Willa
Esme!
Hi Esme! So crazy that I came back on this site for the first time in forever, and after scrolling through a couple pages, found your return post! I always felt you were my pooping soulmate from the similarities of our posts, and I can't wait to read what you have in store. I'm personally gathering my memories from the past half year or so in order to relate some amazing stories about this "hobby" that all of us have here!!
Thoughts and comments on some recent posts.
There have been several comments on withholding in children. Withholding was not an issue for me when I was little. I simply couldn't hold it for any great length of time. If I had to poop, it was going to come out soon whether it was in a toilet or my pants. On the plus side, it was very rare for me to have constipation. As to painful bowel movements that caused some kids to withhold, that was thankfully not a problem for me. I've experienced discomfort, yes, but not pain. I can't recall postponing number two because it was too unpleasant. If an attempt to poo was being troublesome, my attitude was to persevere and try to get it over with. As I became older and more developed, I gradually improved my holding ability. But I've never gone more than two days without pooping. Normally I can't put it off for more than a few hours. There's only so many times I can postpone the need to go before there's no longer a choice in the matter. Those who are able to put it off for an entire week, regardless of age, amaze me. And yes, I realize that's not necessarily a "good" talent to have.
Pete mentioned "sissy underpants", underwear which are designed to look like panties but are intended for the male anatomy. I've heard the term "manties" used to describe them. I've thought about buying some just to see what they're like. But real panties generally fit me very well. Except for the skimpiest designs, most of them will cover my privates completely and comfortably. On the other hand, the crotch on men's underwear is often too wide for my liking. Honestly my genitals don't require that much slack. But I'll try on anything and wear whatever is good regardless of whether the package says men or women.
For Veronica on women using the men's room. I haven't encountered this very much. But there were a couple of occasions I saw young women emerging from the stalls who would just make awkward smiles, avert their eyes, and exit. I couldn't totally blame them because the line for the ladies room was so long. Grand Central Terminal in New York was one of those places.
For David who woke up with a full bladder and started spurting on the way to the bathroom. I've woken up desperate many times but it's rare that any pee gets out before I reach the toilet. I've had some very minor squirts escape a couple times but it was no more than the typical last dribble that ends up in the underpants upon finishing.
Anything else? Not much new to report. My recent pooping and peeing have been pretty mundane. No new skidmarks in my undies either. Bye for now!
Willa
To Kristi!
Hi Kristi! So good being back on here…Read your post and I totally know what you mean!! If you have read or remember my posts (even if not, no worries!) you know I really love pooping, especially in the presence of others. I will quite often have a seat in a public restroom, even when I don't have a strong urge, and the minute I hear another girl start crackling and plopping next to me I totally want to poop and often do! I especially love when I can hear both of us going at the same time!
Toiletkid
Little boy Kyle and his toilet troubles, part 1
Okay, I met Kyle, who was a little boy from a big shop, and we remembered each other right away! Kyle invited me to visit him and I agreed. His parents were at work and he was alone. He lived in a simple apartment building. His apartment wasn't big, but it was cozy. He immediately showed me his room and then suggested we play with his new console. To be honest, my playing on the console wasn't very good, but I decided to try. In the middle of the game, I heard a loud gurgling sound and I realized that it was Kyle's stomach making noise. I asked him, "Are you hungry?"
Kyle replied that he wasn't hungry and then his stomach made another gurgling noise and I understood that he needed... to poop! I asked him in embarrassment, "Maybe you need to use the bathroom?"
"Are you hinting that I need to poop?" Kyle asked without any embarrassment and added, "I'm not shy about pooping because it's natural. To be honest, I had been constipated." I offered him to take a laxative, but he said that he didn't have any at home. He said we should continue playing and asked me not to worry, the gurgling would stop soon.
I asked him if his ???? aches, and he replied that it did a little bit, but he was used to it. But after only five minutes of playing, his gurgling became louder and louder. After another five minutes, he suddenly stood up and said in a strange voice: "I'm going to the toilet!" Then he ran to the bathroom.
After waiting for almost half an hour, I decided to check on him. I went to the door of the toilet and knocked. "How are you?" I asked. "I can't poo!" he replied in a slightly upset voice. "I keep farting and pushing, but I can't pooped!"I asked if I could help him with anything, but he said that if I wasn't a magician, then I couldn't. After a few minutes, he left the toilet and said sadly that we could continue the game. I understood that he couldn't go potty, but I didn't mention it. A few seconds later, his stomach started gurgling again, and we tried to ignore it. But after a few more minutes, he got up again and ran to the bathroom, holding his butt with his hands. He returned soon and, when I asked what happened, he explained that he still couldn't poop. He told me that he suddenly felt like he had to go bad, but when he sat down on the toilet, nothing came out no matter how hard he pushed.
I started thinking about how I could help. I offered him some fruits and more water, and he decided to try. After 20 minutes, I asked him if he didn't want to poop, and he replied that he only wanted to pee. He went to the bathroom and forgot to close the door, so I heard loud splashing as he peed into the toilet. After flushing, he returned, and I offered him to go outside and run. Maybe this would help him defeat his constipation. I know it's a silly idea, but I couldn't think of anything better. We left home and walked to the street to find a place where we could run. We passed a few zebra crossings and suddenly Kyle shook my shoulder and said, "I want to poop, but this time it seems like I really want!"
To be continued!
Chris D.
When I was a kid my school would only allow one boy to go to a bathroom at a time, and they had a strict, usually female teacher to guard the door to enforce it because too many boys were misbehaving. Oftentimes there would be 20+ bursting boys desperately waiting in line for their chance to pee. No matter how desperate you were, the teacher would only allow one at a time. Once I was really desperate but I wasn't allowed to leave class. When the bell rang I ran to the boys room but had to wait in a line of 7 boys. I was squeezing my cock and potty dancing as one boy after another got to go. Eventually it was only me left in the line, waiting for the boy in the bathroom to come out. I begged the teacher to let me go but she refused. I kept frantically holding myself and crossing my legs. I slowly started to lose control. Then she saw that my crotch was growing darker and gave in and let me go. I ran to the urinals and finally got to go. It wasn't until I finished that I realized that I'd dropped my pants to my ankles unintentionally, exposing my bare butt to the other boy in there, which was a bit embarrassing but I was so relieved that I didn't care anymore. I dried myself as best as I could and buckled up and went to my next class.Veronica
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@Tricky I've been reading your stories for a couple years now, I really enjoy them. I always look forward to your posts!LC
Ragner Survey Replies
Hi Ragner,
Interesting set of a questions for your survey. I never considered your ex-wife's perspective before but there is a certain logic to it that makes sense. I think we've all seen some really nasty toilet brushes that haven't been maintained or used well beyond their intended life, often in a bathroom that isn't all that clean otherwise. I definitely understand wanting to leave the skids in the toilet and not spreading germs by using a brush.
Typically, I flush a last time to rinse the brush in the toilet, then spray it with some disinfectant, swish it again, and then put it back. Even with that, I am certain it's not 100% clean.
Out of dull-witted curiosity, how did you know your ex-wife took big dumps? Was it simply from observing her skidmarks or did you see them first hand?
Here are my survey answers.
Survey:
1. How often do you leave skid marks?
A: Most of the time. My movements tend to be quite large, usually require several flushes or additional assistance to get down. As a result, the streaks are often prolific.
2. Do you usually try to remove your skid marks left by yourself?
A: Yes I try to return the toilet to a perfectly clean, welcoming condition, if there is a brush or other tools present. Obviously, there are times when I had to leave it as-is for one reason or another, and it definitely looks like someone majorly bombed the toilet.
3. Do you usually try to remove skid marks left by others?
A. Yes, I will try to pee them off if I just have to pee, otherwise, I will address with mine after I go.
4. Did you witness other people leaving skid marks and using the toilet after them?
Yes, wife, other family members, co-workers, or even the random public bathroom.
5. Do you use a toilet that is stained by skid marks?
A: Yes, no issue.
6. Do you clean the toilet in-between uses when you buddy-dump?
A: No, I just use the toilet and deal with at all afterwards.
Best,
LCWilla
To Portia!
Sorry everyone about all these posts…just getting back in to this site and enjoying so many relatable posts…Portia, your post totally brought me back to an archaeological did field trip in 8th grade. I remember in the lead up, thinking how funny it was our teacher telling us how to poop in the woods and such. But it also gave me a tingling sense of excitement! I remember about halfway through the day, we were eating lunch and I had the urge. Being very free about such things, I grabbed the roll of toilet paper I had brought in my backpack. My friend Colleen, who I was eating lunch with, looked up with wide eyes and said "are you going to poop?"…Yes!, I laughed…"I kinda need to as well, but I feel weird…" she said…."Come on!" I scoffed, and waved her to follow me…Carrying my toilet roll, we pushed our way into the woods, looking for a private spot. Suddenly, we were startled by the sight of Megan, one of the tour guides on the field trip, in full squat with a thick log hanging out of her butt…."Oh so sorry!" I exclaimed, although honestly feeling a tingle of excitement…"No worries!" She laughed, as her turd plopped into the hole she had obviously dug in preparation. "You girls need to go? You can use my hole and fill it in when you're done!"…My heart fluttered a bit and I could tell Colleen was a bit wide eyed as well, but I just said "Thanks Miss Megan!"…We stood there as she wiped her butt and stood…"Don't feel weird…I do this at least once a day" she laughed and walked away…"Just cover it up well!!"……My urge was becoming intense and I had no qualms. I dropped my pants and almost immediately started expelling a mass of mushy poop on top of Megan's load. I tingled with excitement as I realized Colleen was hearing and watching this event. I made eye contact with her and we both laughed as I said "You're next!"….I pushed out a little more poo, and wiped extensively, then stood. By this point, Colleen didn't even hesitate, and ran by me pulling down her jeans, and unleashed a torrent into the pit, moaning all the while. She remained squatted for a minute or two, and dropped a couple more turds. Finally she wiped and raised her pants, and we pushed the dirt Megan had dug over our combined pile of poop. We walked back to the dig site, and got a few strange looks, but Megan just glanced at us and gave a sly wink….That was a blast from the past, but thanks again Portia for bringing back the memory!!
Jessica
Interesting Encounter at New Job
Hey Everyone,
It's been a few years since I've posted but now that I'm graduated I've got a lot more time on my hands (my last posts were on 2683 and 2684). I've enjoyed all your stories and can't wait to start sharing again. I recently started a new office job and have some fun stories.
I used to be very poop shy but after reading posts from this site I've built the courage to let loose when I gotta go, which has been happening more frequently as of late. Ever since I've started working my bowel movements have been a lot gassier and my poops have been mushier, which has made for some interesting stories. During the first week at this new office I noticed that the sounds from the men's and women's washrooms can easily be heard through the thin walls. I got to the office early one morning and was dying for a poop. My stomach was not feeling the best after having a few drinks the night before and I quickly put my stuff down on my desk and ran to the washroom. The office was empty at the time and I wasn't expecting anyone to come in within the next 30 minutes. As I lifted up my dress, pulled down my thong and sat on the toilet seat I immediately let out a torrent of wet diarrhea followed by a nasty sounding fart. Next thing I know, I hear the door to the men's room open and a janitor cart is being rollled in. The sounds echoing through the other side of the walls could easily be heard, which meant any sounds that I made would be heard as well. I tried to hold it in for a bit until I finally gave up and let loose another wave of loose poop with even louder wet sounding farts. I was feeling a bit embarrassed having the janitor hear all of this on the other side but I couldn't help it. All of a sudden the door to the men's room was opening and the janitor cart was being rolled out. Thank god he was finished I thought, until I heard the women's door open, followed by the janitors voice. "Anyone here," said the janitor. And before I could respond some more liquid shit shot out of me. I expected the Janitor to leave after hearing the mess but he continued to roll his cart in. "Do you mind if I clean while your here," he said. Feeling too embarrassed to have him clean while my butt was exploding with poop I kindly asked if he could wait outside while I finished. I pooped for another five minutes and had to wipe about 20 times before my butthole was clean. I felt bad for making him wait outside and honestly was a little interested in having him hear my diarrhea episode while cleaning. Do you guys think I should let him clean while I'm pooping next time? And have any of you pooped in the presence of a cleaner that was the opposite gender?
Looking forward to your replies. Byeeeee
Willa
To Lacey
Thank you for sharing…my wife and I love sharing these moments too! Be yourself and enjoy!
VioletIndigo
Anonymous's Survey
PEEING:
How frequently do you go to the bathroom to pee?
Between 5 and 10 times per day, depending on how frequently I remember to hydrate.
What does the urge to pee feel like for you?
Pressure in my abdomen.
When you make it to a toilet, how intense is your urge usually (from 1-5, 1 being hardly any at all and 5 being about to explode)
Usually between 3 and 4.
When you start peeing, do you push to start or relax and let go?
I think I relax and let go, but I do not really understand the question.
How long does it take you to pee from sitting down to emptying completely?
Between 15 and 25 seconds.
Do you enjoy peeing?
To some extent, yes. It usually gives me a short break from whatever I was doing.
POOPING:
How frequently do you go to the bathroom to poop?
At least daily, at most 3 times per day.
What does the urge to poop feel like for you?
Pressure in my abdomen, in a different way from the pressure of needing to pee.
Does your stomach make noises/cramp when you have to go?
It sometimes cramps, but it rarely makes noises. I often get gassy before I need to poop.
How long does it take your body to relax and start pooping once you sit down?
Usually between 15 seconds and a minute.
From 1-10, how hard do you push when you poop? 1 is very lightly or none, 10 is forcefully straining. Do you need to hold your breath?
Between 4 and 7. I do not need to hold my breath.
Do you push throughout the entire act or does your body take over eventually?
I try to let my body take over eventually, but sometimes I push. I know that pushing is not good for me though.
How noisy are you when you poop? This includes crackling, grunting, etc.
I do not really grunt, and I do not think there's any crackling. Sometimes I fart loudly.
What Bristol Stool type does your poop usually represent? How big are they?
Usually 2, 3, or 4, but most often 3.
How long does it take you to poop from sitting down to emptying completely?
Between 2 and 7 minutes.
Do you enjoy pooping?
Yes.
GENERAL:
What factors affect your bathroom habits?
Hydration, diet, stress, work.
How do you feel about going to the bathroom in public?
I don't really mind it. My attitude is "everybody does it."
How do you feel about someone hearing your sounds in the bathroom?
Mildly embarrassed.
Do you usually attend to your needs immediately?
I try to.
How much do you wipe after a bathroom visit?
More than I imagine the average person wipes. I try to make sure I see no brown for the back, and make sure I feel no moisture for the front.
Do you ever sigh in relief/satisfaction after you go?
No, I'm not too vocal.
How do you usually sit on the toilet?
Feet flat on the ground, or heels raised with toes on the ground (depending on the height of the toilet).
Besides relieving yourself, what do you like to do on the toilet?
Sometimes I look at my phone.
Pete
Answer to survey
Survey:
1. How often do you leave skid marks?
About once every three or four shit sessions. If it has been a big dump, after the first few turds have fallen I do a quick courtesy flush which minimises the stink and reduces the risk of leaving skidmarks. My experience teaches that the longer the turds are left unflushed, the greater the risk of skidmarks.
2. Do you usually try to remove your skid marks left by yourself?
Always
3. Do you usually try to remove skid marks left by others?
Usually I try one flush, which often is enough
4. Did you witness other people leaving skid marks and using the toilet after them?
Not usually, but I live alone at home. If it's a public toilet, I move to the next stall.
5. Do you use a toilet that is stained by skid marks?
Yes if my single attempt has not shifted them and there is no other vacant stall
6. Do you clean the toilet in-between uses when you buddy-dump?
N/A
Annie
Soft poop soon after breakfast
Hi everyone. Got up this morning, went to the washroom (after grabbing my Walmart bag), brushed my teeth and went upstairs to microwave and eat breakfast. It was instant noodles with chili peppers, green leafy vegetables and an egg. It took a while to eat and after breakfast I took my medications. My stomach felt very full but I felt satisfied after breakfast. Then a few minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed the Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom.
Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then relaxed. Boom! Tons of soft poop splattered into the toilet. No farts or anything just really stinky poop. When I was done I rolled up my sleeves (since I knew wiping was going to be messy), reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some and put the roll back into the Walmart bag (you have to bring toilet paper, your towels etc back to your room to avoid other people using them). Wiped my vagina first then stood up and wiped really well. Turned and put the toilet paper into the toilet and looked. It was light brown and soft, like light coloured mud. Stunk too. Flushed the toilet and washed my hands well. I hope everyone has been having a good week, is staying safe, healthy and happy. Yay for Saturday!
Happy peeing and pooping!
Annie
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Annie
Before breakfast poop
Got up this morning at 8 (I have an appointment this morning) with the urge to poop. I reached over to my computer chair (it's right near my bed), grabbed my Walmart bag, got up, walked to the door, opened it and walked out of my room. Put on the flip flops outside my room, walked to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door and walked to the toilet. Pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a lot of poop (one big thick solid poop). It took about 30 seconds but it felt good to get rid of that. It laid in the toilet when I was done. Pushed up my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper, took some, put the roll back into my Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor then started wiping. Wiped my vagina sitting down then stood up to wipe my butt. I wiped until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Tossed it into the toilet and looked in the toilet. It was about 1.5 to 2 feet long, thick and solid. Better out than in. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Walked to the sink, washed my hands, picked up the Walmart bag, turned off the light, opened the door and first went to my room to dry my hands and then went upstairs to microwave and eat breakfast. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.
Happy peeing and pooping!
AnnieTricky
Pooping with a coworker, Pt 3
Continuing from Pt 2 of this story, we worked a few hours.
Our next job assignment eventually took us to a city park. It was now about 6 pm. The park was crowded and there were families with their kids at a nearby playground. I had to both pee and poop, the former very badly, the latter only feeling a slight urge as it was roughly on schedule(normally it would have waited until after dinner, but normally I'd have also eaten dinner by this time of day). I saw a restroom building in the parking lot near that playground, and told my coworker, "I need to use the restroom." He then responded, "Me too." We both walked into the Mens' room and came across an awkward setup. There was a lone sit-down toilet entirely in the open with no stall around it as well as a urinal. The urinal and toilet were both in use by two peeing children as we awkwardly stood there, me contemplating whether I'm really going to sit on an open toilet in front of my coworker and two random kids and whomever else might walk in after I sat, or just hold it for a more suitable place. While this wouldn't have been my first time using a public toilet to poop in front of others without privacy, I still found the prospect embarrassing, and really didn't like the idea of doing so. But I also knew my pooping schedule was off because of having to subsist on restaurant food, and knew it would be inviting an emergency situation later on if I deliberately held it. A kid finished up at the toilet and I awkwardly stood there for a few seconds contemplating my choices available, when my coworker said, "If you need to poop, I can step outside and wait for you to finish." My lower GI tract immediately decided for me however that I wouldn't be pooping here, as it locked itself up and I no longer felt that slight need to poop. I then said, "I just need to pee." He then said, "Well go ahead and go."
I went to the open toilet and took a long pee in front of my coworker, while my coworker eventually took the urinal when it availed itself. A long and squeaky fart ended up coming out of me as I relieved my bladder, which was close to its bursting point from all the water I had been drinking.
As we were washing our hands at the sink, now the only ones in the restroom, my insides loudly gurgled again. My coworker then responded, "Are you sure you don't need to poop? You're farting a lot." I then responded, "That wasn't a fart. My stomach is growling because I'm hungry again." He laughed, "You always are." In truth, I wouldn't have been able to force any poop out here, and was now feeling constipated. My bowels were still nervous at the prospect of someone walking in on me while I was sitting on the toilet out in the open and everything went back up into my GI tract. At this age, I wasn't yet comfortable using doorless stalls or open toilets, even though there were rare occasions where I was forced to with other people in the room. But those rare occasions where I was forced to poop in front of others without privacy, were almost entirely among complete strangers, which to me made for a less nervous situation. The prospect of doing this in front of a coworker I knew, who I would see again in the future, subconsciously locked everything up. I knew that if I sat on the toilet, nothing would come out, and it would have been for nothing. We left the restroom just as a father and son entered.
We finished our assignment, and went to eat dinner. This time, we picked an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet. It was here that I had a revelation. This place had lots of high fiber items I could eat in order to keep everything moving, as I was used to eating such things and it was the diet of restaurant food that I was not accustomed to which was messing with my bowels over the last few days. After eating a few plates full of prepared Chinese food, I started loading up on plates full of green beans, broccoli, and fruit. I spent the next hour stuffing myself full with fresh fruits and cooked vegetables.
When we got to the hotel room, my bowels were still locked up. I sat on the toilet and nothing came out. The next morning, it was the same issue, even after breakfast. I was constipated again, and glad I gorged on high fiber foods the previous evening, because I knew that at some point they would work their magic and give me relief. It was now two poops that should have happened, that didn't.
We stopped at the aforementioned sandwich shop from an earlier part of this story. There was no restroom available here, so I didn't get the chance to poop. When I finally finished, we paid the bill using the company card and left.
We had to get fuel for the company car and stopped at a gas station. Then it hit. All the built up contents of my lower GI tract from not going since yesterday afternoon started pressing downward. It felt like I was about to explode and I had maybe a minute or two to get to a toilet. I told my coworker, "I'm going to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
I walked to the Mens' room with the tip of what felt like a massive hard turd poking at my sphincter. The Mens' room had a partitioned urinal and two stalls. I rushed into the first stall, latched the door, dropped my pants to my shoes, and proceeded to push out a hard piece of poop. It felt knobby and was slightly painful. I could also see that the gap between the latched door and the stall was large, maybe 2 inches, and had a direct line of sight view to the restroom entrance door. The door may as well not have been there because that gap exposed me, and I lamented my choice of stall, regretting not taking the back one. My coworker came in, said, "Looks like I'm joining you again", and took the adjacent stall.
I sat there mostly farting, with only three small pieces of poop able to come out, maybe 2 or 3 inches long each and about an inch wide. I kept releasing lots of loud gas as my coworker proceeded to push out a big one. I could hear it crackling in the adjacent stall he was sitting in. My bowels decided they couldn't push anymore poop out, in spite of all of the heaps of food I consumed the previous day, and just kept releasing gas. I heard the telltale *bloop* from my coworker's stall followed by him releasing a soft fart, *pft-t-t-t-t-t*. We both wiped up and met at the sinks. I knew there was a ticking time bomb in my gut because it still felt very full and bloated.
My lower GI tract started gurgling for the next few hours. My coworker heard it in the car, plus I kept farting, mostly silently, but the smell gave away what I was doing. He then asked, "Do you need to poop again!?" I told him, "I wasn't able to get everything out at the gas station." He laughed and said, "That's unfortunate." I mentioned "The constant diet of restaurant food is messing with my digestive system. I'm used to eating lots of fresh produce." He then responded, "You sure do eat like a horse. You should get yourself checked out to see if you have a tapeworm." We cracked open the window because my farting was making the car stink.
We continued working until we finished our assignment. Then we headed back to the service center to get more work, around 4 pm. This is where we discovered that the jobs were all done, and I'd be going back to my home town the next morning to return to working at the office I normally worked at.
It is here that my lower GI tract decided it was really time. It felt like an emergency situation again. I headed to the Mens' locker room downstairs to take a much needed emergency dump, able to feel the turtle's head painfully poking towards my underwear with each footstep. When I got in, just my bad luck, as the cleaning lady was in there doing her job. She was this cute-ish 20-something white chick of about my age with brown hair.
I immediately asked her, "Is there another bathroom I can use?" She responded, "Second floor by the stairs, kiddo."
I barely made it up two flights of stairs, each step making the load in my colon feel heavier and heavier, and found the restroom. It was gender neutral and locked. I knocked on the door and heard a woman's voice, "I'm in here." and I waited there awkwardly, feeling as if I was about to shit myself. There was a vent at the bottom of the door and I could hear the toilet paper intermittently being rolled for the next 2 minutes or so, followed by a flush, use of the sink, and rolling some paper towels. Some overweight red-haired lady in her 30s exited the room. She gave me a blank expression, possibly embarrassed, as I entered the room.
It was a relatively private, single-occupant setup. The only flaw was that vent at the bottom of the door, so the sound traveled outside. I proceeded to lock the door, and smelled a combination of poop and perfume. The toilet had some small brown smears in the porcelain. It appeared to me that she just took a dump and used perfume to try to hide her smell, in vain.
I took a seat and pulled my pants all the way to the floor, glad that I found a better restroom to use than the setup in the locker room with those awkwardly short doors. I planned to use this one from now on whenever I needed to poop in this building, if I were to ever return here. The privacy was very inviting and my bowels had no nervousness, allowing the consequences of all of the previous days' as of yet unreleased feasting to effortlessly slide out. It was big, smooth, and soft, forcibly spreading my buttcheeks apart, leaving quite a mess as it slowly crackled out.
The crackling continued for about two minutes straight as the massive dirt snake slithered on out. As I felt the tail end sliding out, I heard the unmistakable sound of a cleaning bucket being dragged up the stairs and across the floor to just outside the door.
*knock knock* "Housekeeping!"
I responded, "I'm in here."
*PLOP-T*
This large soft turd audibly dropped into the toilet.
She immediately responded, "Sorry!"
I could hear her mopping the floor as I spent the next couple minutes trying to push the last of it out. I still didn't feel empty, but nothing more would come out. I kept straining, until I felt it...
*ROAR-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-RT*
On of the loudest farts I ever produced reverberated about the room, sounding as loud as a muscle car with nitrous and no muffler having it cranked open with the accelerator to the floor. It was immdiately followed by...
*tztztztztz-FLOOP*
...lasting all of about 2 seconds as a much smaller turd slid out.
I heard the cleaning lady outside whisper "My God!" My insides were empty and I was ready to wipe.
I spent the next 2 minutes wiping up, first by using toilet paper to pull golf ball sized wads of soft crap stuck to my butt off of it, then using the sink next to the toilet as an opportunity to expedite the cleaning process by using wet toilet paper for the last half of the wiping. My butt started as an absolutely smeared mess, so this sink being available was very welcome, and it worked. The toilet bowl was filled above the water line with a soft coil of poop, and a smaller six-inch turd on top of it. I worried it was going to clog. When I flushed, it went down, but the toilet was now a thoroughly smeared mess with streaks that would give any car enthusiast envy, but my butt was cleaned much better than it would have been had I used the restroom downstairs and had to fully rely exclusively on the John Wayne toilet paper present in this building without the benefit of a sink. I flushed a second time and that didn't change the outcome for the toilet, but it was the best I could do.
I washed my hands. When I exited the restroom, the cleaning lady was standing there right by the door, patiently waiting. She recognized me from 10 minutes ago and gave me a knowing smile, greeting me with "Hello again." She immediately sprayed air freshener as she entered and I left while she was tidying the place up. I felt embarrassed that she heard that fart and then had to clean up after me. But it wasn't exactly a new experience to me, either.
My coworker and I left, and went to get dinner at a steakhouse before returning to our hotel. I stuffed myself stupid, once again. I remember eating an entire 40oz Porterhouse stake, a salad, a plat of the spiciest chicken wings they had, onion rings, a piece of chocolate cheesecake ala mode, and some crab legs. I took an uneventful poop in the hotel room bathroom later that night of normal(for me at least) size. It was about a foot long and an inch wide, and flushed down without drama.
The next morning, this coworker and I parted ways and I drove back to the office I normally worked from, 400 miles or so away. Early in the drive, my post-breakfast dump decided it wanted out. I stopped at a rest stop, and proceeded to the Mens' room as a middle-aged father and two small children, both a boy and a girl each no older than 4, followed me in. I took the first stall next to the two urinals, latched the door, once again showed off my hairless legs off to everyone who would enter the restroom, and the three who followed me in took the adjacent handicap stall.
Initially I didn't feel like I needed to go badly, that this was going to be another normal dump. I felt a slight need to fart that I was holding back while walking to the restroom not wanting to gas out the father and two kids right behind me. I'd rather do that after being seated, rather than fart in their faces. It was here that my bowels decided this would be an eventful visit. Maybe I ate TOO much at that steakhouse, or perhaps something there didn't agree with me, but I'm glad I held that "fart". As soon as I sat on the toilet and gently pushed out the "fart", I realized it wasn't a fart. It was liquid, and as the opening salvo squirted out, I felt my insides twist and churn in pain. Then there was more farting, accompanied by the rapid, involuntary explosion of loose stool.
*BRA-A-A-A-PT plook-tup-plip plop BLOOSH FWERRRRRRT shloop WOMP PROP-OP-OP-OP-P*
It all forced its way out and my sphincter was powerless to stem the flow or quiet the noise. And it burned. I heard one of the kids in the next stall exclaim, "Is that boy pooping!? Daddy, I hear him pooping loud!" The dad then exclaimed, "Shut up and mind your own business!" "Why's he pooping so loud?" One of the kids then announced "I have to poop too daddy." "Wait for your sister to finish."
I continued blasting away as the three finished up in the stall over the next 5 minutes. My noises were so overpowering I didn't hear the activity in their stall next to me, except for the kids occasionally commenting on the sounds. It was mildly embarrassing because they saw who I was before I entered the stall and hard every detail of my intestinal distress. They eventually finished up and left.
10 minutes later, I was still glued to the toilet with waves of diarrhea intermittently blasting itself out every 2 or 3 minutes, loudly echoing about the room as unusually warm gas and semi-solid feces forced its way out of me. Someone else rushed into the restroom and I could see through the gap in the stall door a fat, balding, middle-aged bearded man hurry into the adjacent handicapped stall. He too had the shits. I heard lots of farting, grunting, and a rapid machine-gun firing of poop from his stall, complimenting my own farting and the sound of pennies being dropped into a wishing well in rapid succession.
After another 5 minutes or so, we both wiped up and taking at last a good 7 or 8 passes each to do so, flushed, and met at the sinks. He stared me down with a look of awkwardness, as if I was rude for exiting at the same time as him. But in truth, I just wanted to get out of this restroom ASAP because it smelled like butt.
I got into my car and completed the trip back home.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Holding in a Huge Wee then letting it all out + a big Poo P2
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and I still need to find a area where I can tinkle you see my bladder is bursting in response and I need to wee so badly but Rosalina is already using the toilet. I could always go in the bushes or maybe even that thankfully clean porta potty or I could used a real potty. I don't want to end up wetting my panties. But still using a real chamber pot potty might be a good option. So I grab the chamber pot and find myself a real quant but also private area AKA my bedroom. I put the chamber pot down, lift up my dress, pull down my royal panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then I sit down on my chamber pot adjusting myself squatting on my footstool. I have to admit my bottom looks quite small sitting on this chamber pot but doesn't matter. "TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssshhh dripdripdrop!" Ahhhh yeah that feels so nice weeing in there. Uh oh I think I need to do a big poo as well! I grunt and clutch onto both sides of the potty. (TOOOOOTT PPAAARRRPP!!) Having a big dump in a chamber pot potty is a tough duty filling up this thing with all my waste that I've got brewing up. But still worth it pinching my loaf from my bottom poo hole. Until I feel a loud crackle from there as I sigh to myself and then I pooed a lot. "PLOP SPLAT PLOOP PAAAAARRRRPP SPLASH PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK plop plop plop plop ploop!!" I feel so much better now after all that pooing. Time to wipe my vagina and my bottom. But wait a second I forgot all about the toilet paper. Ohhhhh for cripes sakes I knew I forgot something. ROSALINA!!