Princess Toadstool Peach
Big Morning BM Bathroom Potty Break Before Breakfast Time!!!
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I spent the night with my BBF best friend forever Princess Rosalina's house we both slept in our beds until 9:45 AM until both of us needed to go use the bathroom together so we walked over to the bathroom to go do our most royal of business together. Unfortunately there was only one toilet but luckily I had brought a plastic white potty in case of a wee or poo problem emergency. I slid the potty next to the toilet both need of doing a really big poo and maybe a wee too as well. Rosalina being a germaphobe usually when she's in public covers the toilet seat with 6 squares of toilet paper before she does her business but when it's her own toilet she just takes a deep breath in and out lifting up her dress, lowers her panties to her knees and gently squats down on the toilet. I on the other hand lift up my dress, yank down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sat down on the potty adjusting myself squatting as I read the newspaper as Rosalina just hummed to herself waiting. I had a funny feeling that I was going to fill up the entire potty with my waste just the same as Rosalina was going to fill up the toilet with her dump too. Until I started to wee same with Rosalina tinkling loudly then all at once the gas build up, the pressure build into our bowels and then before we knew it we both pooed. Big thick 5 inch ones for me and 4 inch chunky ones for Rosalina. There was lots of breaking wind too followed by loud splashes here and there. But nevertheless we managed to continue on pooing happily. Until it was time to wipe! I wiped and looked and saw a series of large hard turds in the potty, while Rosalina looked at hers as she wipes her vagina and bottom they were huge chunky ones with a foul rather big pongy scent added to them as well! Phew. I got up, (before flies got into the house) emptied the full potty into the toilet and me and Rosalina pulled up our royal panties and lifted down our dresses then we flushed. Thank goodness it went down quicker in a blink of a eye. But still we closed the toilet lid, rinsed and washed the potty clean ready for next time we needed to poo. And washed our hands with liquid soap and warm water. Then headed down for breakfast. Bye bye now!Lena
Response to Petro's survey
Sorry that I don't respond sooner, as a mother of a 9-year-old daughter and two sons of age 7 and 4 I'm fairly busy. Oh, and I lived in Germany all my life!
1. Is it usually difficult for you to poop?
Me: For many years it was but it's gotten better over the last four years.
2. As you're pooping, have you usually to strain a lot for pushing your poo out?
Me: Yes.
3. Do you usually fart before you start pooping?
Me: Sometimes.
4. As you go pooping, do you usually push one big turd out or do you poop several ones out as a rule?
Me: usually about to.
5. As you sit down on the toilet for pooping, have you usually to push a lot before your first turd comes out? Does it ever occur with you during pooping, that everything falls out at once?
Me: Yes, this morning it did.
6. Do you usually grunt while pooping or do you poop more often quietly?
Me: when I'm public, I try to poop more quietly.
7. Do you always poop by yourself? Do you ever use enema or suppositories?
Me: No, I don't use them
8. Do you usually go pooping as you feel you have to do it? If you sat down on the toilet and tried to poop without having an urge for it, would you be able to poop in that case?
Me: No.
9. Had you ever a situation as you sat down on the toilet for pooping and started pushing, but you couldn't push your poo out? And had you often situations as you had to push for a long time during pooping? If you had such situations, did you perceive as a positive or a negative thing?
Me: Negative
10. What is your poop schedule? At what day time do you usually go pooping?
Me: Usually in the morning.
11. Do you usually poop every day or more rarely? If you poop every day, do you do it one time a day or more than one time?
Me: I try to go daily, but sometimes I leave day out.
12. Do you like pooping? If you push a big poo out, is it pleasant for you? Do you take it for a positive thing?
Me: Yes.
13. If you've pushed a big poo out, are you proud of it?
Me: Eh, not proud, but surely like the feeling.
14. As you produced your biggest turd approximately in the 12th grade, was it very difficult for you to push it out?
Me: It was back in 2008/09, and yes, I do remember my anus hurt all day.
15. Do you ever try to poop after peeing?
Me: Sometimes.
16. Do you usually pee in the morning after getting up? If you do, do you also try to poop after it?
17. Do you like peeing? If you pee a lot of urine out, is it pleasant for you?
Me: Yes.
18. Can you stand up for peeing? If you can, do you often stand up for peeing?
Me: No, I'm a woman after all, he he.
19. Do you often make a buddy dump with somebody nowadays?
Me: Whenever it happens. I'm a stay at home mom, so I don't poop in public anymore like I used to, but me and my daughter did it a couple times and I also did with my husband and even with my older son when we went camping two years ago.
20. Do you ever poop outdoors? As you do, do you make an outdoors buddy dump with somebody of your friends?
Me: Like I said, I do while camping, and yeah, sometimes I cannot hide.
21. I'd also like to ask you: do you live in USA, if it's not a secret?
Me: No
22. And I'd also like to ask you: may I ask you some questions about your pooping and peeing as you were a young child?
Me: Eh, maybe. I remember once when I was 8 I took a poop in front of two boys from my class.Annie
Replies
Jenny-Okay. I do that too. I usually make sure the soap is nice and wet (we use shared bar soap in the shower here or our own soap when washing our hands after using the washroom), rub it between my hands and wash my hands with the soap on my hands.
Catherine-Thank you!Victoria and Robyn
Victoria's Accident
Hey guys!
Last Thursday Victoria had to experience one of her least favorite parts of IBS: mucous in her bowels. Here she is.
Something I ate must not have agreed with me because after a gassy afternoon the fart that punctuated it gave me that familiar wet, slimy feeling inside my tush. I suspected there was more and ran to the bathroom where I tore down my shorts and panties and heaved myself onto the toilet seat for a #2 that gave me more of that same feeling and those same farts. Better in that out, I thought, shuffling my cheeks into a more comfortable position and dropping shorts and underwear to ankle level. That was when I saw it.
In the very bottom of the seat of the white floral print Victoria's Secret undies I was wearing, right behind the crotch, was a small puddle of green mucous. It looked like someone had used them to blow their nose and the sight of them was so upsetting that I started spiraling. I'd just had a rear hole accident that may have ruined my panties and as the hot lump in my throat that always means tears are on the way formed I felt so gross about my body, inside and out. Would the panties be okay? Would they have to be replaced? What would Robyn think?
It didn't take long because she was in the bathroom with me as soon as she heard a sob, putting the stopper in the tub drain and drawing a bath while I finished up my BM. Robyn then turned to me, saying nothing but giving me a forehead kiss and, after gesturing towards the tub, started to wipe off my face as I recovered from my crying. With a lean towards my ear Robyn whispered, "I love you" and then at normal speaking voice asked if I was done.
I was and almost began cleaning up my poor behind when Robyn asked me to stand up and bend over. "Sweetie, don't worry about it. I'm going to wipe you and once you've been wiped take your shorts all the way off and hand me the panties. Then I'll need you to take your tank top and your bra off, set them on top of the lid with your shorts and get that booty of yours into the tub. No questions. No ifs, ands or but(t)s, Mrs. Ourreallastname."
With that she began the process of rolling off toilet paper and wiping me. I was myself again; all the worries and self-consciousness about spreading 'em after my accident were gone. Robyn was as gentle and thorough as ever and after she finished wiping me gave my cheeks a couple quick spanks as if to say good as new. As she was putting the lid back down on top of the toilet seat I stepped out of my shorts and pooped (muscoused?) panties and handed them to Robyn by their scalloped white waistband after she flushed.
My tank top and bra joined the shorts on top of the seat and I hopped in the by-then full tub. Robyn left the bathroom without a word as I slid myself under the water to chest level, feeling the water envelop my body and the sensation of being clean again.
I lost track of time in there. It could have been fifteen minutes or it could have been half an hour. Either way my bath was hitting the spot and I felt all the anxieties and worries leave my body to float in the water, eventually to go down the drain like my messy #2. Suddenly Robyn reappeared holding my soaked undies in her hands. She took her left hand off and then as she was turning them inside out I saw it. They were not only salvageable but the area in the seat and crotch that I'd mucoused in was spotless! I married a sorceress!
That's all for now but we're not leaving without wishing all of you so many hugs and kisses. See you again soon!
Love,
Victoria
&
Robyn
Anna from Astoria
Jenny's Questions
Does anyone feel awkward when they walk out of a restroom stall/cubicle at the same time as a stranger after listening to each other, pee, fart, poop and wipe?
I was a late bloomer. The popular girls were always nice to me, but I just felt so awkward around pretty, athletic girls ( and guys) as a "band geek." The only sport I played as a kid was tennis. I was not part of the sports culture in elementary and junior high, but my mother convinced me to join the high school tennis team as a freshman, and I was pretty good. My sophomore year I grew in height and muscle. In my tennis skirt, on the outside, I looked like I would blend in with the cheerleads. On the inside I was still a skinny band geek, despite the confidence I gained as the top tennis player in the distinct, let alone the high school.
One time I did not have time get to my secluded toilet by the band room for my afternoon poop, so I had to use the locker room. I had never pooped next to a another soul in school. If another girl was in stall, I would either just pee or just wash my hands and leave and hold in my poop. But I was feeling a little warmth between my cheeks fearing and accident and staining my white bloomers. There were three stalls. The end stall was taken by one of the cheerleaders based on the socks. It smelled like poop but I did not hear any noise from the toilet. Looking back, the poor girl was probably as poop shy as me as I took a seat. I did not think of that as I can feel my heart racing and my cheeks (both sets) sweating from nervousness and trying to hold my BM. I took the 1st stall to give one stall between the two of us and tried to slowly drop a log with as little noise a possible. The log dropped with a loud crackle and splash and I expected a laugh from the cheerleader, not realizing she was likely holding in her bowels, maybe bladder unit I left. Suddenly I heard another cheerleader come in and take the second middle stall. Somehow, she knew who we were from our shoes and socks. She greeted the other cheerleader whose voice I recognized then middle cheerleader greeted me " Hey Anna, looking forward to your match? you are going to kill it!" I said thanks unrolled some toilet paper wiped once and flushed and tried to leave the restroom swiftly without looking Like I was running away.
I later ran into the two cheerleaders new the tennis courts. They were very kind and gave the whole team rice Krispy treats. Most of the time they focused on supporting basketball and football, but sometimes they would cameo and support the smaller sports. I remember I did horrible on the set as I was trying not to pull out my sticky wedgie from my swift wipe. After my first set, swiftly went into the now empty girl's locker room, wet a wet towel under the sink and scrubbed my half wiped crack, then finished my poop. After I left the locker room the two cheerleaders were heading back into the locker room and smiled and cheered me on. I blushed as I walked away from them. But after than, refreshed from finishing my poop and cleaning up ( mostly) I won two sets in a row 6-, 6-0). Gradually I become more comfortable pooping in public, but this was the peak of my anxiety
MasterBlaster
To Poop Holder Dude:
Great story, give us more! How many feet would you guess that second log was that coiled out of you forever? Sounds like it had to be enormous, from the amount you ate!
Becky
To SquatSpotter
I am leaning towards diapers. But how bad do they smell? I can get in trouble for bad odors at work (and I'm very self-conscious as it is). I currently don't feel comfortable staying hydrated, but it's making me feel terrible.
I'm thinking part of it is anxiety. I am ALWAYS aware of my bladder and worried about being away from home. I try so hard to control how much I drink, but it's just not working. If there is a smell, I just don't know what to do.Andy
Diarrhea Accident as a Child
One summer when I was about 6 or 7, I was running around outside with my cousins, playing in the pool at our house. I remember I felt the sudden urge to poop, but ignored it for as long as I could before I finally ran inside to go.
When I finally sat down on the toilet, I let out one of those really long poops that stayed together in a single turd. I remember looking at it before I flushed and it wrapped around the bowl almost two times around. I went back outside to play, but not five minutes later I had to go again. I held it in again because I'd only just gone and I didn't want to miss the fun with my cousins. We were running around playing tag and I remember I was running away from who was "It", and I got so focused on that, that as I was sprinting, I suddenly felt something warm sort of drop into my board shorts (it was the kind of bathing suit with that mesh underwear on the inside), then I took a few more steps and felt this slippery feeling between my cheeks, and I realized I'd let some out in my suit.
I kept right on running straight back to the bathroom, where I carefully pulled my suit down half-way to reveal thick but mushy yellow-brown pooh smeared all over the inside of the mesh underwear part, and because it was mesh, some had gotten on the inside of the shorts too. I panicked then because it was such a mess, but I knew I had to clean up, so I first lowered the suit to the floor, and panicked some more because in doing that, a few globs of the soft pooh fell out onto the rug in front of the toilet, and also on the back of my calf.
I stepped out of the suit and got a big wad ot toilet paper, then bent over a bit as I tried to wipe my bum, but the paper slid out completely covered in mushy pooh. I threw all that into the toilet and got another wad and did it again with the same messy results. I was grabbing another handful of paper when I suddenly had to go quite urgently again. I quickly hopped on the toilet seat just in time as a rush of more soft pooh came out all over the dirty paper I'd thrown in there.
Just then I heard a knock on the door and it was my Dad asking if I was ok (I think i might have been in there longer than I thought). He cracked the door open and I sheepishly told him I'd pooped my pants. He then came in fully and asked me if I had diarrhea. I said I wasn't sure, but he looked at the mess in the toilet and said he thought I did. Then he asked me if I was done and I said I wasn't sure about that either, because I could feel sone pressure builing up again. He told me to lean forward, so I did, and he flushed he toilet while I waa still on it, because it was already so full. Then he left me sitting there while he went to get me a clean bathing suit and a bag to put the soiled one in.
While he was gone, more poop came out with a few farts and created a mushy pile at the front of the bowl.It was now much more runny and I remember watching it slide down into the water in the bowl.
My dad came back and saw I had done more, and told me to push to get it all out, so I did, and it was a bit embarassing to have him stand there while I grunted out three more waves of soft, sloppy pooh and farts.
When I was finally done, he helped me wipe, then made me get into the shower to rinse off while he cleaned the toilet and removed the soiled rug to wash it.
I ended up not going back outside to play, because I still didn't feel great, and that turned out to be the right choice, because I ended up having to run to the bathroom 2 more times within the next hour to make more soft diarrhea.Princess Toadstool Peach
My Dally Morning to Bedtime Routine
ZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZ!! (Yawn!) Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am talking about my morning and night routine. Every morning after I wake up out of bed, make my bed, get off my nightcap, I do my morning exercises, I get myself a nice cup of coffee from my coffee maker have fibre fruit and yogurt for breakfast then I go to the bathroom for a quick good morning bathroom break I drink my coffee, brush my hair then my teeth then I give my pube private parts a quick shave and then I walk over to the toilet, then I lift the lid, pull my pyjama pants down, give my bottom a little wiggle then sit down on the toilet as I sat I read the newspaper and check out what Garfield is up to along with his dog friend Odie and human owner Jon Arbuckle. I wee for a little while then I push out my dump pinching my loaf. I feel it peeking out of my bottom poo hole as my bowels grow stronger and hot gas builds up my body. Then I pooed. OOF! That was quite heavy. But my pooh poos are often very thick and 5 inches filling up the toilet so much. Then I wipe both my vagina and bottom with toilet paper. Then I get off the toilet, pull up my PJ pants, then flush it away. It goes down thank goodness after I wash my hands! Then the rest of the day goes just as I planned, I go have a shower, get dressed, I hang out with my boyfriend Super Mario Mario for a bit of "Fun", then see my friends Rosalina, Zelda and Bethany Mild for a milkshake, have a good lunch of roast beef, broccoli and crispy roasted potatoes and gravy along with fresh fruit salad for desert. Then after a quick tinkle, I go to take a quick nap for a bit after doing yoga and going for a jog with Rosalina then afterwards I wake up watch the Super Mario Bros Movie on TV. (Best movie!!) then after the movie I head to Mario's house for dinner. He usually makes me this amazing chicken Alfredo dish and it's so ????! Then I head upstairs of my tallest tower by candlelight, put my candle on my bedside table, go brush my teeth, have a bath, put my Pjs on, shave my pubes then go for a another enormous poo in the toilet, OOf and I mean it too! Then I head over to bed, say my prayers, flop into bed, squeeze out the pillows, settling myself, stick my feet outside the blankets and sheets, put on my nightcap, tuck myself in bed, count sheep until finally I yawn and fall..ZZZZZzzzzz!!
Annie
Short update and replies
Hi everyone. No big poops lately (been constipated and on my period) so I have been eating as healthy as possible and drinking plenty of water to soften everything up. Hopefully at my program or after my program today I will be able to do a big satisfying poop. I will also drink coffee at my program too (they have tea, coffee and water set up at the program for people to help themselves). Weather is raining and thundering but I will be going in and out of a van to get there (we get picked up and dropped off for it).
Now for some replies:
Jenny-I would put the soap on a face cloth/washing rag, get it all wet and soapy and clean yourself that way. I sometimes do that if TP isn't enough and I do that too while showering. Feels better.
Catherine-Thank you!
Hopefully later I can do a good one
AnnieBobert
Youngest daughter incident
I'm 68 and in the process of helping my youngest daughter move into a new condo. She recently turned 31. Well, we had just finished getting a bunch of boxes and things moved into the place, and we were driving over to the lowes because she needed to get blinds and curtains. She was acting kinda funny in the car, like seeming stressed or uncomfortable and shifting in her seat a lot, but I didn't say anything. We were almost to Lowes when she tooted audibly, then got the giggles about it. She couldn't stop laughing and I said "what are 8 years old?" Which made her start laughing harder. As she laughed there were tears going down her face and she was squeezing her legs and clutching her stomach, I was stunned how funny she thought a fart was at her age. Then as she was laughing she kept tooting more, and was gasping like she was trying to talk but couldn't. After a moment she started to get her composure back, and by then the whole car reeked. I thought it was just because she was farting like a machine gun, but then she filled me in and said "I literally just pooped in my pants." Sure enough we pulled into the lowes and parked, we got out to check the damage and the seat of her jeans was puffy with a big egg shaped wet brown spot on them. It was surreal to see, but I still sprung into dad mode just as I would if she were little and rushed to wrap a jacket around her waist and form a plan. We got back in the car and went to the wal mart nearby where she was able to get new pants and underwear and wipes etc, and I got some cleaner for the carseat. By the time she was finished changing her pants I had the seat taken care of, and just like that it was all taken care of and we went to Lowes and shopped for blinds like nothing happened. She forbid me from telling her mom or sisters. I imagine she will tell them herself when she feels the time is right, since it is pretty funny that she pooped her pants laughing too hard at her farts, lol.
VioletIndigo
Response to Justin re Discount Stores, stories
Responding to Justin's post about needing to poop when entering discount stores:
I haven't experienced this myself, but your question reminded me of a couple of stories. During the summer after high school, my friend (who was in college at the time) and I went to Target for whatever reason. As soon as we walked in, she pretty much made a b-line to the bathroom and I joined her. I just needed to pee. We took nearby stalls and sat down to pee. I wiped, went to the sinks to wash my hands, and from the stall she told me she had to poop and she'd be a while longer, blaming her gluten allergy. I decided to give her some privacy, and so I left the bathroom and sat on the bench right outside of the bathroom. I wound up playing on my phone for a bit. After 15 minutes of not hearing from her, I popped my head into the bathroom and asked if she was okay. It smelled horrible. She said she was fine, and so I went back to the bench and continued to play on my phone. She wasn't out for another 10 or 15 minutes. I think she went home right after that, since she was feeling sick.
Another time, at that same Target (I think I was by myself), I went to the bathroom to pee. Immediately, I was hit with the strong smell of poop in the relatively busy bathroom. I took a stall next to a woman who was already in there. As I finished up peeing, the woman in the next stall asked me if I could hand her some toilet paper beneath the stall. It was pretty clear by the smell and the sounds she was making that she was pooping, and so I made sure to give her extra toilet paper before cleaning up and leaving. I've run out of paper after pooping in stalls before, and it's miserable, and so I wanted to make sure she was covered.
I don't go to retail stores too often to be honest. I know you mentioned gym bathrooms. The gym bathrooms I've used have usually been busy, and are often smelly. My hypothesis for why the rate of needing to poop at these retail stores is because usually, when my friends and I have decided to go to these discount stores, it can be an hours-long activity - maybe we'll start at a Marshall's, then go to a TJ Maxx, then to a Ross, and maybe stop at a discount store. Being away from home all day makes the likelihood you'll feel the need to poop in public higher. I have probably pooped in one of these kinds of stores at least a couple of times in my life and I just don't remember, and I vaguely remember waiting for other friends of mine to finish pooping at these stores.David P
Questions and quick story
Hello all I don't have much to say so haven't posted in ages. I just generally am having an easy time going for a poo and go pretty much every day. First I want to reach out to Jasmin K and a question aimed at everyone.
Jasmkn K - I miss your stories and would like to know how you are getting on? How are the toilet visits?
Abbie - I seriously miss your stories. I used to look forward to reading them each week and it's been like 3 years now without an update. I truly hope you read this and return. How are you?
Now for a question aimed at everyone - in the old posts by Abbie I used to read a lot about her giant hard logs getting sucked back up when stopping straining. I am curious why the poo would go back inside as this isn't a problem I tend to get and can't remember having this since I was a kid. I wonder why it does that? I was always wondering why and was always very impressed with the determination needed to keep pushing to stop it going back in. Also anyone have any stories of this happening?
Here is a quick story, At the weekend we went away on holiday and stayed on a camp site. I hadn't been for a poo for a couple days before so on the Saturday I woke up and as soon as my eyes opened the urge hit me. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I usually have a squatty potty at home to put my feet up onto but in the lodge I didn't so I just sat on the toilet with my feet flat on the floor. The tip came out easily. It was hard and hurt. I was determined not to push at all so I just sat there. I looked between my legs and the tip just sat there stretching my hole and not budging. Still determined not to push I just sat there and after 2 long minutes I could feel something moving. I looked between my legs again and ever so slowly the turd started to move and got softer and started to slither out. It landed into the loo without a sound. I wiped and flushed and washed my hands. Later in the morning I felt like I needed to go again but had already left the house. My anus felt really full but luckily after passing some farts the feeling went away. Good as I hate going in public. We did some sea side activities and had a really good time. By the time I got back to the lodge the pressure had returned. I went to sit again and nothing would come out so I began to strain and actually passed a very thin stringy bit which took so much wiping to be clean.
All for now.
David P
Catherine
Responses
Hi everyone! I hope everyone is doing well and dooing well!
Eternally Curious: I don't know if this relates to what you are looking for but my whole reason for posting on this forum is my own personal obsession with my bowel habits. I do think that I am not normal when it comes to this, but here goes:
1. I used to be obsessed with photographing and journaling ALL of my bowel movements. This stopped when I married and started living with Alan back in 2016. But I still have the journal and photos stored on a thumb drive. Now, I only keep photos of the best ones or most interesting ones.
2. I will never courtesy flush. I must see the whole load regardless of the smell.
3. Though it's only happened less than ten times in my life, I have a thing for genuine "solid" accidents.
Regarding your comments, do you consider yourself anxious? It sounds like your thumbsucking is a comforting response to your mother, who made you anxious. If you sought a therapist, could you discuss other times when you revert to thumb-sucking and casually mention the bathroom? Either way, I hope that you find what you need to feel better and live the wonderful life that you deserve!
Jenny, back at you, sistah! I think I was always shy to look at my teammates' panties if they were changing. I do remember one or two mentioning skidmarks. I guess I was more interested in whether a teammate had done a really large bowel movement more so than the condition of their underwear. But I am sure that you are not the only one who got skidmarks. And between the two of us, you are not the one obsessed with solid accidents...LOL!
I will ask "Beth" about skidmarks and see if she has anything to add to this conversation. Maybe I can introduce her to the forum!
As for summer, being from the Deep South it is always hot and humid and I make sure to drink plenty of water. But I am really glad that you got all that out, even though you had to work at it!
I hope you are well, Jenny! I feel that if we knew each other in person we would be great friends!
Ellie M,
I am so sorry that you have been experiencing the symptoms that you have. I had IBS-like symptoms as a preteen and have managed them with diet, exercise, prayer/meditation all my teen and adult life (I'm 43). Of course, back then it was sometimes referred to as a spastic colon. I hope that you can find help so that you can live your best life!
1. When did you realise you had a condition/decided to get a diagnosis? As a Preteen
2. How do you manage it within a working environment? (E.g are you embarassed needing to go number 2 around colleagues, try to wait until it's quiet at all?) I go at home in the morning and the evening. I have trained my body for these bowel habits.
3. How do you find it while traveling to new places? I'm a frequent visitor to new towns or countries and often the worry of finding a toilet can be nervy! Foreign countries tend to have "pay to use" bathrooms - idk if anyone has experiences or stories of this? When I travel I tend to get backed up. Of course, I've been managing my symptoms so I haven't really had any issues with urgent diarrhea unless I'm sick.
4. Are you comfortable mentioning it to friends or family? Not only saying you have the condition but when you need the loo, can you feel open to talk to anyone... If I have to go I am going to go. Yes, I get a little embarrassed, but again, I have done well as an adult.
I don't feel that my answers are that helpful. But I hope that they can at least help you to know that there is help and you can get your bowels to a point where these symptoms are no longer a worry!
Prayers and warm thoughts are with you, Ellie!
Radu: At 43 I would not be near as mortified about my bowel movements! I am quite proud of them and I do enjoy them. So, I imagine that if I clogged a toilet or had a noisy movement, I would be a little embarrassed but would have a more "it is what it is" attitude! I hope you are well.
To Anthony T: If you are still on this forum I would love to know more about the airplane accident that you posted.
And to everyone else, I hope you all have some wonderful, memorable bowel movements!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Denise
Responses and a story
Hi everyone!
To Catherine: Yes, I definitely know this experience! Happened to me the other day, I had a weird stomachache and just felt off until I sat on the toilet and a huge poop came out, I felt yards better afterwards! Love the cleansing power of a good dump. I'm glad you felt better too.
To Justin: Not quite the same, but I've heard of this in other contexts. I worked in a shopping mall once and our storage room was underground, accessed by a long hallway lit with fluorescent lights. One of my coworkers always complained that she had to poop when we went down there. She figured it was the lights that did it. Many a time we'd work down there until she ran upstairs in a panic, clenching and sweating with the effort of holding it in. She never had any accidents as far as I knew, though.
I wanted to share one of my accidents from my later teen years, the type where I could have held on, but let it out for convenience reasons. This particular accident was an odd one, because it happened in public which is always so much more embarrassing, but also letting it out on purpose gave me a bit of control over it, which made it less embarrassing.
Anyway, I was about 17 and had started a job at a little supermarket. It was one of my first closing shifts so I was still learning the ropes. I'd been busy all day and of course neglected my bathroom needs without intending to. As part of our closing regime, the one bathroom (which was outside the store, like a gas station bathroom) was cleaned and locked about a half hour before we left. It was within this half hour that I realized how badly I had to go and that a big poop was now banging at the back door. Usually I was not very shy about my bathroom needs because having an accident was MUCH more embarrassing, but this was one of the rare situations where I was a bit self conscious, being a new employee and all, so I just kept my mouth shut and crossed my legs. Besides, I was pretty sure I'd seen some public bathrooms a few blocks away on my walk in so I thought I'd just go there.
So finally we close up and I head off towards the bathrooms, about two blocks away. I had to wait at a red light at each street, and both times I felt my poop start to turtlehead forcefully. I knew I was near the end of my tether. I approached the bathrooms and my heart sank as I realized they were locked. I took a deep breath and tried to think.
It was still a half hour walk home from here, and I knew there was no chance of me making it. I wasn't super familiar with this area, so I wasn't sure whether there were any other public bathrooms between here and home. I did know that I'd pass through a much busier part of town on my way back, where going unnoticed would be much more difficult.
My thoughts were interrupted by another sharp cramp and I gasped as I felt my poop try to come out again. I had to squirm and cross my legs and bounce a bit to keep it in. Just then I saw a passing man give me a sympathetic look and I realized what was happening - I was potty dancing desperately in front of a locked bathroom in public. I blushed and knew I had to figure this out, fast. Then I noticed a small corner park across the street and had an idea. I figured if I was going to shit myself, which at this point was guaranteed, I might as well try to get some privacy for myself. I headed over to the park and looked around. There were a couple of benches, one of which had two older men sitting on them. In the back corner was a big patch of flowers and a rosebed which backed onto some hedges. I made a quick plan - I would pretend to examine the flowers, and poop myself where nobody could see me.
I walked past the two men, my heart beating fast. I remember it felt weird, it was just like getting up from the couch during movie night and walking past my family for a bathroom break, except the bathroom was going to be my underwear, and I was gonna do it in public. I remember thinking 'they don't know I'm going to poop my pants'. I walked over to the flower area. I was turtleheading hard and knew it was only a minute or two from a genuine accident anyway. I knelt carefully in front of the flowers, before swinging my legs from the knees down outward slightly, in kind of a W shape, which I sat a bit further into. I tried to focus on the flowers. Immediately my stomach cramped sharply and I didn't try to hold back. A huge poop started spreading my cheeks apart and pushing into my pants. I tried keeping a poker face as I felt it push out then spread down and across my butt in a warm mass. It felt good to have a bit of privacy and control over a bad situation, but of course I felt tremendously self conscious to be going to the bathroom in my pants in public. It felt super weird, it's hard to describe.
Finally I finished, and stood up carefully. I discreetly felt the back of my pants and of course the bulge was huge, it felt like I'd pooped two pounds! I had a sweatshirt in my bag, so I fished it out and tied it around my waist. My face was beet red. I walked out, past the men again who didn't seem to notice me, and headed home. I remembered the man who'd seen me in front of the bathrooms, and felt super self conscious. I couldn't help but worry if someone had seen me, and how it would look: I had potty danced in front of locked bathrooms, having an obvious bathroom emergency, before walking across the street and squatting in the corner of a park for a few minutes with a red face, then tying a shirt around my waist and walking off. If anyone had been paying attention it would have been super obvious what I had done. I just hoped nobody had noticed me.
The walk home was definitely the worst part, usually my accidents took place either near or at home, so I was used to being able to clean up right away. I felt like a toddler with a full diaper, walking all that way with my loaded pants. Having an accident was always a shameful experience, but having to keep my full pants on for another thirty minutes kept the shame live longer than usual. I tried keeping a distance from people as best I could so they wouldn't be offended by the smell. Of course once I got about 10 minutes further I saw a fast food place I could've gone into, lol. But to be honest, I wasn't even sure I could have made it ten minutes, probably not.
I got home and my family were all in the living room at the back of the house, so I was able to get upstairs and clean myself up without anybody knowing, which was a relief.
Thanks for reading!
ClevelandGuy
Best poop ever
Hello all. Very simplistic title I know. I also imagine it's a topic that's been discussed maybe hundreds of times on here. I'm in my 40s, but despite the thousands of times I've pooped in my life, there's one that stick out as the best one I've ever taken. It felt so wonderful during the act and I felt great for hours afterwards.
It was the summer of 2019. I was working 3rd shift. My then wife had cooked this curry chicken, ????, and something I've never had before - quinoa. I ate it at my desk before I started working. I work at a hospital, so a couple hours after eating, I'm letting off highly toxic farts at my cubicle. Thankfully I was the only one in my department so I could fart freely, loud and proud. They STUNK. Then the urge to poop hit me so I went to a nearby bathroom across from my work area. The moment I sat down this gassy explosion of soft, dark brown, sausage like poop filled the toilet. So glad no one else was there cuz the bathroom was lit to the fullest. As I was thinking this poop is so spectacular, all of a sudden all this muddy poop came pouring out of me on top of the monstrosity already there. This wasn't diarrhea as some people would believe it to be - just a large, toilet-bowl filling dump that stunk very much but felt very good. The quinoa I ate for the first time in my life caused it. I've tried to eat it again to have another poop like that, but it hasn't happened.
So again, out of 40+ years of pooping, that one stood out. I love taking soft, gassy, and relieving poops so that one was perfect - to me at least. Can you all think of a poop you've taken that was so memorable for the right reasons - like one that you wish you could take at least on a weekly basis? That quinoa dump was mine. Take care and happy pooping.
PJ (He/Him)
Eternally Curious- I believe not everyone gets skidmarks, but a lot of people do. Maybe even a majority of people. I have heard the analogy if a bird pooped on you would you clean it up with just a paper towel or would you clean you dirty dishes with a dry sponge. It amazing what kind of mess we clean up with literal dry paper. My wife and I often thought about this potty training our child. She is a pediatrician and noted we clean our young children with wet wipes and they get cleaner than their parents who wipe with just toilet paper ( not including when they poop themselves. I don't think anyone likes getting skidmarks, but it's not something to shame others or feel shame about. Rather if it is uncomfortable. consider wet wipes, bidets, sprays and even a mirror on the toilet lid so see you wiping job when you poop. Like my wife says, we can see when we clean our children butts but not our own so its kind of guess when we are clean. There was a survey on this forum this last month about skidmarks in the toilet and in underwear. I think it supports there theory that Some people may just have easier poop to clean up depending on their poop composition and chemistry. Some people can just wear tight white briefs and thongs and seldom get skidmarks, but its no shame to get them as you can read on this forum. My wife is a smart, attractive physician and I just saw her skidmarked lace panties this morning (sorry honey, 'we're anonymous here though!)
No shame in therapy either. You don't even have to bring up the skidmarks right away, or even at all. Please take care of your mental health regardless of the issue.
Jenny- Everyone in my house is taking longer to poop. I myself had to push out poops more than I am used to and I feel like I am going bust a blood vessel. I am working on the fruit and fiber myself. My wife the physician is also straining on the toilet right now next door.
Catherine - I generally feel better from shorter poops than longer poops. my longer poops are ether hard to pass, or diarrhea. I'm glad your long messy poops are satisfying
Justin-I have seen those social media trends on pooping in stores. My wife says it happens to her a couple times a year. My unexpected poops are usually at the gym myself as I do not like to poop at the gym and they are filthy, smelly and have the thinnest toilet paper. I either get extra poop on my boxer briefs, hands ...or both