Have anyone seen you when pooping outside?
Not sure. Don't think so.
10. What type of poop do you mainly do when outside (size, form, color)?
Two or three lumps 5-10 cm.
11. Have you seen the poop of anyone you know outside.
Yes, see q.7.
12. Have you seen people you do not know when pooping outside?
At a resting area in Germany, a chubby woman. At a resting area in France, a truck driver.
13. (Gender and age, not necessary but if you want to share.) M, 17
sarah
19 its been awhile but i have some stories. i went to visit family for the holidays they live far so i take a plane. with it being the holidays the planes and airports were really crowded. i had a layover for a two hours. after eating some food i felt i needed to take a shit. i dont like the cramped airplane bathrooms so i decided to go at the airport. i quickly found a bathroom. it must have been a main bathroom as it was huge with many stalls. it was crowded and took a few minutes to get a stall. the toilet was not very clean with skidmarks in the bowl and some loose toilet paper on the ground. i pulled my jeans and panties down and sat. i was getting desperate now so i relaxed and my shit began to come out right away. the relief was amazing as this long log slid out of my ass. after a few moments it plopped in the bowl. i farted twice then pissed. my shit was smooth and about 7 inches long. i wiped and flushed. the bathroom was so busy it was hard to make out individuals but i could hear some other girls shitting when i was in there.
i took my second flight of the day. i was drinking too much both water and some alcohol on the plane and it was making me need to piss. i dont like the plane bathrooms so i waited patiently as my urge to piss got stronger. i was quite desperate to piss when the plane landed and i rushed to the first bathroom that i could find. this bathroom was large but not as large as the one before. the first stall was open so i rushed in and quickly sat on the toilet. i let loose a strong stream of piss and felt much better.
when returning home i was able to get a direct flight back. this meant i would need to use the plane bathroom. on this flight i was seated near the toilets so i observed them. i could tell several women had pooped because of the time they spent in there. shortly into the flight my stomach began to hurt. i knew right away it was diarrhea and i would need the toilet fast. i had seen the two bathrooms get taken by girls and there was a girl standing and waiting. i got up and joined the line. one of the bathrooms opened quickly and the girl ahead took it. i was hoping she just needed a piss but both girls seemed to be shitting. after about 8 or 10 minutes the girl who was before me came back out. i quickly went in and could smell a faint poo smell. the airplane had a strong deodorizer though. i was about to shit myself now. i awkwardly twisted around and got my clothes down. i sat on the still warm seat and immediately exploded a loud torrent of liquid shit. it went for about 10 seconds with loud farts making the diarrhea splatter allover the inside of the little toilet. after this explosion i stayed seated and had more bouts of diarrhea. i farted a lot to. after about 15 minutes i felt like i was finally done. the wiping job was very messy. i got up and the toilet was completely covered in light brown diarrhea with a big pool in the bottom. even with the deodorizer the bathroom was stinking from my shit. i flushed and it the suction flush got some of it but there was still some shit left higher up on the bowl. i washed my hands and exited. there was a line of two people and a girl went in behind me.
later on the flight i had to take a piss again. i already went through the diarrhea ordeal so i stopped caring. someone was in the one i used before but the other one was vacant. i took it and did my piss.Rose
???
Hey all, don't know if this is too graphic for the site, but here goes.
I identify as non-binary, but I have male genitalia. As such, I usually stand to pee. Every time I do, though, there's always a lot of pee that splashes on my legs. What should I do to remedy this?
I've tried peeing sitting down in the past, but when I did, it always felt like I was never able to get all of my pee out.
That is all. Any tips or comments will be appreciated.
Oh, before I leave, though: Rose Y. and Elphaba...I love you both!
Thanks! :)
Thursday, December 29, 2022
Europeanpooper (male)
750 ml of prune juice and 80 grams of sugar free candy
Pffft, prune juice and sugar free candy are really crazy. I have an iron stomach and never have to poop after coffee and stuff like that, but this really did it for me! I ate 80 grams of sugar free candy and an hour later chugged 750 ml of prune juice and really felt it 2 hours later.
After 2 hours my stomach started rumbling and I was farting A LOT, which I rarely do. So a lot of farts later I decide to get up out of bed and go to the toilet. I shot out a small amount of diarrhea and felt done, so I thought nothing much of it, but little did i know that it was only round 1 of (currently) 4.
I layed down on my bed again but my stomach is still rumbling a lot, and it started hurting too. This is where I got excited and thought to myself that it might actually star here. After 10 minutes I had to run to the toilet, pull down my pants and shot out a wave of diarrhea, I farted and another wave came. I got to catch my breath, groaned and sprayed another wave. For the next 4/5 minutes I pooped out small amounts of diarrhea and a few loud, loooong farts. I got up again and layed on my bed.
After a while round 3 hit, I ran to the bathroom again and shat a few waves and farts again and after that there even was a round 4 coming! I had diarrhea for like 2/3 hours and it was honestly kinda nice since I normally don't have diarrhea. My stomach started to
End Stall Em
Unsupervised child in restroom
I have worked at the courtesy kiosk at a regional mall while finishing up my college classes. Last week we were very busy with last-minute Christmas shoppers. I took my 15-minute break at about 1:30 p.m. because I had been unable to get away from my mall responsibilities sooner.
I had downed two coffees that morning and been given a couple of donuts by one of our newest hires who was hitting on me. So my break didn't come any too soon. Although I've probably used each of the 12 or so bathrooms at once time or another, I deliberately took the escalator downstairs. There is less traffic in the bathrooms there and they are relatively cleaner. Out of a line of about 15 toilets, the middle one was free, but I bypassed it for the far end toilet. The toilet booth hasn't had a privacy door since I've worked there, but being at the end of the line it doesn't draw as much attention.
I unbuckled my black jeans, pulled down my black underwear and took a seat. Sitting there, I tried to remember whether it had been two or three days since I had crapped. I remember that Spencer was pissed when I asked him to stop at a Shell station because I didn't think I could have held it for the 30-minute drive to our apartment. My movement was starting to exit and I was reading my messages when I looked up and saw this boy about 6 or 7 standing just inches in front of me. He saw my navel ring and said his mom had one too. I know I looked startled, even though this has happened to me two or three times before. As my crap started splashing and no one had come to grab him, I told him to go back to his mother. Then he said his mom was home, and he started to ask me a whole lot of personal questions about whether I was crapping or peeing,
where my mother was, he referred to my pubic hair as being less than his mother has, and some gibberish I didn't understand. I stood up from the toilet and told him to get away.
A young woman who was using the adjacent toilet came out and pushed the boy away from me. I guess she was trying to find the adult he was with. I had quite a wiping job to do and when I flushed and came out, the woman was still near the boy at the main entrance. Just as I was getting my phone ready to call mall security, this girl came out of a stall and seemed upset the boy was with us. She was the sitter and had him lock himself in the cubicle next to the one she was using. Of course, he had let himself out. I took down her name and contact information for a possible security report, but the sitter argued with me that she doesn't know what to do in such a case. She didn't think it was good for the boy to watch her use the toilet, but she hadn't though of any alternatives.
What is the absolute maximum age where a child can be in the restroom of the opposite sex? I know it is awkward, but there must be some alternatives.
Outdoorsy girl
I spend much of my leisure time on outdoor activities together with friends and also my family, for example hiking, canoeing, camping, scouting and biking. Mostly in summer, but sometimes also skiing in winter.
I am quite used to going to toilet in the wilderness, because where I live there are not many toilets or outhouses along the trails etc. Neither among my friends nor in my family we tend to talk much about it. We just do it when necessary, if possible without telling anyone else about it. This applies to pooping. I think we, especially the boys, are more relaxed when it comes to peeing.
I have always been curious about other outdoor enthusiasts' perceptions and habits on going to toilet outside. I think they vary very much. I hope that some of you out there will try to answer some of my questions below. (I have given my own answers at the end.) The questions only apply to outdoorsy people, and to pooping (not merely peeing).
1. Do you feel any embarrassment or anxiety when realizing that you have to poop outside?
2. Do you tell your friends when you have to go away to poop?
3. How often and when do you mostly poop outside?
4. Do you practice LNT partly or fully?
5. How is your positure when pooping (squatting, bending forward, standing etc.)?
6. Do you discuss your poop with friends afterwards?
7. Have you spotted (none, some, many of) your friends or family when pooping?
8. Did they discover you?
9. Have anyone seen you when pooping outside?
10. What type of poop do you mainly do when outside (size, form, color)?
11. Have you seen the poop of anyone you know outside.
12. Have you seen people you do not know when pooping outside?
13. (Gender and age, not necessary but if you want to share.)
My own answers:
1. Do you feel any embarrassment or anxiety when realizing that you have to poop outside?
- No, not any more. But I prefer to wait till I find a suitable spot. I don't like anyone to see me when I am pooping.
2. Do you tell your friends when you have to go away to poop?
- No, I prefer not to tell anyone. I try to stick away unnoticed to avoid any questions etc. My "trick" is to carry the camera, hoping that others think I am going to take pictures. But I always carry toilet paper in my pocket.
3. How often and when do you mostly poop outside?
- When camping, often after breakfast. On day trips, occasionally after lunch. Sometimes also in the evening. At least I try to poop at least once every day also when staying in the wilderness to keep up normal motions and avoid constipation.
4. Do you practice LNT partly or fully?
- Depends. When on popular trails and together with many others, I always comply with LNT. But if we are in very remote areas and quite few persons together, I am not that eager with it.
5. How is your positure when pooping (squatting, bending forward, standing etc.)?
- Squatting low, pants at my knees. Feet well apart. Sometimes widening the butt crack with my hands (luckily nobody can see).
6. Do you discuss your poop with friends afterwards?
- Nope...
7. Have you spotted (none, some, many of) your friends or family when pooping?
- Yes, accidentally. Parents, uncle, aunt, granddad, a few of my scouting friends (girls and boys), and also one of our scout leaders. I may pee together with my best friend, but we never poop together.
8. Did they discover you?
- Once, one of my cousins and I spied on her brother while he was pooping. He got very angry when he discovered us.
9. Have anyone seen you when pooping outside?
- Once, an adult man, unknown to me, came by just when I was pooping. Another time one of my scouting friends came just as I was pulling trousers up. He got more embarrassed than me, I think.
10. What type of poop do you mainly do when outside (size, form, color)?
- Cable, 30 cm long 4-5 cm thick, brown.
11. Have you seen the poop of anyone you know outside.
- Many times, for example my father and mother, my uncle, my granddad, my best friend (she never practice LNT I think. She always leave her poop on the ground.)
12. Have you seen people you do not know when pooping outside?
- Yes, several times. Last summer at least a truck driver and a van camper.
13. (Gender and age, not necessary but if you want to share.) (F, 17.)
Tuesday, December 27, 2022
Mike
Merry Christmas
Hi everyone and wishing you all happy Christmas I have been a long time visitor on here with the occasional post
Looking forward to reading people's stories of visits to the toilet with all that food I imagine people will be having some big and satisfying poos which I would like to hear about speak soon
Avery
From food to poop
Hello from my toilet! My stomach is currently digesting my dinner; I finished eating and was watching videos in bed, and felt a bit uncomfortable, so here I am!
Two nights ago, we had salmon and a side salad for dinner; I ate a lot, and I mean a lot! When I was done eating, my abdomen was bulging a bit from how full my stomach was. I went to my room and lay down in my pajamas. I grabbed my iPad and opened YouTube to relax. I heard a grumble and felt an ache as my stomach contracted and squeezed it's contents. As everything started getting broken down, I could feel the two filets of salmon and six scoops of salad sloshing around in my stomach. It felt so nice to have my stomach shrink to it's normal size as the solid pieces of food I swallowed were turned into sludge. I had pooped just before dinner, so I didn't need to go again. After about 3 hours, I felt some grumbling and groaning as the digested sludge was moved into my intestines.
Fast forward to today, 2 days later. We had burgers for dinner, and once again I lay in bed and enjoyed the feeling of my body beginning to turn that burger into a nice poop. I felt some pressure building below, and thought it might just be gas. I squeezed and let out a loud fart that smelled quite bad! The pressure remained though, so I decided to use the toilet and try to get some stuff out.
I walked into the bathroom by my room and pulled down my gray sweatpants and black panties. I sat on the toilet, and immediately let out my pee. I peed for about 20 seconds, then relaxed. And that brings us up to speed! I'm now waiting for that salmon to go swimming again, but this time, in the form of my waste. I'm squeezing a bit to see if that gets it owing…nope but I did fart! Oh my stomach just cramped and let out a huge growl…oh wait I can feel some stuff getting ready to be dumped… oh that's a lot of pressure… damn I really need to poop now, time to unload!
I'm squeezing my abdomen lightly to try and get this turd out easier, but I can feel it inching out… and there we go! The tip has emerged and I'm pushing it out, I'm pooping! I'm going to put down my phone to focus on pooping, then I'll finish the post.
Ahhh I feel so good now. All that pressure is gone and has been replaced by joy and a full toilet bowl. That salmon and salad tasted great when I ate it, and it felt great to poop it all out. I'm wiping and the first bit of toilet paper was dirty, so time to wipe again…second was better…third is almost clean…there we go, fourth wipe was clean! I've pulled up my sweatpants and panties so let's take a look at what I've created. I pushed out three logs, stretching from the hole to the front of the bowl was a log an inch and a half thick and 12 inches long, then off to the side were two other mini-logs: both were an inch thick, the one next to the hole was 5 inches, and the other one was 4 inches long. And wow it smells so bad right now! I'm amazed that my pretty little body could turn that delicious and great looking food into these gross and smelly brown turds. Anyway, I'm going to flush it all away now, and sure enough that salmon is quickly down the drain… along with the salad, and my snacks, and anything else my rectum compacted into the load I just dumped haha. Anyway, it's always good to end the day with with a relaxing sit on the toilet, and a body empty of pee and poop!
Happy holidays everyone, bye for now!
Annie
Runny crap after breakfast
Hi all. I woke up this morning and had toast with avocado, chopped up banana and avocado for breakfast with a jar of warm water and 2 small cups of coffee (black) after. Basically right after finishing I had to take a runny crap. I found out from my caregiver it is caused by the avocado. It was a messy one and had to wipe well while being careful how much TP I use. Flushed the mess down the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up, washed my hands and that was that.
Happy pooping and happy holidays everyone
Annie
My poop into a urinal
Me and my best friend Monique are in 8th grade. That's middle school. Marcus, her brother who is in high school, drives us to school. He is very moody and he brags about not shitting at school. Me and Monique find that amazing; we shit most every morning at school and think nothing of it.
Last week Monique and I got sick of Marcus doing these rants about shitting at school. OK, I'll admit I've overslept a couple of mornings and he had to wait for me to get ready. Its hard to escape his rants about us girls having it so easy when the guys practically have to go through torture to get a shit in at school. Both me and Monique don't buy some of the horrible things he talks about. Stuff like should a guy stuff his unit into the bowl before he shits or should he just let it hang over the front of the bowl. How the urinals are designed dumb, they mess the guys using them up, and that causes them to mess things up even more. Give me a break!
This past month both Monique and I got small roles in his high school's spring play. Two nights a week he has to drive us over there for a practice in the auditorium. It is at the far side of the school. It is a really big place but the bathrooms are locked up. The sign says adults only so Monique and I have to walk pretty far to the other wing of the school to use the toilet. Each of us pees about once an hour because we drink a lot of pop and water during classes, and the drama teacher has large packs of like 40 water bottles laying out for us. By drinking more, she thinks it helps our voices to be clearer. Our music teacher has the same rule.
The first couple of nights after our scene had ended we walked over to the main building to pee. Our nervousness being on stage and reading our lines might have contributed to it also. But Marcus was mad because he had to wait and he didn't think he would have enough time to visit his girlfriend later. Marcus was also furious because he had to come in for a simple pee. We knew about this shitting fears, but this was a new one.
Since the guys toilets were about a half block closer than the girls, Monique tried to calm him down. That part of the school was vacant and she said we could just go into the guys. I made a mistake by saying all we needed was a toilet to sit on.
The three of us ended up in the guys bathroom. Marcus took one of the urinals. He pressed up all the way against it because Monique mentioned to me, he didn't want us to see his wares. Both she and I got on toilets right next to one another. There were no privacy doors. My toilet had been flushed and I immediately took my seat and peed away. Monique said I sounded like a pee storm and as drained. I had heard that word before and think it sounds kind of funny. Monique's pee was much more steady and she reached down and tied one of her shoes as she finished. At the sinks we noticed Marcus was no where to be found. It was back in the car when we got in the argument about his attitude.
He dared me and Monique at the next practice, in that bathroom, to take a shit in the urinal. He would watch and if both of us were successful, he would give us our first driving lessons in his car. Both of us thought it was a good deal, although the next day we reminded each other that we'd have to hold our usual morning shits all day and into that evening. Monique almost had one accident at lunch. I signed out of class and just entered the girls room when I remembered. It was hard I found to hold it in. I guess its because when you mentally anticipate something and then have to hold it in, the body rebels.
That evening Marcus took us into the guys room about 30 minutes before practice. We walked into the room. I went up to a bowl-type urinal built into the wall, flushed it and then I found a problem. I dropped my clothing to the floor, backed up to the bowl but it was higher than I thought. I could feel the cold porcelain against my lower back. Monique helped me stand on my tip toes and hoist myself up on he bowl. My hands were on my knees, but Monique helped me straighten up. By pushing hard, I was able to release about three golf-ball size pieces of shit. They dropped about the half inch that separated me from the water in the bowl. I got off the bowl, asked Marcus for some toilet paper, did two wipes, and hurled the crunched up wad across into the toilet bowl.
Then Monique dropped her clothing and turned toward the other bowl, forgetting to flush the yellow pee first. I reminded her of that need and she seemed thankful, although Marcus told her she was fatter than me, and two inches taller, and to try and not break the urinal off the wall. He can be so mean and Monique takes it because she needs a ride to school and back and her parents won't take her. She seemed much more at ease than me on the bowl. She slowly spread her legs and in doing so, a piece the size of a banana came out. I grabbed her some toilet paper and it was obvious her soft shit was both large and messy. Both Marcus and I tore off additional toilet paper for her. She used it all, grabbed the used paper we were saving, and almost filled a toilet bowl with it. Marcus, especially was amazed at the size of her shit, but also how it stayed in form even though part of it was hanging out of the bowl.
At that time we got a text from the drama teacher that we were almost tardy. Monique had taken a series of pictures of what she and I had produced in case Marcus had forgotten about the offer.
Sunday, December 25, 2022
Avery
Replies & short story
Mina and 3 crushes: Thanks for the welcome, I'm glad you liked my post! Your posts are good as well! I agree that the best way to enjoy using the toilet is to take a big, relieving poop! I'm lucky since the teachers are ok with us using the bathroom during class as long as we're good students and don't take too long. When I poop, I'm usually only in the bathroom for 6 to 8 minutes. For some of my larger poops, it takes closer to 15 to 20 minutes, but thankfully none of my teachers have questioned me. Also, you're right, 4 inches is quite big! I think I overestimated the size of that poop, in retrospect it was probably closer to 3 inches but just looked bigger. And yes, I am in America!
Rose Y: I'm glad you're enjoying my posts! I'm glad you agree that the body is fascinating and that's a good way of thinking about flushing! Please do post your stories!
Vincene
Independence on the toilet
This happened on a snow day off school. Me and Amanda, 5th grade best friends, walked to the park with our new sleds which we just received for Christmas. We used a heavy duty rope to drag our sleds over the 4 blocks to the best hill. I was clumsy, stumbled and feel pretty hard, once against the curb. It was about 10 a.m., the time our class had our break at school. That is when I pooed most every day. Amanda was amazed at my regularity on the toilet. If she crapped once every three days she was surprised. Her pediatrician gave her some pills that were explosive. But for some reason, she had about 2 minutes to get on the toilet to avoid an accident.
I looked forward to having toilet independence from my mom who was THE micro-manager. Amanda brought humor into our walk by using the word grunt, a word which her grandpa used for craps. I found that so hilarious that I almost fell over on some ice. She said that would have grunted my pants. I was thankful that didn't happen. Then she almost walked into a big tree, something that she said would have caused her to have a grunt. When we got to the park, I found the toilet building was locked. I told Amanda my grunt was knocking harder. She suggested we hide our sleds between some timber and the building and we headed about a 1/2 block east to a gas station.
When we got the gas station, we had to ask the clerk to open up the bathroom for us. He did and was nice about it. Amanda made a smart remark she shouldn't have made about my frozen grunt. He didn't get it, which was fine. Amanda latched the door and I pulled up my parka and dropped my jeans. I seated myself and within a minute she counted the exact number of grunts that had splashed into the toilet. Then we scanned the room and couldn't find toilet paper. She said she would go to the clerk and get some. Fine. A great friend, but with a little different sense of humor. Only problem was she threw the door open all the way and it stuck with me exposed and people walking toward me in the candy aisle. Another piece was dropping and after it did, I got myself up and slammed the door shut. I also did about a 15 second pee. Good relief for a few hours of sledding.
Then there was a double knock on the door. I stood, reached out and opened it. A stupid decision on my part because it was a middle aged woman who was checking to see if it was in use. She apologized 3 or 4 times as she quickly closed it. For the second time I latched it and took my seat. Then after what seemed like a long wait, Amanda returned with 2 rolls of toilet paper. She was getting pissed, but I made her ID herself twice before I opened the door.
Amanda and I sledded for about two hours before we walked back to my house. The first question mom asked, and right in front of Amanda, was did I need to crap. Amanda whispered grunt into my ear and I pushed her away because I didn't want to make mom any more suspicious or have her ask any more embarrassing questions. I figured at age 10 I should be granted more independence just like my friends.
4 short questions for everyone:
1. At what age were you allowed to independently use a public bathroom away from home?
2. Where you required to have a friend (perhaps older) with you?
3. What kind of place was this? (theater, library, park, swimming pool,
riding your bike, gas station/convenience store).
4. Did you ever have a babysitter or someone else who thought independence was too restrictive?Annie
Runny crap after breakfast
Hi all. I woke up this morning and had toast with avocado, chopped up banana and avocado for breakfast with a jar of warm water and 2 small cups of coffee (black) after. Basically right after finishing I had to take a runny crap. I found out from my caregiver it is caused by the avocado. It was a messy one and had to wipe well while being careful how much TP I use. Flushed the mess down the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up, washed my hands and that was that.
Happy pooping and happy holidays everyone
Annie
Friday, December 23, 2022
LC
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It seems this post didn't go through the first time, but apologies if it ends up as a double post.
@ Steve A - That's an interesting question regarding peeing / pooping contests. I personally have never been a part of one. However, I read one of my sister's yearbooks and a good friend of hers Chelsea who I knew well, had a long, hand written entry in which she admitted that she was surprised to lose a pooping contest earlier that year. For reference, my sister was bit of a jock in high school and most of her friends were from sports teams. Chelsea spent a lot of time at our house and us kids only had one bathroom between us. It was normal to find someone using it over the weekend when we all had friends over. I accidentally tried to use the bathroom when Chelsea was in there a couple times. From my experience, she pooped for 10-15 minutes and left behind a strong smell. She was a soccer player, about 5'7", and had a powerful lower body. Evidently the girl who beat her in the pooping contest was another girl in their class named Rochelle. I was surprised to read this because my sister never really hung out with Rochelle and she wasn't on any of the sports teams, as far as I can remember. She was probably 5'5 and voluptuous. As the year book entry went, I guess Chelsea and Rochelle both clogged the toilet with their big dumps, but Chelsea was in awe of the size of Rochelle's dump, as were the other young women. She had more than expected to win and couldn't believe that she lost. I never asked my sister about it, but I may need to find an excuse to bring it up.
@ Kristi - Great set of stories. Thanks for sharing, I am interested to hear more about anything. However, I know this forum is moderated in a specific way, so I wouldn't be surprised if some of your entries don't make it through if they aren't bathroom related.
@ Army Girl - Thanks for all the great stories so far. I found all of them interesting and I also enjoyed the bits of humor thrown in. Please continue to share more if you feel compelled.
@ Centalia - Sorry to hear about the difficulties your mom used to cause. I wouldn't say that my mom was to that level, but she certainly emphasized the dirtiness of public bathrooms and discouraged use if possible. I've also heard of other people's moms acting as yours did. I don't understand the older generations when it comes to this stuff, maybe less was known about germ theory back then, or the old Victorian ways were more entrenched in societal norms.
Lauren - Surprisingly, that's not the first time heard a story like that. Using the bathroom can be quite an intimate and trust building experience.
@ MD Dan -I worked in the field for a few years at the start of my career and still visit the field with some frequency in my current role. I think stuff like this happens all the time. Constructions site bathrooms don't often afford much privacy.
Lindsay -Great story, thanks for sharing! Is that a normal cycle for you or are you typically more regular.
LCAnnie
2 runny craps so far today
Hi everyone. Hope everyone is keeping warm, staying healthy and safe and going to the washroom lots. I have had 2 runny craps so far today. And I'm not sick and didn't eat or drink anything bad. Just my bowels working well.
T 8:15 AM I felt the urge right as I woke up so I put on an extra sweater over top of the one I have on, put on my flip flops, walked to the washroom (right next to my room), closed the door. Walked to the toilet, pulled down my thick dark sweatpants and beige/cream coloured underwear and sat. Relaxed and splat! A bunch of runny crap came out. Was done within about 20 seconds. Reached for some TP, wiped well, pulled up my pants and underwear and flushed the murky mess down the toilet. Washed my hands and went upstairs for breakfast, more water and coffee (2 cups).
After breakfast, water and 2 cups of coffee I felt the urge again so I asked my caregiver for more toilet paper, went downstairs, pulled down my pants and underwear and sat. Relaxed and splat everything in my bowels came out. Again was done within 10-20 seconds. Wiped, flushed, pulled up my pants and underwear, washed my hands and that was that. Damn what a relief.
I hope I will go for the 3rd time after my warm water or after lunch.
Happy pooping!
AnnieMina Hisae Maho Kazumi
Dear Avery
Welcome to this site! Mina translated your posts for her crushes, and all the time, we could hear "Aaaaaa!" "Uuuuuu!" from 3 crushes and also from Mina.
Because you are woman after our heart! (Thank you Victoria for teach Mina this words.)
We understand you so well!! Long time in loo, and many many logs, that is good way to enjoy loo! We are just like you. Always long time and huge volume. So we feel a kindred spirit.
But we worry a bit about one thing. When you go to loo at school and do huge motion take long time, your teacher doesn't angry?? Never angry we hope. It is good to come out of loo when you are empty completely. Your friend Lauren also has correct idea we think.
Also, we think, when your motion is four inches of wide, you don't have a pain? Four inches is 10 centimetres!! Maho is slim like you, but she drops fat motions into loo, maybe 6 centimetres, but never ten. And she said, six centimetres wide is very much painful.
Do you live America? You said "bathroom" instead of toilet even there is no bathtub in school toilet. Hisae said, she wants to go your country and massage you while you are busy on loo. She is expert of massage very much.
We hope you send us many more posts! Now Mina said this with typing, and eyes of Maho, Hisae and Kazu became to very very huge. (Maybe Mina too.)
Love to you and Lauren. And to everyone this site.
Kazumi Maho Hisae and typist Mina
Rose Y
Hello!
I wanted to say hi to Rose and Avery.
Rose - welcome!! I'm a trans woman who posts on occasion, I'm happy to see some more queer people around here! To answer your question, I haven't walked in on my partner before, but she has on me - she tends to be pretty embarrassed about pooping, which I definitely understand and don't want to push. I do know that she often has trouble going if she feels pressured as well, so I tend to give her space. On the other hand, I'm very comfortable just going in front of her so long as she doesn't mind (which depends on the circumstances).
Avery - hello! I'm really enjoying your posts so far! I really like the way you think about the food that's been turned into waste by our bodies when you're pooping, I find that really interesting too! And I really like the way you describe your flushes, I like thinking about those former meals swirling and being carried away and sucked down.
I have a few interesting moments that have happened recently, I might share them soon if people are interested.
Gio
To Megan S.
I am usually constipated too and familiar with the feeling of having to push for 30-45 minutes to pass a big,hard,painful turd. It sucks that an act that should be natural and pleasurable is such an ordeal for us,but we cannot stop doing it, we need to poop.
When my poop is really stubborn, I lay some toilet paper on the floor and squat instead of sitting on the bowl. Sometimes it helps. Have you tried squatting? Also, if I have not pooped in four days I use an enema. It is not something I like, but it is better than ripping my asshole.
Hope to hear again abour your constipated poops, and hope you get better. To all constipated poopers on this site, thanks for sharing your troubles. It helps to know you are not alone.
Braidy
Store Toilets Are Too Small
When Adam and I were out shopping recently I had a rather sudden urge to take my morning crap. We were at one of the largest chain department stores and I hurried around the crowd of shoppers to the back aisle where I knew the bathrooms were. Being 6'8" has its advantages in not getting lost in the crowd, but when I got into the bathroom and went into the only toilet not in use, I got a rude shock.
I latched the door and as usual I towered over the stall panels. I dropped my sweats and underwear to the floor and as soon as I took my seat I saw the problem. I was sitting partially on the black seat of a toilet that was only about 11" off the floor. My knees were raised as high as I have ever seen them. I spread my legs about as wide as the panels would allow and that helped a little. Luckily, I released my first of a series of four relatively soft pieces easily. If I would have had to have gone slower in getting my crap out my discomfort would have increased with each second I was seated. If this was intended to be an adult toilet I couldn't believe it.
Being a PE instructor and college coach who travels a lot with her two teams, I've used bathrooms in too many venues to begin classification of each sit. A couple of my players are pretty picky of the toilets they use, and I've been critical of the way one of them is so negative, but I'm hoping that the requirements of a regular-size toilet are not being changed. That would be so unfair to larger people and frequent users like me.
Simon--
I enjoyed your story. Dunk-tanks are great fund-raisers. Peeing yourself while on the dunk-tank swing is a feeling just short of orgasmic.
Walking in on your significant other while he's pooping--
The first time it happened was the year Adam and I met. We were traveling to see his parents. He called for a highway rest stop so he could crap. I peed and in doing so realized I had left my medication in my purse in the truck. He had the key. I had a bad headache, among other issues, and walked directly into the mens room. With no privacy doors, I was able to walk right in within an inch of where he was seated and I told him I needed the f-ing truck keys for my medication. His comfort zone was invaded!
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
You can call me Al
Wife traffic incident
Friday my wife had a work holiday lunch in town, normallly a 30-45 minute drive with traffic. But when she left after it was over there were THREE vehicle accidents between her and our house including two jackknifed semis. GPS said it would take at least twice as long as usual once she was finally in the car and heading home. After about an hour she was texting me just sitting in traffic. After a while she texted " and now I have to pee lol" I told her to stop somewhere but there was nowhere to stop near where she was on the interstate. A little later she texted " God I really need to pee. This traffic needs to move I swear." I suggested she stop off at a big gas station at our highway exit and she said "If I can make it that far! Lol" I could follow her on my phone so after a while longer I saw she was by our exit so I said "At least you can stop off now and go". She replied "I'd rather just come home". I said "If you have to go so bad probably safer to stop." She said, "I don't want to get out of the car." "Why not?" I asked. She replied, "Because. Ugh. Move!!!!" I said "Looks like traffic still slow the rest of the way, I still think stopping is safest." She replied, "I don't want to get out of the car because I already leaked a little and I think it would show and don't want people to see I peed my pants!" I said, "oh I'm sorry. Is it bad?" She replied, "Well, it just got a little worse! so I'm sure my ass is wet and showing at least enough for everyone to see, so… I'm not getting out of the car until I get home!" I said, " ok babe. Sorry. It's ok." She was finally past the worst traffic and moving again and got home ten minutes later. I went to open the garage and door for her to save her some time. She parked quickly and jumped out of the car. She had one hand firmly in her crotch but there was still a little dark wetness showing around her hand and upper thighs of her jeans. She was repeating to herself , "almost there, almost there…" She passed me and I could see the upper half of her thighs and most of the lower half of her butt was wet. She hobbled down the hallway still muttering to herself until she was almost to the guest bath when she cursed and stopped and tried to cross her legs and squat a little. When she stood back up to go the last few feet the wetness on the back of her legs suddenly began spreading rapidly down her thighs to her calves and she just stopped and stood there and laughed as she completely finished peeing herself ten feet from the toilet. She turned around and looked at me and shrugged, still laughing and I said, "Well, at least you aren't in the car anymore?" She laughed and said, "and I don't have to pee anymore either!" I took her wet jeans and panties from her to the laundry room and cleaned up the puddle in the hallway and the car while she got a shower. All in all she took it pretty well for a 37 year old peeing her pants. It happens!
M
Wife's big explosion
So last night my wife was on the phone with her friend and suddenly she told her friend she would call her back in a few minutes because she had to take medicine or something like that. She hangs up and says to me "I have to take a shit, I'm going to shit my pants" and makes a mad dash for the bathroom. She locks the door and sits down, takes a quick tinkle then lets out a huge, gassy explosive poop that lasted about 10 seconds. It was quite loud. I was surprised she didn't turn the fan on because when she has one of those moments when she has to make a run for it she turns the fan on. She sat for a couple of minutes after her explosion then wiped her butt several times then flushed. But she made some amazing noise in there!
Nasiba
Last minute sit
As winter has come on, I am finding that I am peeing more frequently. This has added to my worries at school. By the time the bus drops me off each morning, I have less than 10 minutes to get to the other side of the building, go to my locker, and then run for my 1st hour class. Our teacher is strict because some of the guys act up and try to take advantage of her.
The other morning I wasn't sure about having time to get my pee in. But I decided to because it hurts me to hold it. As usual, the largest bathroom was crowded, with as deep as four girls waiting for any of the about 20 toilet stall doors to open. Most of the girls crap and that holds the line up. But there is one toilet near the middle that most won't use because it is door less. No privacy. But I go right to it, drop my jeans and undies, and take my seat. Sometimes there might be some pee splashed on the front of the seat but that doesn't stop me. I don't want a write up, meeting with a vice principal or my mom to be called. I see no use in a Saturday detention.
That's what I did. My pee started immediately, but took a little longer than usual. The warning bell rang, I cut it off and was pulling up my jeans when I reached the bathroom exit door, but I didn't make it to class on time. I could feel a strong wet spot in my pants. I was hoping it didn't show because I had badly faded blue jeans on. And it didn't help second hour when my crap started knocking. Must have been the second helping of chili I had eaten the previous evening. My teacher made me wait for 25 minutes until I turned my worksheet in. I was sitting really uneasy at my computer. Luckily only half the toilets were in use when I got there. I blew that toilet up.
Dad brought the subject up when he was driving me to Saturday detention.
He more than half sees my viewpoint. He and his best friend graduated in
'91. They both bet that they would not give in and shit at school during their four years. Dad's friend won, but he got caught with weed in his car just before graduation. So my dad said the two shits he took should not count. He's so open and real with me. My mom blames me for not thinking ahead enough.
Has anyone ever pooped in the urinal?
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Derrike
@Avery
Wow, looks like you do lots of shit in your life, it seems. Your poop routine's similar to mine, even though I only go at home (male, mid 20's).
Avery
Pooping during an exam
This week was midterms week for me, and all those exams made me quite nervous. Additionally, all my time was taken up by studying. Because of this, my bathroom needs were quite neglected. Just before going to bed on Monday, the day before my first exam, I peed and pooped, as I normally do. It wasn't anything special: I peed for a minute, then released one 12 inch long 2 inch wide log and a 2 inch wide 3 inch long piece.
The next morning, I peed for about 20 seconds, then ate breakfast (oatmeal, banana, and two waffles). I didn't need to poop, so I went to school. I got through my first exam with no issues, so before going to my second exam, I went to the bathroom in case anything needed to come out. I entered a stall, pulled down my black tights and panties, and sat down. I let out some dribbles of pee, but couldn't get any poop out. I wiped, flushed, washed my hands, and completed my second exam, then went home. I studied for a few hours, before I ate dinner, which was chicken soup. I studied for a few more hours before I went to bed. I forgot to use the toilet though, so while I was reading I got an urge to empty my bladder. I went into the bathroom by my bedroom, pulled down my blue pajama pants, and sat down. I peed for 30 seconds and remained sitting to try and get my poop out. I farted a few times, but no poop came out. I wiped, flushed, washed my hands, and went to bed.
On Wednesday, I repeated this. I was getting worried because I knew all this poop sitting in my rectum couldn't be good. I was beginning to get bloated as well. On Thursday, the same thing also happened, except at school I pooped a bit. After my first exam of the day, I went to the girls bathroom, went to a stall, pulled down my black leggings and red panties, and peed for a few seconds. When I pushed this time, instead of feeling nothing, I felt the muscles in my rectum and anus press against something. I kept pushing, and after 2 minutes, a 6 inch long 3 inch wide turd left me with a "plop." I sighed with relief and hope as I rubbed my stomach, hoping to move this blockage out of my bowels. Unfortunately, the 2 minute warning bell rang. I quickly wiped, flushed, watched my poop swirl down the drain and thankfully not leave skid marks or clog the toilet, washed my hands, and went to my second exam just in time. I knew I had a lot of poop in me, I just had to push it all out. I felt nothing for the rest of the day.
On Friday, I woke up with a bit of a stomachache. I knew I was backed up, so after my 35 second morning pee, I tried to poop. It was just a waste of time, so I quickly downed my breakfast. When I got there, I sat in the courtyard waiting for school to start. My abdomen was bulging a lot from all the waste backed up in me. Suddenly, I felt a weight drop into my lower abdomen, and a familiar sensation grew at my butthole. Finally, my poop was ready for release. As I joyfully was walking to the restroom, the first bell rang. In 10 minutes, I would be late. Unhappily, I decided against using the bathrooms and going straight to my first exam. I completed the test with 45 minutes to spare, but I felt so full. I could feel the pressure going. As I got nervous, I drank more water, and soon my bladder was getting full as well. After fidgeting for a little while, I knew I couldn't keep holding it all in, I needed to find a toilet ASAP!
I asked my teacher if I could use the restroom. I told her it was an emergency. She said I could go, but with no delay. I briskly walked to the nearest girls bathroom. There were 3 stalls, all were empty. I took the end stall, shut the door, pulled down my black panties and tights, and relaxed. I felt 50 seconds of pee come out, before I started on the main event. I sighed and rubbed my stomach. I pushed and felt my anus widen. Out came the first log, then after a breath and a grunt, a second log came. Log after log was moved out of me with some straining. After about 10 minutes of "plops" and "splats," I felt empty. I wiped twice, then took a lot at what I had made. In the yellow water lay five giant logs, each were lying side by side. In the center was a 13 inch long 4 inch wide turd. The 4 other turds were 12 inches long and 2 inches wide. I flushed and somehow it all went down. I went back to class feeling so relieved.
Bye for now!
Annie
Had a big runny/mushy crap shortly after breakfast
Hi all I got up at about 8:15 AM, went pee, etc then went downstairs to have a jar of warm water and a somewhat big breakfast. Grilled cheese/melted cheese on toast, apple slices and some kind of green fruit. Had 2 small cups of black coffee after, made another jar of warm water and went upstairs to do stretches & exercises. Soon after I got an urge to poop about 5-10 minutes ago in the middle of my exercises.
Quickly went to the washroom, closed the door, pulled down my dark blueish-black sweatpants and underwear and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and splat! A bunch of runny/mushy crap rushed into the toilet. Only took about 10-20 seconds. When I was done I took some TP and wiped well. Tossed it into the toilet and flushed, pulled up my pants and underwear and washed my hands and that was that. Have been keeping warm and hydrated.
Happy pooping and happy holidays everyone!
Annie
Monday, December 19, 2022
Elphaba
@ Rose
Welcome to the site!
I'm a transgirl and I've been posting (on and off) since 2017. As you can imagine I've got a lot of stories related being LGBTQA+; in fact my first story was about the first time I used a women's bathroom (you can find it on page 2620).
A more recent experience I had was when I was at my work's Christmas party which was being held in a conference centre attached to a Cricket Stadium. The first part of the evening was a meal and after that had finished, I needed to pee so I made my way to the bathroom and found that the women's loo only had two cubicles. This really surprised me as the venue was catering for well over 100 people (there were 4 or 5 other organisations there that night as well as my workplace). I lucked out because there wasn't a queue and within seconds one of the cubicles opened up. After going in and locking the door I pulled down my tights and panties while lifting up my red shift dress. I sat down on the loo and had a reliving wee that lasted about 15 seconds. As I was getting my tights and panties back up, I heard a few of my colleagues chatting as they entered the bathroom and when I was walking out of the cubical and towards the sinks I asked if they were having a good time which they replied that they were. Later on, the party moved into another room where after dancing for a while I needed another pee. This room's bathroom was bigger than the last as it had four cubicles (although one was out of order). After another reliving wee, I left the cubicle and found two of my friends by the sinks. After I had washed my hands, my friends and I took some selfies and then stayed in the bathroom (as it was quieter than the dance floor) taking about work and other things. Around 7 women from the other organisations came in to use the bathroom while we were in there and not one of them challenged me that I was in the wrong one (even with my deeper voice). I was so happy to be accepted in that women's space and also to be having the classic 'drunk girls in the bathroom' moment. A few of my other friends came into the bathroom while I was in there and the loo paper in one of their cubicles had run out so she called out my name and asked me to get her some from another cubicle. The paper dispenser was one of those annoying ones which only gave out one sheet at a time but after getting a few pieces from an empty cubicle, I passed them under her door. Finally, my friends and I left the bathroom and went to dance some more.
You also asked about walking in on one's partner when they were pooing. Unfortunately, I've never experienced this, but I would hope that if it did happen with anybody I was with then they wouldn't really care.
Hope to see you post some more!
Megan S
It hurts to poo
Hiya its Megan S and I am new here. I am enjoying everyone's story so thought to post myself.
A bit about me I struggle with constipation and sometimes have loose stools but mostly I am constipated and rarely can go and when I do it hurts really really bad and I get scared to poo due to the pain its that bad sometimes.
Anyway a quick story, So I usually put off going as I get scared its going to hurt so after 5 days I knew I needed to go and try and put aside my fear. When I got home I went to the toilet, kicking off my clothes and sitting on the toilet. I got to work and started pushing for my poo, my rectum felt full and the poo felt huge. I pushed and pushed but the tip refused to come, my hole felt full and bulged but nothing was coming. So I took a deep breath, bent forward and pushed so very hard and grunted loudly. That helped and this massive fat poo stuck it's ugly head so very slightly out of my hole. It was so hard and knobbly and it was going to take me ages. I took a breath in again and pushed down and down again, the poo moved every so slightly. I stopped for a rest and grunted once again and my poo slid out some more. The poo was coming but was taking so much effort and it hurt like hell. I needed to catch my breath so I opened my legs, OMG the poo was so hard and it was stretching me wide open. I pushed again stomping my feet on the ground and holding the toilet seat. The poo inched out bit by bit getting more and more knobbly, the poo also stunk to high heaven. I counted down 3,2,1 and pushed with all my might. I was in absolute agony, I hate this so much. Why do we have to poo as it hurts so so bad! Ok so after say 15 minutes of this ordeal the poo snake was halfway out, I looked again and this massive knobbly tree trunk was hanging from my hole around six inches. It was really dark brown as well and was smelling so foul. I got to work again, grunting and pushing so hard and I felt the snake inching out slightly with each push. I was straining so hard, my belly hurt and I was going dizzy. I stopped to rest letting out a moan to recover, I would hate to die like Elvis one of these days but it seems possible. I recovered slightly and got back to straining. After another 5 minutes of hard work the poo was nearly out, I sat up straight and did a few more large pushes, the end of the poo was a bit softer and it slid out. Finally it plopped into the water with such a deep plop. Oh my, my bumhole was so painful after that. I looked into the water and saw this behemoth 10 inch almost black turd and as thick as anything. The room stunk. I wiped and some blood was on the paper but the poo was so hard it barely needed wiping. I threw the paper away and flushed. It needed a few flushes. I felt weak and needed time to heal from this monstrous poo. Sometimes I feel like giving up pooing for good as going through this is so awful.
Ask me anything you like.
Bye Megan SAvery
Intro & thanksgiving
Hello! It appears my intro didn't make it on the site, so let me reintroduce myself! I'm Avery, I'm a 15 year old blonde girl, 5 foot 4 inches and quite thin. I don't really have a poop schedule, I just go to the nearest bathroom and relieve myself there whenever I get the urge. I eat a lot though, so I typically poop at least once a day; whenever I do go, it's quite big, and the smell isn't good either!
During Thanksgiving, I ate a lot; several plates of ham, turkey, dressing, and pie all went into me on the day itself. After the big feast, I felt stuffed. I could feel my stomach cramping as it began digesting everything. I hadn't pooped in a few days, so I knew my body would want me to make some room for all this new food. After we ate, me and my 3 cousins went to watch a movie in the living room; we'll call my cousins Kelly, Mia, and James. Kelly is 16, James is 13, and Mia is 12. During the movie, I began to feel a need to poop. I didn't feel to desperate though, so I kept watching the movie. I soon realized I wasn't the only one needing to unload. I heard some grumbling noises coming from Kelly while she fidgeted around a bit. I could smell that she was farting a bit, so I let off a few of my own silent farts. At one point, there was a loud grumble from her as she threw her hand onto her stomach. At the same time, she let out a stinky fart that went "pfftt." She fidgeted around a bit, before finally conceding to nature. "I need to use the toilet, I'll be right back" Kelly said as she briskly left the room. My need kept growing though, and soon I could not wait any longer. I got up and said "be right back" and headed to the bathroom. The door was closed, so I knocked and heard Kelly grunt then say "just a minute, I'm pooping!" The other bathroom was reserved for adults, so I kept waiting for Kelly to finish unloading while I tried to keep my log in. I heard a few crackles, plops, sighs, and paper tearing, then finally a flush! She washed her hands then came out, sounding relieved, and said "Sorry Avery! I was full of poop and just had to get rid of it all." I said "no worries, I'm about to release my own monster turd!" and went in. I pulled down my black shorts and panties. There was a large brown skid mark in the toilet, and the seat was a bit warm. I peed quickly (20 secs), then let out the poop. I pushed and felt a nice, slightly soft log emerge from my butthole. It crackled for a few seconds as it stretched my butt wide open before I felt it taper and land in the toilet. I tried to keep pooping, but that was it. I looked in the toilet and saw my big turd, 24 inches long and 4 inches wide. I wiped, then pulled up my underwear and shorts. I took one last look at my load: a long sausage-like cylinder of digested food siting in a puddle of yellow pee. Then I pulled the lever and watched it all get carried away into the sewers. I washed my hands then left.
I didn't poop again until Saturday night, 2 days later. I had digested the thanksgiving feast, and a nice big load was pressing against my butt. I wanted to get it out, so after dinner (which made my need to go greater), I went to the bathroom. I locked the door, pulled down my jean shorts and black panties, and began by peeing. My bladder was quite full, and I peed for a minute before it slowed to a stop. I shifted then began unloading turds. I sighed as my first soft turd fell into the bowl. I kept pushing turd after turd into the bowl. Some were soft, others were hard. These weren't small nuggets either, these were full on logs being curled out of me. After 2 mins of soft logs, the big, firm ones began. I had to really strain as I pushed out a thick log, which plopped into the water below me. I released one more, then caught my breath. As I caught my breath, I realized how bad the smell was: it smelled like a stinky fart mixed with a rotten smell. I felt another cramp and pushed. It was very big and slowly moved out of me into the toilet. I grunted as I pushed it out, then heard a "splunk" as it fell on top of the others. I sat for a bit longer to make sure I had pooped out all my waste, and sure enough my body felt empty and relieved. I wiped twice, then stood up to look at my creation. The bowl was full of smooth, thick logs of poop. There were probably 5 small logs, each about 8 inches long and 2 inches wide. There were two bigger logs snaked around the edges, these were 14 inches long and 3 inches wide. Finally, the giant turd at the end. It sat on top, lying across the pile of poop in the toilet. It was 12 inches long and a bit over 4 inches wide. I looked at this in awe for a minute; I thought it was amazing that in just two days, I turned all that turkey and ham and stuffing and other delicious food that had smelled/looked so good, into this pile of stinky, brown cylinders of waste. The body is incredible! After this, I pushed the lever to flush. A few small logs went down with my pee, but one of the big logs clogged the toilet. I grabbed the plunger and started plunging away. My poop was getting mashed up, but after a minute of plunging, I was able to flush everything else away. I washed my hands, then left the bathroom which had a bit of a smell. I, meanwhile, felt completely relieved!
I'll post more stories soon. Bye for now!
Keci
Public Toilet Relief
In the past few weeks my work schedule has changed in terms of the schedule for my day, off site visitation assignments and my boyfriend Cody's car is down. So I'm stuck with public transportation. Unfortunately our credit isn't good enough to rent a car. This has really performed a number on my bathroom needs and how to meet them.
For example, the other day I had to go into the office for the monthly meeting, which I capped off with a toilet stop for a piss before I went to the bus stop and waited 10 minutes for a bus to take me eight miles for an on-site meeting. That meeting was successful, but I remain shy even in my late 20s about asking an executive for directions to the nearest bathroom.
I walked two blocks to the bus stop, purchased two transfers, and luckily didn't have to wait long for my first bus. It might have been my awkward boarding to the bus where I stumbled up the steps and almost fell against the driver. At my first transfer stop I could feel my need to crap. I got off, quickly looked around the neighborhood and couldn't find a business open. I started to panic and saw a faded sign showing there was a park just three blocks north. I moved as fast as my heels would move me in getting over there. Finally I reached what looked like a bathroom building. No one outside it. No parked cars. I just prayed the door wasn't locked.
My transfer bus was due in 10 minutes and I didn't dare miss it. I had to go up one step and then I turned to a surprise. An older lady was sitting right out in the open on the only toilet. I surprised her. I apologized. She said that wasn't necessary. She said she had been sitting with her sweats and underwear on the floor for 20 minutes and I told her my anus was about the burst. She said I was lucky because that would be a miracle for her. She insisted on getting up and turning the toilet over to me. The seat was warm for me and I emptied my anus in 30 seconds, stood and wiped, thanked her profusely and made my run back to the bus. She laughed, flushed and then retook her seat.
I got to my afternoon meeting with no time to spare. That went fine, but I had to hurry the last part because I my bladder was about to burst. I left the building, ran across the street to a McDonald's. I was third in line for the toilet. I did a little nervous dancing. Finally a little girl came out and brushed by me. I immediately went in closed the door, took the warm seat and my sit went for about 1 1/2 minutes. All the time I was pissing I was watching the hot water faucet that was running full blast. Finally, I got up and tried to turn it off. It was stripped. I flushed, went out and got a sandwich, and ate it on the run back to the bus stop.
When I got back to our apartment Cody was finishing a beer, told me it was the last one, and as I walked to our bedroom for a nap I threw out a couple of insults. I felt better after my two hour nap, and even better when I needed to use our toilet for another piss. Then I learned he was getting his car back in two days. Even the usual sharing situation seems great to me now.
Annie
Runny poop a while after dinner
Hi all. I finished dinner a while ago. Chicken leg, red pepper, chili peppers among other things on top of brown rice. Got the urge to poop a few minutes ago so went to the WC, closed the door, pulled down my pants and underwear and sat. Relaxed and everything rushed from my bowels into the toilet pretty quickly. Was done within about 10-20 seconds. And boy did it stink. I peeked into the toilet below me and the water was purely brown. Flushed first then got to work wiping to avoid skidmarks/stains 8n my light coloured underwear. When I was sure I was clean enough I tossed the paper in, flushed, pulled up my pants and underwear and washed my hands. Whew! Wasn't everything but I feel better.
Happy pooping!
Annie
Annie
Just took quite a dump
Hi everyone. I got up at about 8:15 AM, went to the washroom (pee) and went upstairs to eat breakfast (either beef or lamb with a green leafy vegetable on brown rice and a jar of warm water). After breakfast I got a cup of black coffee in my travel mug that I sipped very slowly along with another jar of water. Soon I got the urge to poop so I went to the washroom. Closed the door, walked over to the toilet, pulled down my dark blue sweat pants (PJs) and high cut beige underwear and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and gave a gentle push and a soft big log came out pretty quickly and landed in the toilet bowl. Finished off with a short pee.
Took some TP (not too much) and wiped well especially because of my light coloured underwear, stood up and looked. There was a fairly big log that filled quite a bit of the toilet. I think all the water drinking, plenty of ???? etc and the switch over to brown rice has been helping my bowels. Flushed the toilet, pulled up my pants and underwear and washed my hands.
And now here I am about 45 minutes later. Maybe I can do another big one after lunch. We'll see.
Happy pooping!
Annie
Mina Kazumi Hisae Maho
Dear Rose
Welcome to this site! There are people who are LGBTQ+ on this site and they are nice people all. This site is a very warm site, everybody love everybody.
We four are not L, but our life style is similar with L, only we never touch yoni of crush. (On this site Mina never write "partner", she write "crush", but it is same.)
But we often walk in on partner when she pooping. She always leave door open. Reaction? Always happy smile and warm eyes. Eyes say "please stay with me." So we stay, and hug and kiss, and after she washed her bottom, we dry for her.
By the way, we are four women, two Japanese and two Korean, so one of us has three partners/crushes. We live together. We all four spend much time on loo for motion. Ten minutes one visit is minimum. Hisae is sometimes only 7 or 8 minutes.
We hope, and everyone in this site hope, we will read more your posts.
Maho, Hisae, Kazumi, Mina (typist is Mina)
Friday, December 16, 2022
ECG
Very Satisfying Toilet Trip
It was quiet at work today and everyone else had gone home early, so shortly after I decided to do the same. I had been feeling a pressing need for the toilet from both ends, so I went to do that first.
When I got to the toilet, I raised the seat to pee first. Raising the seat was a good move, as the stream was pretty spread out and lasted longer than I was expecting. I did get it all in the toilet, but I did have to concentrate on it.
Once I had finished peeing, I cleaned myself, then lowered the seat, along with my trousers and underwear and sat ready for a poo. Shortly after sitting, my poo began to come out with no pushing required. It was coming out fast, and I could feel it was warmer than usual, though not painfully so. It also felt very long, which didn't surprise me as I haven't had a poo in days prior to this. I simply haven't felt the urge to go, possibly due to the cold weather.
There was no noise as I finished my poo, and I felt empty, so I got up from the toilet and turned around to take a look. It was obvious that I haven't gone in days, because this was an enormous poo! It was a single long and solid log, that covered the length of the toilet bottom and stuck up a fair bit out of the water at the front end, which explained why there was no noise. Meanwhile, the back end went all the way into the pipes, and there was no sign of it tapering off, so who knows how much more there was that I couldn't see? It was a decently thick log too, a little more than the width of two of my fingers.
I sat down again to wipe and was pleasantly surprised to find that I came back clean on the third wipe. I flushed and everything went down, leaving the toilet spotless as if I hadn't just used it. I washed my hands and then locked up the office and headed for home. Honestly, this was the best bathroom experience I've had in a very long time! I had basically the perfect poo - pressing without being urgent or desperate, huge and fast without being messy, painful or constipated. I was done in about two or three minutes, and that's with time spent sitting a little longer to make sure there wasn't any more. I was actually quite proud of it, and a little disappointed that I hadn't taken my phone to the bathroom with me, so I couldn't snap a photo for posterity. Then again, I wouldn't want to risk grossing out any of my friends if I did show it to them. What is the most satisfying visit to the bathroom other users here have had?