PJ (He/Him)
Marshall Poop
I have an unbelievable story! Not only is the story something I would read and doubt that is true, but the timing based on our recent forums!!!
I went to Marshall's with my wife to shop for clothes. Of course, both my wife and I both had to poop when we arrived. I had never had to poop at Marshall's before. My wife says it happens to her every other shopping trip to Marshalls. We had laughed as we talked about the social media shorts on all the platforms about the phenomenon of the ladies who have to poop while shopping at discount stores! Well I'm one of gals now!!!
It was a quick, smelly sold poop. No splashes or farts, just crackles, a strong smell and at least 6 messy wipes before the toilet paper looked ALMOST clean. The toilet paper was thin too, so I would probably get some skidmarks if I had worn light colored boxer briefs. I texted my wife "how's the toilet paper in the ladies". And she replied " It's good I'm wearing black panties, but they are going to be riding up :( "
I wiped one more time and flushed all the toilet paper without issues flushing. When I washed my hands, a young brown haired women in a sundress ran in with her hand on her butt " saying...I'm so sorry" and she ran into at stall and pulled her thong down to her calves and sat down before closing the stall. I heard a lot of diarrhea and farting noises. " Oh no!!! she yelled.
"I'm sorry. are you ok, my wife is a physician..or I can just watch the door to make sure no one comes in to give you privacy.."
"I'm sorry..I just really had to go....I think I'm ok....but she dropped a credit card below the stall. " this is so embarassing..can you have your wife buy me the cheapest underwear and shorts in a size 7 and medium ...I...uhh..."
"No worries, I understand," I left the room and guarded the door from other men and texted my wife to meet me when she was done. " Be right there, wiping for the 10th time lol "
My wife came out a few minutes lates. " Is it busy in there?" I asked
"Yeah I got in before a rush" . I got my wife up to speed with the woman's situation and size. She checked in on the woman to make sure she was ok. my wife quickly the woman a running shirt and shorts. She took the woman's credit card because she insisted but did not use it. I head the woman thank my wife. Once we decided she was ok, we left her alone
Bianca
To Jc
Hi Jc. I hope your diarrhea from that yucky tuna goes away soon. Sounds like you had butt lava. That was the most explosive poop story I read today.
Annie
To Lena
Thank you. I've had bowel issues (constipation) since I was a baby (born 2 months early and am on prescription laxatives as well as eating healthy and drinking lots of water). As a baby I used to pull my knees to my chest and grunt. Now I still suffer from constipation but I eat healthy and drink lots of water and as a result go a lot when I finally do go. I hope you can go too. Try drinking a cup of hot or warm water. That should soften everything up.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Still a little bit Sleepy but have to Wee & Poo Nonetheless!
ZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZ!! (Yawn!) Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach I'm a little bit tired and also sleepy today after a real busy day the other night but I have to get up because I'm needing to do a wee and maybe a poo too. So the sooner I get this done the sooner I get to go back to bed. I take off my nightcap and I walk over to the bathroom for my big but early morning bathroom break 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 then my bladder tingles and then within seconds as soon as I adjust myself squatting I then begin to wee tinkling loudly into the toilet "TSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssshhhhhhhhhh dripdripdrop!" Ahhh feels good now I feel like I'm needing to go poo. I relax, push lightly as I pinch my loaf so all my dump waste comes out of my bottom poo hole then I pooed as well as break wind loudly "TOOT!! PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK PLOP PLOP PLOP PAAARRPP PLOOP FOOMP!!!" Whew already there is a slight chance I filled up that toilet and left quite a smell. Phew! Time to wipe. I wipe my vagina and my bottom nice and clean with toilet paper then I get off the toilet, pull my PJ pants up, then I flush it all down. "FLUUUUSSSSShhhhhhh!!" My what a relief that's over and it went down perfectly well! (YAWN!!) Just need to wash my hands…you know what I'm so sleepy I think I should head back to bed. (YAWN!!) I put on my nightcap on, flop into bed and pretty soon after that is all done and over with I then fall into a long deep relaxing…zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!
Thursday, July 25, 2024
Tricky
The day after I ate too many lima beans
I was 16. It was a Saturday afternoon. A big pot of lima beans was served for an early dinner, and I gorged myself on them. I must have eaten 5 or 6 big heaping bowls full of them, as the pot was almost gone and the rest of the family was expecting leftovers for the next day that were now going to be unavailable. Because I ate way too much.
When I went to bed that night, I was constantly farting. That remained the case in the morning and through the Sunday after. I ate the rest of the lima beans that Sunday, another 2 large bowls. I didn't poop all day that Sunday either, but there was lots of farting.
Monday came around, and I was farting all morning as I was getting ready for school. I felt a large, painful weight in my gut. I tried to poop before leaving, but was unable to. I had just transferred to a new school and this was my second week there. Unlike my previous school, this one actually had doors on their bathroom stalls, so I had much fewer reservations about pooping here, even if I might still find it a bit awkward or embarrassing.
On the ride to school, by insides were loudly churning while I held in farts to keep from stinking up my father's car. As I get dropped off and walked to the entrance, I knew I'd have to take a quick poop, at least as quick as I could for the circumstances. I still had 5 minutes before my first class was to begin, which would hopefully be enough time to avoid tardiness. Each footstep caused the solid mass docking in my rectum to churn and slosh about, putting unwanted pressure on my sphincter, while gas kept silently blowing out. My walking moved my buttcheeks back and forth and each time my legs passed each other, another fart would escape. The pressure was painful. I could smell the trail of stink following me as I rushed into the nearest Boys' room with only seconds to take a seat, hoping that at least one stall would be available.
A group of about 10 boys conversing near the sinks stared at me as I rushed in. I hurriedly rushed to the nearest stall and latched the stall door. This was not my first time pooping at this new school as I'd already gotten into the habit of doing so each day since the first day, thanks to no longer having to put up with the doorless stalls and stall-less toilets at my previous school. And I'd even pooped with a few other boys in the room already, including having pooped in adjacent stalls next to at least one person by this point and having exited a stall with a few boys washing their hands at the sinks after seeing my shoes/pants/ankles and having heard me poop and/or wipe my butt. But I was still nervous about pooping in a stall with a large crowd of boys in the room just hanging around not even using the restroom for its intended purpose, but instead as a place for socializing. I rightfully worried I would be singled out as the pooper and maybe harassed or bullied. Since I was the new kid at this school, all attention was on me as I stood in that stall, frantically unbuckling my belt and anticipating much needed relief of my bowels, feeling sick with embarrassment at what I was about to do in front of this unwanted crowd.
It was an emergency. It was bad enough that even if it was an open toilet nightmare like I had used at a military base earlier that year(See "Semper Fi", page 2955), I'd have still sat down out of desperation in front of this crowd. But I had the luxury of a stall with a door, and not one of those stupid half door setups either. It was bad and I had no choice, but at least the privacy was conducive enough to avoid total humiliation. Time was of such essence that my choice was the nearest stall, the least ideal one from a privacy standpoint out of all the 5 other stalls available in the room. My bowels weren't going to wait another second. I was thankful to have a stall door, gaps be damned.
As I got my belt loose, I hurriedly dropped my pants and underwear all the way to my shoes, and before I could even seat my skinny, hairless butt down all the way, I felt a wave of pain rushed to my lower abdomen as what I feared to be diarrhea was forcibly exiting my butthole.
*FROR-R-R-R-R-RRRRRRRRRRRRRT-T*
With my butt now fully seated and my ankles fully exposed by the 1 foot gap at the bottom of the stall, the longest, loudest, most embarrassing fart I'd ripped at this new school to this point, and for possibly my entire two years there, had just involuntarily roared on out with a presence and fury that shook the walls and echoed about the restroom with an obnoxious rancor, as if to spite me. My legs involuntarily quivered at the relief of this pressure release while everyone in the room went quiet. I felt so embarrassed. That fart was so loud it interrupted their conversation, and the room was now so silent you could hear a pin drop.
But that was just the opening salvo, and it was too late to halt the flow. The non-gaseous matter involuntarily came rushing out as soon as the fart ended.
*FLUFSHPTSHFLFTPTSHLUPFPFTSHHHFPTSHLORFT*
It was some of the loudest crackling my butt had ever done. It felt like the diarrhea I thought it was, but it was anything but. A wide, exceptionally smooth, yet somewhat messy log of crap forced my buttcheeks apart and smeared itself all over on the way out as it rapidly exited. It felt extremely wet, extremely heavy, sloppy, and kept on pouring out. I could feel the load lighten on my insides at a rate of an ounce per second as more and more of it rapidly and loudly slid out, uninterrupted.
*SHLUPFTFLUT-T-TPHSHLPFT*
And the conversation was still stopped. To my slight horror, the realization finally set in that they were all listening to a massive log of crap involuntarily slide out of my butt, after seeing me enter the stall and drop my pants to my shoes. They saw my face and spiked hair before I entered the stall, saw that I was wearing all black, and knew who I was. I stood out among teh rest of the students plus I was "the new kid".
After a very awkward 10 seconds or so had passed since the long, loud fart, while the otherwise silent restroom seemed to amplify the embarrassing noises my body was generating as I was defecating, one of the students then said,
"Yah, that's the new kid. He's weird."
Another then said,
"...and it's not because you're stinking us all out by taking a huge, dirty, disgusting dump!"
"Epic."
There was some muffled laughter.
Another kid remarked, "Hey new kid, how old are you?"
I felt so uncomfortable. I didn't answer his question. I sat there in embarrassment as poop was loudly and involuntarily pouring out of me.
"He's a junior. He's in my 1st period class."
I didn't like the fact that they were talking about me, while I was taking a shit near them. It mad me feel vulnerable and slightly violated. I didn't know what they were going to do. I recall the culture of bullying at my previous schools, and how anyone who needed to poop at school was in an extremely vulnerable and possibly dangerous situation. As a result, my sphincter involuntarily pinched it off early out of nervousness.
*BLOOP*
But I couldn't hold it back. It remained uninterrupted as yet more kept sliding out at the same pace as earlier, loud crackling echoing about the Boys' room as the matter audibly smeared itself against my butt on its way out.
*SCHLUFFTSHLPFTPFFFFFFFFFFT*
There were a few awkward chuckles regarding the situation. They definitely heard the poop sliding out of my ass and there was no secret what I was doing less than 10 feet from where there stood. The silence and context of the situation made the sound of the poop crackling its way out of my butt that much more awkward to me and probably everyone in the room. It sounded gross on a visceral level, and it was loud.
One boy yelled, "You, the kid taking a giant crap, you look 12!"
Then another pleaded,
"Please, don't tease him. He's shy. We're embarrassing him."
That kid wasn't wrong. I was not liking the attention I was getting and it made me nervous. They knew that I knew that they knew what I was doing in that stall, and everyone could hear it as I sat there with my pants on the floor and legs exposed, the involuntary movement thereof broadcasting to anyone looking at my shoes how serious of a bathroom emergency this was. They knew what was going on. It was a full frontal assault on all of their senses in some way. But I was powerless to do anything else as my body dictated what needed to be done, as it kept forcefully sliding on out of me...
*PLUFFTSHOOFTUFT-PLUT-T-T-Z-T-Z-T-PFFFTTTSHLOP*
"Sounds like he really had to go."
Another kid remarked,
"We've all been there."
"Sorry. We didn't mean to bother you."
And just like that, then they continued their earlier conversation as if I wasn't even there. No one was harassing me. No one was trying to stare at me through the gap between the cubicle and door. No one was making fun of me or imitating my noises. No one was deriding me. No one was trying to perform some kind of other rude prank. And I feared all of those things would happen. Yet there I sat like a fool with my pants on the floor and bare legs in full view of everyone else in the room, a solid turd loudly and forcefully crackling its way out of my butt and making my legs involuntarily quiver with relief as each log dropped and a new one immediately rushed forth to take its place. The poop felt so good, one of the best I ever felt, in spite of the less than ideal circumstances(the ideal being total privacy without an audience).
This relatively chill environment was very much unlike my previous school.
*BLOOSH*
I continued extruding out yet another massive, wide, wet log composed primarily of post-processed lima beans. There was lots of loud, gaseous emissions accompanying the mass as it slid out, but I couldn't help it. Trying to slow the flow would only cause pain, and there wasn't much point in doing so as I was trying to hurry and not be late for my first class. And everyone in the room no longer seemed to care what I was doing. It was loud enough that they all definitely heard it, but they paid me no mind as I loudly and hurriedly voided my bowels less than 10 feet from where they were standing.
After about 2 minutes, everything was out. The final log dropped in with a *BLOOSH* and I started wiping. And wiping. And wiping. The toilet paper roller rattled and squeaked as I rolled generous amounts of cheap 1-ply off of it to wipe with. I was in a hurry but was still able to take at least a minute to wipe, making 5 or 6 passes before getting clean(I'm a thorough wiper and avoid underwear skidmarks).
I got my pants back on, buckled my belt, and looked into the toilet briefly. The entire toilet bowl was full of light-brown dirt logs, one of them forming a coil pile in the center of the bowl. I flushed and it all went down cleanly. I exited the stall and the students all briefly looked at me as I approached one of the sinks. We could see each other in the mirror while they continued talking, and I washed my hands.
They seemed to accept what I just did in their presence as perfectly normal and acceptable and didn't seem to care anything further about it. This NEVER would have been the case at any previous school I attended, stall doors or not.
One of the kids then asked,
"Hey new kid. How old are you?"
I answered,
"Sixteen."
He remarked,
"What!? I'm a freshman and you look younger than me!"
One of my classmates then said,
"He's in my AP Physics class."
"I'm in that class too. 1st period."
The warning bell rang and we all exited the Boys' room to get to our first class on time. As we made our way to class, there was no awkward eye contact or staring, no snide remarks, no comments on the smell or the loud farting and plopping they were all just subjected to by me, nothing. I sat next to two of these students in my first class, and saw more of the same students that shared the restroom with me that morning in other classes. During the rest of the day, I never heard so much as anyone mention that I pooped or farted at school.
It was now that I realized that pooping in the Boys' restrooms was 100% socially acceptable here at this new school, without question. I was not fully expecting this. But, that was now the new world in which I found myself. It was a massive improvement to my quality of life. No more doorless stalls, no more bullies, no more holding it in all day. All restrooms had normal size stalls with normal size doors, for at least the minimally acceptable privacy I was used to seeing almost everywhere else(except for the locker room, which had a half wall which still covered everything but the user's head as they sat, still making it marginally acceptable, my use of which will be told later). Someone would deliberately have to stare at me through the gaps to invade my privacy, and I don't recall anyone there ever doing so. It was nice.
Because of this inviting toilet environment, and because my home bathroom had so many family members competing to randomly use it at any given time, school became my preferred place to poop. I ended up pooping there hundreds of times for the two years I was enrolled, in the presence of virtually all of my fellow male classmates at one time or another. A once or twice a day sit down session in a stall was typical for me, usually soon after lunch and sometimes again at the end of the day before leaving. No one ever harassed, belittled, or otherwise made fun of me for it outside of the rare jovial and/or bemused comment acknowledging what I was in fact doing(nothing ever mean-spirited or egregious). And lots of other boys used the stalls to poop, even in an adjacent stall beside me. No matter who else was in the restroom while I was seated, there was never a need to hold back. I was free to let it all come out as it normally would, noise, smell, and all. And I didn't need to wait for everyone to leave before I could exit and wash my hands. Whoever was at the sinks and saw me leave the stall after blowing it up, never judged me for it, and the presence of other students just hanging out in the restroom never deterred me from seating myself in a stall either.
It was because of this school that I got comfortable pooping in public. Pooping in a public restroom stall at college or the workplace later on was rarely ever uncomfortable because I became so used to it, and the same could be said for any random public restroom of adequate privacy. This was regardless of who else was in the room with me, including people I saw every day. And I have this second high school to thank for that.
The partitionless bowl-style urinals were another story though. I found peeing at this school more awkward than pooping, by far, because I found it less private and didn't like standing there holding my unit out in front of everyone in full view. But when peeing, I kept my eyes on the task at hand, and assumed my fellow male students standing shoulder to shoulder next to me did so as well. This was a preferred tradeoff vs the doorless stalls at my previous school, by far.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Baby Rosalina and Baby Peach Potty training Outside together
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am once again babysitting Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina. They are potty training still today and I'm hoping they will be able to go wee or poo in their potties. So later on I packed up their potties and I took them for a little pram ride outside in the sunshine. It was such a beautiful day out here. Until all of a sudden Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina told me they had to make a poopoo and a wee too. So I got out their potties, put them down in the shade, and got Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina out of their prams, pulled down their pants and their Huggies diaper nappy pull ups and then sit them on their potties as I made up a story about potty training to them to get them to go. The story was about a little tiny girl named Polly who was young as Baby Peach and Baby Rosalina who was learning how to use the potty and go wee and poo into it. As I told my story Baby Peach felt a tight squeeze. I stopped the story and then before I could say anything else "FOOMP!!" She done a big poo in her potty. I was overjoyed and then I helped her clean up using the flushable wipes I had in my pocket. Baby Rosalina didn't do anything expect but a small noisy fart but that was OK. Anyway I'll see you later. Bye bye now!Becky
I hate my body and my pathetic bladder so much
Guys, I am so pathetic. I'm a laughing stock. I drink water when I'm thirsty. That's it. But I pee more than anyone I know. My roommate is often gaming for idek how long, and she maybe goes like twice in 8 hours? Me, it's between every 1-2 hours. Even though it's extremely hot where I work and I SHOULD be hydrating, and I do (so I should be sweating it out, right? No peeing necessary?), yeah, I have to pee every 2 hours. This isn't normal.
I'm not diabetic. I don't drink caffeine at work. I legitimately don't know what's wrong with me. I hope I don't have overactive bladder, because then I have to give up 80% of my diet.Thunder
Robyn & Victoria Butt Phlegm
I have had butt phlegm (or mucus) only a few times and not for very many years. My butt mucus is very thick and sticky and has an awful smell.
The first time was when Ii was a teenager, I woke in the early hours of the morning with an urgency to shit. before I got to the toilet mucus came out of my bottom but I could not shit! This went on for a few of days so I told Mum and she gave me Agarol...a well known laxative. She gave it to me first thing in the morning and late that afternoon I rushed to the toilet and monster turds thundered out of my bum!
I have had two situations a long time ago and I know I was very tired and been working very long hours. My bum was producing mucus and just leaking out...this time I was not constipated. Each time it resolved in a day.
No butt phlegm since!Lena
To Annie
Sorry to hear about your bowel movement problems. I myself have been constipated over the last two days but I feel like I'm about ready to go.
jimbob
I couldn't stop it
Im 35 and I have IBS. I was camping with my girlfriend 25 when I woke up at 4am dying to poo
As I stood up outside the tent all hell broke loose no cramps or anything just liquid shit in to my boxers . Luckily I had wet wipes I always do so I stood outside cleansing off the best I could then I walked to the campsite showers . Thank god they had showers and finished cleaning myself .
Now here's the thing I genuinely like crapping my pants but that was embarrassing and luckily she was fast asleep I will be telling her when she gets up . I just hope she doesn't laugh
Avery
A Big Poop at a Restaurant
I'm currently sitting on the toilet at a restaurant. My family and I went out to have dinner, and the food was awesome. However, I last pooped the day before (before I ate a big dinner) and I had a sandwich for lunch, so a lot of digested food was already heading south if you know what I mean. I was fine until the appetizers arrived, and then suddenly something solid started pressing against my butt, and it wasn't small. I didn't really want to take a shit while at this restaurant, so I tried holding it. As I ate my main course, my stomach filled up with delicious chicken and pasta and my body filled my intestines with more and more digested food. I could feel stuff shifting in my abdomen as the food I ate two days ago was compacted into a thick brown stinky turd. I ate a Big Mac for lunch 2 days ago. And now I could feel my body squashing what remained of it into my rectum. Eventually, I was done with my main course. But an even fuller rectum. I had to take a shit soooo bad. I thought we might be home soon, but then we ordered dessert. That was my sign that I needed to use the restaurant bathroom.
I excused myself from the table and found the ladies room. There were a 6 stalls, and 2 were taken by pooping girls (lots of good food can really make a girl need a fat dump). I took the third stall, pulled up my skirt, pulled down my tights, and sat down. While I was typing this, I peed for 50 seconds. I drank a lot (but haven't peed since lunch) so it was light yellow. Ok, time to take a giant shit. I'm relaxing and lightly pushing and it's coming out. Oooh it's big and solid. This needs to come out though. So I'm still pushing and it's still moving out of me. I'm breathing quickly, and more pushing. It's stretching my butthole, but it's still coming out. I'm rubbing my stomach now. I think I've been pooping for about 30 seconds now. More is still coming. I'm let out kinda quiet grunts. Oh part of it just broke off but there's still a lot more coming. It's starting to crackle and get softer. Ughhh come on get out of meeeeee. Ahh it just plopped. Whew wow that feels amazing to have pushed out. A single monster turd just slowly sliding through my intestines and out my butthole. I let out a sigh of relief. At this point both of the other girls have left, and 2 girls came into pee. Another girl is currently pooping (I heard the plop) and seems to now be pushing another log out. Back to my poop though, it's time to wipe! First wipe is kind of dirty, second is cleaner, third still shows some poop, fourth is clean!
I've stood up, and pulled up my tights and underwear. The poop is two giant logs. They're both 2 inches wide and quite smooth, and a light brown color. The smell isn't bad either, just a strong earthy/poopy smell. The first log is 24 inches long, and the second is 14 inches long. It's such a big, perfect poop. I actually enjoyed pooping this out. Well, I always enjoy pooping, but this one especially just felt really amazing getting pushed out. I must say though, I think there's more food sitting in that toilet than there was on my plate. Kinda ironic: I come to a restaurant and end up pooping out more food than I ate. Anyway time to flush. It's one of those powerful toilets like what we have at school, so it should be powerful enough. I flushed, it's all swirling around, and it's all gone. Time to wash my hands and get back to eating.
Update now that I'm home: dessert was really good and I answered my mom's question of "are you ok? What took you so long?" with "I just took a giant shit". My dad was happy to hear my digested waste didn't clog the toilet. That's all for now, happy pooping and peeing!Taylor
Farmer's Market
I was at a farmers market this weekend and the toilet situation was interesting to say the least. They had a few mobile toilet blocks but behind them was a little raised platform made of pallets with small square hay bales underneath. If you only needed a quick pee you simply climbed up the steps, squatted and went. It was amazing!
Thunder
Petro's Survey
I will respond to Petro's survey in general terms as opposed to answering specific questions.
Pooping can be very difficult for me due to a neurological condition...hard poos and I get very, very exhausted to the pint I almost black out...I can also have trouble getting off the toilet.
Occasionally I go to a therapist (like yesterday) and prefer to poo in her presence as it is much easier and safer.
I take Osmolax every day (just about) and it really helps. Even a very large but easy movement can be exhausting.
Sometimes I fart during pooping and sometimes before.
My turds are variable...they can be big and thick and hard or long and thin but often small and many or mushy.
Sometimes I have to push a lot but if I am well stocked on laxative I can sit there, relax and it just seems to come out of its own accord.
I mostly do grunt when pooping and do so in public also...I find it helps and stops me holding my breath.
Expect for when I see the therapist and regular use of public toilets etc I poop by myself.
I use suppositories but I find the Osmolax takes that need to only occasional use...I have used Fleet enemas and years ago I have had enema sessions at a clinic when constipated with great relief and years ago colonics.
I do not sit on the toilet without the urge...my therapist thinks I should sit on the toilet when I wake up. I actually do that because I sit to wee except when in public toilets. I find sitting helps me empty my bladder ( I have bladder issues) and both when pooping and weeing I often meditate just for a few minutes.
Yes, I am sometimes happy as opposed to being proud of my productions and I find a good BM feels wonderful to almost a point of euphoria (occasionally).
I always pee when I poop.
Yes, I have done some big hard stubborn turds that have been over one foot long and hurt my bum for a couple of days.
I poop maybe every couple of days to four times a day. Whist I poop in the morning it can be any other time during the day also and sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up to poop. I usually get up once or twice during the night to pee.
Yes, I enjoy a good wee but a good poo is better.
I should say on several occasions I have sat on the toilet for a wee and ended up doing a substantial poo as well.
I have pooped outdoors many times (but not for years) and find it liberating and relaxing and refreshing!
I have pooped in front of others when I use to deep sea fishing....indeed we all did it and thought nothing of it. I use to fish with a fella who pooped every time.
As to pooping when I was a child....plenty of stories.
I am Australian....I have been posting for....I do not know how long...could be 15 years....i posted as Thunder from Down under then Constiguy and now and for a long time Thunder.
Kenna
Festival constipation
Hey all, it's Kenna again with my latest update. Josh Mackenzie and I recently attended a music fest for 4 days and you basically just camp right there on site. We all shared our tent which is pretty big and has a room divider so Mackenzie could have her own space and privacy. There's really nowhere else to go the bathroom except porta potties so Josh was a little nervous about having to go poop on this getaway since he always has a hard time going. He hadn't gone in a couple days leading up to the trip so he figured he definitely would at some point during the fest. I brought all the necessary stuff with us,wet wipes, suppositories and Vaseline in case Josh needed it. None of us pooped the first full day we were there. Kenzie and I just go together usually and share a porta potty. I knew if Josh needed my help going poop we would have to get creative since we couldn't really share a stall with how busy it was. Mid afternoon the second day we were sitting around our campsite when kenz said she had to use the bathroom and asked if I wanted to go too. I told her sure and we headed for the nearest porta potty. Once there the line wasn't too bad and we got into one pretty quick. Kenz locked the door and told me she had to pee but might need a number two also as she could feel one building up. I just had to pee so I did that quickly and then let her take her turn. She took off her shorts and panties so I could hold onto them without them touching the floor. She hovered herself above the toilet and began to pee. After that she wiped herself and stayed hovering while she started to push to see if she could poop. "I haven't pooped in a few days, this might not be easy" she warned. "Take your time girl, no rush!" Her face began to go red while she tried to go. She pushed and pushed for a few minutes but nothing was coming out. "Damn, I might have to wait and try later, it's not moving" she said. "I need to wait until the urge gets stronger, I don't think I can go yet" she grabbed her pants and panties from me and put them on. We left the porta potty and headed back to camp. After dinner I had to go poop and asked Kenzie to come with me. On the way o told her I was going to poop and asked if she felt like trying too. "Well I may as well at least try for a bit" she said. We got to the porta potties and headed in. I took off my shorts and thong and Kenzie held onto them. I got into position and peed first then began to concentrate on my dump. I was in a half squat half hover over the toilet. Pretty soon after a couple harder pushes my turd was on its way. It moved with each push but not very much. Kenz and I made small talk and I grunted softly at the ends of my pushes. I gave a long drawn out push and squeezed a couple more inches of my log out. Two pushes later it came out and I turned to look at it. It was probably 10" long. I could feel more in my butthole and got back into position. I pushed again and the next poop started coming. It was a little softer than the first and came out pretty quickly. It was the same size as my first turd. I pushed again and felt done. I wiped twice and was clean. I switched spots with kenz and she hovered over the toilet. She peed again and sucked in a breath. She gave a long drawn out push, breathed in and repeated this a few times when she stopped to rest. "Whew, I am constipated!!" She announced. "It's just not coming out, I'm having a really hard time getting this to move!" "Did you bring suppositories Kenna?" "Yep I have them back at camp, Josh hasn't pooped in 4 or 5 days so he will need one when he goes too I'm sure". Kenz pushed a few more times, and gave up. "Can you help me try later?" She asked. "Yeah of course I can!" "Thanks Kenna, I appreciate it!" We headed back to camp. She told me she would try again after dark for hopefully more privacy and it wouldn't be so hot out. We sat around a fire and had a few seltzers waiting for it to get dark out. She texted me from across the fire that her urge was getting worse and she wanted to try again soon. I texted back and asked if she wanted a suppository, and we could get that in first, wait while that worked and then head to the bathroom to try. She said yes. I told Josh I had to pee and of course kenz said she would come too. Josh also came with this time but took a separate porta potty obviously. I snuck a suppository and Vaseline in my purse and we headed to the toilets. I asked kenz if she wanted to do it herself but she said I should do it because I could see everything. I got out a supp and coated it in Vaseline. She took her shorts down halfway and pulled her thong to the side exposing her butthole. "Ready"? "Yes, just do it" she replied. "I need you to push gently just to open yourself up a Littleto make this easier" she started to push and her anus slowly dilated. The big brown hardened tip began to show but was definitely stuck and looked too big for her to be able to get out, no wonder she couldn't pass it! I gently tried pushing it into the the very hard end of her poop but it wasn't easy! She whimpered a little and cringed. "Almost there, kenz, hang in there" she sucked her anus closed around her turd and supp. Josh was waiting outside for us and we walked back to our site. We hung out for awhile probably 45 minutes or an hour and it was getting late at this point. Kenzie got up and said she was going for a walk and asked me to come with, obviously I knew what she meant and I got up to go with. Josh also got up and said he would go with, Kenzie hesitantly told him "ummmm actually can her and I just go? I actually have to poop and wanted to look for a better spot than the toilets" Josh replied "oh sorry, I'll leave you two alone for that, my bad" "don't worry, you didn't know" replied Kenz. I grabbed the wet wipes and we headed out to look for a better spot for her to try and go. There are some wooded areas nearby and some empty bleachers so we decided to check by them. "I really need to poop Kenna, I hope this comes out this time"! "It will, girl. I'll help you do it" I reassured. We finally arrived at the bleachers but luck wasn't on our side as there were people drinking and smoking on them just hanging out. "Damn it" muttered Kenzie. "Its ok, those woods over there should be private enough and it's dark, I'll help cover you" another 5 minute walk and we got to the "woods" which was only a few rows of trees but offered just enough protection at night where a person could have privacy. We wandered into the middle of these trees and made sure no one was around. "Ok let's do this" Kenzie said. She lowered her shorts and panties and moved into a squat. I got in front of her and she turned her butt away from the venue just in case. "I'll keep a lookout, just focus on pooping Kenz, concentrate" we were behind a tree as far as we could get and Kenzie braced herself against it. She peed a little first and then sucked in her breath as she prepared to push. I gave her my hands to squeeze and she began to bear down against her stuck turd. It crackled a little at her hole as she began trying to force it out of her. "Nnnnn, urrrgh" she gently groaned. "Cmon, push, you can do it, go slow hunni" I coaxed. "Its going to be slow, it's incredibly hard" she responded. She began squeezing again and I looked under her butt and saw her anus bulging out really far and the poop crammed near the exit. It slipped back in and she whimpered. "Ugh, please come out, it has to come out" she wailed. After several agonizing minutes with her anus to almost the bursting point she finally gave a few excruciatingly hard and long pushes and in one motion the tip all of a sudden slid past her hole. "Nnnnnnngggghhhh" she kept going so she wouldn't lose her progress. She was practically panting and stopped to rest. "Oh my god" she whimpered. "It hurts so bad Kenna!" She was practically in tears. "It's coming now Kenz, keep going, it will be out soon, I'm right here for you" I looked behind her and this turd looked like a cob of corn sticking out it was that massive. I couldn't believe she managed to push it past her hole without it needing to be removed manually. She got ready to push again and went into a deeper squat. I coached her while she pushed making sure to keep her as comfortable and relaxed as possible during this ordeal. She was having a major issue getting it to keep coming out so I suggested using Vaseline around her hole to hopefully help it slip out a little easier. "Yes, I'm desperate, anything that might help, it feels like I've got a pole jammed up my ass" I gently began working Vaseline around her poop making sure to ask if it hurt or she wanted me to stop. "Im going to keep doing it as you get more to come out if you're ok with that" I said. "Yes I just need this out" I instructed her to push and she began to strain once more. She was shaking with effort and whimpered during her tries. "This may be the hardest poop I've ever had" she said. About 5 minutes later she had moved it another inch or so. I re-applied Vaseline every time she made progress. She was starting to win the battle but it was slooooowww. She huffed and puffed and strained and after another 10 minutes the main blockage dropped from her with a loud thud. "I think I broke my butt" she sighed. She recovered for a minute and then started pushing again. Another turd crowned and she was able to pass it a lot easier. It was still really thick but only took her a few minutes. She dropped a few more turds and finally was done. She gingerly wiped her very sore anus and we walked back to camp. "I really hope I'm cleared out now, this is rediculous, I have not been that comstipated I'm not sure ever" Josh was still by the fire when we got back. We had been gone 45 minutes or so. "Feel better"? Asked Josh. "Yeah I do, thanks!0 Kenz answered. She didn't elaborate but later Josh asked if she was ok when we were getting ready for bed and I just told him she had been comstipated and had a difficult time going. We went to bed and the next day after breakfast Josh finally had to take a dump too. We went in the tent and I loaded him up with Vaseline before he headed to the porta potties to see what he was up against. I waited outside for him. A couple minutes went by and he texted me saying his was hard, hurt, and was stuck too. He tried to go thruout the day but couldn't. I'm sure it was hard for him to concentrate and stuff also in the porta potty. Long story short we waited til after dark again so I could help him. We told Kenzie we were going for a walk and she asked if we had to poop jokingly. Josh actually admitted that he did, and that he'd been trying all day with no luck" "awh I'm sorry, I hope it comes out this time, good luck"! Kenzie said. He thanked her and we headed out. I gave him a suppository in the tent before we walked. Like kenzies poop, Josh's was really hard and big too. We got to the spot as Josh squatted and I crouched next to him. He began pushing and his hard turd appeared on the threshold but wouldn't come out. After 10 minutes or so, with lots of patience, pushing, and coaching, his finally started comin too. It was not as huge as kenzies was but it was thick, dense and very hard. He pushed and pushed and it slowly moved. I coached him and encouraged him and it took 10 solid minutes of straining and breaks when he finally pushed it out. It was about a foot long and made up of tiny pebbles all stuck together,he wasn't done and pushed more. This next poop was the finisher but it took him 5 minutes or so to start getting it out. It was longer than the first but equally fat and hard. He dropped it after another 5-10 minutes of pushing and breaks. He gently wiped and we went back to camp. Kenz asked if he felt better and he replied "much!!" Kenzie and I pooped the next morning, she went first and had just a little trouble starting her first poop but everything came out much smoother than her first poop did. Mine was nothing to write about, I only pushed 7-8 times and had out a couple feet of poop which is a lot for me!! Overall we had a lot of fun, just some toilet troubles in the middle of it!! Hope everyone else is doing ok, and I'll try to post again soon!! Xoxox Kenna
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Annie
Accidentally blocked the toilet
Hi all. Have been having constipation issues with my stomach so have been eating as healthy as possible, trying to drink enough water, eat enough fruit, etc. A few minutes ago I got an urge to poop so I grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door, walked to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out 2 ish rock hard poops. They didn't feel very big. Stood up, turned around, flushed the toilet and they didn't go down. The water level went down though. Oh crap! Pulled my pants and underwear up, washed my hands and went upstairs to tell my caregiver was blocked. She didn't understand so she told me to send her a picture through text. I went downstairs and did that. She reacted to the picture with an angry face/emoticon. I replied sorry. She refuses to buy and keep a plunger in the washroom because of viruses. So she will have to call a plumber or ask her son to help her. In the meantime we will have to use her upstairs washroom.
AnnieAnnie
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!Annie
Very hard crap that caused low water level in toilet
Got up this morning, went pee, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had a packaged sub sandwich from a convenience store here that I microwaved for 30 seconds since it had cheese in it. It was hot and good. Took my medications at 9 AM and took my stuff downstairs. For lunch I microwaved and ate pork, cauliflower, chili peppers, green beans, etc on rice. It was good and took a while to eat. After lunch I took a tea bag from the cupboard (she wants me to have tea at lunch since that's the time I don't need to take medication), refilled my water jar and jug, took that and my Walmart bag and went downstairs to my room. I felt an urge to poop so I took my bedroom flip flops off, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a fairly hard prickly feeling poop out of my butt. Somewhat painful but was a relief to get it out. Finally I was done so I stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up (no TP) and looked in the toilet. There was a solid, hard-looking poop in the toilet probably around 2 feet long. Flushed the toilet and it went down but the water level was low. I washed my hands and went upstairs to tell my caregiver. She gave me a minor lecture saying there's nothing we can do about that since there's supposedly a clog underneath that. Oh well. Am drinking more water now (refilled my water jar and jug earlier) and finishing my tea and taking it easy for today. Hopefully everyone's day or night is going well. It's Friday here. Please stay hydrated, cool, healthy and happy.
Happy peeing and pooping!
AnnieSquatSpotter
Reply to Becky
Becky-
As long as pee accidents are all you are dealing with they won't smell at all, especially if you stay hydrated. :)Thunder
Petro's Survey
I will respond to Petro's survey in general terms as opposed to answering specific questions.
Pooping can be very difficult for me due to a neurological condition...hard poos and I get very, very exhausted to the pint I almost black out...I can also have trouble getting off the toilet.
Occasionally I go to a therapist (like yesterday) and prefer to poo in her presence as it is much easier and safer.
I take Osmolax every day (just about) and it really helps. Even a very large but easy movement can be exhausting.
Sometimes I fart during pooping and sometimes before.
My turds are variable...they can be big and thick and hard or long and thin but often small and many or mushy.
Sometimes I have to push a lot but if I am well stocked on laxative I can sit there, relax and it just seems to come out of its own accord.
I mostly do grunt when pooping and do so in public also...I find it helps and stops me holding my breath.
Expect for when I see the therapist and regular use of public toilets etc I poop by myself.
I use suppositories but I find the Osmolax takes that need to only occasional use...I have used Fleet enemas and years ago I have had enema sessions at a clinic when constipated with great relief and years ago colonics.
I do not sit on the toilet without the urge...my therapist thinks I should sit on the toilet when I wake up. I actually do that because I sit to wee except when in public toilets. I find sitting helps me empty my bladder ( I have bladder issues) and both when pooping and weeing I often meditate just for a few minutes.
Yes, I am sometimes happy as opposed to being proud of my productions and I find a good BM feels wonderful to almost a point of euphoria (occasionally).
I always pee when I poop.
Yes, I have done some big hard stubborn turds that have been over one foot long and hurt my bum for a couple of days.
I poop maybe every couple of days to four times a day. Whist I poop in the morning it can be any other time during the day also and sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up to poop. I usually get up once or twice during the night to pee.
Yes, I enjoy a good wee but a good poo is better.
I should say on several occasions I have sat on the toilet for a wee and ended up doing a substantial poo as well.
I have pooped outdoors many times (but not for years) and find it liberating and relaxing and refreshing!
I have pooped in front of others when I use to deep sea fishing....indeed we all did it and thought nothing of it. I use to fish with a fella who pooped every time.
As to pooping when I was a child....plenty of stories.
I am Australian....I have been posting for....I do not know how long...could be 15 years....i posted as Thunder from Down under then Constiguy and now and for a long time Thunder.
Jaycie
Bad Day at the Office
Hey guys,
I have recovered from my last embarrassing post but yesterday I had another very embarrassing incident at work this week. My name is Jayce, I'm 24 years old and started my new job at a marketing firm.
I've been working here for about 3 months now and our office has around 20-25 people. Today for lunch I packed a tuna salad sandwich, usually my favorite, and had it around 10:30 this morning. I was running late for work today and didn't have a chance to eat breakfast. The sandwich tasted slightly different than normal, but I shrugged it off and kept eating, I was so hungry.
Around 11am I started feeling some pressure on my stomach. I began to worry just a little because I don't enjoy pooping in front of others. Especially my coworkers who I am still trying to make connections with. In the coming minutes the cramps and gurgles only grew worse, I was beginning to think the Tuna Sandwich may be the culprit. I knew I was going to have explosive diarrhea in the coming minutes and my mind was racing. "What are my coworkers going to think if they hear what's going to come out of me?" At my desk I let out a few silent farts that really STUNK. My desk mates began to look around but I tried to keep working.
Once all of them left for lunch around 12, I knew this would be my best time to go. I had been sitting for what felt like an eternity, trying to hold back this gas and diarrhea. As I got up a wet fart escaped my rear and forced me to move my hand to my butt. I speed walked to the bathroom, hoping no one was in there, and wouldn't disturb me.
To my surprise, no one was in the restroom. Our office bathroom has 2 stalls, 1 being normal and the other being handicapped. Both face the entrance to the restroom, so when someone opens the door, you will be seen through the cracks in the stall. I was so desperate at this point that I flung the restroom door open and entered the normal stall directly in front of me. My stomach was howling at this point. I bent over in pain, struggling to keep all of this in before sitting. I closed my stall door and accidentally let out a loud wet fart. I sit down on the toilet and try to get as comfortable as possible, but as soon as I was seated someone opened the door. My coworker Lydia had come back from lunch and took the stall directly next to me. I barely talk to Lydia but I didn't want her to hear the beast that was about to come out of me. She began to pee as I sat there.
I could feel the diarrhea pressed up against my butt, one false move and it was all over for me. She peed and began to wipe. My stomach let out and audible gurgle that made me lose all control of the battle. Mushy diarrhea began flying out with uncontrollably loud farts behind it. I moaned on accident as it all came out and sat in embarrassment of what has just happened. Lydia paid no mind tho and flushed and washed her hands. As she was leaving she did peak back to see through the crack in my stall. I was sat there so vulnerable, dress pants and panties at my ankles, legs spread apart, and sweat dripping down my face. She left and I got back to my disgusting business. A blasted out another wave of diarrhea that toppled me over causing me to spray the back of the seat and a bit of the wall with my sharts.
I reeked in the bathroom at this point and I still wasn't done, I had been in here for 25 minutes… 2 more people entered and my control has completely left me at this point, I blasted 2 waves back to back with thundering farts along with it. They knew who was responsible for the stink at this point and I just sat in shame. The one lady waiting on a stall peered into my stall and I couldn't help but let out more diarrhea and moan under my breath. I felt like I was close to done so I began to wipe, taking another 10 minutes, totaling close to 40 minutes at this point. Once I was done wiping I turned around to survey the damage. The bowl was filled with mush above the water, basically creating a pile of crap like from Jurassic Park 3. Splatter marks all over the side of the bowl and on the back of the toilet seats. I even managed to create splash marks and spray on the wall behind me, people who peered through the cracks probably saw the damage as well… I pulled the lever to flush and the water didn't even move and inch. I had completely clogged the toilet beyond repair it seemed. I decided to just exit the stall and begin to wash my hands. Panic set in as 2 more people came into the restroom. One entering the handicap stall and the other in complete shock of the damage I had caused and back away and commented "someone blew that toilet up!" My face went burnt red as I tried to not make eye contact with her. As I dried my hands the other girl flushed and her friend entered the handicap stall.
I left the bathroom and sat back at my desk, nobody seemed to notice it was me but I could smell the bathroom all the way from my desk, which is about 50 feet away from the bathroom. As I got back to work, my stomach began doing somersaults again which told me I would need to go to the bathroom again very soon. I thought it would be a good idea to release a fart to relieve the pressure but I followed through big time. I felt a rush of diarrhea enter my panties with a loud wet fart behind it. I sprinted back to the restroom. As I entered I noticed the handicap stall was still taken and I would have to use my clogged / obliterated stall. Before I made the choice to enter my stall, I accidentally sharted again, I felt diarrhea leaking down my leg and I saw a trail begin to form on the floor. I raced into the stall. Pulling down my completely ruined pants and panties, which lead to more diarrhea ending up on the floor. I was still shooting diarrhea out uncontrollably before sitting down, I was spraying it like a fire hose all over the floor, on the walls of the stall, and all over the toilet. I sat down in my own feces and let loose! The lady in the stall next to me seemed disgusted but offered to tell the boss I was sick and send me home and said she'd grab a pair of back up pants and underwear for me. I was so grateful for her generosity but I was so embarrassed and it was only about to get worse.
I began to feel nauseous and gagged before realizing I was about to throw up. I mustered up the strength to get off the toilet to turn around and vomit into the diarrhea filled toilet. I didn't realize it in the moment but I had also followed through while vomiting, spraying a diarrhea trail behind me. The entire bathroom was a disaster at this point and I had no strength to move.
The woman came back with underwear and pants for me. She helped clean me up which was so nice. I cleaned up and got out of the office as fast as possible without out looking anyone in the eye. I have been at home since with what I assume is food poisoning from the tuna sandwich:/
I am so scared to go back to work on Monday, I haven't heard anything from my boss, but I imagine he found out something happened. I love being able to share these stories with people but I do not enjoy it in the moment. I hope this sickness passes. I've been back in forth between my bed and toilet the whole day. I hope it all passes soon.
Jaycie
Pete
Constipation
Over the last weekend I had a spell of constipation. For three successive days I did not do a number two. After the first day without a shit I took a laxative. Nothing happened. By the end of the second day I still had not shat so I took a second laxative. Next day still no shitting, so late in the day. I took a laxative and another one just before going to bed. It turns out that this was something of an overdose because the next day after all this I shat twice. On the day after that, another three times. The last three were a bit tiresome because there were really sharts rather than a normal defecation, with blasts of gas blowing small shit particles all over the inside of the pot. I was delighted with the first result but clearly sharting is very undesirable because you have the continual lingering thought that next time you fart, you will spray shit particles in your underpants.
Friday, July 19, 2024
Petro
To Cammie:
Hi, Cammie!
Now I'd like to ask you some questions which are related to your pooping as you were a young child (last time I wrote that I had this intention). Some of them are going to be the same as they were last time, but not all.
1. As you were a young child, was pooping usually difficult or easy for you? Had you to strain a lot for pushing your poop out? And how was it in your school time, and later, as you were a teenager?
2. Did you usually fart at those times before you started pooping?
3. As you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for making poopoo at those times, had you to push a lot, before something came out, or everything fell out at once?
4. As you were a young child, did you usually grunt while pooping or did you poop more often quietly? And how was it with it in your school time, and later, being a teenager?
5. As you were a young child, did you always poop alone? Did you ever use enema or suppositories at those times? How was it in your school time, including your teenager time?
6. As you were a young child, did you usually poop as you felt you had to do it? Did you ever sit down on your potty chair/on the toilet and try to poop without having an urge for it? Were you be able to poop in that case? And were you be able to poop by such attempts (if you had those ones) in your school time, including your teenager time?
7. As you were a young child, had you ever a situation as you sat down on your potty chair/on the toilet for poopoo and started pushing, but couldn't push your poopoo out? And had you situations as you had to push for a long time during pooping? If you had such situations, was it pleasant or unpleasant for you?
8. As you were pooping in your childhood, did you usually push one big turd out, or did you more often push several ones out?
9. As you were a young child, did you ever push a huge poop out? If you did, did you make it often?
10. Did you like pooping as you were a young child? If you had to push a big poop out, did you take it for good? And did you like pooping in your school time, including your teenager time?
11. If you pushed a big poop out, were you proud of it? Did you use to show it to your mom/dad in such cases?
12. To what age did you poop on your potty chair? How old were you as you began to poop on the toilet?
13. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo in the presence of your mom? If you did, was it often? Or sometimes? And if you did it in her presence, did she often comment your pooping? Did she ever encourage you by doing it, if she saw it was difficult for you?
14. To what age did you poop in the presence of your mom/dad?
15. As you were a young child, did you ever see your mom pooping? If you did, did you comment her pooping somehow in such cases? And did you ever poop together with her (that's to say, do a teamwork!)?
16. As you were a young child, did you ever try to poop after peeing?
17. As you were a young child, did you make your poopoo every day or more rarely?
18. As you were a young child, did you poop at some certain time of the day or was it at different times as a rule?
19. As you were a rather young child, did you usually poop as you felt an urge for it? Or were you more often put on your potty chair/on the toilet and told to try making poopoo?
20. As you were a young child, did you ever make your poopoo with your siblings (if you had them) or with somebody of your age?
21. Did you ever poop outdoors at those times?
22. Do you remember any poop story from times, as you were a young child? If you do, could you tell it? I already told such one just on Christmas on the page 3043, if you noticed.
I wish you happy pooping and peeing!