Larry
Dad's Explosive Evening
Long time reader, first time poster here. As far back as I can remember, I've always had a fascination with people, especially older men, doing their business. When I was younger I would always enjoy overhearing my old man dropping a load, especially a loose one like I'm about to describe here. This took place when I was in my early teens (32 now)
As we were driving home from the Mexican restaurant, I heard Dad's stomach let out a lurching rumble. A sudden tenseness overtook him and his foot pressed slightly harder against the gas pedal. "uh oh. I'm going to need to use the bathroom when we get home, I've got a bit of an upset stomach. That fried ice cream didn't sit well with those enchiladas." We pulled in to the driveway, and Dad jerked the car into park and trotted towards the garage door. He fumbled with his keys in one hand while the other clutched the seat of his pants. When the door finally opened he made a quick left turn towards the downstairs bathroom and shut the door. I heard a series of clinks and hurried breaths as he undid his belt buckle so he could rip down his jeans and underwear, and as soon as his clenched bottom touched the seat it exploded with a reverberatng rapid-fire gas sputter that gave way to a cascading torrent of semi-solid poop. Dad issued a sigh, which quickly became a moan as more diarrhea jetted out of him in a series of rapid arrhythmic plops and slaps against the water. I thought the worst was over when Dad's butt sputters continued for three minutes with no plops, but soon enough Dad continued loading the bowl as wave afer wave of diarrhea expelled from his rear end. Finally, after the gassy expulsions began to subside, dad reached for the toilet paper and began to wipe his sore, burning hole. I could hear him audibly wincing as he dragged the two-ply across his poor hole. A few minutes later the door opened, and the raunchy stench of his troubled bowels wafted out. "Yeesh, well after that, I could use a walk. We might as well get outside while these fumes are clearing out.""are you sure Dad? What if you need the toilet again?""we'll only be out for a little while, I'm sure I'll manage. Besides, I don't think there's any way there's anything left in me." As we were out on our walk, Dad kept letting out farts and tensing up in pain. "Shit, even the gas is burning my rear end up" We kept walking, talking about how we were going to think twice before going to that Mexican place again, when suddenly dad stopped and suddenly grabbed the seat of his pants."Ah man…. I need to go again. Here, follow me into these trees over here so you can look out for people while I take a dump." I watched dad carefully slide down his corduroy pants, before reaching for his jockey shorts. I noticed a brown spot on the bottom, and realized he must have tried to fart and had a little bit of poop come out. He eased those down as well, careful to not to get any of it on his legs or pants. As he took a crouching stance, I saw his cheeks begin to spread, still stained from his small accident a few minutes ago. I could tell he was nervous about shitting in public, but urgency took priority and Dad let out a sigh of relief and slight pain as a stream of chunky diarrhea poured out of his trembling bottom. Once he was done he got himself cleaned up as best he could, and we made our way back to the house. Needless to say, Dad spent the rest of that night inside, having learned his lesson about going too far away from a toilet when his insides were acting up.
Proofreading on the pot
I'm in my final semester of middle school. I can't wait to get to high school where we will be treated as more mature people. For those of us who work hard and are not creating problems, we're being punished because what some of the immature do. I don't think that is fair.
Yesterday I had my second Saturday school of the year. OK I understand that there is vaping and other unprintable things going on in the bathrooms. But sitting in a study hall for four hours sucks. See there are 6 large bathrooms for each gender in my school. There are 2 at opposite ends of each floor, but one of each of them is often locked for an entire day. In addition, after the final dismissal bell goes off, custodians lock even more of the bathrooms to prevent vandalism, and stuff like that.
For most of the time I've accepted that privacy doors have been taken off most of the toilets. Mom has been great with getting me several loose-fitting dresses that provide me more privacy as I sit. But there always is something that causes me trouble. One day last week my friend Shannon stopped by while I was on the toilet, handed me her iPad, and asked me to check her science worksheet. While I did that, Shannon walked farther into the bathroom and took a toilet for her daily crap. We know each other's routine pretty well.
I'm reading the two pages over on my lap and I look up and a VP is staring down at me. I gave her my ID card like she asked and I met with her assistant with almost no time to get to my first class. I didn't want to explain the situation and get Shannon in any more trouble because she was suspended-out earlier in the year. Yes, there's a no-electronics and technology sign painted at each bathroom entrance. I just forgot and thought I would get off with a warning. Wrong.
So I made my mile long walk to school Saturday morning. My friend Josh made it with me. He had another set of tardys because he oversleeps and there is no one to wake him up. He also has kind of a bad attitude. He needed to crap at noon, but all the bathrooms had been locked. He talked about squat crapping an various places in the hallway and on one of the benches. I reminded him about all the security cameras and he talked about doing it directly under one.
That would have been funny but I talked him out of it, for now at least.
Haley
Please help me i am poop shy
Hi I am 14 year old girl I am currently in middle school and start high school next year and stumbled across this site looking for advice on how to get over my poop shyness .
I could be using a public bathroom and I will just have a hard time relaxing. Anybody got some advice pleaseSTEPHEN>P
I stopped at a layby yesterday while driving home ,pulled pottie from campervan locker lowered my jogging bottoms and pants ,sat down a short wee ,then pooped , wiped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL then wiped my hands with wet wipes drank flask of coffee eat a sandwich returned to pottie had a wee ,put pottie bank in locker , drove off when I arrived home used the pottie for a wee.
This morning after breakfast , went to campervan and used pottie for todays NUMBER TOO , have just emptied into outside drain and filled lower tank with one litre of soapy water ready for tomorrow !!
I will now bring the pottie from the bedroom and empty into ouside drain the rest of the day I will use the THETFORD 33 in shed for a wee
Monday, February 06, 2023
STEPHEN.P)
Yesterday woke up ,had a wee in ELEGANCE pottie in bedroom I felt BM
so sat for a few minutes but could not poop, went downstairs and made tea,brushed my teeth then dressed . I needed a wee so went back to pottie in bedroom I still needed a BM ,could not poop.
I was now uncomfortable so went downstairs went into garden at on point I felt I WOULD GO IN MY PANTS !! so pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants and squatted I could not poop.The urge was less so went in house
made and drank more tea ,went to campervan and sat on pottie all I could manage was a wee .
I went back into house and expected to shit myself as I washed the crockery and cutlery. I continued to wash some clothes , then took vegetable peelings to compost bin I tipped the peelings then felt I WAS GOING TO POOP !! I sat on the THETFORD 33 pottie for twenty minutes nothing happened except the urge disappeared so pulled up my jogging bottoms and pants . One hour later I had the urge for a BM so went to pottie in van pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants and as I sat down my bowels opened uncontrollably I just shit and shit and shit
I pulled the slide as the pottie bowl is two point five litre .When I
wiped with ELSAN BLUE ROLL it took a lot more paper , pulled up my pants and jogging bottoms the stood .The bowl was covered in poop I put down the cover and left slide open then went back to house .
The washing I hung on the line ,then filled a watering can , carried it to the outside drain , carried pottie over .as I emptied the pottie
I noticed it had an awful lot of poop for just one use and it was a lot heavier the cap on back I left off while I poured the watering can full into bowl to clean it I refilled the can another two times as I needed to clear a lot of poop from the holding tank !!
The pottie I put in van one hour later after I had put my gym clothes in the car . Before I left for the G Y M ,I went back to the shed and sat on the THETFORD 33 again for ten minutes , as nothing happened ,then shut the door .
This morning woke up sat on pottie in bedroom had a wee ,went downstairs put tea bags into mugs boiled kettle when tea was brewed went to van climbed in and sat on ADVENTURIDGE pottie and drank tea , as I was drinking second mug I needed to poop so put mug on floor and had a very enjoyable NUMBER TOO .Jenny
@ Danny -your bathroom story from my high school from high school was the "male" version my nightmare since elementary school, from the white hanes underwear around the ankles to being caught by someone attractive of the other gender ( though honestly any gender catching me with my panties around my ankles and a turd hanging of drooping from my rear made me scared to poop at school) However, we never had a restroom stall without doors at my school. If I am in a single toilet restroom, will often pull my underwear down to my ankles (short of touching the floor) . It's just the most comfortable and therefore relaxing way to wipe. Even as an adult who no longer gets anxious pooping in public ( or just controls my anxiety better), I will pull my panties down to my ankles also in a restroom stall if I am the only one in the restroom, but I will quickly pull up my underwear or underwear and pants if someone else comes in. There have been times where I have had a pair of cute thongs down to my shoes, but then someone comes in and I will pull them up and blush even though no one can see me ( want if they recognize my shoes?) . Also when I finally got the courage to poop at school ( or got sick of holding in all these farts and "cropdusting" when I was alone).I begged my mom in high school to buy colored single "grown up " panties from the mall not because I wanted to look good for a boy in my underwear, but because I didn't want other girls to see skid marks in my "6 pack of hanes for girls" in the locker room changing or if I we ever been caught with my panties around my ankles. I hope you didn't have those " single square "toilet paper Vincene was talking about. But remember, surely Miss Miller had to poop at the school at some point too. We are all human...
@Anthony T- answering your questions based on my recent pants pooping ,when I pooped my self while I was asleep, which I felt was pretty benign.
"1. Why is it such a huge deal to poop in your pants? It seems like people often treat it as the absolute end of the world if you have a poop accident as an adult, particularly if it's a solid accident where you're not sick or anything but just can't hold it. Wetting your pants isn't good, but a poop accident is often described as the single most humiliating thing that can happen to an adult. People describe being "devastated" or even traumatized when it happens."-
To me it was more annoying than a big deal. My husband actually found it funny and amusing that this beautiful, educated. professional, sometimes bossy(all his description, not mine) wife pooped herself unknowingly. After collecting my self with a minute or two of a blushed face, it was funny to me too. But what made it not a big deal is that no body besides my husband, dog and you guys know. If I had done this in pubic, it would be humiliating, no matter how sensitive people would be. With perspective , my usually skidmarked boyshorts was also not a big deal
I am also grateful this doesn't happen too often for me.
"2. What does it exactly feel like to have an accident? If I were to try it at home out of sheer curiosity, what would I be in for? And how bad would the mess be?:
What also helped me was I do not remember the feeling of my pooping my pants. Given I was a little groggy when it happened. Also it helped that I was not feeling sick. I have pooped myself when I was sick in nursing school I was nauseated and my stomach hurt. I was alone so not only did I not care about being embarrassed , I just felt miserable and wanted to feel better maybe even worried that I would have to go to an emergency room.
As for the mess , recently I just cleaned my panties in the sink and sprayed a lot of stain remover ( more than average). In school, I pooped in some old panties so I threw them away ( maybe the last of my target 6 panties pack?) . In short my recent pants pooping was far cram traumatizing , it was only my single experience .
@Vincene- Oh yes. I forgot about the BIG problem of the single square toilet paper dispenser. Since most of my memories and posts involve skidmarks, I forgot about the poop on the hand problem with the toilet paper squares in high school was the worst problem . I guess with skidmarks, 99.9% of people will never know how clean your underwear at the moment in time when you interact. But when you have fecal matter on your hands...that smell is hard to get off. I am remembering that well. I think that is when I started using hand sanitizer at school. I also remember we had those sinks where you had to press down a button with one hand to activate the faucet. If you let go of the button, the water would stop flowing. So as a nurse, basically you cannot rub your hands together to wash your hands with soap and one hand will always be "contaminated" because it is holding down the button. Unless you are doing a medical procedure or putting in contact lenses, your hands do not need to be sterile...but it is gross. Funny to think all types of people in high school...the beautiful, the popular , the brilliant, the trouble makers, the jocks, the cheerleaders and even the teachers teacher, are walking out out the bathrooms with a dirty butt and dirty hands after a poop.
Anyone else annoyed with the push bottom facet? With or without the toilet paper squares.
It seems like in my conversations in real life and on this forum, the square toilet paper seems to show up only in high school. Perhaps there is an adolescent tendency to pull off a punch of toiler paper and litter everywhere? As anyone seen this toilet paper at an elementary school , junior high, or even college?
Wow this memory makes me appreciate "regular "the one ply toilet paper at my gym and hospital. The first time I saw another girl's skidmarked underwear was in college on the floor, and it was picked up pretty quickly. we must of have been hiding our dirty underwear because of that toilet paper. And a lot of girls were putting on on lots of scented lotion when I was in school, probably to cover up the scent of their hands!
Thank you for reading ,
Skidmarkes in SeattleThunder
Danny & Kermit
Danny, I loved your story. I would not be embarrassed! As far as Miss Millar is concerned she entered the male toilets and that is what you must expect. Now I do accept that given the circumstances etc Your response with a booming fart was a great one. I have used the toilets when a female cleaner has been in attendance and I just go about business and move my bowels. About a year ago , I posted it then, I went into a toilet and was followed immediately after by a female worker , who apologised and started to clean the toilets so I just continued on and dropped a load as if nobody was there. I wiped and flushed and she was still there when I left the cubicle. Now on the subject of the post from Kermit I much prefer to have someone with me when on the toilet but that hardly ever happens. I have posted before on this topic but in brief it really helps if I have big , hard stubborn turds. Some rectal stimulation and encouragement helps. Also I have difficulty wiping my bottom so assistance is appreciated. Thunder
Brandon
survey Kristy
This is a different kind of survey, good questions!
1. Your age/gender.
- 40 male
2. Scenario: You're in a one-person bathroom, pooping. You've just sat down and haven't started going yet. There's a knock on the door and someone asks "Are you almost done?" What do you do? Do you answer the person? Do you hurry up and push your poop out as fast as possible? Or do you take your time?
- I would probably make an awkward cough or clearing throat noise.
I would stop pooping if the person keeps waiting at the door, an audience is terrifying for me. I have experienced this a couple of times in a single stall, I can hear people enter the restroom but they immediately leave again when they see the only available toilet is occupied. In such cases I just continue doing what I'm doing.
3. You're camping. And you've gotta take a dump. You have two options: One is to use a bathroom that is absolutely filthy. We're talking smelly, messy, filthy seat, filthy everything. Three other option is to walk a short distance and poop outside. You will have complete privacy, and you have toilet paper with you.
- I'd go outside probably
4. You're in a new relationship with a guy/girl who you really like. You're at that person's house for the very first time. And that dinner has moved its way through you. Do you (a) hold it until you leave, (b) go poop, but be very discreet and try to hurry, or (c) tell the person exactly what you need to do and go do it?
- I would hold it. In any case I would never tell what I need to do. I have been in hundreds of situations socially where I just hold it, even in busy bars or clubs.
5. When you're taking a crap, do you try to get your business done as quickly as possible, or do you like to take some time? Or does it vary?
- At home it takes me anything between 5 to 10 minutes. In public i'd try to rush it though in college after a while I got used to it and I would take my regular time out. I just made sure my poop was in between visits of other people.
6. You just went poop in a public restroom. You wipe and go to flush... and the toilet doesn't flush. Your load is sitting there for all to see, and there is someone waiting for the stall. Do you tell them the flusher doesn't work, or do you just leave? (This happened to me recently except that I was the one waiting for the stall!)
- I'd be mortified and I would try to wait it out till the person goes to another stall, if that is not possible then I would rush out, head in the ground.Lauren
To Avery
Hey Avery! Thank you so much for your tips, I found them to be really helpful! And the walkthrough you gave me was so good, thank you for being so detailed and comforting on it!
And for most of my classmates who asked to go to the bathroom, I kind of do think they all only needed a pee because they all returned too quickly to take a poop. Also during breaks and lunch time, while I was in the bathroom, I have not seen a single person using the bathroom to poop. Everyone just went in for a quick pee and then they were out. Deep down inside, I know they must poop, but I am so convinced that they don't at school.
Also do you pull down your pants and panties down to your ankles or only to your thighs in the school bathroom? I don't like it when someone sees my panties so I don't put it very low, but which do you prefer?
I always go to my favorite bathroom, not necessarily the closest one even if it's far away. Do you always go to the closest one or your favorite one?
Finally, I find it very annoying when you poop at school and the toilet water splashes up your butt. That's so gross! Has that happen to you and what do you do about that?
Thank you!
Lauren
Tlana
Rigid toilet rules
On this discussion board for probably 10 years I've told about successes and failures in going to the bathroom when I'm away from home. I'm in my 20s now and I've grown a few inches but I'm still shorter than most of the students I teach and the faculty I teach with. At 3'5" tall, getting up onto a school toilet wasn't easy in secondary school. Having my feet well above the floor caused me to be more nervous than others, and the lack of privacy doors didn't help. OK, it kept some others from smoking or vaping, but what about me? At 11 or 12 I saw the toilet ordeal as punishment of sorts. My grandma, in her 70s at the time, was raised very strictly and she applied discipline to herself. That meant get up at least two hours early, poo and pee at home, and then hold any additional bathroom needs until school was dismissed and you got home.
It was interesting during the summer when me and Mia (my best friend) wanted to do things together, but needed to go the grams for permission and money. Before getting into the car she would ask us when was the last time we had gone to the bathroom ("Just now" was the acceptable answer!) and then there was a scary description of how public bathrooms at places like the zoo, ball park or state fair were awful dirty and how normal people (I made the mistake of asking her what that meant once and all she gave me was a cold, icy stare). Later when we were at a fair and enjoying the rides, I needed to pee (and Mia couldn't believe this) grams went to the ticket gate, got our hands stamped, and drove back to our house so I could pee. It was a miracle I had held it, especially with the excitement of the rides. Grams gave me the key to the house and urged Mia to come in with me. Mia wanted to avoid the argument, too. Then we went back to the rides for another hour or so.
Angie, a high school student who was the first babysitter I remember, I think I was about 6 or 7. She was so casual about using the bathroom. At the park while we were using the play equipment, she would take us in for a bathroom break. There were no stalls, just toilets attached to the wall. She took the middle toilet, dropped her shorts and panties, took her seat and warned us there were "bombs" coming (something her brother said) and we thought the splashes and her moaned pushes were entertaining. Mia got up on the toilet with no problem, but with my small size I knew it was going to be an ordeal. From her seat, Angie showed me how to boost my hands up on the toilet to get on it. It was actually fun, compared to the procedures that grams would have demanded.
Like Mia, I too peed easily. The three of us were joking around as we sat. Then Angie asked for a few seconds of quiet. She put her hand in the air, asked us to do the same, and she did a "toot-toot" gesture and sound. Then she explained the auto-flush and how we should get off the toilet as fast a possible, wipe standing in front of it, and then go the sinks. She had the most of the wiping to do, but as she did it, she was encouraging me to slide of the seat. I was scared because I didn't want to get splashed. Then I threw myself forward, but didn't fall as I feared.
For Richard--
Thank you for your comments on my experiences. Grams is still in my life and when I'm out with her, perhaps only once or twice a year, I try and keep things toned down, by putting toilet paper on both sides of the seat before I sit, and thoroughly washing my hands in front of her. If I remember, I also exit the bathroom with a paper towel in my right hand for the door. At my school, I'm liberal with my students in letting them use the bathroom when they need to, although our school has a requirement that they sign out and sign back in with me. I thought that would keep the administration happy. But with my last administrative walk-through (unannounced during a class in session) my evaluator noted that I had high numbers on my yellow log. I'm still probationary so I didn't argue. Somehow, though, I feel good about that!
Saturday, February 04, 2023
Mina Kazumi Maho Hisae
Angela's survey
Hi. everyone. We saw question about toilet lid and flush, so we answer. Right now we think we are only toiletstool site members from Japan. So we sometimes have information which we don't find other country...perhaps.
In Japan in public loo, often we find notice which say, before you flush, put down toilet lid. They say it is to prevent a spread of microbe. Hisae is very sensitive clean and dirty. So we decide, we always put down lid.
So we give example, Mina is on loo for motions and Maho is next her. Mina sits down and opens her bottom and drops her many turds. When loo is full, she stands up, 3 crushes admire produce, then Maho closes toilet lid and flushes, then opens again so Mina can sit down again and finish her motion, many more turds of course. Then she washes her bottom with washlet (it is same with bidet), and Maho dries Mina's bottom, then Maho closes lid and flushes again.
We love washlet/bidet! when we are motions, we always use!! We don't need toilet paper so much.
Ms Caucasian Girl, we are very happy that your Korean roommate Kelly can do huge motion while you do makeup. We understand very well why you are more closer than before. If she does huge motion even she is petite girl, you can tell her you also do huge motion, then she feel more comfortable maybe.
By the way Mina and Maho are also Korean, we live Japan but our ancestor are Korean. And our motions are very huge always. We think it is Asian diet, many vegetable since we are little girl. So perhaps Kelly is same, many vegetable so long intestine so many many turds. We hope you and Kelly can relax to do many many turds take long time with good feeling. And look each other with warm kind eyes always.
Kristi, when you are on loo you are really relax! We are happy that you enjoy so much to sit there and produce huge turds. Your toilet loves you, we think. When you show your beautiful bottom to her (your toilet) before you sit on her, she give huge smile, we are sure. It is pity, that human being can't see toilet's smile.
Avery... when Hisae was your age, she did motions at school most of days! Like you, she just went in and did. It was no problem for her. Kazumi also did anywhere she like (in loo of course!) but she stayed longer time, so it was less easy than Hisae's case. Kazu did motions at school perhaps about once in a week.
We don't mind to be friends anonymous online, but we are sure anonymous is best. So we don't tell you which city we live and we don't tell surname.
Love to everyone.
Hisae Maho Kazumi Mina
Long morning pee
My GF and I were staying in a small motel. The toilet was right next to the bathroom door so everything could be heard. She got up to pee the first morning, I was already awake. She sat down to pee. It started with a light tinkle for 5 seconds then stopped. About 10 seconds later it started back up with a psshh for several seconds then slowing down to a tinkle, like she was pushing the stream to come out faster but losing strength. This pattern continued for well over a minute.Anthony T
What It's Like to Poop Your Pants
I have a few questions from reading everyone's posts here, and also from a bathroom accident I myself witnessed during a plane flight, which you can find back on 2934.
1. Why is it such a huge deal to poop in your pants? It seems like people often treat it as the absolute end of the world if you have a poop accident as an adult, particularly if it's a solid accident where you're not sick or anything but just can't hold it. Wetting your pants isn't good, but a poop accident is often described as the single most humiliating thing that can happen to an adult. People describe being "devastated" or even traumatized when it happens.
The stories of specific incidents here bear that out. At the actual moment when they lose control, it seems to become a "full body experience." People tremble uncontrollably, their body tingles, their heart pounds and ears ring, and usually they cry. This was certainly the case with the poor woman who had a terrible accident on a flight I took several years ago. There was a significant tarmac delay followed by turbulence, and she made repeated increasingly urgent pleas to use the toilet. When she was finally allowed up, she couldn't make it through the line and took an absolutely massive dump in her pants and all over herself, as well as on the floor. It was a huge deal, and she was just beside herself with embarrassment and pretty much sobbing unconcontrollably.
What is it about the experience that produces such a strong psychological effect, well beyond the mess itself, as well as the odd physiological response at the moment of the accident?
2. What does it exactly feel like to have an accident? If I were to try it at home out of sheer curiosity, what would I be in for? And how bad would the mess be?
Thunder
Koran Girl
A good read . A victory for common sense. Most of us are too hung up about our bodily functions.Danny
Walked in on by Female Teacher
I've noticed a lot of posts about using the bathroom in school and I figured I'd share an embarrassing story from when I was in high school.
My high school was really big and had a lot of teachers but most of them were female. Smoking in the bathrooms was becoming a big problem so they took the stall doors off in all the bathrooms. This was quite a bit before vaping. The smoke would regularly make the fire alarm go off which was the big problem.
I never smoked or anything but I have IBS(which I didn't know at the time) so I did have to take a lot of dumps in high school. One day as a sophomore I really needed to take a big dump before my first class but only had maybe 5 to 10 minutes so it was going to be close.
I went into the boys bathroom which was empty and had three stalls with no doors. I sat on the toilet in a doorless stall closest to the far wall. I pulled my jeans and my Hanes white briefs down to my ankles which I usually wouldn't do but I was the only one in there so I figured I'd be fine and I wanted to spread my legs out anyway for what I knew would be a huge gassy dump. When I sat down I exploded into the toilet with a ton of big booming farts. Most people just fart at the beginning of their poops but with my ibs even to this day I usually fart really big throughout the whole process.
After a few minutes I got worried because the tardy bell rang and I wasn't near done. All of a sudden I heard a female teacher call into the bathroom and yell "Tardy bells rung! Coming in!" Since there were so many female teachers than male I guess they had to regularly help check the boys bathroom to make sure no one was smoking.
She walked in and walked in front of my stall and was surprised to see me. It was Miss Miller who was a very attractive young blonde teacher. She was maybe 25 years old. When I saw her I immediately pulled my white underwear briefs up to cover my privates. She stood in front of my stall for a second and asked me what I was doing, the tardy bell has rung. Right after she said that I accidentally let out a really loud 5 second booming fart which echoed into the toilet and caused me to turn beet red in embarrassment.
Miss Miller all of a sudden looked embarrassed and said, "Oh" while covering her nose to block the smell because now it really stunk. She just looked at me and said "Well hurry up and finish and get to class." She walked quickly out of the bathroom while I'm sure she heard me explode more booming farts into the toilet.
This was easily one of the most embarrassing pooping experiences I have had. Everytime I saw Miss Miller after that I would usually turn red from embarrassment.
Annie
Had a somewhat good poop
Had 2 small cups of coffee and about 1 1/2 jars of warm water and felt the urge for a poop. Went to the washroom, closed the door, pulled down my pants and underwear and sat. Relaxed and gave a push and a good sized poop came out. Was done within about 20 seconds. Reached for some toilet paper and wiped well then tossed it into the toilet. Stood up, pulled up my pants and underwear and looked in the toilet. A medium sized poop, pretty dark was in the toilet. Flushed, washed my hands and that was that. Made and just finished drinking another jar of water. I hope later I can poop the rest out. I don't like being constipated.
Happy pooping (hopefully)
Annie
Rose
I'm Back!
Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in so long, first of all. I kinda got writer's block when it came to posting here, so to speak...but I'm back and I got a very recent story to tell you. Today () I'm trying to spend as much time as possible with this plush I got on a shopping trip with one of my best friends. It's based on a moth, except it's all white with golden lines designating the wings and little black spots at the end of the wings. So, seeing as I'm dedicating my whole day to this little guy, I took him with me to the potty! (LOL) I sat down and peed (and sharted) and then washed my hands. It got me thinking about how maybe when you were a little kid you would take your plushes or dolls with you to the bathroom. So, I would like to hear some stories about just that if you've got any!
Now, for some replies:
Rose Y: I think your idea for a museum exhibit is great! Hopefully the pooping would be private though, lol.
Avery: Your stories are great! Keep going, girl; I enjoy hearing from you!
Okay, that's all for now. Until next time!
Annie
Had a very constipated poop
I got up this morning at about 8:30 and went upstairs for breakfast. Microwaved a jar of water to make it warm and drank it while eating a bowl of congee. Afterwards had 2 small cups of coffee and made another jar of warm water which I barely touched. Had an urge to go a few minutes ago so I decided to try. Pulled down my pants and underwear and pooped out a few small to medium hard pieces. Flushed, pulled up my pants and underwear and washed my hands then made another jar of warm water and drank it. Will continue to drink plenty of water and hopefully I can do a good poop later.
Happy pooping (hopefully)
Annie
Vincene
My bad day
A few times a year my morning routine gets thrown away. The other morning I overslept, barely got my car started in the frigid temps, and I set out on the radial highway to get into the city where I work as a financial literacy educator for a large company. I now had about half hour to make an hour-long drive to the high school I was making presentations at.
The gas station/c-store I usually stop at for a large coffee and pastry and to make my first bathroom sit of the day was closed off for some sort of an emergency. My crap was knocking and ready to breakout, if you know what I mean. I occasionally changed lanes to make up time. My fuel light came on. I grew more frustrated. Somehow I made it to the high school, wheeled into the faculty lot and couldn't wait to get into the girls room and onto a toilet. Especially when using a laxative, my craps will take about 15 to 20 seconds of seat time.
The closest restroom I walked into I almost let out a loud F-bomb. NO way I would get near a toilet. Girls were jammed in tight all the way us to the door. I hurried farther down the hall toward the auditorium where I was going to be presenting. This time I used a moderate voice for my F-bomb because I pulled on the bathroom door and it was locked. So I turned around and walked to the main office which was perhaps a block or two away. I identified myself, showed my card and told the lady my problem. She pointed out the faculty bathroom just down the hall. I couldn't believe what I saw: two female teachers waiting outside what was probably a single toilet. A couple of doors from there I found the door to the mens room was wide open. I hurried down there, slammed the door shut and was on the seat in probably 5 seconds. It seemed like there was some kind of moisture under my thighs, and I saw a moment of humor in at least one male faculty member not remember lifting the seat. At home that night, I told Diver about my day. He said more public bathrooms are being locked. He uses his swipe card to get into the toilets at work.
As for me, I had a second crap that I worked in between my presentations. There was this really sensitive girl who I think thought I was a teacher who let me go in front of her. This time I had to work on even minimally cleaning myself. This school, like so many others, had the square cuts of wiping paper. It took me an extra flush and probably half the papers left to clean myself. I put my knuckles on my face and guess what I smelled.
Reply to Jenny:
My hatred toward the cut toilet paper squares goes back about 15 years ago. My parents moved across the country and it took me awhile at my new high school to make the adjustment to them. I don't think it will ever be accomplished. Wiping takes more time and too often I get some soft crap on the fingers of my wiping hand. I was 16 at the time and I have developed a bad attitude toward the squares.
Reply to Ellie m:
Did you poo at school? What do you feel causes your phobia?
Thursday, February 02, 2023
Maria
Post Title (optional)flu bug
I woke around 5 am with with stomach pains in which I tried to ignore. With the pain geting worse I got up and made it to the bathroom. After seated on the toilet, started havin diarreha.Siting there with cramps, I let out more diarrhea into th toilet. Feeling somewhat better, went back to bed. After about an hour the stomach pain returned, again back to the toilet with more diarrhea. I thought it must have been something I ate. I decided to take a shower. After showering, I became nauseous and clammy, dry heaved several times. My husband came in asking if I was ok. I told him that I would be ok. He had to leave for work shortly. I dressed for work myself, still not feeling well, made one more trip to the bathroom with diarreha. I kept thinking this will pass, however there has been stomach flu going around. During the drive to work my stomach continued to churn. I wondered if I made the right decision. At work I was at my computer when I felt a diarrhea attack coming on. Quickly made it to the restroom, removing my thong just in time when a gush of diarreha shot out of me. It was total liquid.For the rest of the day, feeling terrible some how I made through. When I returned home, my husband asked how I was feeling. I told him I had been sick all day with diarrhea and still felt as though I could throw up. I went to bed, getting up several times with diarrhea. No vomiting though. This morning I feel better, little week, but good.
Maria
Sam
Sarah B: That is a testament to how likely people are to do something if they're told they're allowed to. Did the dressing rooms start to smell? Also, pee farts are great. If I fart when I pee it means I am fully relaxed.
STEPHEN.P
Yesterday afternoon I went to the gym .returning in the evening went
straight to bed . When I woke this morning I needed the toilet so sat on
bedpan, immediately had a wee lasting forty seconds then I pooped had another wee, sat for ten minutes until it was time to wipe .
I carried the pan downstairs went to the bonfire and emptied , washed it under water butt , returned to the kitchen . I boiled the kettle , made tea washed and brushed my teeth . I dressed drank tea and sat by computer
all e mails answered and tea consumed I needed another NUMBER TOO moved
bed pan to corner of sink unit , tore off four sheets of kitchen towel
put one in base of pan and sat down as I weeing again I started pooping
the pan was rapidly filling .
Ten minutes later I raised to wipe , the poop was much higher than usual and poop had found its way between my bum and seat !!.I used seven sheets to wipe . I can only assume the exercise yesterday and
the vitamin tablets had affected my bowels and the large amount of wee was due to not waking for a wee during the night
The pan I emptied in the bonfire I had a wee one hour ago which is six hours without having a wee . I hope tomorrow I will poop on pottie in campervan
Korean Roommate's Habits
I'm a 21 years old Caucasian girl. I just started college and I was assigned a roommate called Kelly. Kelly is 20 years old, 5'1 tall and she's Korean. We get along well now but she's quite introverted. For the first few weeks, she would wake up before me and hog our bathroom (we share an en-suite) for a while! From my bed, I could hear that she would actually be using the toilet to shit! But this would take her forever, like 20 minutes or so. Not only would I be desperate for my morning pee by the time she was done, but also I would have no time left to do my makeup! This made me late for class more than once. I find it quite interesting that we have so little privacy. I can hear and smell everything. I even know that her BMs must be quite loose! They're also smelly btw. Maybe that's because she eats boiled eggs regularly?
So after a few weeks of that I decided that I had enough of that. I set up my alarm clock earlier than hers. I went to our bathroom and had my pee and then take care of my hair and makeup. Kelly would then wake up and wait nervously for me to leave the bathroom. But I think that she was not able to take her daily morning BM because she hasn't enough time.
So typically, if I was back to our room from my classes before her, I could notice that she would rush back after her classes and immediately explode over the toilet! After emptying her bowels, she would sit for a while before wiping. Maybe because she's on her phone!
Because the situation seemed to cause her discomfort, so I started talking to her about her bowel habits! She was very shy at first. Once, I asked her if she had a good clear-out and this made her blush! Another time I commented that she must feel much better after that. She admitted that this was indeed the case! Another time I asked her if she goes everyday after classes. She said that she actually has to go first thing in the morning but she holds it the whole day because she has no time! I asked her why don't you just use the toilet in the morning while I do my makeup. She answered that she's too shy for that, that that's impolite and that she doesn't want to gross me out!
So the next morning I was doing my makeup when she got out of bed. I asked her if she had to use the toilet. She admitted that she did, but she told me she didn't want to interrupt me while I get ready. I told her that she can use the toilet while I'm at the sink/mirror. She was reluctant. But then I told her that that's okay and that we have little privacy anyway. And it's better to use the toilet now than holding it the whole day.
Kelly gave in and sat on the toilet! She started by farting many times. These were clearly pre-poop farts given their sound and their smell! I told her that that's okay and that we all shit. Then, she exploded on the toilet! I laughed and told her that she must feel like born again! She blushed and excused herself! Some time later she was done. She wiped and flushed. I was done with my makeup and my hair so we left for classes at the same time.
Now we do this every morning! Kelly always takes her big morning dump while I get ready. That's good for us both because I can get ready and she doesn't have to hold her BM the whole day! I also notice that she takes very big BMs for such a petite girl! Not as big as mine but I'm much taller and an ice hockey player! We got much closer to each other thanks to this and we get along better.
Jenny
Responses to John and Kristi somehow connected
John-
I grew up with three younger brothers.
I had one brother who would often sit and play game boy or read comics on the toilet. He would poop for at least 20 minutes and probably had bigger poops and would often clog. The other brothers seldom clogged the toilet and would poop much faster. I'm not sure if the long pooper was less regular and developed the reading and game boy habit because it took so long to poop. I am not sure if these habits of my brothers continued into their adulthood.
I was in between , but became much faster of a pooper in my teen years.
This was an interesting thought to me because as child I thought my brother's bodily habits (burping, farting, pooping, spitting and nose boogers) were gross. As the only girl, I though I should be "cleaner" than them.
I was ashamed to fart or even poop like my brothers, so perhaps I held my poop in more often and had longer poops. I did clog the toilet once or twice, not as often has my one brother, but enough where I would be ashamed and panicked.
Finally, all my brother wore white hanes briefs ( tightie whities was the nick name in the Pacific Northwest USA). They all got skid marks though their teens or at least until they started wearing boxers. I became very self conscious of my own dirty underwear. I did think that other girls smelled better than my brothers. I also (wrongly ) believed girls did not get skidmarks in their underpants. I was insecure until my teens about pooping around other girls in public restrooms and a little bit about my skidmarks being seen when I was in the locker room, as I never saw another girls skidmarks until Junior year of high school ! All the other girls seemed to keep their white briefs so clean and to my memory hardly ever pooped in the restrooms and locker rooms ( until high school). "Why was I so dirty? " I thought. Interesting how this affecting my mindset until today!!! of course later in high school and college I would occasionally see some skidmarked thongs and lace panties of other ladies as well as seen, heard and smelt some very pretty girls poop, but deep down, my insecurities stuck around ...and led me to this site.
But thank you to this site, all you posters and my husband to make my anxiety more manageable! This site has been like therapy to me!!!
Kristi- my husband also teases me occasionally about my skids and stains. However is very good about timing and only teasing me in a disarming way were I can laugh at myself and my embarrassment away . Ironically he has seldom hs skid marks but I have never seen him wear white briefs. I have had previous boyfriends who would get skid marks in boxers and boxer briefs. So even though my husband is the kindest and more supportive of my emotions, it's ironic that his bum never leaves stains, even though he says we all have dirty cracks when we poop and wipe with paper! It helps to know that he loves my shapely rear no matter how clean my panties are!!! hahahaha
STEPHEN.P
I woke this morning sat on pottie in bedroom , had a wee again been
asleep all night not needing to wee , I switched off alarm clocks and went downstairs . filled the kettle made tea washed brushed my teeth and got dressed .As the tea was brewing collected my clothes for G Y M and put in car . I sat down and drank tea then made a flask of coffee . My bag for computer classes I put in car .
I climbed into campervan and sat on pottie , had a wee .when done went back to kitchen boiled some milk ,filled a cereal bowl with ALL BRAN
sat down and ate it I then put the bowl in the washing up .The flask of coffee I put in car . I made and drank another cup of tea checked my E MAILS .When leaving the house to go to computer classes again went into campervan sat on pottie ,had a wee.
When leaving computer classes went to G Y M , after three hours at gym, When putting my bag in car I moved the bed pan onto passenger seat , sat in drivers seat and drank my flask of coffee. It was now time for a BM ,slid down my jogging bottoms and pants . slid polypropylene bed pan into position two minutes later a wee then had a number too just letting my bowels doing all the work
Jenny
Jenna and Angela-
Funny coincidence of the recent timing of both your your posts: Angela being anal about closing the lid when you flush and Jenna flushing when still on the toilet. To each their own. I am a lid down flusher. I like it because its equal opportuny for my guy friends, they have to put the seat and lid down after they pee and I put the the lid down after I pee ( and poop)! However, if I drop a really big one, I will flush while sitting before I wipe when I know I have a lot more to empty out and it's getting a little full down there. As far as the germaphobe, we a have a pretty clean bathroom so I will not freak out if someone comes in and doesn't flush with the lid down. It is a more sanitary when you flush when the lid is down though.
Angela's survey
1) Do you put the lid down when you flush after using the toilet after you poop? Yes always at home or someone else's home
2) Guys only: Do you put the lid down after you flush, just the seat, or leave the toilet seat up after you pee (Be honest, we're anonymous) ? n/a
3) Have you ever used a gender-neutral toilet with stall so you would have to poop around the opposite sex? Not yet
4) Have you ever used a bidet? Once, in a condo in Hawaii, it was comical
5) Would you consider using a bidet regularly or currently use one regularly ? I think I should since we cut back on our use of wet wipes at home
5) IF you have never used a bidet, would you try one if you had the chance? N/a
6)If you use a bidet, did you noticed a difference in your cleanliness when used had to use a toilet without a bidet? Don't know because I was wearing dark underwear . Actually I remember because I only had black thongs on that trip and I was afraid you could see them through my lighter dresses . But I did feel fresh afterwards!
Vincene -
I appreciate your conservation efforts. How long have you been mindful about conserving toilet paper? Do you find yourself wiping less and getting more skidmarks as aside effect?Sometimes when I get insecure about my dirty underwear,my husband says that's what underwear is for and even if you wipe completely clean with toilet paper, your crack is never clean. Some times I go through phases where I will wipe 3 times and if the third wipe is still a little dirty, I'll call it as long as I am wearing darker colored non lace underwear. I have seen some bidet advertisements saying we would not clean up mud with paper towels, why do we think toilet paper does the trick...provocative.
1. Do you cover the seat with toilet paper in public places? I used to when I was more of a germphobe, but I often poop at work and at they gym and they keep their bathrooms really clean. I may use the seat covers if the restroom was really disgusting like a rest stop.
2. Why or why not? It is kind of a waste, its a nice option, but its also an opportunity to clog the toilet
3. Have you ever hovered over a toilet to relieve yourself? I am horrible at hovering. I can squat outside but not on a toilet
4. How successful was that experience? I think I was drunk the last time I hovered and it was a disaster, maybe that's another post!
5. Are the pre-cut squares of toilet paper in some places sufficient? OMG never! my highschool had those and I bet everyone who pooped got skids on their old navy boxers and PINK thongs haha, yet for freshman year I still felt like the grossest girl when I would get skidmarks..oh now Im realizing you are meaning to cover the seat...no to that too
6. Are the auto-flushers strong enough to prevent clogs? better than our homes but not invincible. I have have yet to clog an auto flusherThunder
Bidet User Angela
In response to Angela's questions;
I always put the lid down on the toilet seat before I flush.
As a mail after peeing I never lave the toilet seat up...it looks awful...really common and average. I often sit to pee because I hate splashes on the floor.
I have no problem pooping around the opposite sex in gender neutral toilets.
A I have said in previous posts I have a bidet at home and prefer that to a normal toilet...as to cleanliness I find it is not as effective as is made out. For best results wipe as usual with paper and then spray with the bidet...that seems to defeat the purpose.
as for me I do not wipe due to my neuro condition and rely on the spray to do the job...if my poo is a soft serve it works well...if it is harder I get skid marks , but I wear Depends and would not be without them so skid marks are not an issue.
ThunderSam
I'm taking a course of antibiotics now, and I was warned they might cause stomach upsets, but my poops have been great. Every three to five hours I get a mild, holdable urge and poop out a big soft gassy load that feels so good coming out and doesn't even stink too bad. I really find a good shit to be pleasurable, and these are great. Super satisfying. I feel like my roomies are a little worried but I'm not feeling sick at all.
Elphaba
Today I was doing some shopping in my city's mall and as I was finishing up, I started to need a poo so before I left to go home, I went to the women's loo. After I had entered the bathroom, I went into the third cubical and locked the door before taking off my bag, scarf and coat. I hanged these on the hook on the door and then pulled up my dress and lowered my tights and cute strawberry print panties to my knees. I sat down on the toilet and then farted a few times while peeing a little bit before I got down to business. I pushed and felt my hold begin to open and soon a log plopped into the bowl. Another few logs joined the first over the next few minutes but I still felt that there was still more in me so I stayed sitting. A few women had gone for wee's as I had been pooing. A woman went into the cubical to the right of mine and I heard her fart echo in the bowl and wondered if she was going to poo. My guess was proved correct a few seconds later as I heard a loud thud as her turd hit the water. After I had done another little piece of poo I decided that I was done and began to wipe and then flush. As I was putting on my coat and scarf I heard the woman next to me pull off some toilet paper. I left the cubical and started to wash my hands. I took my time doing this as I wanted to see what the woman in the other cubical looked like. As I moved to the hand dryer, an Asian woman about 20 years old came out of the other cubical and walked towards the sinks. I finished drying my hands and left the bathroom feeling a lot more lighter.
Avery
To Lauren
1. I think it had some water on it, not enough to gross me out, but just a few specs so I wiped it off.
2. The teacher didn't actually know, they just guessed. After all, they were somewhat loud and smelly, and then a student asks to go the bathroom a few minutes later. Seems like an admittance!
3. The stall is fixed, I peed in it a few days later, but I din't know when it was fixed (I feel bad for whoever had to deal with it!). And one classmate found out, but that's not a big deal.
4. I don't like becoming friends with anonymous online people, but I can give you some advice! The easiest way to poop at school, is just do it! Do you pee at school? If you do, you're already half way there! And just think of everyone else: they poop too, and many of them likely go at school! Think of your friends, they poop. Your classmates also poop. In fact, think of how many of your classmates excuse themselves to the bathroom. Do you think all of them need to pee? Nope, some of them are gonna sit down and take a dump! Let's walkthrough the process: you're sitting in class and feel that familiar urge to poop. So you get up and ask your teacher if you can use the restroom. Once they excuse you, head to the restroom of your choosing; it could be your favorite, or just the nearest. Once you get to the bathroom, choose an empty stall, close the door, check for toilet paper, wipe the seat if you need to, pull down your pants and underwear, take a seat, and relax! The last part is important: you're releasing your body of all the bad stuff it no longer wants, you should be relaxed, not stressed! Now that you're sitting on the toilet, get it all out. Empty your bladder, fill the toilet with poop, just get it all out of your system! It might be smelly, or noisy, who cares! You're in a bathroom! That's like being worried your trash will make the trash truck dirty! If someone makes a rude comment who cares! Once you're empty, wipe, feel free to take a look at what you made (you turned that delicious food into the brown log you see before you, be proud!), and finally, flush it all away, pull up your pants and underwear, wash your hands, and head back to class feeling relieved.
I wish you luck, let us know how it goes! I'm gonna go pee (and maybe poop), then go to bed. Bye for now!Usually uneventful
Biannual constipation
So I'm usually pretty regular, and my trips to the toilet are uneventful - firm, satisfying logs that come out easily, usually with some farting. But, like, twice a year, I'll get a rock-hard load that jams up my bum and usually takes a few days to get out. I'll normally up my water intake and maybe take a suppository if it's really close, but I wanted to ask if it would be too weird to ask an intimate partner to help me when this happens. I've always been too mortified, but I feel like a gooped-up, gloved finger would ease me along better than suppository cramps or taking an enema and spending hours farting out liquid shit. I wanna squeeze it out on my own, but I want to ask my partner to grease the runway, as it were. How would you feel if you were asked to do that for someone you cared about?
Curious Cody
Seeing daylight in normality
I've written before that I was victimized by an older and overbearing mom who used fear, intimidation, and outright insults that lasted well into my upper grade school years. If I questioned mom about why I was being taught to fear using public toilets unlike the rest of my friends, it would just end in an argument that, if we were away from home, would draw attention to me and how strictly I was being raised. Mom got her way because my dad was gone a lot with his job and she overdid it in trying to fill that void. It was NanciAnne, a special childhood friend, who helped me see that mom had strayed from normality.
The issue was that when we were out and I wanted to piss or poop in a store, gas station, theater, ball park or really any type of public bathroom, I was blamed for getting myself into that situation. She would ask if it was Number 1 or Number 2 and say that I should have gone an hour ago before we left home. Since my bowels were sometimes clogged up from holding it in, she obsessed, even when my friends were with us, why I didn't eat more roughage, drink more water and less soda, and probably 10 other things that would make my BMs more regular, normal, and most importantly happen at home. One day, I think it was in 3rd grade it was raining, mom picked us up at school and was going to make us go with her on a shopping spree. NanciAnne said that sounded like fun, but to me I had been holding a full anus since lunchtime. The toilets at school were all urine splashed by midday, there were no privacy doors, most of the toilet paper had already been used and probably caused clogs, and mom went off on me about not having planned right and done at home what should be done at home.
NanciAnne, whose mom my mom knew well from school and church committee, tried to defend me, but mom just kept the argument going. I was surprised beyond belief that NanciAnne was so mature for her age. Here we were at age 7 or 8 in such an argument. Mom was losing. She looked in the rear view mirror and asked NanciAnne how she avoided getting into a situation such as mine. NanciAnne said she crapped daily at school, usually during morning recess or lunch. She had also peed twice that day before we got in the car. Mom became more enraged because she was losing the argument.
Minutes later when we got to the mall, I pleaded with mom to let me go to the bathroom. As usual, she reluctantly gave in, and in anger she led me by the hand into the ladies room! NanciAnne went into a cubicle to pee and mom didn't like that while she was wiping off a toilet seat for me to sit on for my crap. As usual, I think I was shaking as I sat in front of mom and was reminded not to touch the seat or anything. Luckily my crap readily came out. Mom had me stand immediately so she could inspect it (she said it was too large and hard because I had been holding it in), but I didn't say anything. At that point I could see NanciAnne's feet drop from the toilet next door to us. She flushed and went out and washed her hands. Had my crap been soft, I would have had much more wiping to do in front of mom, but I just wanted to get out of there. I reached for the flusher and mom slapped me. She had me stand straight up and flush with my left foot. Again, I had done something I was not suppose to do. Then mom said she was going to hold her pee for an hour or so until we got home. I have to admit, she was able to accomplish that.
I just didn't like being dragged into the ladies room when I was nearing 9 years old. NanciAnne was just one of my friends who found that to be extreme. At the line for the wash basin I heard this girl whisper to her mother and point me out. Something was said about me perhaps being special needs.
I think it was later that year when mom and dad took me to the circus at our city's arena. I had complained to dad several times about mom taking me into the ladies room. Since he was there he took me down to the mens room. He sat on the bench outside the main entrance as I went in and did my thing. He was pleasant about it the whole time. After the performance while we were leaving the building, he excused himself and went into the bathroom. I followed him in. He went into a stall, dropped the seat, and the splash and his sigh to me let me know he dropped a whopper. He wiped from his seat and flushed the normal way with his hand. At the big water basin he told me mom was wrong in many of her attitudes toward public bathrooms. He led me to believe that he and NanciAnne had been right in calling them a necessity.
NanciAnne, who was very mature for her age, helped me a lot as we became even closer friends. We did a lot of things together and she helped me through the bullying I had to endure in middle school. The guys had seen me be taken into a ladies bathroom and that had marked me for ridicule. I don't know how many times I heard, "Cody, shouldn't you be next door?" at school and other places. She was a true friend and encouraged me to go to prom with her. We went to several concerts together. Then I met Keci, the woman who I live with. She, too, is understanding what I went through some 15 years ago.
Tuesday, January 31, 2023
Richard
To Tlana
Wow :-) That's sounds like quite the horrible for a little one :( Did you ever talk to grams about it later in life. I did with mine. She still won't to this day admit that it was long. But now I have made peace with it through some therapy and reflection and promised my self along time ago that if I ever have kids and grandkids that I will always let them go when they need to.
Kristi
Early morning poopoo and reading commemts
Good morning, beautiful people.
Nature called early this morning. I had some microwaved makeshift nachos last night which is probably why.
I sat down, peed a river (farted mid-stream) and now I'm pooping while reading comments.
Thank you for all you replied to my survey!
Jenny and Bidet User: Yeah, the bidet gets the outside of me but it's not as good as actually putting paper in me.
I do leave brown stains in my panties occasionally which my hubby loves to tease me about... even though he leaves them in his underwear too.
Ooh. That was a big log. (I'm still pooping.)
Aaaand another one. I had to go!
And that's all from me. No wipe needed as I'm getting in the shower.
Love,
Kristibidet user Angela
@Anna from Austria- I agree I prefer no audience when I poop. I live in Portland, Oregon where there are a lot of gender neutral toilets. I love how really most of them are just one toilet and you don't have to poop next to anybody, just like home or a hotel in a way. I feel a little more comfortable pooping around women, and a little more nervous pooping around the opposite sex, even past partners and current partner. However, I have gotten more comfortable with my age with pooping in pubic, that I even though I have these feelings, they are not as strong. My heart rate does go up a little if I poop around my husband, but I am not mortified. Also, I am more concerned about bothering or grossing someone out when I poop. Often, I apologize when I have to poop in a public restroom and there is a friend there. I had a nurse friend told me I do not need to apologize and that everyone does it. I told her I know, but I know everyone farts but I would apologize if I farted around someone just like someone would appetize about burping. We all do it, but now I am more concerned about grossing someone out than being...we vulnerable with my pants down and a dirty butt. So if I am pooping around anyone I apologize more for stinking up the room rather than being truly ashamed.
Jenny-I work in health research and actually went to medical school for a year before I decided it was not for me. But I consider myself a germaphobe and yes I still kind of get grossed out in public restrooms because of all the flushing with out lids. I have seen some research and even though the bacteria that is spread in the air probably will not harm you, its still kind of gross to me. Funny story, I'm really good friends with my college ex. I got him to flush with the lid down. He told me he got into a fight with his girlfriend because she didn't put the lid down when she flushed! We thought it was funny because often, isnt it the girl who gets mad at the guy for leaving the toilet lid up?
I'm inspired to my make my own (unscientific) survey:
1) Do you put the lid down when you flush after using the toilet after you poop?
2) Guys only: Do you put the lid down after you flush, just the seat, or leave the toilet seat up after you pee (Be honest, we're anonymous) ?
3) Have you ever used a gender-neutral toilet with stall so you would have to poop around the opposite sex?
4) Have you ever used a bidet?
5) Would you consider using a bidet regularly or currently use one regularly ?
5) IF you have never used a bidet, would you try one if you had the chance?
6)If you use a bidet, did you noticed a difference in your cleanliness when used had to use a toilet without a bidet?
My answers:
1) Do you put the lid down when you flush after using the toilet after you poop? ALWAYS as long as there is a lid!
2) Guys only: Do you put the lid down after you flush, just the seat, or leave the toilet seat up after you pee (Be honest, we're anonymous) N/A
3) Have you ever used a gender-neutral toilet with stall so you would have to poop around the opposite sex? No
4) Have you ever used a bidet? Yes
5) Would you consider using a bidet regularly or currently use one regularly ? I currently use one at home
5) IF you have never used a bidet, would you try one if you had the chance?
6)If you use a bidet, did you noticed a difference in your cleanliness when used had to use a toilet without a bidet? yes! A close friend and my partner notice I am in a worse mood if I have to poop at work or outside the home. Even if I do not get a skidmark or I wear dark underwear I feel like I can smell my butt all day more if I do not use a bidet. I care less about the skidmarks, what I love is the feeling of a fresh butt after a shower or bidet use.
Sarah B.
Fitting Room
My friend and I used to work at a thrift store and if a cute guy came in and needed to use the restroom, we would often let him use the fitting room instead. It's funny how many guys we could get to do that. Usually we would tell him that we didn't have restrooms or that they were only for staff, and the guy would usually believe it. Then, we would tell him if he wanted he could go ahead and use the fitting room instead. Of course he would always be really surprised when we said that, but usually he would say "okay" and then he would go ahead and do it. I remember how Natalie (my friend) and I would sometimes go and stand by the fitting room door while the guy would be in there, and we could hear him doing his thing. We could always tell whether he was peeing on the carpet or if he was peeing against the wall. Once in a while a guy would even pee on the bench. Usually he would pee on the wall though. Like a urinal. And almost always the guy would fart as he peed.
Keven
Kristi's survey and intro
Hi! My name's Keven, I'm 26, almost 27. I've posted a couple of times, but it was a long time ago, and I no longer remember the name I put. So I'll just go with this name. I live in the middle of the US, cold and dry, and as for as long as I can remember, I've always been a little bit of a big pooper. Maybe even a big farter, but it's debatable.
Yesterday, I stopped at a truck stop to poo, as I was farting in my car and I felt it ready to come out. I stopped at the plaza, parked my car, got out, and headed inside. It was rather quiet inside, and I slipped myself in the bathroom with about 8 stalls. There's 7 stalls in a row, and a handicapped stall on the other side. There were a few people already pooing, I could tell by the feet, and someone had farted on the pot as I walked by. I walked in the stall, locked it, and sat my 250 pound self on the toilet. (I'm a little bit shorter than 6 feet, heh). I began to push and it came out easily while I farted, making a hissing sound. It only took a couple of seconds until it fell in the toilet. Immediately I began to stink up the stall. I stood up to look at my work and saw a large turd in the toilet, it went from the hole, up out of the water, and was around 2-3 inches thick. I normally poo like this. I decided to wipe quickly and flush. I pulled the chain, but nothing happened. It didn't move, and the stall continued to stink.
I quickly moved to another stall where I began to wipe. A guy walked into the restroom and went into my stall seeing the large turd and big wads of TP. He looked at it, mumbled to himself something along the lines of "My God." and went to another stall and began to fart and begin his poo. I finished wiping and I sat there for a little bit. The smell begin to spread out in the bathroom, and before long a janitor walked in. He walked to the stall I had used, whistling to himself, and then he stopped. He flushed the toilet, but I assume it didn't go down. Over the course of 5 minutes, he had to flush the toilet 10 times at least. I opened the stall door after I flushed and put my coat back on. He stared at me with an evil expression, like he knew I was the one that laid it. I smiled and went to go wash my hands, and finish my day.
I have so many stories of me going in a gas station, or mall, and pooing something that will not flush. It doesn't help I only go every other, every 3 days, sometimes more.
Now for Kristi's survey:
1. Your age/gender.
26 male
2. Scenario: You're in a one-person bathroom, pooping. You've just sat down and haven't started going yet. There's a knock on the door and someone asks "Are you almost done?" What do you do? Do you answer the person? Do you hurry up and push your poop out as fast as possible? Or do you take your time?
I'd probably try to hurry. I've never had someone rush me, as I'm a quick pooper.
3. You're camping. And you've gotta take a dump. You have two options: One is to use a bathroom that is absolutely filthy. We're talking smelly, messy, filthy seat, filthy everything. Three other option is to walk a short distance and poop outside. You will have complete privacy, and you have toilet paper with you.
I'd rather not go outside. I'd have to worry about burying it, etc. I'll just poo on the filthy toilet.
4. You're in a new relationship with a guy/girl who you really like. You're at that person's house for the very first time. And that dinner has moved its way through you. Do you (a) hold it until you leave, (b) go poop, but be very discreet and try to hurry, or (c) tell the person exactly what you need to do and go do it?
This is such a good question, as I normally need to poo at night. But normally the urge doesn't strike me unless I'm at "home" or someone familiar. If I actually needed to go, I would go. Holding it in isn't good for you. And what better way to assert your dominance. I tend to do large turds that are one piece.
5. When you're taking a crap, do you try to get your business done as quickly as possible, or do you like to take some time? Or does it vary?
Get in, poo, get out. It's not good to sit for long periods of time, you'll get piles.
6. You just went poop in a public restroom. You wipe and go to flush... and the toilet doesn't flush. Your load is sitting there for all to see, and there is someone waiting for the stall. Do you tell them the flusher doesn't work, or do you just leave?
This has happened to me quite a few times. I can remember this one particular time, it was in a gas station a couple years ago. I had been eating a lot, but was active at the gym. It was a toilet with one stall and a urinal on the outside. My stomach hurt really bad, and when I finally went, it was such a big turd it filled the toilet. It was as big as the whole in the toilet, and longer than a foot, around 15 inches long. It smelled like rotting eggs and vegetables, as I had eaten a lot of beans and rice. I flushed but it didn't move. When I opened the door a construction worker was looking at me, and he smiled. I didn't say anything. He went in, didn't say anything. I heard him sit down, and began to fart a lot, and then his smell began to cover the bathroom. I went in later to find out he had quite a bit of soft serve. (I went in again after I bought some coffee and filled my car's gas.)
Happy pooping,
Keven!Jenna
Anyone else enjoy the sit down flush?
Hey all I'm Jenna from Australia.
I guess my love of the sit down flush started way back when I was little as long as I remember I used to do my business with the bathroom door open and then I would call out to mum to help me wipe up, she would wipe me and then before I could get up she would flush the toilet while I was still seated. Because my bottom was so little back then it would sit quite low into the bowl so when she flushed it my backside would get really really wet I enjoyed how the splashing felt deep up in my bottom and the muffled sound of the toilet flush. When it was done she would help pull up my knickers and pants and my bum would still feel wet even once dressed I'm not sure if she ever realized that my bum was getting wet but either way I enjoyed her flushing the toilet before I was off it. It was also exciting using other toilets at relatives houses or out at malls, libraries, cinema etc as each toilet had a different flush strength and it was exciting to see how it would feel.when I was too old to need help on the toilet anymore I still do the sit down flush and reach back to hit the button at my home I have a full flush caroma It flushes from the front and back which creates a big wave in the middle of the bowl perfect target for your bum when your sitting on top of it lol please share more stories if you enjoy the sit down flush too
Vincene
Crap, flush, no paper option solved
My boyfriend Diver and I went for a weekend away from out apartment. He was competing in a bowling tournament about six hours away. It was pretty accessible by the interstate so we both woke up at the same time, grabbed our bags and hit the road. Each of us bought a giant black coffee at a c-store where Diver filled the tank. While he did that, I went into the store, lucked out because there was no line for the toilet, and I did what Diver refers to as my "daily dump". That is my normal routine five days a week when I drive about an hour to my job.
Since both genders use that store toilet, about once a week when I back up to it and prepare to take my seat, I can see that the flush has been slowed or outright probably clogged. I find that so amusing because it is preventable most of the time. Too often users paper nest the seat before sitting on it. Waste of TP and clog that will be caused by even a modest crap. Since I was about 16 and frustrated about the same problem at my high school, I find it frustrating that some users continue to do the nest thing. Now, in my early 30s, I continue my frustration. Sit, relieve yourself, wipe and flush. I've also figured out that clogs can be prevented if you have a crap involving multi-pieces. Halfway through, just stand, reach back and flush, retake your seat and resume. In the end, take only the minimal toilet paper for each wipe. If you have extra paper in your hand, just hang it over the roll. I can't help but believe that several additional users can share a sit without getting pissed and asking for more toilet paper. Back at my high school we called it "conservation."
Diver, who I have been with for almost ten years, remains fastidious about his famous butt directly sitting on a public toilet seat. In the summer when he has played in softball doubleheaders he has rejected the portables near each diamond and walked, sometimes risking a penalty for his team, a block to the complex pavilion to take his crap. He makes an excuse for the walk, but I don't think too many of his teammates buy it.
He has tried my midway flush at our apartment and he has reluctantly agreed that it has eliminated clogs. When we first moved in together we upset the building manager several times with clogs. One required a rooting job that the company paid $200 for. Since then Diver has learned to stop a mid-crap and flush. The toilets in our 110 unit building have piping that is about as cheap as you can get. Most of the toilets I use away from home are the commercial grade ones. But they too will clog without help from cautious users.
My short survey:
1. Do you cover the seat with toilet paper in public places?
2. Why or why not?
3. Have you ever hovered over a toilet to relieve yourself?
4. How successful was that experience?
5. Are the pre-cut squares of toilet paper in some places sufficient?
6. Are the auto-flushers strong enough to prevent clogs?
My answers:
1. No
2. Despite what my mom taught, it is wasteful and unnecessary.
3. Yep. A friend talked me into it at a port-a-potty.
4. Not successful.
5. Not even close to it. That's when I started sitting right down skin-on-seat. I've never looked back.
6. No. I've seen toilets stuck in the auto-cycle with their pipes clogged.
Ted
Best craps
Definitely when I was backpacking long distances. My fuel was freeze dried food, a lot of gorp (nuts, raisins, dried fruit, coconut flakes, m&ms, and fruit. And of course tons of water. A typical hiking day was about 10-12 miles of up and down in the Rockies, Cascades, Wallowas, sometimes the desert or canyonlads. My typical venue was a wooded spot off the trail squatting in a whole that I had dug (7" or more in depth). One gentle push and out came one or more long and fat logs, followed by some mushier ropes propelled gently with just a soft grunt or two. Generally very little paperwork followed because squatting separated my anus widely enough so the turds left little residue. Then, you cover up the hole. If I had company, all the better--a pleasure shared with someone also getting relief. I live in more developed areas now, but there are woods where I can still get in a satisfying dump in a hole that I cover up afterwards. Nothing like emptying your bowels in a natural setting.
Happy pooping to all.
TedAnnie
Massive amount of shit after coffee and breakfast
Just got back from the bathroom after a massive amount of shit. Got up around 8:30 this morning, made some hot water to drink and sat down for breakfast (fried rice, black coffee in my travel mug). Ate my breakfast and drank my hot water and coffee after downstairs while I digested and watched YouTube videos. A few minutes ago I got a major urge to shit so I went to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled down my dark blueish-black sweatpants and beige underwear and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and gave a gentle push and absolutely loaded the toilet with a major load. Took only about 20 seconds. It wasn't everything from my body but it was a hell of a shit. Peed then wiped my vagina and stood up. DAMN. The load was really thick and mostly soft, taking up a lot of the toilet bowl. I decided to flush first to prevent clogging. Once the beast was flushed I got to work wiping. Tossed the paper in once I was clean enough, flushed, pulled up my pants and underwear and washed my hands. What a shit! That wasn't everything from my body but it was a lot. I hope I do another big one after lunch.
Happy pooping!
AnnieAnnie
Pooped for the 2nd time after lunch
Hi everyone. Had a semi big lunch. Fried rice etc with hot sauce and a jar of warm water. Ate slowly and chewed well. Not long after lunch I had the urge to poop again. Went to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door etc. Pulled down my dark blueish-black sweatpants and black underwear and sat. Relaxed and watery crap poured into the toilet bowl. Was done within about 20 seconds. When I was done I wiped well, pulled up my pants and underwear and flushed. Washed my hands and that was that. 2nd poop today.
Happy pooping
Annie
Josh
Hi everyone, my name's Josh, I'm in my twenties and from the UK. I was recounting a story from my college days earlier with a friend of mine and he said it was weird. I wanted to see what you guys thought. In my sixth form (when I was aged 17-18), me and my mate Nathan used to hang out. Most days on a free period, or a breaktime, we used to go to the bathroom together. He always used to pee, and I'd often poop. We were super chill with each other, so after he'd peed at the urinal he'd come and chat to me whilst I pooped. As I say, we were really good friends. The first few times it was a bit awkward whilst I was plopping/farting/grunting as he was just the other side of the stall door. But it happened most days and soon I became chill with it. But what my friend today found weird was when I was telling him about the conversations I had with Nathan, because he and I often used to chat about the poop I was having. So, if I did a big fart, he'd say something like: "how have you been holding on to that?!", or if I let out a satisfying groan, he might say "wow, that sounds like it felt good." We used to talk about other things too, but my friend today said it was weird because Nathan never actually pooped, and he said that maybe he kind of got off on it. I don't think he did, I just think we were two super chill mates. What do you guys think, was that weird, or just two guys not caring and hanging out?
Sam
Welp, I full on peed myself today. I had had a little to drink, and was book shopping. And I was holding it all through that. And in my infinite good sense, I thought I could hold it all the way to the restaurant that would be my next stop. I passed two public restrooms, with the pressure in my bladder becoming increasingly urgent, thinking that the restaurant was not much farther. I got to the restaurant, and halfway to the bathroom, I let a trickle of pee out. And then the dam burst. I was full on peeing my pants and, as the final insult, when I got in the bathroom stall, I had finished peeing. My pants, underwear, and socks were soaked. I had to call my roommate and have him fetch me clean clothes. And I waited in that stall for a good 30 minutes while he made it across town with my jeans. I don't know if anyone in the restaurant knew what was up. Needless to say, I ate somewhere else.Emma
Another school accident.
Hi, I'm Emma. I posted on page 2970 about when I was 17 and pooped my pants twice the same day at school. I was diagnosed as incontinent due to weak muscles much later, when I was 25. Since then due to the treatment my accidents have reduced a lot. But before that it used to be very difficult. As I had mentioned earlier, I had a nurse appointed by my mother, to check on me and help me clean up whenever I had accidents.
After the accidents in my previous post, I stopped going to school mainly because I didn't want to face people. I was already 17 and in 10th grade. I had a few accidents during the period, but they were private. Eventually my mom forced me to return to school next year when I was 18, but I had to restart 10th grade again since I missed the final exams. The school accepted me on the condition that I'm accompanied by a nurse and I take frequent toilet breaks. An additional condition was that I help with school admin stuff whenever needed, since I was old enough to work.
It went fine for a few weeks. It was a new batch of students in 10th grade and I managed to make some friends. But it didn't last long. My mom was on vacation with her boyfriend and Mrs Matthews (my nurse) took that time to take her break as well.
Monday went fine, no problem. But I was ordering take out food since I didn't want to cook. On tuesday, on the way to school I was very gassy. But they had asked me to help with showing around some prospective kids' parents around the school. There were a couple of other volunteers and we were giving the parents and their kids a tour of the school. My stomach was hurting, but I held myself together .I was answering some parents' questions, when I felt a huge cramp and big solid log of poop came out into my white legging. I could feel it pushing against my legging and spreading down the back of my thighs. I felt mortified. I stopped talking and tried to think of a way to escape from there. However the smell hit everyone immediately and the parents were asking about the smell. A kid started laughing and shouted out that I had pooped my pants. It was obvious from the bulge behind me. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. Soon some teachers came by and I was escorted to the washroom.
I had forgotten my extra pants at home, and there was nothing to change into. I cleaned up myself and my legging as much as I could and then they took me to the waiting room. They said that someone would take me home in an hour or so, and till then I'm to wait there. Some time later, someone from the staff drove me home.
I didn't go to school for the next week, it was too embarrassing. The school got in touch with my mom, and my mom didn't take it well of course. Mom fired Mrs Matthews since she was supposed to be there, and wasn't. Overall a horrible day.
I'll write more about that period later.. thank you for reading.
Lauren
Reply to Avery
Hey Avery! Thank you so much for answering my questions! I realized that it was a lot of questions and I'm so sorry about that! Oh and I was only kidding when I said that the donuts had some sort of magical powers that made you poop; I knew it wasn't the donuts but I still thought it would be funny to blame it on them, hope you didn't mind.
I know there were a lot of questions last time, so today I will condense it down to just four.
1. You mentioned that you wiped down the seat in the bathroom before, was the seat in the school bathroom dirty? The toilet seats at my school can sometimes be dirty and I also have had to do the same.
2. If you don't mind me asking, I am a little bit curious as to how your teacher knew that someone farted in class on that day of your big poop after the buffet. How did he know since no one heard or suspected anything?
3. Did the toilet in the 3rd stall remain clogged, or did someone fix it later? When you had a chance to go back to the same bathroom, did you see it fixed? And did any of your friends or classmates know that you created that?
And the fourth is more of a request. Can I pretend you're my friend, or be actually friends if you're ok with it, because I really need someone to help me through my fear? I am very much afraid of it, but there really isn't anyone available to help me out. You seem like the perfect and ideal friend who has the expertise to help me! And you can help guide me into a new world where pooping at school is no longer a fear. If that's all okay with you of course!
Thanks!
Lauren
Sunday, January 29, 2023
Thunder
Power Dump
I had not had much in the way of BMs for a few days and I took my laxative last night and this morning got out of bed and sat on the throne and had an average poo.
About an hour later I thought I would have another attempt.... no one was at home so I sat on the bidet and the seat warms up which is comforting...I do not know why but I find it comforting and helps me relax...I then went into my meditative state and within a copy of minutes I felt everything move down...my hole open and about 15 plops followed. I applied no effort...just relaxation...I cannot remember doing so many plops for years...it stopped and I sat there for a little while and gave push and a large dump ensued and splattered everywhere. I was one the throne for a fair while....I do not know how long....could be 20 minutes at a guess.
I then finished off with the cleaning function and drying...flushed and left...feeling so much better. What joy!
Thunder