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Madelyn and Marianna

Stomach Bug for Christmas

Hi! We wanted to share one more story with you all.

This happened six years ago at Christmas. Marianna and I are best friends. Even as twins, we spend lots of time together, including rooming together at school. We always stayed in a traditional dorm. We had hall bathrooms and showers as freshmen but the upperclassmen's dorms had bathrooms between the rooms. So, it was one bathroom for four people.

So, before I go further, let me say a few things. We rarely get sick. Sometimes we feel bad and push through colds and such. But we rarely get stomach viruses. Second, neither one of us has vomited since kindergarten. When we get the stomach bug, we usually have diarrhea. And most of the time, it's just pretty smooth diarrhea for a day or so and we are fine.

However, there was an outbreak that December that infected so many people. People were throwing up in toilets, in trash cans, in whatever they could find to keep it from hitting the floor. And there was a lot of diarrhea too. We knew of a few girls that pooped their pants. We even helped our suite mates, who both came down with the bug before we left school. Theirs started with vomiting but within hours they had diarrhea too.

So we left school and for a few days we were fine. We thought we missed it. Christmas celebrations came and went and we indulged in a ton of food. We both noticed that we did not poop on Christmas Day and we both felt bloated when we went to bed.

Marianna woke up in the night sweating. clammy, and just not feeling well. I asked her what was wrong and she said she could not remember when she felt as bad. She was slightly nauseated, running a low-grade fever, and very achy. She even took a shower to help her body aches subside. After her shower she laid back down on top of the covers and tossed and turned most of the night (we shared a room at home). Then, a little before 6:00 AM I awoke and felt awful. I had the same symptoms as Marianna. At this point, nothing came out. We just felt miserable.

We both showered again and tried to get ready for the day, hoping we would feel better. We wanted nothing to eat, but sipped some PowerAde Zero. We decided that we would watch some movies and try to relax. We told our mother what was happening and she just asked that we stay away from Mattie as best we could, as Mattie's stomach was a little more sensitive than ours.

Around 10:00 AM Marianna said that she started to feel better in her stomach and that her aches were subsiding a bit, but that her stomach was cramping. She asked how I was feeling and I simply said, "Rotten!"

About 10:30 Marianna stood up and said, "I think I'm going to have diarrhea. Will you be all right if I have to be in there a while?" I nodded. She stood there for a few minutes. I saw she was breathing heavier and I asked if she was OK. She said that she was, she just wanted to make sure she had to go, then she slowly made her way to the toilet. She closed the door but did not shut it all the way. Then I heard her start to go. And she went. Her first wave was accompanied by some farts, along with the second, and the third wave was more chunky. She wiped, cleaned and flushed after the third wave. And then for the next few hours she would go about every thirty minutes to an hour.

Around 2:00 in the afternoon was my turn. Like Marianna, I felt better when the diarrhea began. Mine was a little more violent than hers though. My first wave was pretty explosive and I may have had five to six waves in my first trip to the bathroom. I did not go again until later in the afternoon and that was a lot!

Our room smelled so bad. We lit candles and sprayed air freshener, but that lingering smell of sick diarrhea hovered in our room. Both of us had diarrhea again during the night. Then we both had it all day the next day, even as we began to reintroduce solid foods. We had diarrhea the following morning, each of us making three trips to the bathroom.

The funny thing is that we recorded ourselves "going" each time and we each exchanged our videos! We still have them and watched them this morning after posting our first story!

But we have not been that sick since and hope that we never will be!

Please let us know if you like the story or have questions for us. We would love to be a part of the conversation.

Twinning,

Madelyn and Marianna


Thunder

Unisex Toilets

There are two types in Australia. One is a totally separate large room with a toilet and the other, more common, is a typical or row of typical toilet cubicles that can be used by anyone , irrespective of gender. Of course there are the usual ladies and gents toilets . New building works are tending towards unisex toilets . Now on that subject I will write about " walk ins" . I was at a small farm bd raising event a couple of years ago in the. Country. There were some attractive people there etc. later that day I needed to wee so I went to the unisex toilets , selected a cubicle, opened a door and sitting there was a beautiful girl , probably around 30 years old apologising profusely! She should have not been apologising. The lock on the door was broken , hence my walk-in. Now at the toilets I often use , there are three and for a while one cubicle had a broken lock . I always selected that cubicle as I am not shy or worried and wish to keep the other two cubicles more useable for others . Several times I have had walk in's by unknowing females and their shock reaction was a treat! Thunder


Just Another Girl
The experience that I am about to describe took place several weeks ago, but I've only now found the time to post about it.

My girlfriend and I were sitting on the couch after a big and satisfying dinner. Both of us had eaten a little too much - although this was more the case for her than for me. She mentioned how full she was; I told her that she would feel better once everything had digested.

Around twenty minutes later, I stood up to go to the kitchen and fetch a glass of water. When I stood up, I moved the fluffy blanket that had been covering us. As I did so, it became clear that she had started to get a bit flatulent at some point. I hadn't noticed this previously because it was obviously happening quietly under the blanket. However, after moving the blanket, there was a distinctive smell of rotten cabbage in the air.

Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I said nothing and went to the kitchen. Upon my return, she informed me that she needed to go to the bathroom, and asked me to accompany her. Once there, we shut the door and she pulled down her leggings and underwear before seating herself on the toilet. She proceeded to break wind several times; I put my arms around her and felt her body tense up a little. "I've got you," I whispered. "It's ready...all you need to do is push."

Several seconds of barely audible crackling ensued, followed by three quiet plops and an exhale of breath. I kissed her on her forehead. "That felt big," she said, sounding mildly embarrassed. "There's nothing wrong with that," I responded. "A big poo just means that you've been eating nicely and that your body has done a good job of digesting it. And I think you'll feel better now that you're empty."

She smiled wryly. "And I'll smell better as well." I kissed her again. "It's okay, my love. You had wind because of that big load being inside you - it was the split pea and ham soup and bread from yesterday - but now all that used-up food isn't in your system any more, you're all cleaned out."

I removed some paper off the roll and wiped her gently but thoroughly. She stood so that she could pull up her panties and leggings, and then asked me to flush. I did so, watching everything being swirled away down the drain and out of sight.

This isn't the only story I have about her (or about me). If you would like to read more, please let me know and I will be more than willing to share! :)


Dillon

Bestie pooping twice

I went to my best friend Maggie's house in the evening. First, we both did some pregame drinking before taking the bus to Raising Canes for dinner. After we had dinner, we took the train to the city to go bar hopping and get drunk together. We ended up taking the night bus back so we got back to her place around 11pm. We decided to do some postgame, eat a lotta snacks, and watch a show in her room. After 2 episodes, Maggie said, "I'm gonna take a poop" so I went to her bathroom with her. She pulled down her jeans and underwear, then sat on the toilet. She was wearing blue underwear with flowers (one of my favorites to see her in). She pooped a log after 8 minutes but once I looked at her, she said, "There's still more". We then talked about where we wanted to hike for tomorrow for the rest of her time on the toilet. She unloaded a medium-sized poop after 12 more minutes so she spent 20 minutes pooping. After that, she stood up and I saw what came out of her butt; she then wiped, put on her underwear, pulled up her jeans, flushed, and washed her hands. We exited her bathroom which meant we were back in her room. She said, "let's go take showers then we can relax" so she went back to her bathroom to shower and I went into the hallway's bathroom to shower. We ended up chilling, talking about deep things, and watching some anime before crashing out.

We both woke up around 10am and felt the effects from last night; I first said, "I'm gonna take a shit" and Maggie then said, "i also really need to poop" so I went to the hallway bathroom and she used to her bathroom. once I got on the toilet, I first texted her; "as usual, 1st one to poop watches the other person so leave the bathroom door unlocked" so she said "yes i know dude". I was unloading so much poop since I haven't gone in 3 days. I took about 15 minutes and felt way better so I texted her, "time to watch you poop now". She texted, "okay bro" so I saw her orange underwear and PJ pants at her ankles once I walked in. I locked the door behind me and sat on the floor off to the side of her. I was asking her about some memories and I also asked her, "Do you take longer to poop when I'm here or when you're alone?" so she said, "I take even longer when you're not here" so I asked "Why?" and she said, "Cause I have no need to rush and I feel even more relaxed. When you're not here, I read when I poop so I'm not actually focused on my #2." I asked her to rank how long she takes in these 4 different scenarios so she said, "I take the longest at home alone, 2nd is when you watch me in my bathroom, 3rd is when you watch me in your bathroom, and 4th is in public." I asked her, "How long in each setting?" so she said, "I take about 20 to 45 minutes at home alone, 15 to 35 minutes when you watch me in my bathroom, 10 to 30 minutes in your bathroom, and less than 5 minutes in public." So I told her, "You really can push if you wanted to" so she said, "I can but I don't need to since I love pooping alone or in front of you. If I didn't, I would've already pooped by now." 5 minutes later, she unloaded a huge soft snake. She asked me, "Can you spray?" so I grabbed the spray and clicked it since the bathroom was stinky. 4 minutes after that, diarrhea came outta her butt so I asked, "Are you okay?" and she said, "yes I am thanks for asking bro." I asked, "Are you done yet?" and she said, "No I'm still pooping." 6 minutes later, I heard her poop again and it was messy. She said, "phew that felt great" then she got up and started wiping her butt. She pulled up her PJ's and underwear, flushed the toilet, then washed her hands. We both changed before going out. We ate a big breakfast at Denny's afterwards which we had room for, especially cause we pooped so much before going. Afterwards, we went to a park to do a 4 mile hike before it got really hot. We then watched Deadpool which was really good, but also overrated. After that, we went to Wendy's to go eat lunch before going back to her place to watch some classic movies.


Thunder

Kenna

I read your post . I have trouble sometimes ( BM ) and if it is opportune I go to my therapist who helps me just like you did for Josh . Believe me it is easier if I have help. I think it is much safer too. Now two nights ago I woke at 2 am and thought I had better sit on the toilet because I had. Bit of an urge I farted and it all flowed out like thick diarrhoea and an enormous amount too . It came out so easily and I felt so relaxed and relieved. I almost floated off the toilet . It stunk worse than any shit I had done before . I think it was all encouraged by laxatives working in with lentil soup for tea .


Sunday, August 4, 2024


David P

Hell of the stomach flu

Hi guys, so at the weekend I got a stomach flu. I woke up early sunday morning like 4am feeling really hot and sick. I got up to the bathroom and felt like I was going to throw up. I kept getting really hot.

I sat in a bath of cold water and then sat on the bathroom floor. I sipped on some medicine to calm my stomach from indigestion and this helped the nausea and did not throw up. I did not sleep and went back to try and rest but couldn't. My body started killing. I did not eat anything all day as I felt so sick and was afraid I would throw up. My body aches was so painful I had to use a hot compress and painkillers that did barely anything. I tried to go to the shop but had to lie down in the back of the car in agony. When I got home I just lay down.

That night I struggled to eat and just pecked and it took me ages and gave up. I did not sleep all night, I was in agony with body aches and kept getting up thinking I will throw up and my forehead feeling sweaty. Luckily I did not. That next day I started getting the worst diorreah. It was just like complete water and happened like 15 times or more all day. I thought it would never stop. It smelt so bad like a corpse. I also had accidents 3 times in my pants and had to change them loads. That day I just ate some startches with nothing on it and struggled at that. The next day I had diorreah again but only a couple times. I managed to eat a bit but not much. I did not leave the house in days.

Now my stomach feels so bruised but not had any poos at all since Tuesday. It is all dry down there.

I hope I start to feel less tired and drained soon.


STEPHEN.P
This morning I pooped on the train after a bout of constipation I visited my nephew in BRISTOL we had lunch I had a few pints of GUINNESS as I thought it would move my bowels. During the train journey home I used the toilet twice for a wee. When I arrived home twenty minutes ago I
went into garage and sat on the THETFORD SIXTY SIX pottie and had a really good NUMBER TOO


Denise

Other factors causing accidents

Hello everyone, really enjoying everyone's posts!

I've been thinking about past accidents and why they happened. They all largely happened for one reason - I'd get distracted or unable to engage because of my ADHD, so I would either put off going or not realize I needed to go until the very last second, and then some obstacle would prevent me getting to the bathroom in time. At home, often it would be something like someone using the shower, or tricky door handles slowing me down. But I'd like to share a story about how complicated clothes have caused me to wet myself.

I've mentioned before that my parents liked me and my sister to dress somewhat modestly. They were not super strictly religious, but my mom was conscious of how older men could be, even (or even particularly) at church. My sister and I were both early bloomers and by age 14 both of us were tall, slim, and busty. I was mentally still very much a child interested in running around with my friends, but I had a very adult looking body. My mom favoured us in baggy-ish clothes, and one of my church staples was a loose full body one piece pantsuit type thing, that zipped up the back and had a sash tie around the waist. So already, going to the bathroom involves untying the sash and getting the whole outfit off. On top of that, I was super self conscious about my large breasts. I had taken to wearing sport leotards to try and flatten them down a little, and then putting a tight bra on top.

One Sunday, I had this full rig on - leotard, too tight bra overtop, and pantsuit zipped up to the neck. Our church had a very old cemetary off the back, and on this day after church I had gone out there to explore it. We only lived a few blocks away, so my family went home and left me to hang out. Of course I'd had some drinks and tea at the after church social, so I was primed for a big pee brewing.

As often happened, I soon became really absorbed in the gravestones. I loved looking at all the old timey names, and the relationships, and trying to piece together what the families looked like. However it wasn't long before my body began to feel heavy with the need to pee. I barely clocked it and kept moving from one stone to the next, initially keeping my legs tight together, then starting to bounce a bit in place, before moving to full on wriggling and crossing my legs. It wasn't until my bladder gave a rather painful spasm that I snapped back into reality and realized I was full to the brim and about to piss my pants.

Blushing, I swiftly left the cemetary and began the walk home. I always felt a bit embarrassed to come out of a fixation daze and find myself in a bathroom emergency, like a six year old, but unfortunately it was a frequent reality for me. I tried to hustle but my bursting bladder jostled with each step and I began to seriously worry that I wouldn't make it.

Thankfully I finally got home. I felt a brief sense of relief that I had made it, before a spurt of pee shot out, reminding me that I hadn't entirely made it yet. I dashed up the stairs, tugging at my sash, and mercifully the bathroom was free. I slammed the door behind me and quickly realized my sash was a big tangled. Moaning in despair, I crossed my legs and wriggled for my life while frantically pulling at it. This only seemed to pull the knot tighter and I was panicking until I realized I had at least loosened it enough that I should be able to pull it down over my hips. I moved on to the zipper, feeling another squirt and a dampness now between my legs. I unzipped to the waist and with another groan of despair began tackling my too tight bra so I could take my leotard down. And it was the bra that tanked me, as I was fumbling with the clasps, a strong urge began to peak and my bladder just popped. Feeling defeated, I yelled 'Nooo!!' so loudly that my brother heard me and snitched on me to my parents later. I peed so hard I felt a warm wetness in my downstairs region and my bottom almost ballooned up with liquid for a quick second before streams of pee burst through and began soaking my pantsuit. Before long I was soaked from the whole waist down. Even my butt was wet almost up to my waist, there was so much pee! It was definitely an odd sensation, peeing through so many layers. Of course I got cleaned up and had a shower, and then had to clean the puddle up in the bathroom as well.


Pete

Sloppy turds

For last three days, my daily number two has been different from usual. I have had the message two or three times per day and the turds were very sloppy, indeed often consisting of a series of noisy and violent sharts with spraying of shit particles all over the inside of the toilet bowl. I have not been able to establish the cause of this. Any suggestions?


Princess Toadstool Peach

Camping all on my Own and Privately Going Potty

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am in the big wide great outdoors going camping all on my own in my own cozy warm tent. But now before I drift off into a nice long deep sleep inside my snug fluffy sleeping bag I have to go wee and make a big poo too. So I get out my plastic white potty which I use for emergencies such as this as well as a newspaper and some toilet paper I place it in the middle of the tent and then I lift up my dress, yank down my panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then sat down on the plastic white potty adjusting myself squatting as I read the newspaper. I have a feeling that this might take a while so I'll just check my phone real quick. Awww this girl named Jenny gave my posts a hug and also asked if I like Super Mario games. OK back it up a little Jen. Of course I love them I'm even part of them myself. Let me know if you have any other good questions for me I love to hear them someday "TSSSSSSSSSSSsssssshhhhhhh dripdripdrop!" Woo! That was a real long deserved tinkle. Now then time to poo. "PARRRP!!" Excuse me. "PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK!!" Ahhh nothing like a big huge poo in the potty. "PLOOP PLOP SPLASH TOOT!!" Ahhh feels so good pooing in the potty. As I pooed my solid waste out of my bottom poo hole dumping and pinching my loaf I also did some liquid diarrhoea poo as well hoping to fill up this potty more quickly. Already there was a smell of me getting the runs as I did so. I guess I ate too many wild berries in the forest for my breakfast this morning along with some runny egg yolks. "SSSSPPPLUT!!" Ooo slam dunk! Well that's the end of that. Time to wipe! I wipe my bottom and vagina with toilet paper. As I do so I hear the sound of birds chirping outside and the smell of well my business teehee! I get off the potty, pull my panties up, lift down my dress and then I take the potty to the bushes to dump it out. (????: ZzzzzzzZZZZ. RRRRoooaarrr!") Uh oh I didn't know a brown grizzly bear was napping under there. I better get out of here and fast YIPES!! Bye bye.


Annie

To Jenny

Hugs thanks! I have had constipation issues off and on since I was a baby. Now I'm on a super healthy diet, drink lots of water, take prescribed laxatives and stool softeners (all my medications come already prepackaged in the right doses-anti seizure medications, laxatives, stool softeners, blood pressure medication, etc). My caregiver doesn't take me out for exercise because of her heart problems and my health issues. I still have part of a brain tumour in my head and rare seizures that I'm on medication for. I go to a once a week exercise program that I get driven to and from but otherwise do exercises in my room.


Coda

Neighbour kid peeing on lawn

I was near my front window this morning and noticed one of the neighbours' kids in the driveway. I think he's like 5 years old or something. Anyway, he walked over to the side of the driveway and pulled the waitband on his athletic shorts and let it snap back onto his penis which was then pointing up and over the elastic. Then he peed a big yellow arc onto the lawn for about 10 seconds, before pulling his waistband up over his still dripping penis and squeezing the front of his shorts to absorb the rest.

Makes me wish I seized the opportunity more when I was a kid. Can't do that as an adult, lol.


Ellie M

Recent Train Story

Hi all, just wanted to provide a quick update and a very interesting story from a recent train journey!
For those who read my last post you'll know I've become very active with my bowel movements lately and possibly suspected IBS. This has increasingly happened lately to the point I've been pretty home bound (although I was sick with a bug at the same time so partly down to this!)
Having felt on the mend this weekend I took a visit into the city to do some shopping. This meant getting on a 40 minute train, having had my recent issues I boarded the train and took a seat relatively near to the bathroom. Shortly after this a young American girl with a suitcase came by the use the train toilet, it is one of those with the sliding revolving doors and she couldn't figure out how to get it shut and asked me, to which I told her the button was just behind her lol! She soon went in and away with her business, I had noted at the time after she went in it didn't have the usual voice notification for "door locked"! A short while after this an older man arrived, seeing the WC in green for vacant pushed the button exposing the poor girl sat on the loo! He apologised and quickly pressed the close door botton which was followed by the sound of "door locked" as I'm sure she was bright red in there!
As I was sat there I heard the sound of the traditional suction flush, but the door didn't open, I then heard her push the button again and again a third time. At this moment I realised she must've needed a poo, and was struggling to get it all the flush! Making the previous ordeal even more embarrassing bless her!
Finally she finished and a little while later it was roughly 8 minutes until my stop and I needed the bathroom a little so thought I'd best try before I get off! I did notice another women walking down the train who had tried the bathroom door only to see it locked earlier! I soon went In and tried to do my business, firstly having a quick wee. After roughly 2 minutes I heard the sound of a faint knock on the door. The woman must've been getting desperate as it had been probably 30 minutes she first tried the toilet and gave up back to her seat! I ignored and continued trying to do my business. After another 2/3 minutes I heard a knock this time a big louder, so I have a cough to alert her I was there and aware! But I still was trying to do my business, I managed to get close to finishing up before hearing a much louder knock at the door! This was just after hearing on the tannoy we are soon arriving to the 2nd to last stop! After another minute of washing my hands etc.. I left the bathroom and the woman was nowhere to be seen, perhaps that was her stop and she had to leave then! When I excited the train she didn't leave any of the carriages so must've got off there. I did feel bad for taking a few minutes but wouldn't say it was anything more than what I usually find with users of the train bathrooms! Anyhow an eventful journey and would be funny to encounter anything like it again next time!


STEPHEN,P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN


Yesterday was a really hot day at 8 pm I went to campervan to lay down
I fell asleep and woke at midnight for a wee I woke again at four am had a wee in the resident wee pottie (THETFORD 100 )had a drink of orange juice and got back to bed .I then needed to go a NUMBER TOO urgently so having no choice I sat on the wee pottie and sat for twelve minutes going a NUMBER TOO ,I wiped with the ELSAN BLUE toilet roll attached to the window on the side door.I pulled the slide it was a very large load which did not drop until I added more water from a bottle , I got back to bed when I woke and used the pottie to wee the bowl was soiled so cleaned it with the brush. today is WEDNESDAY I have not done a NUMBER TOO since SUNDAY evening .
I think I now need to start using laxatives as these days of not pooping are becoming more frequent


Questions for Sarah

I so enjoy your experiences about needing to poop while you are doing your ride share driving. When you turn off your app isn't that costing you money because the fare you would have had is going to another driver?

You use gas stations or stores for your pees/poops.

1) Are the seats pretty clean and is the bathroom picked up? You mention some of the others put paper down? You don't mention that?

2) Have you ever walked into one of these bathrooms to find it filled up with people waiting? What do you do then?

3) Have you ever peed or pooped in a place that was absolutely atrocious? How did you handle that?

4) Have you ever had a passenger with a young child who demanded to use the toilet "now." How did you handle that?

5) Have you had a passenger want you to stop so they could have a bathroom break? What did you do? What would be done if say you were on a highway with no rest areas?

Thank you! Keep up the great stories.


Mary W.
Jenny: You mentioned that you had an incident where you were sick from both ends and ended up pooping in your pants. Would you mind sharing the story of that incident?

Or if anyone else has had similar incidents, I'd be curious to hear about them!


Anna from Austria
Reply to Jessica.

I really liked your report from Japan. I also had the impression that japanese ladies are often not very poop shy during my Japan trips.

I could not hear anything from the stalls because I was just using bathrooms that were rather sound proof, or a single room toilet in the conviniance stores.

Actually the rest rooms in the Konbini were my favourite toilets when I had to poop outside the hotel room.

When I had to use bigger toilets for taking a pee I often entered stalls that had still a poop smell in them . It happend almost every time I had to enter a bigger toilet in subway station or in a shopping mall.

greetings from Austria

Anna

ps: @Chakamami thx for your nice greetings.


Wednesday, July 31, 2024


Kenna

Public toilet poop

Hey all! Latest update from Josh and I! He hadn't pooped in 3 days and woke up with the urge, but after trying to go off and on all morning he couldn't get anything to come out. We ran a bunch of errands and his need was getting worse. We were in target when he couldn't put it off anymore. He told me he had to go really bad and asked me to come with so we headed for the bathroom. As luck would have it the family bathroom was closed for maintenance so we had to sneak into the men's room. Josh checked and it was empty so I carefully went In with him and we took the handicapped stall. I locked the stall door and Josh seated himself in front of me on the toilet. "This might take awhile,Kenna. I really have to go but it feels pretty hard" "it's ok baby, take your time, just relax and focus on pushing it out". Josh began pushing and I held his hands and crouched in front of him. "Cmon baby" I coaxed "puuuush" he grunted hard, took another deep breath and pushed again. He pushed as long as he could and his face was red from the strain. He repeated this several times.i could hear his turd crackling at his hole as he tried. He was in the middle of a push when someone entered the bathroom. He whispered to me "I was afraid of this, we might be in here for a really long time if people keep coming in" "it's ok Josh, keep trying, just don't push as hard if you're worried about making noise" this other person took the other stall next to us and obviously had to take a dump also. I was nervous about getting caught and scooched up behind Josh as far as I could kind of behind the toilet to the side of it and crouched down. He leaned forward to shelter me more and I started rubbing his back gently as he began to work on going to the bathroom again. I could see his anus and could tell when he was pushing. He was trying as quietly as he could but I knew he was having trouble concentrating while this other person was in the other stall. Luckily they finished pretty quickly, flushed, and left the bathroom. "Ok Josh, push hard honey, let's get this turd moving" I stayed behind the toilet as far as I could and kept rubbing Josh's back. He was having a hard time getting it to come out. It would show each time he pushed and would try to come but was stuck pretty good. "This is hard, I have to go sooo bad, I just need to get it started and it should keep coming out" "it's ok babe, just keep trying, you can do it" another person came into the stall next to us and Josh sucked the turd back in. This guy was constipated too as we could hear him straining. Every 5 or so pushes a thud was heard in his toilet. This went on for about 10 minutes when this guy finally started tearing off toilet paper so he must have been done. He flushed after a few wipes and left the toilet. Josh has been pushing this whole time but couldn't get his turd started yet. "Push harder babe, concentrate, you can do this!" "Ugh I am having a really hard time getting this poop moving!" He said with a grunt. "Focus babe, I know it's hard and stuck but you've got this!" I coached him while he struggled and felt bad he was having such a hard time. His poop would come right to the edge of his anus with each push but wouldn't budge. "Do you need a suppository?" "I would take one but I really have to go Kenna, I don't want to wait for it to work, I'm going to just keep pushing. Once it starts coming out I'll be fine" "ok…..can I do anything to help?" "Just keep encouraging me, and the fact that you are here helps me ALOT" I spread his cheeks from behind him and watched his poop try to come out again. It was dark brown and all knobby looking and pretty wide too. Another person entered the bathroom but they just peed and left. Josh began another push and was softly grunting like "nnnhh". Poor thing was just struggling and so backed up! This turd was being really stubborn! He stopped to rest and it went back in his butt. "Can't poop" he told me. "Let me help babe, I'll try digging some out to help you get started" "ok" he replied. "I know you don't like it but it will help you go and get this done!" "Puuush baby, and I will work at it gently". The turd showed itself again and I gently began to pick at the end of it until he couldn't push anymore. "It's really hard baby, no wonder you can't push it" a few minutes later I had several slivers of poop coming off the blockage but Josh still couldn't move it by pushing. "Are you doing ok babe?" "Yeah, it's just uncomfortable and hard. I'm ready to be done" someone else entered the bathroom stall again and I whispered softly to Josh to keep pushing so I could keep working with him. I gently dug some more pebbles out for him but it was slow. The other guy was still trying to poop too and I realized Josh isn't the only one who struggles with constipation! He had been next to us pushing and grunting but I didn't hear anything come out. His wife or sig other called and I could hear her voice thru the phone asking if he was almost done or ok. "I'm having a really hard time" he quietly replied. "It's coming out, just keeps getting g stuck" she sounded sympathetic, wished him good luck and to take his time then they said love you and hung up. He resumed pushing and trying to go and I kept working on Josh's turd also. Josh was pushing too and he was finally stimulated enough to start going on his own. I wrapped his turd in toilet paper and gently pulled while he pushed. He wasn't pushing too hard as he wanted to be quiet with this other guy next to us. A few loud grunts from the stall over and a giant splash followed by a loud sigh and "finally" followed by "hey babe, it finally came out, I'll be out soon" he must have took a pic for his wife as I heard the camera on his phone click lol….he didn't flush so obviously he wanted more people to marvel at his monster. Back to Josh….he pushed and pushed with me still gently pulling on his turd. It reached probably 15" long and broke off. I placed it in the toilet and he kept pushing. His anus dilated again and o could see another log inside him. This one took some concentration and effort to start coming out too and I coached him as it started coming. I gently guided this one out too and it broke after a foot or so. He still wasn't done and pushed more. This turd wasn't as hard but still pretty thick and I gently coaxed him and coached as it slowly slipped out of him. It needed some really hard pushing to get the end of it to come out and Josh strained and groaned hard to finish. It finally came and splashed into the toilet. He pushed again and I couldn't see anymore inside him. "I'm done" he whispered and tried catching his breath. The toilet was filled with poop and I gently wiped his butt for him. It took 2 wipes and he was clean. "Thank you for helping me Kenna, I needed that!" "Of course babe, I'll gladly help every time you go if you need it!" We tried to flush but it was clogged, the water just would go down but not the poop. We snuck out of the stall and we both looked at the other poop from the other constipated dude and omg his was massive too! If made me wonder if a lot of other guys regularly struggle to poop and have a hard time! Which leads me to a question for the girls and wives on here…..have you ever had to help your husband or sig other use the bathroom?? Because between Josh and this other guy their poops were huge!! We left both toilets clogged and finished shopping for the day. That was definitely an experience! Xoxo Kenna


PJ (He/Him)
Sarah- Are you open for fares while you are on the toilet? Have you ever been called for a fare while you are on the toilet? My wife has a few stories of being paged in the on the toilet for both number 1 and 2. Number 1 of course is no big deal, but she has been paged from sitting down and not yet dropping to being paged in the process of wiping and everything in between.

Jessica-Welcome home and I am glad you had a great trip. I know there are countless reasons for the cultural differences between Japan and the west. Does anyone thing maybe Japanese women are more fearless in public bathrooms because they can get really clean with their bidets? No worries if I am complete wrong by Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina), just a humorous guess! I have know women who have tried not to poop in public so they can at least clean with soft toilet paper, or even plan to shower after they poop. I know women wear cute underwear in both countries!

Thunder- The unisex toilet I have used are just large rooms with a shared sink and essentially single room toilets with a private door! You cannot really tell what is going on if two people use two toilet next to each other. Is your experience with unisex restrooms more like a traditional western restroom with stalls?

Avery-12wipes!!! Another anecdotal observation that may not be true for other is that the more satisfying the poop, the more wipes I have to do. The most I counted was 20 over two flushes. and I was wearing light colored boxer briefs and I still got skidmarks! (Also left skidmarks in the toilet)

Question for all:
What is the most you have wiped after a number 2, and still left a stain in your underwear?


Jessica

Replies and post trip poop

Dear Chakamami: I'm glad all of you liked Japan trip experience. Seems like the four of you have no problem with having loud poop in public. Wish that was the case back home in America. I definitely wish I had a group of friends like you guys who I could share my poop experiences with. I found that now I'm back home Im much more conscious about pooping in public. Unlike Japan, women in America try so hard to hide the fact that they're pooping. I often fall into this game too, but after my experience in Japan I'm trying my best not to care and to handle my business as needed no matter how loud my farts or poops might be. Hope I will be able to poop freely like you guys.

Dear Thunder: I wouldn't worry about trying to be discrete. St the end of the day it's just a bidet and if you're comfortable using it that's all that matters. I personally love them so I hope that helps :) And although I don't go to unisex toilets I can agree that women do not let go. Most will try to hide and wait for others to leave. I had a very similar experience when I came back from my trip.

I was out grocery shopping trying to restock my empty fridge now that I'm back home. While shopping I felt the sudden urge to poop. After coming back from the trip I'd been having trouble going so I was relieved when I felt the urge. I headed to the ladies room and there were three stalls. One was already taken so I took the stall furthest away leaving a gap in the middle. I liked the toilet with paper and sat down. The girl who was in before me was sitting silently. There was a slight poop smell in the air so I knew what she had been doing but could tell she was waiting for me to leave. Suddenly the door opened and the last stall was occupied. I was sitting down trying to relax as I usually take a while on the toilet since I like to let it come out rather than pushing. A few minutes went by and the others were still sitting quietly. I couldn't believe no one made a sound, this definitely wouldn't be the case in Japan. Sitting for 5 minutes on my trip I would've heard multiple farts and often diarrhea from the other stalls. I decided to break the ice and pushed as hard as I could. I let out a loud wet sounding fart and lots of poop starting to come out. It only took my about 5 minutes to finish and even after flushing and wiping the other stalls stayed quiet. I couldn't believe they cared so much about not being heard pooping. I myself have decided to let loose in public bathrooms from now on. There's honestly nothing to be worried about. Thanks again for Chakamami and Thunder for reading.


Tricky

First time pooping in the locker room, Junior year of HS

I was 17, perhaps a month before the school year ended. My normal habit was to poop soon after lunch, but I had been constipated over the weekend. I last pooped at school the previous Friday. I also had to spend the latter half of the day at another high school to earn a scholarship by serving as a teachers' assistant. It was now time to leave and head to the other school, where I was getting a ride by another student in my grade who was in the same program.

The problem was, we didn't have much time to get there, and I just now felt the initial rumblings of needing to poop. I knew that if I didn't poop before leaving, I'd in all likelihood be forced to use the doorless stalls at the other school and not be able to hold it until I could get home because it was 3 days worth of poop, and that I'd be most likely pooping in view with my lower half exposed to an unwanted audience. A week prior, during an emergency after the Easter weekend, I had once used a Boys' room at this other school with normal stalls with doors, only to get nagged at by a bunch of middle-aged female teachers during my poop because it was reserved as a unisex facility for the pre-K children, and it was subsequently declared off limits to me afterward. For a description of the circumstances at this other school, see the entries "Re: Peter, New Survey" on page 2943, "Re: BrentC on laxatives" page 2932, and "Re: Mark, The Boy's Toilets" on page 2943. I never told that story in detail, but will do so at a later date.

So, I had to poop. It didn't feel like an emergency, but having been since the previous Friday after lunch since I'd last pooped, it was probably going to be an emergency soon after I ate lunch, which was the time I normally pooped each day. I could definitely feel the solid mass loaded in my rectum, even if it felt like a normal need to go and a non-emergency at the time.

So I let my fellow student who would be driving me know that I had to use the restroom before leaving. He asked, "Do you have to take a crap?" I answered in the affirmative. He responded, "Knew it!" He knew the situation at the other school, knew about last week's ordeal, and understood. As I was walking to the exit to use the restroom on the way out, the cleaning ladies had it closed off and were cleaning it. My partner reminded me that we didn't have time for me to walk to the one at the other end of the school(it was a 3-5 minute walk through the crowded hallways each way as it was still between classes), but the gym and locker rooms were nearby, and he said the locker rooms had toilets.

So I went into the Boys' locker room. I'd never been there before as gym class was not mandatory at this school and I didn't take it or participate in sports. I noticed that about 30 male students were in there showering(there were partitions with curtains) or changing back into their clothes. I immediately saw the toilet area from the entrance and went back there. There was a blonde haired boy from one of my earlier classes fixing his hair at the sink, a partitionless bowl-style urinal whose user would be fully exposed to the room, and the only sit-down toilet in the entire school whose partition differed from the rest.

All of the other sit-down toilets in this school had a normal stall with a door. Except this one. There was a side-wall going to about 3.5 feet in height with a one-foot gap at the bottom and a door on it, the toilet mounted on the wall 90 degrees from the door, but also away from the stall door to the wall on the right. The stall door was normal size and towered above the wall, but the sit-down user was exposed from the shoulders up from the side to the entire locker room as they sat. Because the students at this school didn't bully people for pooping, unlike my previous high school and middle school I attended from grades 7-10, and since I'd already pooped around my classmates at this new school easily more than 100 times by now without any issues, I didn't feel uneasy or embarrassed about it, even if I felt slightly awkward at what I was about to do given the arrangement wasn't as private as I was expecting or had become accustomed to. But it wasn't my first time using a comparable facility in front of classmates(See "A High School Poop Story", page 2870). And it was much better than the alternative choices I had should I hold it before getting to the other school, as that was either going to be a literal shit show in a doorless stall, or on a toilet that was exposed to the room with no stall at all, probably in full view of other students there, and which would possibly expose me to any female students outside should someone open the door while I sat.

So I walked back passed a student who I saw every day and knew from one of my classes as he was fixing his hair at the sink, a boy my age of about 6 ft tall and maybe 150 lbs with long-ish hair not quite to his shoulders, and a handsome face. I latched the door, noticed the toilet already had brown streaks in the bowl(indicating recent use), dropped my pants, and sat down. No one could see my butt or anything objectionable at the moment thanks to the stall, and the telltale streaks indicating recent use meant other students were comfortable using it, so I was comfortable with my dropping my pants all the way to my shoes, exposing my ankles as well, and facilitating more physical comfort for the otherwise slightly awkward poop session.

I started pushing. At first, nothing came out. But after about 30 seconds of straining, out crested a firm, solid, hard log. I waS able to see in my peripheral vision about 30 fellow students in the room, one of them standing at a sink about 5 feet away from me fixing his hair. There were a few quick stares made at me as I pushed the turd out, but then people averted their gaze. No one commented to me about it as I sat there defecating. I had a distinct appearance as the only student there who spiked my hair and looked unusually young, so I knew that everyone in there knew who I was.

About 30 more seconds in, as I could feel a sizable amount of log hanging out of my butt, another student, also whom I shared my 1st period class with, a heavy-set body builder kid with a shaved head and about 6'2" tall, walked up to the urinal wearing gym shorts and a gym shirt, greeted me by name and said,

"What brings you in here?"

He was standing there two feet from me facing the urinal while moving his hand toward his crotch to whip it out and begin peeing.

I responded, "The nearby bathroom is being cleaned."

He then said,

"Really had to go then. No shame in that. We all do it."

I felt slightly embarrassed as he was making things awkward, even if that may not have been his intent. I was not yet comfortable talking to others while pooping or peeing, even with complete privacy. I could see him holding his penis in my peripheral view as he drained his bladder, spouting a clear-colored stream from obvious efforts to stay well hydrated that loudly splashed the generous allotment of water in the urinal. I kept looking straight forward. Everyone in the locker room would be able to see him holding his penis with a pee stream coming out of it if they looked our way, as well as see my pants at the floor, ankles below the stall, and face and spiked hair above the awkwardly short stall wall, making it obvious it was me sitting there and obvious what I was doing. He also did the same, staring straight forward, as I was certain that if he looked over at me from where he stood that he could see over the stall wall at me holding my own penis toward the toilet bowl with my pants at my shoes. I regretted my decision to pull my pants all the way down instead of up to my upper legs. But he was respectful and recognized the awkward situation, and didn't try to further maintain conversation with me, probably sensing my discomfort with both the toilet arrangement and small talk. We were both there just doing what needed to be done, and otherwise thought nothing of it.

He finished, flushed, and the kid doing his hair at the sink stepped out of the way to let him wash his hands. Then he left and the kid doing his hair resumed using the sink and mirror.

It took about 3 more minutes for me to push the log out as I kept my gaze straight forward to minimize attention to myself as students went about their business in the locker room. The poop was big and made loud crackling, but the noise was drowned out by the activity in the locker room.

*BLOOSH-TLUP*

The log loudly dropped into the water, and I'm certain it was heard. I felt more on the way and started pushing it out, but it was all gas, and I let out a long, loud fart.

*ROR-R-R-R-R-t-TLUP*

The toilet bowl made it echo, it was loud, and it garnered a few stares my way again, but then everyone quickly averted their gaze. No one laughed at my expense or said anything about it.

I knew I wasn't empty, but I was in a hurry, and felt mostly emptied enough thanks to the fart. I didn't feel like anything more was going to come out without a lot of effort. I could still feel a slight weight in my lower GI tract, but it was nothing compared to before I sat on the toilet and it felt far up, as if it was waiting for me to eat lunch first so that my GI tract could then push it all out. I assessed that to get the rest out would probably take another 5 to 10 minutes I didn't have if I even succeeded in doing so, and another class of students would then be entering within that time frame, with the sight of me using this awkward setup to greet them. I was still constipated, and it would probably be a smaller than normal amount. So, I decided it was time to wipe and leave.

The toilet paper roller was an industrial dispenser mounted high up on the wall to my right side, and I had to reach above my face to roll the paper and wipe, while a classmate was still fixing his hair at th sink five feet away from me on my left, having seen and maybe heard my entire toilet visit thus far. Anyone in the room could see me rolling the toilet paper, broadcasting yet further confirmation with regard to what I was doing there to anyone who looked my way, but as a sit-down wiper, they didn't actually see me wipe thanks to the stall covering me below my shoulders. My perineum was slightly messy, but not to the point of requiring any significant cleanup effort, and after 2 or 3 passes my butt was clean enough to avoid skidmarks. I made a final wipe, noticed it was clean, and pulled my pants up.

I buckled my belt and turned around to flush. A massive, knobby, firm 18+ inch log 2 inches thick greeted me. Upon flushing, it smeared itself against the bowl on the way down rotating like helicopter blade, leaving a thorough spiral of skidmarks to replace the old smears that were there before I sat on the toilet, while braking apart into smaller pieces. The mess was even worse than the last one, and my deposit was still floating at the top of the water line, broken into smaller pieces, but still mostly unflushed. I flushed a second time and the pieces all went down, but the brown streaks coating the toilet bowl became even worse while a thick brown trail was left going into the drain of the toilet bowl.

I exited the awkwardly short stall, and the kid fixing his hair then stepped away from the sink and commented,

"All yours <My name omitted>. I bet you feel like a million bucks."

I answered an awkward "Yeah."

He then responded, "Good deal! I just dropped ass 5 minutes ago. I always have to go after gym and sometimes after practice."

This kid fixing his hair was obviously the source of the skidmarks I saw before sitting down. He displayed zero shame or embarrassment, and thought nothing negative of the fact that I just took a shit in front of him, albeit with the stall keeping anything objectionable out of his view.

So I asked him,

"Exercise does that. Do you use this toilet every day?"

He responded, "Yep. Well most days."

I then told him, "My middle school and last high school's locker rooms didn't have a stall at all. The shitter was out in the open and no one used it. This is better than that at least."

He then mentioned,

"There used to not be a stall there. I got used to using it. They just added it this year."

As I finished washing my hands and started drying them with paper towels, he resumed standing at the sink.

I asked, "No one bothered you for it?"

He then said, "Never."

I told him, "My last school didn't have stall doors in any of their Boys' rooms. You couldn't poop there without being f---ed with."

He responded, "Really?"

He was clearly in a state of disbelief.

I responded, "Yeah. I saw students being harassed for taking a dump. I'd always hold it until I got home."

It was clear that no one at this school cared if you had to shit. The culture was entirely different, and the boys here pooped with impunity whenever and wherever they needed to. But they also had decent privacy to do so everywhere in the school, and apparently this locker room was the lone exception, which was still better than anything available at my previous high school. It was quite a contrast.

I met my partner at his car in the parking lot and we headed to the other school. We ate lunch in the teachers' lounge, and sure enough, I needed to poop again soon after, but the need was minor and I was able to hold it.

Which was definitely for the best, because I also needed to pee soon after lunch, and decided to do so to alleviate at least some internal pressure to further reduce the sensation of needing to poop. I had no choice but to go to the restroom upstairs(the cafeteria one was locked for some reason). It was a folly of open sit-down toilets without stalls, and urinals that went from chest height all the way to the floor, all f which were visible from the doorless entrance(the door was missing). I got harassed by a group of students who kept asking me questions about where I was from and why I was dressed the way I was(I was wearing dress clothes for this teachers assistant position) as I stood at the urinal peeing. On of them was female. This was an inner-city school in the hood, and I looked about 3-4 grade levels below my actual age. It was very awkward standing at a urinal while 10+ students from this school wr sanding there and 2 or 3 of them kept pestering me. The Boys' room I used also reeked of cigarette smoke and the smoke of an illicit substance because kids were smoking there. As I was washing my hands after using the urinal, a female teacher barged in to address the strong smell of smoke.

Had all of that happened while I was seated on one of the open toilets taking a dump, I'd have been humiliated.

When I get home, I dropped out a second buttload for the day in comfort. It was a smaller log, but still normal in size for a daily dump on my part. Had I not gone in the locker room before leaving the school I attended, I'd not have been able to hold it for the rest of the day and would have been forced to use a toilet without any privacy at all with an unwanted audience.

Using the one in the locker room before leaving was definitely the right call. I used it again once more senior year, a story for another day.


STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN


SENT MOST OF YESTERDAY IN THE GARDEN, AFTER CUTTING THE LAWN AT 20:00 I needed to go a NUMBER TOO .I made my way to the camper on the drive pulled the ADVENTURIDGE pottie fro locker quick rinse paper towel on back of bowl. pulled down my shorts and pants .sat on pottie
Two minutes later started to have a powerfull wee then pushed my bowels opened realeasing a pile of mushy poo,I pushed and pooped again the sat and relaxed for a while before reaching forwardand tearing off three sheets of ELSAN BLUE toilet roll and wiped ,pulled off another three and wiped the another two and wiped .
The bowl was up to the two litre mark I pulled the slide the poop went into the lower tank I closed the lid and climbed into bed .I woke for a wee once then woke at ten o clock this morning .I went into house had some tea then back to van ,sat on pottie and tried to poop just had a wee took the pottie to the drain and emptied ,put it back in van
I have just had a NUMBER TWO in the pottie and wiped the usual way


Thunder

Umbilical Hernia

I have the above condition which is not too unusual....it is a hernia in my "belly button" What can happen is that if I get a bit too much pressure in my transverse colon it bulges out my umbilicus (belly button) and can cause enormous pain...I then push it back in and get very good relief.
Yesterday I saw my weekly massage therapist. She is lovely and comes from Taiwan. We barely speak because her English is limited and I am quite deaf and need to be right in front of a person to hear.
Anyway in the later stages of the massage I get a colon massage and she was massaging near my umbilicus and seemed to hit a large hard mass....she said nothing but I could see the slight look on her face. She have that area extra attention. All was OK until about half an hour after the massage when this very bad pain hit in my mid section. What I think happened is that her massage caused the poo to move along (good) but accumulated around my umbilicus ( bad) thus causing it to "pop" out, or herniate. I laid on my bed and pushed hard against the hernia and pushed it back in and pain gone!

I made sure I did not eat too much for tea and had a good dose of laxative....I was out at the car wash when the full force of the laxative hit...went into the unisex toilets and it poured out of me (great) but on conclusion when I went to wipe due to my hands it went all over my bum....need a bidet...does not matter....dropped a good load to take potential pressure off my colon and the Depends absorb all sorts of sins.
Thunder


STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN THE CAMPERVAN


This morning I was woken by the alarm at 06:30 am ,had a wee in the bedroom THETFORD ELEGANCE pottie went downstairs .Itis a bright day the sun shining so I made mugs of tea and carried it to the table in the garden.Idrank the tea then made my way to the campervan in the drive,opened door retrieved the ADVENTURIDGE pottie from the locker rinsed thenput paper towel on back of bowl .
I dropped my shorts and pants to my ankles then sat down ,twenty seconds later I started weeing very slowly I then felt my bowels move I started to wee much fasterso I pulled the slide so as it could flow into lower tank .As I started to go NUMBER TOO I closed the slide and concentrated on having a good poop with gentle pushing and freqent weeeing I could feel and enjoy my bowels working.
Having now sat and relaxed ,satisfied I was done I raised myself up and looked into the bowl ,it was a really good shit,I sat back down reached forward and pulled three sheets of ELSAN BLUE TOILET paper from the holder on the door folded oblique and wiped then pulled another three sheets folded oblique and wiped then tore another two and wiped ,then dressed.
I lifted the seat peeled away the paper towel poured some water from a bottle into the bowl then pulled the slide immediately it dropped into the lower tank.I closed the slide on this occasion the bowl had a few skid marks so I put some more water in the bowl and used the toilet brush then left the van .
I went into house had some weetabix then came back to the van had a wee before emptying pottie in outside drain .when the pottie was in the van i added 2 ltrs of water from the water butt , no doubt i will need to go a NUMBER TOO again tonight as I have been doing every SUNDAY night this year.God only knows why I have a NUMBER TOO every SUNDAY night and not other nights except when I have been to the G Y M.


sarah

2 quick shits

i stopped at a mcdonalds to take a dump. when i got in the bathroom there were 3 stalls with the last 2 taken. it sounded like both girls were pissing. i took the first stall. i pulled my sweats and panties down and sat on the toilet. i did a quick piss. the two girls left their stalls and started talking. i pushed and a loud crackling snake came out of me. their conversation paused then continued. i sighed and farted once. my dump smelled really strong. i wiped and left my stall. the two girls looked at me when i came out of the stall then went back to talking. i washed my hands. i was in the bathroom for exactly 4 minutes.

i took a similar dump again on a different day. i stopped at a grocery store to use the bathroom. the bathroom was empty. i took the 3rd stall. i pulled my jeans and panties down. i sat and pissed. i pushed and did a noisy smelly crackling dump. i wiped and washed up. i was in the bathroom for 4 minutes again.


sarah

3 poops

i was driving a fare when i got hit with a really bad belly ache. i knew i needed to poop right away. after dropping the fare off i went to find a bathroom. i stopped at a gas station and raced for the bathroom. they had a single unisex bathroom. thankfully it was empty. i ripped my sweats and panties down and farted on my way down. i sat on the toilet. immediately a long log came out. immediately following it was a lot of splattering soft poo. it smelled horrible. i farted a few times and was done. i was to desperate to time myself. i left the bathroom feeling very relieved.

my second poop was a quick one. i was at the gym. before i left i stopped to pee. on my way to the bathroom i got the need to poop. i took a random stall. the bathroom was busy. i sat down and pissed. after i pushed and some soft shit crackled out. i wiped and washed up and was done. i was in the bathroom for only 4 minutes.

my latest poop was at a restaurant. after my meal i needed to take a dump. i was seated near the bathroom. a few minutes before i got up a teen girl went in the bathroom. i went into the bathroom. there were two stalls with the last one taken by the girl. i sat down. i pissed. i began working on my much needed dump. i relaxed and nothing moved. i pushed and burped loudly twice. i pushed more and a log came sliding out quickly. i kept pushing and 2 more identical logs came out. i farted a few times. i didnt feel done so i stayed seated but only farted. i never heard sound from the other stall. i wiped flushed and washed up and was done. i did 3 logs each about 5 inches long. i was in the bathroom for 7 minutes.




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