Princess Toadstool Peach
One Large Thick BM Pooh Poo when I Wake up in the Morning!
YAAAAAWWWNNN!! Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I had woken up after a goodnight deep sleep. Now I suppose it's time for a good old fashioned bathroom break because I need to make a large BM Pooh poo. So I walk over to the bathroom, walk over to the toilet, lift the toilet lid, lift up my dress, yank down my panties, give my bottom a little wiggle and sit down on the toilet as I prepare to pinch my loaf. I'm going to have a massive dump today filling up this toilet. I grunt, I squeeze and push as I let it all out squatting as I do so. "PLOP SPLAT PLOOP PAAAAARRRRPP SPLASH PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK plop plop plop plop ploop!! TSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh drip drip drop!!" Oh sounds like I needed a wee too. Nevermind it's time to wipe! I wipe my vagina bladder keyhole and my bottom nice and clean. Then I get off the toilet, pull up my pink royal panties and lift down my dress then I peer into the toilet. Sheesh I really need I lay off the bran oat flakes they are making my big royal brownload bowels look even thicker and larger than normal. Better remember to flush! (FLUSSSSSSSSsssssshhhh BURP!!) What the hell? Ehhhh doesn't matter. Now I suppose I better wash my hands. See you guys next time bye bye now! (How can my toilet burp like that?)
Jessica
Reply to LC
Hi LC, good to hear about your vacation story! It seems I'm always having some type of interesting story when I'm vacation, as I often have trouble going while travelling and end up having a really big movement at some point in the trip that suddenly comes out of nowhere. As I mentioned, I did have an interesting experience at the airport washroom, and I'd be happy to share if you're interested.
On to your question. I actually did have a new experience with the custodian staff just a few days ago. I had Mexican food the night before and on my way to work I was feeling the need to poop. I hadn't pooped in four days which is a bit long for me as I usually poop every two days. Anywho, I think the beans from the Mexican food really worked on me. When I arrived at the office I immediately put down my stuff and headed to the washrooms. I'm usually one of the first people to come in during the mornings so I have the whole office to myself. I entered the first stall and lined the toilet bowl with toilet paper. Not sure if you do this as well but I've always been taught since I was a kid to cover the seat before using a public toilet. I pulled up my black dress and sat on the toilet. I wasn't wearing any underwear on this particular day, which I do from time to time, just a personal preference I guess. But as I was beginning to replace the same custodian came in and I guess he recognized my heels because he said he could wait outside again like last time. This time I told home he could go ahead and clean if he'd like and that I don't mind if he cleans when I'm in here for future reference. He eagerly agreed and rolled in his cleaning cart. He asked how I was doing and before I could answer I let out a long wet fart. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. My stomach isn't feeling so good this morning," I replied. "No worries, it's a washroom. Don't mind me just do what you need he replied." "Thanks," I said as I continued to let out a spurt of sloppy poop into the bowl. As I mentioned, I hadn't gone in four days so I knew this was going to be a long one. I continued having diarrhea for the next 20 minutes and I could tell the cleaner was enjoying it as he was definitely taking his time while cleaning. After a total of 30 minutes I finally finished. I knew it would take several wipes until I was clean. Especially since I wasn't wearing any underwear which meant I would need to be extra clean back there. I wiped around 10 times and then I heard the custodian say "wow, must've been a messy one." Laughing a bit I agreed and told him I might need a new roll as the one in the stall was running low. He handed me a new roll under the stall and I finished whipping after 8 more wipes. Looking into the bowl it wall completely full of liquid poop and toilet paper but luckily it all went down. I exited the stall to wash my hands and the custodian was waiting by the sinks as he gave me a big smile. He asked if I was feeling better and thanked me for letting him clean and as I exited the washroom I saw him enter my stall for cleaning. Hope you enjoyed my latest experience. I definitely think I'll have alot more.
Byeeee
Cow
How I learned to stop worrying and love fiber supplements.
So from one pooper to all other poopers here, I don't know what everybody's experience with fiber supplements (like Metamucil, or psyllium husk), but I feel weird that I constantly recommend it to people and they just... don't really get it?
I appreciate not having to sit there for 30 minutes wiping my ass until it bleeds, and I never understood why people feel weirded out by the changes to texture, if anything it just makes cleanup easier.
The smell changes a bit but personally I like it? It's kind of like that animal manure smell you get in farms or when horses are walking around town.
Also in case you need to go in a rush it makes THAT a lot easier, and even if you have to use something improvised like a plastic bag, a trash bucket or something, it will easily fit and will easily clean out (because who poops in a place to make a mess that can't be cleaned? That's just mean.)
Anyway, I don't really have a place to go spout all the great virtues of just taking some fiber supplements so you lot get to see it here.
Lena
Introduction
I already attempted to introduce myself in April but it failed somehow. My name is Lena, I am 33, German, married and mother of two boys at elementary school age. I been a reader on this site for four years now, but never posted until now.
I been dealing with some constipations for a couple years now, but I try not stress about it, as far as studies are concerned, pooping every day to every third day is fine, so no worries if you don't poop daily either!
Darlene
Lost another pair of panties again..
I ate at my usual spot before going to work and unfortunately it didn't agree with me. So, I decided to tough it out and try my best to ignore my stomach pain. Once I was finally home, I immediately went to use the bathroom and thought I was finished to my surprise I wasn't because it woke me up out of my sleep hours later after I showered earlier. So, long story short.. I couldn't make it and still had to go.
Once I was done, I made sure to shower and get rid of the evidence of the panties that were messed up.
MD Dan
Emergency Porta-Potty Visit
Hey everyone! In case anyone was curious, I have gone on a few dates with with the girl from the grocery store, but nothing has happened of any interest regarding the topic of this forum. We'll see if that changes. Anyway, quick story from today.
I was driving around after work and suddenly had a desperate need to shit. Not diarrhea or anything, but I hadn't gone in a couple days and things were ready to come out. I knew I was by a park that had just been added onto so I decided to stop in there (I was really desperate). I drove around down a hill to the back lower portion that had just been built, kind of hoping for a restroom building. Alas, they just added two portable toilets but I was willing to try. Fortunately, school was still in session and the park was nearly deserted. I say nearly because there was another car with put of state tags that just parked as I rounded the bend. As I parked, a gorgeous light-skinned African American woman, wearing a tight blue shirt and some very nice looking khaki shorts, in her 30s got out of the car, quickly glanced at me, and made a beeline for the handicapped portable toilet. I parked, got out and headed to the only other toilet available, a regular sized portable toilet right next to the handicapped one.
I was barely holding on at this point, but I had to clear some spiders off the seat and wipe it off. As I was doing this, I could hear the woman drop her shorts, her metal belt buckle clanking on the plastic grate. I heard her pee splashing as I took a seat. I knew she could hear me drop my pants too since my belt buckle also made a loud clanking sound. I sat down and let out a soft fart that echoes in the plastic basin. The woman's pee died off and we sat in silence for a few seconds. I could hear her breathing in and out, increasing in volume. Suddenly she took a sharp inhale and I could hear a loud crackling that went on and on, seemingly never ending. Eventually, a loud thhhunk came from her side as this long log dropped from her. Feeling something moving, I pushed a little as a log crackled out of me and thudded in the chemical, then another one crackled out, thudding again, then another crackle-thid from me, and finally, a fourth log fell with a thud. I topped it all off with an echoing fart.
I heard the woman giggle a little and whisper to herself, "Damn, dropping some bombs over there." Her breathing quickened again and I could hear her moan a little. "Shit," she whispered again. Then crackle crackle BOOM, a log exploded from her and splashed loudly in the chemical. Brrrrappt, crackle, crackle thud, brrrraaapppt. She let loose one more round of gas and shit into the toilet. "Whew, blowing it up over here too" she whispered to herself with another giggle. I was waiting for her to finish and started wiping at the same time she did. We came out at the same time and she looked over at me, a giant grin on her face. She just shook her head and chuckled. I chuckled back and we both walked back to our cars still grinning at each other, and drove away.
That's all for now. Take care!Bianca
Holding It
To Toiletkid: I held in a poop this morning while in bed, too. When I finally went, the urge had grown. I had diarrhea while mom used the other bathroom. Toby hasn't came back to visit dayhab in a long while, so I've not heard her pee. She actually works in another dayhab if I'm not mistaken. My new paper shredder I got in April has the continuous run setting like the first. If I made a recording of my pee, I would play it like that as white noise. I have also heard the continuous setting called play. Regardless of the name of this shredder setting, I'll immagene a run on pee while using it. Anyway, the rest of my poop today was kind of runny. ByeEric
Changes when having a cold
I usually poop every day after breakfast without much effort. But two days ago I had a bit hard and difficult movement. The day after I caught a cold and had fever. I had some oatmeal with prunes to ease things along. Afterwards I went to the bathroom to try to poop, but again I just passed gas and a few small disappointing pebbles. But this morning I was hoping the prunes would give some effect. I didn't have any coffee in case I had too many prunes. But I got absolutely no urge at all after breakfast, but went to the bathroom anyway. After about 10 mins of waiting I was able to pass a smal stool. So, yeah. Maybe it's the fever, maybe it's something else. I was also just resting in the couch all day which does not help either. Hoping for something more substantial tomorrow (or earlier!)Nytecat
A story about my dad helping me for Father's Day.
Many countries including the US, UK, and Canada observe Father's Day on the third Sunday in June. I lost my dad 10 years ago but I'm grateful for everything he did for us.
There are plenty of bathroom related stories I could tell about him. But today I'm going to describe an accident I had as a five year old. Even though I was supposedly potty trained, I didn't always make it. On this particular day, dad and I were home by ourselves. I believe it was a Sunday morning and mom had gone to church alone. I felt the need to poop coming on fairly strong, so I proceeded to the bathroom. At that age I did not yet close the bathroom door when I did number one or number two. I went in, raised the lid on the toilet, and pulled my Carter's briefs to my knees. Before I could turn around and sit on the toilet, the turd fell out of my butt and landed right in my underwear.
I tried my best but I just couldn't help it. I didn't know what to do next so I started crying. I always cried when I pooped myself. The sounds of my sobbing drew dad to the bathroom and he quickly assessed the situation. Dad was the sterner of my two parents. He would spank me if I misbehaved. Every other time I had an accident, it was mom who kindly cleaned me up. Without her in the house, I thought I was in big trouble and he was going to let me have it. I just stood there in fear with my butt and penis exposed and my loaded underpants still around my knees. What was he going to do? He calmly pulled some toilet paper off the roll, wrapped it around his hand, and removed the poo from my underwear. He dumped the turd and TP into the toilet and flushed it. Then he pulled my barely stained briefs up and sent me on my way. I was so relieved that he wasn't mad at me! I'm sure he told mom about my accident when she got back. But I don't recall any further discussion about what happened.
Annie
Poop half an hour after breakfast
Got up this morning, went to the washroom, brushed my teeth, grabbed my Walmart bag from my room and went upstairs for breakfast. My caregiver told me to microwave breakfast for 4 minutes (she was going to bed. She stays up all or most of the night cooking and cleaning and sleeps during the day. She sets alarms to get up to make and serve meals. I'm very thankful to her for that). While I was sitting and eating she put down 2 pieces of toast since lunch was on the table too. After breakfast I took my morning (9 AM) medications, grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar and went downstairs to my room. Stomach felt very full.
Finally a few minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag (habit though I don't have toilet paper today), took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, walked outside my room, put the flip flops on outside my room, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Luckily it was empty. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my black sweatpants and dark green high cut underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed a lot first then pushed out quite a bit of poop. I think it was a poop that broke in half (semi-solid) or two different poops. Either way it was coming out so I was happy. No straining, no pain. Healthy food and lots of water equals healthy poop. And since I was a skinny tall girl my poops were usually big. When I was done I pushed back my sleeves, stood up with my pants and underwear around my ankles and carefully walked to the sink. Turned on the tap, wet my hands, took some liquid soap, cleaned my butt, rinsed it afterwards and washed my hands. Pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. Wow! There was one long poop in the toilet taking up a lot of the toilet. I'm not sure how long (in feet or inches) but it was really long and smooth. Flushed the toilet and it went down. Reflushed again once the toilet refilled. Yup. Washed my hands again (with my soap-a broken bar of soap), turned off the tap, picked up the Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light, left the washroom, went to outside my room, took off the flip flops outside my room, turned on the bedroom light, went into my room, dried my hands on the towels in here and that's that. Happy Father's Day to all the dads here. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, be safe, healthy and happy.
Happy pooping!
AnnieTricky
The mass bike ride
It was roughly 1 month after the events of the post "Storm Duty Pt2" on Page 3059.
There was a mass bike ride scheduled as an event by the city I was living in, and my employer encouraged participation. I signed up. The streets were blocked off to car traffic by police and there were thousands of participants. I decided to bring my own custom built bike to show off its capabilities, as it was rather unique.
Anyhow, the ride was 19 miles long. When I got to the end of the ride, I met up with a female coworker who was in her late 20s. She was thin with pale skin, black hair and an attractive face. We met up at a station providing fruit and water, as well as nearby portable toilets. I took advantage of free bananas and water as she was asking me questions about my bike and my future plans for it.
As we were talking, two middle aged ladies approached us. They were also interested in my bike. We continued talking.
My female coworker wanted to take a picture of me and the bike for use on the company website and complimented me on how photogenic I was. During the course of the conversation, I mentioned my age, and to the surprise of the middle-aged ladies, one of them commented, "You look like a teenager!" I looked like a skinny high school kid, even though I was well into my 30s, and it fascinated them.
The conversation continued.
After a few minutes of talking, my bowels signaled a need to take a massive dump. I recall not going that morning after breakfast before the ride in effort to make it on time, so I skipped one of my 3-4x daily BMs that usually occur after each meal, and within seconds I had a massive turtle's head viciously poking at my o-ring threatening to come out and smear the back of my underwear, or worse.
So I excused myself, "I'm sorry to interrupt this conversation, but I need to use the bathroom."
I then looked toward my female coworker. "Would you please watch my bike? It will only be a few minutes."
She then responded, "Sure. I'll make sure no one steals it."
The porta-potties were similar to the ones at the closed off office I had used in the story "Storm Duty Pt 1" on Page 3059, except without a second fixture type with the exposed urinal troughs available. There were 6 of them, none in use. They were all small, single user units, fully covered on 3 sides, but on the remaining side there was a door that left a 1 foot gap at the bottom and a larger gap at the top, the door still exposing the feet and ankles of the user when shut. They had a urinal inside as well as a sit-down toilet with a chemical solution below, but no sink or soap foam.
Many times, me and this coworker had heard each other using the toilet through the vent placed between the Mens' room and Womens' room on our floor at our workplace, so I had zero embarrassment or reservations about using it to poop with her standing less than 10 feet away. Or the two older ladies, for that matter. So many cleaning ladies had heard me pooping or intruded upon me doing so in a public Mens' room stall that this awkward toilet arrangement didn't bother me in the least.
I shut the door, locked it, dropped my pants all the way to my shoes with my hairless legs exposed, and sat on the toilet, with them standing outside right next to my bike. I felt my anus quickly open as a fart quickly escaped.
*FROR-R-R-R-T*
The plastic pit made the fart echo. I was almost certain they heard it. A long turd quickly slid out of my butt following the fart.
*PLAPT*
It splashed the chemical solution below with enough force that I remember it splashing my butthole. Meanwhile, they all were standing less than 10 feet away from me.
As I continued pushing excrement out of my body, they continued the conversation, asking me questions about my bike. I answered them.
I explained that I rode this bike a lot and had thousands of miles on it already.
My coworker complimented me on my fitness, as I sat there, pants at my shoes, ankles exposed, and a log of crap hanging halfway out of my butt. It was obvious what I was doing at the time. I explained that I went through a lot of calories riding it.
My coworker's response: "I bet!"
The second turd slid out and dropped into the solution below.
*PLAPT*
I started wiping, as we continued talking. It took quite a few passes as it was a very messy and sticky BM. The toilet paper was not of very good quality, either.
Perhaps 5 minutes had elapsed by the time I finished, most of it spent wiping, as I pulled my pants up, buckled my belt, and exited the port-o-potty.
The three were waiting there with my bike, a few footsteps outside the portopotty I had just taken a massive dump in. I was the only one using the toilets, and I'm sure they heard my poop dropping into the chemical solution below from where I sat, and maybe the initial fart as well. I had absolutely zero shame or embarrassment.
There was nothing to wash my hands with before leaving. Upon exiting the unit, one of the older ladies greeted me with the comment, "I have some hand sanitizer."
She offered it to me and I rubbed my hands with it gladly, having just used one of those hands to wipe my butt with toilet paper, and having touched the filthy surfaces inside the portable toilet with who knows what on them.
My female coworker and I then rode our bikes back to the office.
Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
Golf Balls
Hi Everyone. Thank you Willa for your kind words. We hope you enjoy wonderful avalanche whenever you want to enjoy, and your wifey will enjoy with you.
We had wonderful time this morning again, we thought it would be bad weather but it was fine, so we laid newspapers and then put our potties to squat. Already very hot even it was early morning, so we were birthday suit.
Same as usual, we waited a bit for Maho to start, she always start slowly. After about 3 minutes her face became to pink and golf ball landed in her potty. So her 3 crushes relaxed, and three avalanches. At same time Maho gave second golf ball.
Hisae and Kazu and Mina were repeat avalanches, so after about 7 minutes we took potties to loo. Then we lined with new loo paper and back to newspaper area and Maho, there were six golf balls in her potty, so Mina put own potty under Maho and took Maho's potty to loo. When Mina came back with Maho's potty there were 3 more golf balls in Mina's potty.
Mina squat over Maho's potty, and avalanches started again because Kazu and Hisae waiting for Mina. But avalanches smaller now. Smaller, but quite many. Every few minutes new avalanche, and golf balls under Maho.
"Maholin, those brown golf balls are soooooo beautiful. How you manage to create so beautiful golf balls and so many? We only create ugly avalanche."
"Not ugly avalanche! Minappe, Kazuchan, Chae, your avalanche soooo beautiful!!"
One second after Maho said that, large avalanche came out from Hisae's bubble butt, so we began giggle.
But our avalanches not avalanches any more. Only little pieces now. Not so nice shape, but OK. Maho still giving golf balls. "Maholin, beautiful." So beautiful expression on Maho's beautiful face while she pushing out beautiful golf balls from beautiful bubble butt, looking at us with beautiful smile with the love of her beautiful heart.
"Maholin you looking at us so warm eyes, we are going to cry."
Golf ball from Maho.
Tears start. Why she is so beautiful??
Suddenly Maho's beautiful bubble butt dome out strongly, and two huge bananas land with splash! Mina stand and put own potty under Maho and empty Maho's potty in loo again. When Mina back, under Maho is Mina's potty (Maho's original potty) full with Mina's mierda, plus two new golf balls.
"Maholin you don't finish?"
"I don't finish. My bottom still full."
"Wow." Three crushes say this together. We decided we still squat, because little pieces come out maybe. Maho's bubble butt hover over Mina's potty again, it is empty now. Mina take back Maho's potty and squat and small bururururu into that potty. Little bit noisy. Crushes look at Mina with tearful face and warm eyes, and blow kiss! "Minappé, beautiful mierda from beautiful bubble butt." (Why they say??)
More and more and more golf balls from Maho's bubble butt. Now we are all crying tears, even Maho. There is furious love all over green flat. Our hearts burning like great fire of London!!
Suddenly Maho's bubble butt domes out again and large avalanche! Not bananas, but one big huge mushy.
"I finish very soon".
We are squatting about 25 minutes, but strange thing, we don't feel uncomfortable. Perhaps we are accustom to squat.
Finally we finish. Maybe about 33 minutes is total. We go through usual routine, wash bottom, dry bottom of crush, take shower, go to tatami room, after long time there we drink tea, then change clothes and go to shopping.
How wonderful time we had. We hope everyone can have such the wonderful time in the way they want. Everyone have each favourite way!!
Love to Everybody.
Chakamami
P.S. Mina have question. Mina learn "bubble butt" in this site, but she likes "bottom" better than "butt". Is it a good English to say "bubble bottom"?? Thank you advance for answer.
Sunday, June 16, 2024
Blakey
Public poo
Hi Blakey here, and I've got another story for you.
Today I used the men's room while out and about and while dressed in a feminine way. Scared a few guys and embarrassed a couple.
For background I'm a White 20 year old trans (MtF) girl. I'm 5ft 4in so I'm really short.
Anyhow today I was out and about running some errands when I felt the need to poo, so I stopped by the local park only to find that the ladies room was out of order. Well I couldn't wait so I decided to use the men's toilets instead. Upon entering the bathroom I found that there were six toilets, three in a row and three per side with no stall walls or doors. The seats appeared to be clean and there was lots of toilet paper in the holders. I took the pot closest to the door on the left side, right next to the sinks. I quickly wiped the seat, lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and sat. It took a bit but I began to poo. It was wet slop. A few guys came in and turned around at the door and left. Finally one had the courage to come in. He took the toilet furthest away and tried not to look in my direction. After about ten minutes he was up and out. The second guy to come in questioned why I was there, I explained that the ladies room was out of order and I couldn't hold it. He took the toilet right across from me and we continued our conversation, the whole time he was red in the face. Soon after he left I finished. I wiped, fixed my skirt and panties and left. Feeling much relieved.
That's all for now.
Comments and Questions appreciated!
Toiletkid
After ignoring urge to go at night
n the middle of the night, I woke up with an urge to go to the bathroom. I ignored the urge at first time, because I wanted to continue sleeping. This morning, when I woke up, I felt a persistent urge to poop and had a stomachache. I immediately went to the bathroom, but found that it was occupied by Paint. So, I waited until he was done. When he left, I went to the toilet and saw that Paint had forgotten to flush after himself. The toilet water was yellow from urine. I flushed the toilet, pulled down my pants and underwear, lowered the toilet seat, and sat down. I farted loudly and pushed. Then, with a soft crackling sound, poop slowly crawled out of my butt and fell into the toilet with a loud plop. I felt better, but it wasn't over. With another fart, more poop slowly came out and fell into the water. Then I pushed again, and some small poops fell into the bowl. Finally, a large one came out. This poop was slowly crawling out of my butt and falling into the toilet with a loud splash. I then wiped my ass with three pieces of toilet paper. I pulled up my underwear and pants and flushed the toilet. My stomach stopped aching.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Drinking, Eating, Sitting, Weeing, Pooing, Wiping and Flush!
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I just finished a big lunch of Lobster Pizza with some Buffalo wings and garlic bread and about 5 drinks of red wine (BURP!!) Excuse me! And now I have the urge to go make a really big poo and a wee as well. So I rush upstairs to the bathroom as my intestines fill up with poo and ready to come out, I walk over to the toilet, lift the toilet lid, lift up my dress, yank down my panties, give my bottom a little wiggle and sit down and then I go ahead and start to pinch my loaf taking that massive 5 inch thick dump I got brewing up in my bottom poo hole. "PLOP SPLAT PLOOP PAAAAARRRRPP SPLASH PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK plop plop plop plop ploop!!" Then I start to wee. Strong and loud it tinkles like a waterfall. "TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssshhhhh dripdrip drop!!" Then I start to wipe with the toilet paper taking care of the paperwork as brown starts leaving town. Phew! Woo! I thought I never finish. I almost filled up the whole bowl. (KNOCK KNOCK!! Princess Rosalina: Peach are you in here? I need to go badly!!) Just one second my best friend I better get off the toilet, pull up my pink royal panties and lift down my dress FAST!! Now to flush this all down and quickly does it. (FLUUUSSSSSSsssshhh!!) Now to wash my hands with liquid soap and warm water and leave the bathroom so Rosalina my best friend can use it. Gotta go everyone. Bye bye now!!
Responses to Richard's Survey
1. I was on potty restrictions because I was raised by a single mother. We were out a lot at arena events and shopping. We fought and fought but until I was 2 months by my 8th birthday she insisted that I go into the women's bathroom with her. By age 6 it started to look a little awkward, but she wouldn't budge because of what's in the news and her fear for my safety. Only after an intervention from my babysitter did mom reconsider her decision.
2. C
3. A & C
4. F I would wait until mom was in a conversation with someone and I would quickly get lost behind some bushes and do my pee. Once she saw me coming back and asked what I was doing. I told her I was chasing a little bird which could only halfway fly.
5. D Try not to get too energetic, even when others were provoking me.
By the time I started 3rd grade, this 7th grade girl became my regular babysitter. She was no where as uptight as mom. At places like the movies and roller skating, she would go into the ladies room when we got somewhere and she would encourage me to go into the guys room. I was almost always done before her. Once I had to wait extra longer for her to get done. She came out, bragging about how relieved she was after her "dump." I thought that word was so funny. I couldn't stop laughing at first. Later she explained what a mess would be created if either of us fell while skating.Dillon
Response to Emily
Jenna doesn't get constipated that much but when she does, she takes even longer to poop and she's already a long pooper to begin with. I've also been friends with her since day 1 just like my bestie Maggie. I don't think Jenna knows about that method and every time she's told me she was constipated, she'd just push really hard whether that's at her place, mine, or in public. Jenna told me that she leans all the way back then pushes for a few minutes if she's pooping for more than 30 minutes. Her normal poops are already around 15-30 minutes cause she already loves taking long shits.
Willa
@Chakamami… thank you so much for appreciating my stories and my enjoyment of pooping!! Happy pooping to all of you!! It's been fun to be back on this site for a bit. I will definitely come and go. (I get a little too wrapped up sometimes and need to take a break). Happy pooping to all and see you all soon!
LC
Replies
@ Jessica - Thanks for the reply and curious to hear if you have any more chance encounters with the custodian staff, or other stories. I also enjoyed your story about the shared bathroom trip with your significant other. It sounded like a bit of a bonding experience.
To answer your question, yes I have had similar experiences to your trip with my wife. My wife and I had one notable experience like you described where we both became sick from the water and took turns using the toilet. Another time, my wife hadn't been able to for a few days and ended up taking a very large, unflushable log in a single occupancy unisex bathroom while visiting a tourist location. We were by ourselves with single tour guide. Within in minutes, a large bus of tourists showed up and queued for the bathroom, only to find it had been disabled by the large movement. Lol. I founded it very funny, as many left the bathroom with a shocked look. I joked that it may have been worthy of a picture. My wife laughed but I think was also a little embarrassed. To be clear, the tourists would have had no idea it was her. We do sometimes playfully tease each other about such things.
@ Anna from Austria - Is it more frequent for you to find other women pooping at work or for them to find you? Is there anything notable about your co-workers from this perspective?
@ Ragner - Were you impressed by the size of your ex's poos or the streaks they left behind? Would she ever warn you about the aftermath?
@ Catherine - Always fun to hear from you. I must admit one of your previous posts about your friend "Beth" piqued my curiosity. I am wondering if you ever had any more adventures with her.
LC
Tricky
Clogged a toilet on a date
The events of this story occurred two weeks after the events of "First time pooping on a first date", with the same girlfriend.
Her mother prepared a feast for us as promised. As usual, I gorged myself. I went through no less than a pound of ham, multiple pounds of greenbean casserole, at least three crowns of steamed broccoli, a dozen or so deviled eggs, and finished off a half of a watermelon that remained after everyone else had their fill. Then we had apple pie and vanilla-cinnamon ice cream for dessert. I was completely stuffed and crammed myself with 2 days worth of food in one sitting. Her parents were impressed that my 120 lb self could cram so much food in me. And it was all good food. Her mother asked me I was "...going to be alright?", somewhat concerned at the quantity of food I crammed into myself. I'd easily eaten 10 lbs of food in one sitting, and my gut stuck out noticeably as if I was a pregnant woman, even though I was a 5'-10" adult man(that still looked like a little boy) and only 120 lbs. I stayed the night and slept on the couch on my back, blissfully assimilating the material.
The next day, it was in the early afternoon. I hadn't pooped all day. Me and the girlfriend were walking around through a park near her parents' condo, which was maybe a half of a mile away, and got to know each other a bit better. About 30 minutes into our walk around the park, we stopped at a pavilion to sit down and discuss our plans for the future along with our college courses. It was crowded and we got the only remaining table. About 5 minutes into that conversation, I had to crap once again. And the need came very quickly and forcefully, thanks to yesterday's feasting.
There was a restroom building nearby. I excused myself to use the restroom, telling my date,
"I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom."
I walked over to the nearby Mens' room and was followed in by two other men, both of whom I recognized from my university and who greeted me by name. They were a gay couple from a Calculus class I was taking, both of whom liked to look at me a lot in class.
After I went in was when I discovered that this particular restroom had left a lot to be desired regarding privacy. It had two open urinals and two seatless aluminum sit-down toilets without stalls around them, all completely out in the open with no coverage. In spite of having used an open toilet at a military barracks with a crowd of other people in the room as a high school student(see Page 2955, "Semper Fi") and an open toilet in a locker room in middle school(see Page 2944, "A Middle School Poop Story"), along with a number of doorless stalls and half stalls with other people present, I was still very uncomfortable with this arrangement, especially since people I recognized from college who appeared attracted to me that I would be seeing again in class the next day were both in the same restroom that I needed to poop in.
This would have been bad enough with a normal stall to cover me, but I'd have endured that. The prospect of sitting on the toilet pushing out poop with my butt and privates entirely exposed to these two was too much. My nervousness was a remnant from grades 7-10 when I refused as much as I could to use the toilets at school for fear of bullying and lack of privacy. I knew my fellow university students wouldn't bully me, but the irrational fear they would remained, along with tho rational far that they would stare at me while I pooped. Whereas previously, my use of privacy-lacking facilities involved mostly people I'd never see again which made things less awkward, this was very awkward to me.
I immediately walked back out and returned to the table, and not 30 seconds had gone by. My girlfriend knew what was wrong, remarking,
Her: "I thought you needed to use the bathroom."
Me: "I do."
She started laughing.
Me: "What's so funny?"
Her: "Do you need to poop!?"
Me: "Yes. How did you know?"
Her: "I saw you eat last night, and these bathrooms suck. The ladies room doesn't even have stall doors."
Me: "The Mens' room doesn't even have stalls."
Her: "You're too embarrassed to use it, aren't you?"
Me: "There's zero privacy. And there's other people in there."
Her, laughing: "That's terrible!"
She paused a bit...
Her: "If you want, we can walk back to my parents' place."
Me: "That would be great."
Her: "Are you sure you can make it?"
I wasn't 100% confident I would. But I said "Yes" anyway. I didn't want to use the open toilets here, at all. I was still not comfortable with others watching me poop, especially people I knew, and especially people that in my mind were likely to derive pleasure watching me poop just to see my exposed butt and genitals.
So we walked back. It took about 10 minutes. As we were getting closer, I was letting farts quietly slip out as the turtles' head was violently poking at my sphincter. This one felt bad, and I had a sort of nauseous feeling, but not in my stomach, but in my lower GI tract. I could feel the heavy mass randomly pushing on my colon and lower GI tract, sloshing around as I walked. Once we got to the stairs, each step became increasingly treacherous as sharp pain shot up my lower back with each foot step. I barely made it to the front door, having to walk in such a way so as to avoid bending my midsection in any way, walking with a perfectly straight posture and bowl-legged, clenching my sphincter with everything I had, legit worried I was going to soil myself.
She opened the door, and I rushed over to the first bathroom near the living room, only to find the door open and her mother doing her makeup in the mirror.
Her mother: "Do you need to use the bathroom?"
Me: "Yes please. It's a bit of an emergency."
Her mother: "You can use the other one near the master bedroom. It's been fixed."
My girlfriend showed me the way there, and I stepped in, shut the door, and quickly pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet.
A firm, hard, thick log started coming out on its own for a few inches, but then after I had to push. It took a lot of effort, and every push caused me to grunt and grimace in pain, and only moved it maybe a few millimeters. It was knobby and hurt coming out, and I had to breath in before each push and breath out as it slid slightly out. My anus was stretched to its limit and it hurt. I was so thankful I was not doing this in view of my classmates while at the park, as I'd have been extremely embarrassed and probably have felt violated. Whereas here, I was only mildly embarrassed, and it was not my first time pooping in this residence and therefore well within my comfort zone.
I was in the bathroom for a good 15-20 minutes pushing this massive log of crap out, when there was a knock on the door.
I responded, "I'm in here."
It was her mother. She remarked, "I need to get my medicine out of the cabinet. Are you almost done?"
I was almost done pooping, but anticipating that it would be a messy one given its size, I responded, "A few more minutes. I'll try to hurry."
She then said, "No need to rush it."
Her intruding into my toilet visit, even if she didn't see me, made me nervous and slightly embarrassed, even though she heard me pooping on my first date weeks prior.
After another minute or so,
*FLOOP-T*
The tail end dropped into the toilet with a loud plop and that was that. When I wiped, surprisingly it wasn't very messy. I remember only needing 2 passes to get clean enough to where there was nothing on the toilet paper.
When I redressed and stood up to admire my handiwork, I knew there would be a problem. There was very little paper in the toilet bowl, but the most concerning feature was a giant unbroken dirt snake as big around as my forearm, coiling around the entire toilet bowl into a cartoonish looking pile resembling a giant poop emoji with a one foot diameter, complete with a taper at the end of the turd poking above the water line at the top of the pile and pointing upwards. The entire toilet bowl was full of poop from the previous day's excess food consumption. I looked for a plunger and found nothing. So I decided to flush it, not wanting to leave it there for her mother to stumble upon. Having clogged so many toilets before, including public toilets with much more suction than a low-flow residential commode, I should have known better, but in my nervousness, I wasn't thinking straight.
That was a mistake. Immediately, not even one quarter of the way down, it got stuck, and the water started to rapidly rise.
I quickly put up the toilet seat and exited the room. Her mother was in the nearby master bedroom, where I notified her of my embarrassing predicament.
Me: "I'm sorry, but I clogged the toilet, and it's flooding."
She responded, "Oh dear!"
Her mother rushed to the living room bathroom, only to find it locked.
My girlfriend was behind the door, yelling, "Yeah?"
Her mother in a panic exclaimed, "I need to get in right now! Please unlock the door!"
My girlfriend: "Can't it wait?!"
Her mother: "<My name omitted> flooded the other bathroom and I need to shut the water off!"
My girlfriend unlocked and opened the door and I saw my girlfriend sitting on the toilet. I quickly looked away as her mother went in and shut off the water, then exited the room with a plunger as my girlfriend shut the door.
We both rushed back to the other bathroom to address the clog and it was too late. The entire bathroom floor was flooded, the water was starting to soak the carpet of the hallway and the master bedroom, and half of the mountain of crap I left had spilled over onto the tile floor, leaving a thick brown trail down the side of the toilet after the water pushed it over the rim. It was disgusting.
Her mother remarked: "Oh dear!"
I apologized profusely, but the damage was done. She stood there in her sandals standing in the beige poop water soaking the floor as I watched her plunge the toilet for the next 15 seconds. Most of it went down with a *flup-t-t-t-t-t-t-WHOOSH* from the weight of the water pushing it down. She then said to me,
"Don't just stand there! Get something to clean it with out of the kitchen!"
So I did. I returned with paper towels, Clorox spray cleaner, and a trash bag, with my girlfriend now behind me having hurriedly finished up in the other bathroom to see the commotion.
Easily an entire pound of poop was on the floor next to the telltale smear going down the side of the toilet. I started picking up the mess with only the paper towels to separate the yucky matter from my hands, grabbing handfuls of the wet turd with them and putting it in the trash bag as her mother kept plunging the toilet, my girlfriend watching the entire sordid scene with some mix of disgust, fascination, and concern. It took multiple pickups to get it all into the trash bag. I then wiped the smears off the side of the toilet and sprayed it with the Clorox, as my girlfriend left and returned with a small trashcan, a toilet brush, and a jug of bleach, while her mother got some towels and used them to soak up as much of the water out of the tile floor as she could, and barricading the carpet in the adjacent room.
The three of us spent 30 minutes thoroughly cleaning that room and vacuuming the adjacent carpet in the hallway and master bedroom. My girlfriend took the trashbag outside. I was extremely embarrassed at the events that transpired and the fact that both of them saw my poop.
My girlfriend reassured me that everything was okay. Her mother turned the water back on in the other bathroom, came back, and told my girlfriend to "Please flush your shit down the toilet.", embarrassing her further after I'd briefly seen her on the toilet. I flushed the toilet I just used as well.
After we finished cleaning, her mother was visibly upset, took her pills, quickly showered, and left the place. My girlfriend apologized about everything and explained to me that her parents had just gotten that bathroom fixed up and the carpet was new.
That was our last date. This incident was not cited as the reason for the breakup, but I'm certain it played a not so insignificant role. Her parents were not in the least bit amused. This haunts me to this day. I should have just used the one at the park, and took a seat in front of two of my classmates, and let it all out there. It would have avoided what became a horrific mess, or at the very worst, instead clogged the toilet at the park and left the mess there instead of flooding her parents' condo and personally revealing to her and her mother the massive output of my digestive system.
Wednesday, June 12, 2024