James
Messy socks accident
Hi everyone, sorry for not posting more often. I did write a couple of weeks ago in response to Denise's posts (first post after the 10th June date mark), but my name got missed off - mine was the post listing a few of the page numbers that contain descriptions of some of my childhood poo accidents.
There are still quite a lot of incidents that I haven't written about, and I might have some time over the next few weeks to type them up, but in the meantime I thought I'd write about a couple of times that I managed to get poo on my socks as a kid, each in a very different way. Anyone who remembers, or has gone back to read, my earlier posts may remember that I was a very accident-prone kid, but that most of the time, if I pooed myself, the mess was either contained in my underwear or at worst in the seat of my trousers, so messy socks happened rarely. Both of these episodes took place in my first couple of years of secondary school, so I would have been perhaps 12-13 years old. The first one is a bit long, so I'll post the other another day.
This accident was related to trying out different types of pants. All through my life, I've always favoured rather boring Y-fronts or briefs, and as a kid a big part of that was that the elasticated leg bands around the top of my legs were very good at containing my occasional accidents even if they were quite large. By the end of primary school, most of my friends were wearing boxer shorts, and I got teased a bit for not doing so, but it was obvious to me that they would offer me no protection at all during a poo emergency and no amount of jokes about my 'grandad-pants' would make me risk switching. In secondary school, the teasing evolved into outright bullying, and my parents were aware of it. One weekend, my mum came home from the shops with a surprise for me - a pack of trunk-style black briefs that she thought might look more modern (for the mid-90s) without being boxers. I was initially sceptical, but when I tried a pair on, they seemed to fit very snugly, still had elastic around the leg bands (which were now an inch or two down my thighs) and did look a lot smarter. I started wearing them to school from time to time, especially when I had PE.
The day of reckoning for these pants came a couple of months later. As was often the case, I'd had my morning lessons (including PE) as usual, had lunch, and then started to notice a building urge to do a poo throughout my afternoon classes. The urge started off quite gentle, but in my last lesson it suddenly started to build up towards desperation. I managed to hang on until the end of school, but by the time I started walking home I was already beginning to think I might not make it home. A couple of quiet farts had slipped out in the last few minutes of my last lesson that had definitely been quite wet, and things felt a bit slimy between my bum cheeks, so between that and the extreme sense of urgency that was building, I knew that this was going to be a very mushy poo, and maybe even a sloppy one.
As I've written about before, accidents on the way home from school at that age didn't really bother me as much as they probably should have, because I was so used to them and knew I was unlikely to be detected by anyone as my walk home was very quiet and my parents wouldn't get home until well after I did. For this reason, although I didn't want to poo myself, I was mostly just worried that if it was going to happen, that I would be able to hold the poo in until I was out of everyone's way. I actually made it about half of the way home, despite pressure that was literally eye-watering, but then there was a further surge of desperation that I just couldn't cope with. I felt my bum open wide as a large, apple-sauce-consistency poo rushed out into my cotton trunks. Just as the first wave of poo ended, I felt another strong surge of pressure, and a second, wetter wave of poo came out as well. I actually remember thinking "well, at least I'll be able to see how much better these new pants contain the mess than my old ones".
The first difference I noted was that I could feel the warm poo going much further up towards the small of my back than usual. Normally, this only happened when I was sitting down and leaning forwards when I pooed my pants. These trunks were generally much snugger-fitting than my slightly baggy briefs, and my first worry was that the poo might overflow at the back of my trousers and get onto my school shirt. However, it didn't quite get that far, and I could feel warmth and wetness all over my bum and between my legs. At this point, I figured it was going to be a pretty standard clean-up, where I would quickly make my way home, get together some bin bags for my underwear, and then have a shower.
Barely a minute after I'd started walking home again, I something felt wrong compared to my usual accidents though. I could clearly sense that the backs of my legs were warm and wet on both sides, and the amount of poo around my bum seemed less. To my horror, I realised that I could actually feel blobs of mushy poo snail-trailing their way down my legs, and there was even a damp stain starting to appear on my trouser leg behind my left knee. I started to hurry but this only encouraged more poo to escape, and soon it was all over my socks and trainers. I was walking on a grass path, so the blobs I was leaving behind weren't as obvious as they might have been, but it was pretty bad. To add insult to injury, I then had another wave of pressure - usually by this point I wouldn't be trying as hard to hold back any further strong urges to poo on the grounds that letting it out wouldn't make much difference, but on that day I did my best. Still, a large wet fart burst out of me, followed by more poo, and this time it was obvious that it was immediately going down my trousers without being held back in my pants at all.
When I got home, I found there was a thick layer of poo on the inside of both trouser legs and all over my socks, and I ended up throwing everything away apart from my trainers, which I hosed down outside and then scrubbed. As soon as I looked at the trunk-style pants I could see that the leg portions had actually guided the poo out and into my trousers rather than holding it in, despite the elastic around the leg bands. The rest of those pants went right to the back of my underwear draw, and I never wore them again other than as a last resort when all my other pants were in the wash. Does anyone have experiences with other kinds of underwear, and whether they are good or bad at keeping an accident contained?
Saturday, June 22, 2024
Tricky
Pooping with a different coworker, Old Man Karl Pt 2
After finishing our work for the day, we were walking back to the truck. As we were walking, I felt a hard and massive turd work its way through my lower intestines, eventually docking in my colon, and sliding toward my anus, the hard tip of the turd poking at it with each footstep. We were about 100 feet away from the park's restroom building, and the sight of the building triggered my body with the signal to poop, NOW! Within 30 seconds of walking, I went from feeling locked up, to having a full-on emergency with pain shooting up my GI tract and everything stretched to its absolute limit, battering my anal sphincter.
I told my coworker, "I need to use the bathroom. I'll meet you at the truck." I was highly embarrassed and worried he'd follow me in. It had to come out at some point, especially given everything I had consumed, including an entire pound of peanuts more than two days ago that had been festering in my gut.
I awkwardly and hurriedly walked to the building, and my coworker indeed decided to follow me. I didn't know what sort of restroom setup was going to await me, but I was hoping it would at least have a stall with a door. I dreaded the possibility of a doorless stall or open toilet setup and I did not want him following me in and seeing my bare butt on the toilet as I was performing this necessary but embarrassing bodily function. This movement was going to be massive and I was not going to be able to hold it. I was unsure I was going to even make it to the building because I felt the tip of the turtle's head poking out at my boxers, repeating its effort with each footstep while I carefully waddled to the building trying to avoid filling my pants.
Karl then yelled out from 20 feet away, "Is it okay if I wait with you and keep you company?" What an awkward request. I'd pooped around people behind the comfort of a stall door thousands of times by this point and on much rarer occasions in doorless stalls and open toilets exposed to an audience. But this guy creeped me out and I was always nervous engaging in any bodily function with him in particular around because he obviously liked to watch and listen to me pee and poop and made my use of the stall at that Target the first day I met him very awkward. I didn't respond to his question. I so badly needed to poop that the realization hit that I might fill my pants. I hadn't pooped my pants since middle school, and I was going to maintain that winning streak. Anywhere was better than my pants. I stood there straight up, unable to bend down to even tie my shoelaces that had come loose during the hurried walk to the building, lest two days of built-up consequences from a diet of bowel-clogging restaurant food and snacks all come forcefully sliding out into my underwear.
And just my bad luck, as I turned the corner of the privacy wall that blocks view of the toilets from outside the entrance, the Mens' room had its metal gate shut and locked. I could see the lone urinal and open partition-less toilet from where I stood, and my bowels were feeling extra heavy with pressure, instinctively priming themselves for evacuation at the mere sight of the building that contained the inaccessible toilet. If the gate wouldn't have been shut, I was so desperate that I would have used that exposed sit-down toilet, in spite of the near certain chance of Karl following me in to watch. I had no choice and was in a panic. I wasn't going to make it back to the company vehicle, let alone the drive to wherever there was another public restroom. I felt pain shooting all over my insides and could feel the mass sliding further out of me as my anus dilated. I had maybe 30 seconds at most of being able to hold it. There were some scrub bushes about 50 feet away, and open fields in the opposite direction. It was a desert area, so coverage was minimal. I mentally accepted that I was going to be pooping outside. I had no choice other than filling my pants.
Just then, Karl came up behind me, "Looks like they locked you out. We can go somewhere else."
I mentioned, "It's an emergency and I'm not going to make it." I was extremely embarrassed, and knew the worst was yet to come. I heard my coworker say something inaudible but I was so focused on not pooping myself that I ran off, using both of my hands to manually clench my asscheeks tightly shut as I felt the tip of a massive turd smearing my anus and forcefully poking at my underwear. It was already out. My hands did their job though, holding my buttcheeks tightly together through my pants and preventing the turd from coming out further than it had as I ran passed Karl and around the wall of the restroom entrance back outside.
I heard him then say, "Oh boy! Are you about to caca yourself?"
I hurried toward the brush 50 feet away from the restroom building, careful not to trip over my shoelaces. I found myself behind some brush that was maybe three feet high as I pulled my pants down to my thighs just in time, squatting, as a thick, messy, dense log smeared itself all over my buttcheeks and upper legs on the way out. It was at least as thick as my arm. I was just barely able to see over the tops of the bushes and brush as I squatted, guaranteeing at least that my coworker wasn't able to see my butt or my poop sliding out of its hole should he walk around the building.
Just then, I saw my coworker was already around the building and had followed me. From 40 feet away, he was grinning ear to ear, and yelled, "Are you gonna' be okay?"
I saw him walking towards me as I looked above the plant life that was barely covering me. I felt sick with embarrassment as I was not at all used to pooping outside yet, and my coworker definitely saw my face above the brush, and perhaps more than that. It was very obvious what I was doing right now. He continued to approach me, probably to get a better view to see the rest of me over the brush.
When he was 20 feet away, I then said "Please don't come back here!" as poop was forcefully sliding out of me. He looked at me and said "You're taking a MASSIVE dump, aren't you?" This dude really creeped me out as he stood there watching the show. I then said "Could you please go away?"
It kept on coming, hard, with the consistency, weight, and solidness of roast ham, smelling like roadkill. I had to shuffle forward a bit because the turd was coming straight out and wasn't even coiling or bending, and I didn't want any of it falling onto my shoes or my pants when it ran out of room.
*thut*
The first log hit the ground, as I felt more rushing towards its exit point while I shuffled forward to make sure the next one had room to land.
He responded, "Don't worry. I won't embarrass you." I continued on, already embarrassed because he was standing 20 feet away while I was taking what was likely my biggest shit all year.
The next log audibly crackled out and fell to the ground.
*tztzttztztztztztztztztztztztztztz-thut*
The coworker then continued, "I've got a story. You'll like this one. When I was a lineman, I was doing some work near here. I was having a bathroom emergency. I accidentally locked my keys in my truck and couldn't get into my hotel room. It was in the middle of the night and all of the doors were locked. I took a big shit in the woods behind the parking lot."
My coworker stood there as I was defecating the third log, a messy, smeary, wide, heavy, knobby, slow-to-move Pringles can sized cylinder of hard, stinky filth.
*t-t-t-t-t-t-z-t-zzz-t*
I paused as it got stuck, then grunted and strained, "Ugh..."
*t-t-t-T-T-zzzt*
It was taking effort to push. I was abut 2 minutes into this ordeal, feeling awkward as hell squatting outside with my butt exposed and a massive log of poop sticking midway out my anus, feeling sick to my stomach with embarrassment, as my coworker Karl stood there standing above the minimal coverage nature gave me while talking to me as I did this. I continued on, pushing the log out slowly and deliberately, shuffling forward a few inches. I bent forward more and looked underneath me and could see the cable stretched across the ground behind me as well as two other large turds behind it.
"Uggghhhh..."
I pushed again and more audibly crackled out...
*tZt-t-t-t-Z-t-Z-t-Z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
He then resumed, with his story "I finished up and realized that I had nothing to wipe with. I went back to the front door of the hotel and it was locked. I knocked on the door for about 5 minutes and eventually some girl who worked there came to the door and let me in. She gave me a new key and I went to my hotel room to clean myself, and went to bed for the night. I woke up and couldn't find my wallet. I went outside and found it in the pile of crap I left in the woods. Someone had taken everything out of it, and it was smeared with poop."
I pushed again, overwhelmed with embarrassment, but my physical needs overriding my mental wants. "Argh..."
*t-t-t-t-t-t-PORP-t-t-t-t-t-T-t-T-ZT*
He continued, "Well, the reason I bring this up is to ask you, what are you going to wipe with?"
I did need something to use to wipe with, but it was such an emergency that wiping was a complete afterthought when I rushed to this location and squatted down. Priority one was avoiding an embarrassing accident. I accomplished that much at least. The restroom being locked really screwed me over because instead, I was here, shitting outside in front of my creepy coworker as if I were his pet dog, with no toilet paper available.
*prrrrrrr-r-r-r-r-r-T-FART*
He then said, "I can bring you some napkins from out of the truck." I was wishing he'd go away, but now I knew I'd need him to hand me something to wipe with. This was extremely embarrassing. And easily the most uncomfortable poop I'd taken in my life thus far(I had worse later). I could tell he was enjoying this, and I was nearly certain he was eagerly awaiting for days the chance to barge in and glimpse me pooping in the hotel , but this was probably much more than he was hoping for, and he got it. I think he wanted to see my butt and privates, and I was not about to invite him over to.
He then continued, "They got my credit cards, license, money, everything. And they got a pile of my shit with it."
I still had poop coming out of me. I then said, "Please leave me alone. I'll meet you back at the truck in a few minutes. I'm an adult and I don't need your help."
He then smirked and said, "Don't need me around then, eh? No need to be shy. If you change your mind, I can bring you some napkins." He waited about 10 seconds watching me while I stopped pushing this log out, awkwardly playing the waiting game with it hanging out of my butt, wanting him to go away so I could finish in peace. I was so uncomfortable doing this in the open in front of him with my butt and privates exposed(and hopefully covered by the plant life I was squatting behind) that I didn't even want him to come over and hand me something to wipe with, even though I desperately needed it.
Once he left to the back side of the restroom building, I resumed finishing the job. It took another 3 minutes or so before the end of the log finally dropped to the ground with a loud ...
*thupt*
It took a lot of effort to push out in spite of being an emergency and I was now exhausted.
I wiped with the receipts in my wallet, carefully avoiding the use of ones I'd need to keep to be reimbursed for meal expenses by my employer. I didn't get very clean, but I got at least 90% of it off my ass and upper legs. Each receipt had a golfball-sized wad of sticky poop with the consistency of Play-dough on it, with brown smears having the consistency of almond butter and carrying its characteristic oily residue. I used maybe 10 receipts in total. The cleanup took a good 5 minutes, involved lots of attempts to smear the poop off the receipts onto nearby thorny bushes to try to reuse them, and I stopped cleanup only as the result of running out of usable receipts. I wasn't nearly clean enough and I resigned to the likely case that this pair of underwear was going to be a casualty. I left the innermost area around my anus unwiped and clenched my butt muscles together to help contain the mess. I'd been left alone for 8 minutes by this point and was probably squatting for 10 minutes total, Karl seeing me for 2 of those minutes while I was laying cable. I felt quite literally 5+ pounds lighter with a very satisfying vacuum feeling in my colon. I felt embarrassed as much as I felt great.
I pulled my pants up, zipped, buckled my belt, and turned around to see what I left behind. There were three massive logs, two of them about 8 inches long, and the third about 2 feet long, each as big around as my arm. My feeling of relief was short lived, turning into one of disgust, because it wasn't until I walked away from where I just left my deposit that I could feel a warm wetness in the innermost regions of my buttcrack up into the inside of my anus, squishing with each footstep as I clenched my glutes together. Karl was waiting behind the restroom building and we walked back to the truck.
He then said "You had to go so bad you just couldn't wait anymore, huh? I hope you feel a lot better." I didn't answer. I was embarrassed and felt like a dog, having just shit outside onto the dirt in front of my coworker, with my ass still a mess. He then continued, "What did you wipe with?" I then mentioned, "I had some receipts in my wallet." He then said, "Ouch! You should have taken up my offer on those napkins. I would have brought them to you."
I drove the truck with my butt clenched together to keep poop from smearing my underwear, and stopped at a gas station 5 minutes down the road, the nearest place with a public restroom, so that I could "wash my hands" as I told my coworker.
In truth, I needed a more thorough cleanup, and he knew it too. The restroom was mercifully a single-use affair with a locking door. There was a sink near the toilet. I spent the next five minutes wetting toilet paper and cleaning myself off, getting rid of copious amounts of sticky, semi-dried dingle berries off of my butt. My underwear was surprisingly streak free, as most of the mess was contained near my anus. It was still very substantial. As I was cleaning myself, I heard a knock on the door. I said, "I'm in here." It was Karl, and he responded, "Ok then." I was able to get my ass and its modest perineum fuzz squeaky clean after about 10 wet and dry passes. The fact that this was a one-user private setup with a sink was a Godsend.
I bought a bottle of water, gave the clerk a dollar, and left. Karl was waiting in the truck when I got back, and for whatever reason, decided he didn't need to use the restroom, when mere minutes earlier, he tried to enter it.
In Pt 3, I will recount subsequent poop stories that occurred with this particular coworker.
white under wear wearer
skidmark thesis survey
Back story. I wear mostly white jockey for her underwear. They are comfy and cheap. I did met a nice boy recently so I may try something cuter in the near future
I had a roommate who wore sexy underwear, mostly thongs. She commented on how my clean my underwear wwere and she could never wear white underwear like I do when we did laundry together on Sundays. We shared a bathroom and constantly left skidmarks in the toilet. One time I she left behind some light green boy shorts which had a skidmark in them. She was so embarassed when she found them and said " this is why all of her thongs are black.
I think she would answer this survey differently than me. I may tell her about this survey :P
In the last week have you left skidmarks in the toilet after poop?
No
In the last month have you left skidmarks in the toilet after a poop?
No
In the last week have you left skidmarks in your underwear after a poop? No
In the last month have you left skidmarks in you underwear after a poop?
No
Other factors:
Do clean up with wet wipes or a bidet after poop?
No
Dp you wear underwear that rides up your bum (wedgie) often?
I get wedgies all the time.
Do you wipe until the paper is clean?
always
Are you a skidmarks unicorn never leaving skidmarks in the toilet or underwear=>
I guess I'm a unicorn!
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 ???? in a long while, so I've not heard her pee. She actually works in another 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. Bye
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
Tricky
Pooping with a different coworker, Old Man Karl Pt 1
It was 2009, the Sunday after Thanksgiving. I gorged myself like a horse the previous week, with predictable consequences. This next job assignment was away from home, in a small town. My employer once again paid for a hotel room to be shared with a coworker from that area, one I never met until that day, as well as paying for all meals.
The Sunday morning I met him at the office before leaving town was the first day I met him. This coworker was a skinny old Mexican man in his 60s who I'll refer to as Karl, and a particularly creepy one at that. It was obvious within a few hours after meeting him that he was sexually attracted to me. I didn't like being around him because of it. He told me that I reminded him of his 14 year old grandson and kept telling me how good looking of a boy I was. I was in my mid 20s and when he learned that, he became obsessed with me.
Later that evening after eating dinner, we were driving to another office so he could pick up his personal car and drive it to the hotel. I was going to drive the company truck and he'd need his car to get back home from the hotel. I felt a rather urgent need to void my bowels, and told my coworker "I'm going to stop at this Target to use the restroom." My coworker said he needed to go too and followed me into the restroom. The Mens' room was a three-stall two-urinal arrangement, and the back two stalls were taken, leaving me the one near the urinals. I entered the stall, dropped my pants to my feet, and crackled out a series of small logs, thinking little of it, as I'd pooped in the presence of many coworkers before. This coworker took the urinal right next to my stall, and without reservation, blurted out, "Are you sitting your cute little butt down on that toilet and taking a poop?" I was mortified at his choice of words and the question because it was obvious I was, taking a poop, and didn't respond. He seemed pleasantly surprised that I was pooping next to him. My bathroom use was catching his interest and I was a quiet, reserved person that preferred privacy for my bodily functions. The other stall occupants eventually left, but this coworker stayed in the bathroom with me after finishing at the urinal and subsequently washing his hands, standing around listening to me using the toilet. He heard all the plopping and farting generated as I defecated for the next five minutes. When I finished wiping, and exited the stall to wash my hands, he asked me, "That felt great didn't it?" I was too embarrassed to answer. Most people would have left once they were done and gave me my privacy, rather than stand there for five minutes with nothing better to do than listen to me shit.
We continued driving to the hotel. I went to urinate in the hotel's bathroom and he barged in on me and brushed his teeth, saying, "I hope you don't mind. We're both men." There was no lock on the door, otherwise I'd have locked it. I wasn't embarrassed, but I found it weird just the same.
It was Monday morning. We left at 5 AM and I snacked on a 16oz can of peanuts for breakfast, eating the entire thing with some blueberries I had. He already left to the job site in his car. 50 miles or so into the drive to our work site, my morning dump was ready to commence. I felt the pressure building on my anal sphincter and pulled into a rest stop. It was a two urinal, two stall setup, and this time I took the back stall. It had no gaps at the bottom of the walls, and the door was far enough away that no one could see my shoes. I heard someone come in, but they didn't say anything. They washed their hands at the sink and while I pushed out the rest of the log.
*tZtZtttt-plut-pfffffffft-tloopt-FORT-plupt*
It all came out as a 1 foot log within the span of about 10 seconds, the noise echoing about the restroom, and I started wiping. I finished wiping and pulled my pants up.
I met him at the job site and we worked until lunch time.
After eating lunch, when I felt the slight urge to poop again, my coworker followed me into the restroom of a Mexican restaurant we ate at. I let a fart slip out as I was walking and as he followed me, he remarked, "Whoo boy. Your cute little self sure can make a stink." The remark embarrassed me. Recalling how he hung around the bathroom at the Target the previous day while I was seated in a stall dropping plant food out of my butt, I felt my bowels lock up and used the urinal instead. There wre three urinals. I took the close one, he took the middle, right next to me, instead of the one on the other side. There were no partitions.
By Monday night, I didn't get a bowel movement in since the morning at the rest stop, when I'd normally have had two more since by now. This coworker was around me every time I needed to use a public restroom. Also, every sound traveled from that hotel room's bathroom and he could hear me pee there, and he would open the door of the hotel room bathroom to come in every time I was peeing into that toilet. It was very weird. Since we worked together all day long and shared the same hotel room, this very rarely gave me a chance to get any privacy away from this coworker, even for toilet use. He seemed to like following me in to use the toilet, and was always trying to converse with me while I did so. My bowels remained locked up as a consequence, especially when coupled with the constant diet of restaurant food. Plus I had eaten an entire 1 lb can of peanuts that morning, and felt a very firm fullness in my GI tract.
On Tuesday morning, he came in again while I was peeing and when I asked him why, he responded, "Don't mind me. It's no different than using the Mens' room." Which he'd seen me using a urinal at least 6 or 7 times by this point in addition to the use of the hotel toilet(I drink a gallon of water a day), so whatever. He again brushed his teeth as I stood there urinating into the toilet. This made me nervous about pooping there. I felt no need to poop before leaving that morning, but I KNEW it was coming, and could hit at any time.
From then on, we both rode in the company truck as I drove to the job sites, him leaving his car at the hotel.
I couldn't bring myself to poop for the entire day after that either. The diet of restaurant food coupled with this coworker always being around me kept my bowels locked up. I didn't poop after dinner that night either, and went to bed with a GI tract full and gurgling, in all likelihood letting out involuntary farts as I slept.
It was now Wednesday morning at the hotel room. My insides had a feeling of over-fullness and I felt painfully bloated. Before taking a shower that morning, I tried to go and force it all out before leaving the hotel room while my coworker was out fueling the company truck. Nothing but farts came out and I gave up after about 5 minutes, and showered. I finished my shower and dried myself off. As I was getting dressed, my coworker came in. He left his wallet on the sink. I had my pants back on and still had to put my shirt on. I now felt a slight urge to poop and badly wanted to sit on the toilet, but he kept hanging around in the room, watching me put my shirt on and then engaged in conversation with regard of where we were going to eat breakfast, and then out of nowhere he creepily started complimenting me on my appearance.
We ate at this taco place. The meal greatly increased the feeling of bloating and having a backed-up GI tract. Before leaving, I got a very slight twinge in my bowels as if they might be ready soon, and decided to try to use their Mens' room to poop. My coworker said he was going to the nearby gas station to get some bottled water and would meet me at the truck. I recognized it as my next rare chance to get some privacy away from my coworker to poop in peace. I headed to the Mens' room. It was a one stall three urinal setup which the previous day I peed at while my coworker watched me. I sat for like five minutes, but nothing came out. I knew he would be back soon and gave up.
While driving to a job site, my stomach was gurgling. I was also too embarrassed to fart and held in the pressure. I was certain my coworker heard the gurgling, because it was loud. We worked until lunch, and ate at that same taco place. I didn't feel any urge to void my bowels after lunch, even though my insides felt very cramped.
Because we worked in a remote area, there was nothing around for miles. I had to pee outside multiple times, and each time, he'd be standing near me trying to converse as I stood there draining my bladder in the desert. It was very awkward.
We drove from job site to job site, and worked until the early evening, eventually ending up in a rural area next to a park. This is where Pt 2 of this story starts. It was perhaps my most embarrassing workplace defecation experience ever, and for the time, perhaps the most embarrassing of my life.Annie
Pretty big thick poop
I woke up this morning at 8 AM, grabbed my Walmart bag, water jar and jug, went to the washroom first then brushed my teeth. Afterwards I went upstairs, put the Walmart bag on the chair, filled the water jug and jar, left the water jug on the counter (my caregiver has torn up cardboard boxes on the counter so I put the jug on top of one of those). Took breakfast and microwaved it for 5 minutes. Afterwards put on oven mitts, took the bowl to the table, put the oven mitts back and sat down to eat breakfast. It was chopped up banana in spicy water (most likely chili powder). After breakfast I took my 9 AM medications, grabbed my Walmart bag, water jar and jug and carefully and slowly went downstairs to my room. My stomach felt full and bloated.
Finally a few minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on and walked to the washroom across from my room. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my black sweatpants and dark green underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a pretty big, thick poop that seemed smooth. I was done pretty quickly. Phew at both the smell and relief. Stood up, went to the sink, turned on the tap, ran my hands under the water, put some liquid soap on my hand and started cleaning my butt. Rinsed when I was done, washed my hands, turned off the tap, pulled up my pants and underwear and looked in the toilet. There was a long thick smooth poop in there. Not sure how long but it took up most of the toilet. Flushed the toilet and down it went. Washed my hands, turned off the tap, picked up the Walmart bag, opened the door, left the washroom, turned off the light and that's that. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.
Happy peeing and pooping
AnnieECG
Phantom Poo
While at work earlier today, I started to feel like I would need a poo soon, but it was late enough in the afternoon that I decided I could hold until I got home. After getting home and getting some errands done, I went to the toilet. It took a little push to get started, but I could soon hear a quiet crackle as I felt my poo slide out of me. It felt like a single long log and fell into the water with a medium-sized ploomph. I looked in the toilet once I'd finished and was quite surprised to find the toilet empty (or more accurately, its new contents were out of sight). Very little wiping was required as well. The phantom poo has struck again! It happens occasionally, though it's been a while. Has anyone else experienced this?Annie
Fairly big soft poop
I got up this morning, got dressed (it's hot here today in Toronto. Summer is around the corner), grabbed my Walmart bag and toothbrush and toothpaste, went to the washroom, brushed my teeth and went upstairs to microwave and eat breakfast (bananas and black beans in chili pepper water). After breakfast I took my 9 AM medications, grabbed my stuff and went downstairs until about 9:45. Grabbed my shoes and purse from my room (no sweater needed), went upstairs, put my shoes on and went outside to wait for the driver (usually a male driver comes to each person's house if they can't independently go to the program). While I was standing outside waiting I started feeling uncomfortable and knew I needed the toilet. Checked my cell phone for the time (usually the driver comes around 10:30), went into the house, took off my shoes outside of the house (there's a small lobby/entrance area before the door where you have to leave your shoes and put on flip flops), went into the house, closed the door and walked to the small bathroom near my caregiver's room.
Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants (black sweatpants) and underwear (grey ish high cut) down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a pretty big/long soft poop. Only took about 30 seconds. Opened the drawer (my caregiver has toilet paper on the holder for herself and everyone else has to use toilet paper from a drawer. Sort of like a dresser with a sink attached), took some toilet paper off the roll, put the roll back into the drawer and closed it then got to work wiping. I wiped my vagina first then wiped my butt really well until there were no marks. Stood up, tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and looked in the toilet.
Wow! A healthy looking, soft, big poop was in the toilet. I'm not sure how long it was but it took up quite a bit of the toilet. Flushed the toilet and it went down though there wasn't a lot of water left (oops). Washed my hands, grabbed my Walmart bag and left the washroom after turning the light off. Dried my hands on the tea towel in the kitchen, went back out to put my shoes on and was picked up soon after I went outside for my exercise program. Good day today though fairly hot. Keeping hydrated and cool. Stay safe, cool and hydrated.
Happy peeing and pooping!
AnnieMD Dan
New Diet Issues & Reply to Jessica
Jessica - I always seem to have interesting things happen when I travel too. I'd be interested in hearing from you about your travel stories. Also, wow! Nice story about pooping with the custodian cleaning the bathroom! It sounds like he appreciated your willingness to go with him there (for multiple reasons lol). Are you normally a morning pooper and need to go right when you get to work?
I've recently changed up my diet a bit and have been having a lot more protein. I've been eating more meat (mostly chicken) and have been having a protein shake in the mornings for breakfast. This has resulted in an incredible amount of gas, usually smelling like sulfur. It's also resulted in me pooping about twice as much as I normally do (except when I was backed up for a few days - see my previous post). I've even had to poop twice on some mornings, only a couple hours apart. I'm usually alone for 30-40 minutes when I get to the office so I've never had an issue pooping then, but a few hours later, when other people are there, it's resulted in either close-calls (the single-occupant bathroom being occupied for up to 45 minutes straight) or somewhat embarrassing situations (other people waiting for me to finish and the bathroom absolutely reeking after I'm done). One day I had to go so bad but the bathroom kept being occupied, so I ended up leaving and going to a Starbucks to poop because I swear I'd have had an accident if I had to wait another 10 minutes. Does anyone else have any experience with a change in diet, specifically a sharp increase in protein, causing a massive change in bowel habits? Did it eventually settle back to normal or is this just something you deal with?
Thanks, and take care!
Blakey's Post
I enjoyed your post. I'm only 12 so I haven't had many of the experiences you have had.
How many times have you used a bathroom of the opposite sex? What type of place were they? Were you the first person in the room or one of the last to take a seat? What do you feel would have been different if you were the last in and each of the six toilets was in use? What reactions would you expect? Do you always wipe the seat before sitting on it? Please describe the toilet paper and what was it like. I get so pissed by those dumb squares. It doesn't matter whether I'm standing or sitting for my wipe, they are awkward to use. About 90% of the time my fingers actually do the wiping. Does this happen to you? Is it easier to talk to those on the toilet next to you? Does that break the barrier down?
Thanks. I enjoyed your story. Keep 'em coming.
Dillon
Elyse's Grad
Today I went to Elyse's house and once I was there, we spent some time before she had to leave for the ceremony. We haven't seen each other since I came back from college so we talked for awhile. Then she said, "I have to take a poop" so I went to the bathroom with her. Elyse took off her shorts and undies then got on the toilet. I told her that I liked her burgundy underwear and she took the compliment well. We talked about her underwear cause she then continued talking. She asked me what colors of undies I've seen her wear and I said "purple, green, teal, blue, pink, and now burgundy." She said that all of her underwear is single-colored and that she only wears briefs (or bikinis at the beach). I told her I like that better (cause my bestie only wears briefs), especially since I'm not a fan of girls that wear thongs. Elyse said she has a lotta colors of underwear I haven't seen her in yet. We then talked about pooping cause she also has a fetish for guys pooping and I know she really wants me to poop in front of her. She ended up taking 15 minutes and dropped a massive bomb. She wiped, flushed, put on her shorts and undies, then washed her hands. Elyse had to get ready so I saw her take off her shirt and shorts, then put on her dress and gown. She then did her makeup and I drove her to the dropoff zone, then I found parking. Once her ceremony was over, I went out to dinner with her, then we went back to her place. She took off her gown and cap once we got back; I then told her I had to take a shit so she went into her bathroom with me and she was so excited to see poop. I took 8 minutes and she was going insane on the inside when she heard the splash. After I cleaned up and washed my hands, we had a real talk about some serious things in her room. We chilled for most of the night by playing video games, then I slept over at her place. Since she wants to take things slowly, I slept on an air mattress.
Pete
First dump of the day
I got the message to do my number two before breakfast this morning. I had just got dressed and come downstairs so decided to use the downstairs toilet. My grandchildren had been visiting the day before and the 13 year-old had obviously had a shit in that toilet. He had flushed it, but did not stay to make sure that all his turds were washed away and I had to begin my morning dump by cleaning up the toilet. I have been slightly constipated the last few days, so I obviously try to oblige promptly whenever I get the message, so I sat on the pot without delay. I very rapidly turned out a couple of medium size turds. I didn't linger as I usually do, because I was ready for my breakfast, so I hastily wiped and washed.
Richard
To the person who responded to my survey
I'm sorry that happened to you. I hope you're doing OK now and I hope you're not feeling any repercussions to this day because of it. My mom used to make me hold it on car trips. She didn't allow me to use public restrooms. I remember so many times being bursting to pee in the car with no hope of sweet relief and sight. But she was all around a pretty good mother in my eyes. If I would pee myself, she wouldn't get extra mad and make me repeat the process. But she was always insistent that I never use public restroom, no matter how bad I had to pee because of her thought that they were far to dirty for a kid to use.
Michael
To Emma two
Thanks for the reply sounds like you and the other girl had a good relief getting rid of them big loads look forward to your next story the more detail the better
Annie
Giant solid poop an hour after breakfast
I woke up this morning around 8:15, grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar, went to the washroom and brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had to microwave it first (all breakfasts here are cooked and you have to microwave it) and sat down to eat. It was a chopped up banana in chili pepper water. It sounds weird but it was good. After breakfast I took my 9 AM medications, grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar and went downstairs. My caregiver sleeps during the day because she usually stays up most of or the whole night cooking, cleaning, etc. Stomach felt very full and a few minutes ago I got a major urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, took off my bedroom flip flops, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put the flip flops outside my room on, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom across from my room.
Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and dark high-cut underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a big thick solid poop that seemed to keep coming. What a relief. Finally I was done and I stood up, turned on the tap, ran the bar of soap under water, rubbed it between my hands until they were soapy, put the bar of soap back, rolled up my sleeves and soaped up my butt really well. Rinsed my butt once I was clean, pulled my pants and underwear up, washed my hands and turned off the tap (you push down on it to turn it off (it's a lever tap).
Turned finally to look at what I did in the toilet. Wow! There was a very long somewhat thick solid poop in the toilet that took up most of the toilet bowl (it started from the toilet hole and came quite a bit out of it. I would figure about 2 1/2 feet long). Flushed the toilet and the poop surprisingly went down. Flushed again afterwards to be sure. Yup. Wow. That was a hell of a good poop but I needed it. My caregiver will be happy to know that I went a lot (she often looks at my stomach and asks or says that I need to go). I will continue eating healthy, drink lots of water, do exercises later and I should be able to go lots later. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.
Happy peeing and pooping!
AnnieTrina
Replies
Denise - thanks for sharing about your teenage accident from holding it too long with your friend.
Sarah E - loved your stories about your friend Jesse. She is truly lucky to have gotten away with it twice!
Hi Catherine!
TTFN,
Trina
To Unnamed Poster
I would love to hear more about your previous accidents.Anna from Austria
@LC I have always been a morning pooper. So when not constipated I poop every day at work. So it is more frequent for other women to find me pooping then the other way arround.
Most of the other office ladies seem to have different toilet times or they try to use other toilets on a different floor.
But I am not sure if they are really that poop shy. I rarely find other women pooping in my favourite ladies room but when I do the women do not seem to be poop shy. They just do their stuff and do not try to hide their poop sounds.
greetings from Austria
AnnaNytecat
I sharted at work today.
This will be a short entry. I went to the men's room to urinate. Unzipped, did my business, zipped back up and washed my hands. I was about to leave and go back to my desk. Then I noticed a little bit of pressure in my stomach. Nobody else was in there with me so I decided to release that pressure. I forced a fart out which felt and sounded really nice, even bending my knees to put a little more leverage into it. Near the end of this rush of gas I felt something pop out. That wasn't supposed to happen!
I shuffled into a stall, pulled my slacks down and felt the back of my undies. Yup, just as I thought. A turd the size of a pea was stuck between my butt cheeks. So I pulled my underwear down and sat on the seat. The tiny turd dislodged itself and landed in the water. I pushed and there was no more gas or poop forthcoming. Next I grabbed some TP and wiped. I didn't even need that much to get clean. My blue men's Jockeys, in the meantime, had no visible mark on them. For the record I don't think mishaps this minor count as accidents. But it's still a bit disconcerting how poop can sometimes sneak up on me.Kazuko Chakamami (translator is Mina C)
Dear Jessica
Hi, this is Kazuko. Mina translated your post. Beautiful lovely post! We hope your stomach is better now. I take example from you. If I need to stay on office loo 20 minutes and push burururururururu into loo from my bottom 20 times when male janitor is in ladies room for a cleaning and if he is nice man, I will push and push and push, with hoping that he will enjoy to hear me push burururururururu again and again and again. And say to him with smile, "sorry, loo is horrendous fragrance, and thank you for cleaning!" It is OK that he enjoy, if he is nice man.
Your janitor is nice man, he didn't complain when you use all loo paper. Sometimes, teachers in Japanese school complain. We don't feel good especially girls.
We hope everyone is well and enjoying happy time in loo with many plops and burururururu, and plunk plunk if it is Princess Toadstool Peach. (Mina is composer of this sentence.)
Love to Everyone.
Kazuko, and Chakamami Family
P.S. (from Mina) Kazuko said, this time she wanted to use real name.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Squats and Dumping my 8 Filled Apples Waste into the Potty!!
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I had at least 8 red and green apples to eat for breakfast this morning I love apples they are such good crispy crunchy fruits and very healthy too and now I have the urge to make a 5 inch thick big poo and perhaps even a wee as well but I'm not going to do them in my toilet today because it's getting repeared so I'm going have to use my good but thankfully clean white potty I used as a toddler. So I go to my bedroom where I keep in my closet and pull it out then I put it down in the middle of my bedroom then I lift up my dress, pull down my pink royal panties and giving my bottom a wiggle I squatted over my potty and then I lean my head over to face my beautiful royal bottom and then I watch myself about to defecate pinching my loaf I then push and grunt rubbing my pubes as my bowels grow stronger and hot gas builds up as my first brownload BM comes out of my bottom poo hole in response and it's a nice big one too as I then break wind strong and loud (PFFFFFT PAAAARRPP TOOOOOT!!) Then finally at last I pooed A LOT!! "PLOP SPLAT PLOOP PAAAAARRRRPP SPLASH PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK plop plop plop plop ploop!!" It looks like I nearly filled up the whole pot. But I guess my bladder is starting to tingle so I need to sit down to wee. So I sat as my vagina tinkles "TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssshhhhh dripdrip drop!!" It feels like pouring milk into my cereal. Ah doesn't matter! Time to wipe. Good thing I keep a spare roll of toilet paper on me. So I wipe my vagina bladder keyhole and my bottom nice and clean. Then I get off the potty, pull up my pink royal panties and lift down my dress and take it somewhere where I can empty it. How about my garden? Since someone on a a TV show says it's a natural fertiliser and it will make the flowers grow. So I go ahead and do so and dang aren't the flowers growing sweeter already? All thanks to my peewee tinkles and BM Pooh Poos! Until next time everyone bye bye now!Jenny
Survey and catch up
Hi everyone, I meant to post around new years about my first poop ( and skidmark) of 2024!
I think I started a draft but then life (all good stuff!) happens, as it does. The family and I are all doing well, but I have taken a few weeks to catch up with posts. My gut is very happy with my twice a day BM's. I swear the toilet paper at work got a little better so my skidmarks are a little lighter( more on that in a bit ), but the gym toilet paper I swear got worse....if it's even restocked. (My gym is a chain named after an abbreviation for a southern california city..)
The skidmark iin the toilet vs underwear survey got me inspired to post!I have been working out with a black thong at the gym so any skids may be masked, but I feel a little self conscious about my butt being a little stinky at the gym. But I guess all our sweaty booties are a little dirty at the gym. Usually when I wear a thong, it's very comfortable, almost feeling like I am wearing nothing. But if I don't wipe well enough, I feel itchy and like I have a boy short wedgies up my big booty
So after my last workout out I left large skidmarks in the toilet in the gym toilets. I cleaned the best that I could, which was not that great.. I pooped rather quickly and dropped 4 formed easy turns in about 1 minute. I had to take a stall with one girl to the right of me already in the middle of a poop, but taking longer than I did based on a couple subtle grunts and loud plop she dropped between my 4 poop drop. We finished about the same time, but she seemed to wipe about 10 times. I stopped after 5 and figured that was the best I was going to do, so I pulled up my thong and leggings. I was not even close to clogging the toilet but the skids in the toilet were very noticeable, so I tried a second flush to lighten them . I got out of the stall at the same time as my neighbor, a pretty girl in her early 20's in a bra top and yoga pants. It was kind of surprising to see her pull out a wedgie before she washed her hands, but I did the same thing, but I just looked around to make sure no one was in the room with me
This morning I took a morning poop at work. 3 solid but easy turns and I wiped 4 times with the improved clinic toilet paper. I felt relatively clean as you can with dry toiler paper, but I was wearing pink boyshorts, which I noticed riding up my bum as the day went on. I left some sizable skidmarks in the toilet. When I went to pee in the afternoon about5 hours later, I had some pretty average skidmark in my undies ( for me). I have been so self conscious about my underwear skidmarks for years, I can't believe I have not thought so much about the skidmarks I leave in the toilet, that are visible to eveyone who uses the bathroom after me!!!
That survey made me think about if my individual poop composition makes me more predispositioned to skidmarks to having worse skid marks than say, a guy with a hairy butt who still may not skid his white briefs even after wiping less then me ( I really did date a guy with a hairy butt, and is undies would be so clean even after a poop and run)
Here is my hand at the "skidmarks in the toilet vs underwear survey":
In the last week have you left skidmarks in the toilet after poop? yes
In the last month have you left skidmarks in the toilet after a poop? probably at least half the time
In the last week have you left skidmarks in your underwear after a poop?..hehehe yes
In the last month have you left skidmarks in you underwear after a poop? probably at least half the time
Other factors:
Do clean up with wet wipes or a bidet after poop? No currently. I have used wet wipes and bidets in the past and they felt wonderful, and my undies were a little cleaner,
Do you wear underwear that rides up your bum (wedgie) often? less than I used to. I started wearing more boyshorts in my early thirties and wearing less thongs, but in the last year, I have been wearing thongs more and more again.
Do you wipe until the paper is clean? yes, except maybe the gym
Are you a skidmarks unicorn never leaving skidmarks in the toilet or underwear? hahaha
Kind of a specific questions to Ladies born in the 1980s :
Any of you wear a lot of thongs in tyour 20's and less in your 30's? I have friends, particularly mothers, but not all, start at least switching to more full cut underwear or even exclusively in their 30's. I used to think the thongs were more likely to get skids than regular underwear( boyshorts, bikinis and panties). I think I actually found I got more skidmarks wearing fuller underwear than thongs as I started to wear more thongs in recent months. I know there are a lot of factors, like the poop composition, hairy butt, how you wipe/wash. I have a good "Instagram '' sized rear as my husband says so my worst skid is where I wear panties where I get a lot of cloth riding up rather than just a narrow piece of cloth or even string.
Speaking of 80's born gals:
Catherine-
great to hear from you..not just your healthy bowels but the rest of your family! Have you been posting on this site as long as your child is going to college? The only family I talk about here is my husband, but perhaps other family members may have a mention her in the future
Anna from Austria-
Thank you for sharing your first skidmark of 2024! I usually wear tights as underwear under my skid pants when I ski. If they are light colored they will get a little stained from my sweat and … I'm bum notice. But I have never run out of toilet paper on the slopes. Even if I was wearing a black thong that doesn't sound very comfortable to continue to ski with a poo ply wipes bum .
I loved your story about the gynecologist visit! I am always divided if I have to poop before a doctor visit. I am afraid of having dirty underwear, but I don't want to fart when I am being examined below the waist! Reminds me of a social media post about how ladies hide their underwear when they see the gynecologist, even though what is there to hide?!?!. I was alway wearing dark full panties and hiding them afraid of having a skidmarked caught by a physician. I only started wearing thongs recently to my gynecologist as I think they are less likely to be skidded. But I still hide them! Given I am a nurse practitioner, it shows how illogical we all be. But my last visit, I chose to poop rather than hold in fart...I may have used a wet wipe though..
Less but still,
Skidmarked in Seattle