Andy
My brother's potty training woes
My little brother was one of those kids who took forever to potty train and used to hold his poo in for as long as he could. I was 12 during this time so I remember all the things my parents tried to get him to go. They used to secretly put laxatives in his food a lot.
One time I was in the living room with him babysitting and noticed he kept farting so I told him to go to the bathroom. He of course refused but I told him he couldn't be a big boy like me unless he went, which for once actually worked, because he said ok but he wanted me to go with him. I agreed, mostly because I didn't want my parents to get mad at me for not helping him.
Once in the bathroom, he sat down on the toilet with the smaller seat for him and finally pushed out a huge hard turd.I congratulated him and made sure he flushed and washed his hands before we went back to the living room. Five minutes later though he's acting like he has to go again. I walked him back into the bathroom and made him sit again, and this time he pushed out three long, brown, soft logs. I figured the laxatives must be working finally, so I made him sit there a bit longer just to be sure he was done. He wiped and flushed and we went back to the living room again. 45 minutes went by when suddenly I hear him fart again, only it was very obvious that he'd just pooped his pants because it was a muffled wet sound like "Blllaaapth". He immediately started to cry, and I took him into the bathroom yet again.
I took his pants and underwear down and there was a big patch of thick, pasty yellow pooh in his underwear, though a lot of it was stuck to his butt too. I took his underwear off as carefully as I could, then made him sit on the toilet again. He said he didn't have to go anymore, but not a minute later I hear him trying not to grunt and then soft runny pooh splattering into the toilet before he sighs with relief. He sat there for like 5 minutes continually pushing out soft diarrhea that got more and more runny. Thankfully my parents got home right then, and they cleaned him up afterwards. I still like to tell that story to embarrass him if he ever pisses me off.
JW
Re: Madelyn and Marianna
I'm fascinated by your "Twinning" stories. It must be an interesting experience to live life as a twin. I hope you'll post more stories.
I'm curious to know if you ever poop together and if you remember anything of your toilet training? If so was it the same for both of you of different.~~ JW
Tricky
An embarrassing emergency poop off the nature trail
It was 2008. I was riding my bike on a trail far out in a rural area, adjacent to a state park. The area was crowded with mountain bikers and families walking the trail, or people walking their dogs. As I normally do, I kept my calorie intake high all day. Since early that morning, I went through multiple bags of almonds and multiple boxes of raisins, plus lots of water, and must have ridden more than 100 miles total by the time of the evening where this story takes place.
The consequence was that I'd been farting all through the day a normal amount, and that was a problem, because I'd easily consumed 3 days worth of fiber that morning with yet more all through the day, and I'd been burning all of those calories off with exercise. I was not releasing enough gas for the amount of food I consumed, and I felt every bit of it. It also smelled sulfurous. In spite of me consuming copious water, I felt something hard and painful inside of my GI tract building up.
It was at this uncomfortable point in the evening that I suddenly felt dense and compacted solids rapidly working their way towards the exit point, propelled by unreleased gas. It was not subtle. I felt a mass shift inside of me, and it was so painful I almost fell off of my bike. Within less than 2 minutes of more riding, I needed to poop, toilet or not, NOW.
I passed a late-20-something woman with two boys on the trail, pedaling my bike deliberately and carefully, because I knew that if I lost balance, I was probably going to unload into my underwear pounds worth of digested almonds and raisins, tens of thousands of calories worth, possibly. And those calories indeed were spent as my body was not-so-subtly letting me know it wanted them gone. I was loudly farting with each pedal stroke while passing them, and one of the two boys, a blonde-haired child of about 11 walking next to his brown-haired brother of about 7, heard it, one of them exclaiming,
"That boy just farted!"
I heard something inaudible from the mother, followed by,
"No, I heard it! That boy on that bike just farted!"
I was embarrassed, but paid them no mind. I needed a restroom, or some private place to pull my pants down and crap, and that was my focus. It was a bad emergency and I could now feel the turtle's head pummeling my o-ring with each pedal stroke, causing immense pain to shoot up my lower back with a feeling of solid fullness all throught my abdomen, making its presence known as I pedaled, the farts slipping out not seeming to relieve the pressure at all. I quickly gained distance in anticipation that I might need to squat in the woods, and didn't want them to see me.
I turned a bend and was out of their sight, when I saw it, another 500 feet or so up the trail. A wooden sign with a plastic placard indicating a unisex restroom with an arrow pointing off of the trail. My first thought was that this would be another private single-user vault toilet inside a unisex outhouse. I'd pissed in two of them that day already. Below the sign indicating the restroom, there was an arrow pointing into a clearing behind some trees, opening up to a hillside after turning a bend.
On the hillside was my salvation, albeit not in the sort of facility I was hoping for. I put down my bike and stood there able to see a few hills and mountains in the distance, but even closer to me, near he cliffside of the bluff, was placed a vault toilet. White with a lid. No walls. No partitions. Nothing for privacy. Just an open vault toilet, singular, out near the edge of the bluff, facing the hillside to anyone who might see you sitting there from the other side of the hill. And I stood there with a direct side view to the toilet. I was not comfortable with this. But I really had to go, and was seriously considering the bushes less than a minute before getting here. So I went over to the toilet, dropped my pants to my upper legs, and hastily took a seat on it.
Before I could fully seat myself and get my pants down I felt a warm, wet, sloppy froth involuntarily sliding out of my butt and forcing my buttcheeks apart, painfully, as a result of my clenching with all of my might the previous few minutes to avoid filling my underwear with a massive buttload of creamy intestinal batter. I got my pants down just in time to plant my butt on the seat with my pants and boxers at my upper legs, exposing a side view of and opening to my butt.
I felt a massive weight shift inside of my insides toward its projected exit point. And it did not disappoint, propelled with many hours worth of built up gasses trapped behind the solids.
*BRA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-P-ffft-WOMP-rort-PLURRRRR-T*
It echoed through the hills. I heard it echo. I felt embarrassed someone else might have heard it, but every indication I had at the time was that I was alone. The view was incredible. This was a relaxing and comfortable place to poop, in spite of its shortcomings, and I flt my body loosen up.
This opening salvo of flatulence was followed by an epic crackling noise that sounded like a plastic bag being crinkled by hand, but louder. I could feel a massive log just barely sliding out of my butt, like a fat kid trying to slide on a dry water slide. This poop would only continue now with great difficulty. This didn't feel good. This hurt. It was stuck. But it felt it wanted out in no uncertain terms, still feeling like a painful emergency. Seemingly minutes passed as I had to push, and push, and push. This massive log was not even one-fourth out of me, but it hurt and I felt every bit of its girth as I struggled to push it out of me, millimeter by painful millimeter.
Then I heard footsteps on the path to my left. I saw the mother and her two boys that I passed on the bike turn the bend, as I was sitting on this outdoor toilet looking at them. I made eye contact with the mother.
In shock she uttered,
"Uh oh! I'm so sorry!"
The two boys saw me and were giggling and staring at me as I sat there with my butt exposed to them seated on this open toilet with my t-shirt covering the area between my legs, log of crap hanging out of my butt, and everyone seemingly surprised at seeing me seated on a toilet in the open woods like this.
Instinctively, she grabbed them both.
"Come-on. Let that boy finish."
...and the three went back around the trees from where they came, to give me my privacy. And it was much appreciated.
The turd wouldn't budge. I pushed. And pushed. It hurt and badly needed to come out and I felt it, but being intruded upon and briefly witnessed on the toilet by three strangers mid-poop locked my bowels up. And with all my might, I pushed...
Another minute or so passed and I had to regain my breath. So I pushed again... and again...
I heard one of the boys yell,
"Is that boy done pooping yet?"
"Mind your business."
"I really got to go!"
Enough pushing, and...
*FWORRRRRR-T*
It all rapidly slid out of me with a disturbing amount of force, feeling like explosive diarrhea thanks to the gaseous propellant, except I think it was one solid log. The gas made my anus ripple with pain. It hurt and it felt like the inside of my rectum was cut open as the hard turd launched itself out, scraping inside my o-ring.
About 1 seconds later...
*PLITH*
It fell into the dirt below from where I was sitting, maybe a 5-10 foot drop. I wasn't done and I felt a lot more on the way. More poop came pouring out like a milkshake machine.
I heard some commentary from around the bend,
"But what do I do if I need to poop there too?"
"Then poop. That's what it's there for!"
"Mommy, I need to pee!"
"NO! Wait for that boy to finish."
"That boy's using it!"
"You have to wait your turn."
"I really got to go!"
"Goddamit! Get back here!"
I heard footsteps scampering my way. I saw the younger kid run my way into view, turn around, and start peeing into the bushes to my side maybe 10 feet from me as I sat.
"CHRISTOPHER! GET BACK HERE!"
She turned the bend, saw me sitting on the toilet and her son facing away from me giving her a full frontal view of what he was doing.
"You should have waited! That's rude!"
"I had to go!"
She gave him a look of disappointment or resignation, made effort to avoid looking at me on the toilet, turned around, and left us alone. Meanwhile, a vile, thick, creamy sludge was sliding out of my butt, plopping into the dirt below from where I sat, while this boy was 10 feet in front of me peeing.
The kid finished up emptying his bladder and ran back to his mother as I now heard more conversation, with more people that weren't there before.
"Please don't go back there yet. Someone's still using it."
"I saw an older boy pooping there!"
"I can see him through the trees!"
"Stop it! It's not polite to stare!"
I heard some muffled laughing from about 30 feet away, then an old man's voice,
"Someone's still back there. Looks like we're getting in line then."
I heard the older boy yell,
"I don't wanna' go here. Everyone can watch me!"
"No one's going to watch you."
Abut 30 more seconds passed, and I heard more.
"How bad do you need to go?"
"Really bad!"
"It's up to you. Can you make it back to the parking lot?"
"I don't know."
"Make up your mind. Do you need go or not?"
"Yes."
"Then wait for that boy to finish."
I then heard the old man's voice,
"Will ya'll need any tissue? I have some you can use. I hike here and that toilet never has any."
That is when concern for how I was going to wipe took over. I did not consider that far into the future in my state of delirium as I rushed to this outdoor commode. And poop was now involuntarily dropping out of my butt as I sat there, unable to stop the flow. There was no toilet paper here. And there were no leaves handy.
*plapt*
I had to swallow my pride. I couldn't sit on my bike without a decent cleanup job after this. My butt was saturated with my own foul muck and without wiping it, I would ruin my pants at a minimum as my underwear was not going to contain this, especially not while pedaling a bike. I spoke, loud enough for them all to hear me from where I sat,
"Would you please hand me some? I don't have anything to use."
More laughing.
I heard the old man's voice again.
"If you don't mind me coming back here, sure."
"Go ahead."
A skinny white-haired bearded man in his 70s came around the corner, with a roll of toilet paper in his left hand. It wasn't a full roll and looked like it had been mostly used up. He walked up to me and handed it over, while I was sitting there with thick, heavy, oily, compacted butt sludge still working its way out of me, pants at my upper legs, and otherwise enjoying a full view of the hills a half mile away as I carried on with my dump, highly embarrassed at the fact that others were there to witness me performing it.
"Here you go young man."
*plapt* *thut*
More Earthen material dropped out of me to the vault below where I sat, with this man handing me a roll of wiping material while quickly turning around and averting his gaze. He definitely heard that, and more kept on coming.
*plut* *plapt plapt* *FSPFFFFFFFFFffffffffftttttt* *plut-plop-plop*
He continued walking, saying,
"Don't use it all. I'm going to need some too."
I responded,
"Ok. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He went back around, another 30 feet back around the bend. I felt extremely embarrassed, but also relieved. I now had something to wipe with, when I didn't know 30 seconds ago what I was going to do. My butt was an absolute mess and more waste was still dropping out of me.
*plapt* *plut* *VWRRRR-R-R-R-T* *plap plap*
It now felt like full-on diarrhea, but it was much more solid than liquid. And very creamy. And loud. And squishy. And gassy. It took me about 2 or 3 more minutes to finish pooping, constantly farting while I did so. My abdomen felt sore from all the pushing but also empty. Then I was wiping. And wiping. And wiping. There was no sink or water source, so I resigned myself to the fact that I would never get clean enough. After about the 6th pass with most of the toilet paper roll in-tact, being careful not to take most of it as there were at least two more people anticipating the use of the roll.
I felt euphoric. This dump was one of the best I ever felt after-the-fact, as painful as it was to pass at first, and as messy as it felt coming out. I did not feel clean at all, but there's only so much paper can do. This may have been among the biggest poops I ever made, but it was deep in a hole so I didn't get to see what it looked like.
I pulled my pants back up and buckled my belt. As I rounded the corner, roll of toilet paper in hand, I had to face my audience again. There was a line of people, not just the mom and her two boys, but also the old man who just handed me the roll, and standing with what appeared to be his early-20-something daughter or grand-daughter, and her toddler in a stroller. And they all knew I just pooped.
I walked up to the front of the designated line, toilet paper in hand, and the mother said to the older boy,
"Your turn now."
The older boy took the roll from me and ran to the toilet in a hurry, as I went to get my bike.
The younger boy was hysterical and laughing. A dialogue exchange occurred.
"Are you pooping?"
"DON'T WATCH ME!"
"I can see you pooping back there!"
I heard the younger boy laughing.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"I can see you through the trees! Hahaha!"
Then the mother of the boys yelled, "Stop! You're making him uncomfortable."
As I was turning around to get my bike, I briefly glimpsed through the trees a side view of the boy sitting on the toilet, pants all the way down. The trees didn't provide much coverage, probably because it was still spring and the leaves weren't fully developed. I immediately looked away. I now knew that they all saw me sitting there as well. The old man chuckled at me as we faced each other. His 20-something daughter or grand-daughter made a nervous and knowing smile at me. They all knew.
I continued on my way, as all 5 of these people there eyed me briefly, knowing what I just did not 30 feet from them on an open toilet, while a younger boy took my place upon this unusually-placed outdoor throne. Perhaps they were all waiting their turn to use it, accepting it as a place to relieve their bodies of poop, awkwardness be damned. Thankfully, the old man brought toilet paper, because I wasn't the only one who needed it.
Tuesday, August 6, 2024
STEPHEN.P
A DAY OUT
This morning I had a shower put on a new pair of cool and fresh underpants ,checkered shirt with matching tie .grey trousers .black shoes and socks.
The bus arrived on time to take me to the station the 10:10 to BRISTOL pulled into the platform as I was going through the ticket barriers I boarded the train and walked towards the toilet some girls were in front of me each carrying a magazine they both entered the two toilets at end of carriage,I assume the needed to poop so I carried on walking to the next carriage the toilets were engaged so carried on to the next carriage a women came out of the toilet .
I went into the toilet put down my bag hung up my jacket.undone my belt .undone my trousers ,pulled down my cool and fresh underpants and sat on the toilet.I began to wee as the train was pulling from the platform a minute later I started to push and felt a log emerging as it dropped another one emerged it dropped my body then pushed out another log the train pulled into the next station .
I stood up and looked into the bowl which now contained tree turds or stools thirty five mm diameter and one hundred and ten length ,I flushed and sat back down the train pulled away I weed again and dropped another four logs then weed again ,no effort required ,I pulled the toilet paper
from the dispenser and wiped .
Now much relieved as this is my first NUMBER TOO since WEDNESDAY AND TODAY IS FRIDAY I flushed dressed washed my hands and left the toilet and sat down in carriage until arrival at TEMPLE MEADS On way out via the subway called in the toilets for a wee then sat on seat for twenty minutes then back to toilet for another wee before leaving the stationBlake
Elementary School Poo
Hi everyone, Blake here, and today I'm going to tell you a story from when I was in 4th grade. The year was 2013 I was about ten years old at the time and I arrived at school not feeling well. I can't put my finger on how exactly I felt other than icky. I ate breakfast at school as usual before stopping by the girl's room next to the office for a pee. I still didn't feel great even after I had eaten. I reached home room and sat at my desk. I made it a couple hours before I felt a very strong urge to poo. But, being an introverted person at the time I didn't tell the teacher and decided to hold it till lunch. An hour later lunchtime arrived and I couldn't stop farting as I made my way from the classroom to the girl's room. The restrooms in this particular section of the school had no stall doors, so I usually avoided them. I didn't care at this point, I had to go potty badly. I made it in, there were a pair of shoes in the first stall and an 'out of order' sign on the wall next to the second. I turned the corner to peek into the first stall. It was one of my classmates, sitting there with her legs together. "H-How long are you going to be for?" I stuttered out. She replied that it would only be a few minutes, she was almost done. I told her I didn't have a few minutes and that I needed to sit on the potty that instant. She asked if I needed to do a poo. I said yes and she giggled. After a few moments she pulled some paper off the roll and wiped her front and back. The moment she stood up I pushed her out of the way, she didn't have time to flush, I pulled my panties down around my ankles and lifted myself up onto the pot, my feet dangling. I spread my legs and groaned as I began to unleash a monster poo into the bowl. At first it was solid, then it turned into soft serve. I grunted and groaned as my little butt produced what felt like tons of poo. My classmate, who was watching with concern said that she'd only seen adults do that much poo at once. After about five minutes I finished up and wiped my butt. I had filled the pot to the point of there being little water. And I only felt a little better, I probably only got a little out, because I pooed another three times that day, twice at school, once at home, but they weren't as memorable as the first time.
Thanks for reading, Blake
Spicy Curry and Coffee Makes me Break Wind and Poo a LOT!!!!
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I have been eating a lot of curry puffs and been drinking tons of coffee. Right now I am sitting on the couch completely after a long shower with my towel wrapped around my body watching my favourite show on TV. Until my bowels start a shifting, I drop my towel and head up the stairs completely in the nude expect for my crown and head over to the bathroom to do a really big poo. I lift the toilet lid up, wiggle my bottom a little and slam my behind onto the toilet. It's a good thing I didn't poo in my towel but I forget about bringing a newspaper. F(CENSORED)K!! I squeeze and push the poos out of my bottom poo hole "R-R-R-RIPPPPPPP TOOT PAAAAAARRRRPPPP!!!" I feel a lot of bubbling hot gas inside my guts as I slowly push out my bowels then after a long time waiting I finally pooed "TOOT!! SSSSPPPLUT!! PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK PLOP PLOP PLOP PAAARRPP PLOOP FOOMP PFFFTTTT!!!!" I feel like I broke my world record filling up my toilet with lots of my spicy curry coffee waste pinching my loaf and dumping a whole bunch of brownload brown crayons. Oof! They did not feel natural at ALL!! I guess it's true what people said "A little goes a long way!" I don't think I can flush this. But I am going to skip wiping and head straight for the shower again. Hopefully I don't defecate in the shower. Ah what am I worried about? My shower drain is big enough to poo in. So no harm….(PAAARRRPPP!!!) Uh oh ummm this might take a while so please if you don't mind everyone. I need some alone time when dropping a dookie into my shower. So bye bye now. (SSSSPPPLUT!! PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK PLOP PLOP!!) Aw already there's a smell!Madelyn and Marianna
Twinning
Hi, I am Madelyn and my identical twin sister, Marianna, is sitting beside me! We have thoroughly enjoyed this site, as we have had a fascination with urination, defecation, and flatulence that goes as far back as we can remember. We would love to share some stories and join the conversation!
We are 26 years old, 6'0 tall exactly, fair-skinned with black hair and blue eyes. Marianna's hair has always had a slight curl to it, while mine is straight. We are USA size 16, curvy, and weigh 210 lbs each. We have a fashion of our own and work out regularly so that we can maintain our health and a shapely appearance. But we love to eat. We have always eaten plenty at the table, but we had voracious appetites as children and teens, well into our college years. As we all know, that food must go somewhere!
So we have always had rather large bowel movements that tend to remain on the firm side. And our bowel habits have always been similar. I mean, we ate the same meals and the same amounts. We also make sure that we eat healthy meals and get plenty of fiber and water.
But because of our size and shape, we only have one bowel movement daily. But these motions are firm, thick, and long. We keep a plunger nearby always.
To keep this from being too long a post, here is one naughty store. As we went through puberty, we developed hips and breasts pretty early.. We reached our full height at 15 and we were already 5'9 at age 12. So, when we were 12 we both began noticing that our bowel movements were noticeably larger. They began to feel a little differently with all the changes going on with our bodies.
So Marianna and I began showing each other our best poops! Some were really long. I imagine that some reached two feet long, especially if we missed a day.
One day, not long after we turned 13, we decided to have a little fun. It was a Monday. Neither of us pooped on Sunday, for whatever reason. So we decided to see how much we could fill the toilet in our bathroom. Our grandmother used to pick us up from school and take us to our house, as she cared for our surprise younger sister, Mattie (short for Matilda), who is nine years younger than us and was 4 at the time.
When we met each other in the car rider line, I had to poop so bad. The good food that we indulged in on Saturday and Sunday needed to come out. Marianna looked at me with a worried look on her face and said, "I don't think I can make it home." I replied, "Me either. We are too old to have an accident. Do you want to do the thing we talked about?" Marianna knew exactly what I was thinking. She replied, "Sure, but only if you let me go first." I smiled, "Sure! Just don't take too long."
The car ride home was unbearable. We have speed bumps in our subdivision and I thought I would lose control each time we rode over one.
Finally we made it to the house and we rushed around the corner to our room while our grandmother was tending to Mattie. Marianna went first. I remember her face being flushed and immediately let out a moan of relief as what appeared late to be a huge, thick log made its way out in one long continuous piece. She wiped and put her toilet paper in the trash can next to the toilet. As she got off the toilet I thought that there would be no way that this would flush. So I sat down and took the biggest poop of my life up to that point. Mine did not stay together, but I imagine would have been just as long. Marianna's log came out of the bowl and curled around the bowl. Mine curled the other way but broke into two pieces. The bathroom reeked.
I cleaned and we got our digital cameras and took pictures! We still have them! But here's the clincher, the toilet did not flush. It didn't flush because that morning the handle snapped and no longer was connected to the valve that flushes, we would later learn.
So our father had to fix the toilet with our poop still there. We put some toilet paper on top for good measure, so he wouldn't think we didn't wipe. He thought we both used it because we had to go so bad and couldn't make it to the other bathroom.
If you liked that, we would love to share more!
Twinning,
Madelyn and Marianna